i get really deep thoughts sometimes

Deep Ass Sentence Starters

“When you think about people who have died, do you picture them anywhere?”
“Sometimes it freaks me out that everyone around me has a life as complex and real as my own.”
“Do you sometimes suddenly hear your own heartbeat and feel sick because… What if it suddenly stops or something?”
“I sometimes just want something really bad to happen to me. Something that’s just really awful. I don’t know why… Do you get that too?”
“I can’t stand the thought that I don’t know what’s going to happen to the world in hundreds of years.”
“Does thinking about Primary School make you sad, or happy?”
“Most pets we keep only become a fraction of our age. Do you think that if they’d know this, they’d call us gods?”
“What are you more afraid of, space or the ocean?”
“There’s no way anyone can tick everything off their bucket list. We all want too much. It’s frustrating.”
“Do you think we’re in control of our lives, generally? Or do you think we just think we are?”
“If you knew you were going to die next week, would you tell people or live the way you were till the end?”
“I think most people remember the exact moment they realised they were grown up. Because of something said to them, or something they saw… Do you remember that moment?”
“One of us is going to die first. Do you think we’ll still know each other to find out who?”
“Do you think we’re all capable of murder when it comes down to it?”
“I’m so afraid of the moment you know you’re going to die.”
“Are there things people have said to you that have legitimately changed you?”
“Why do people fear losing things that they don’t even have yet?”
“How do I know you even have a consciousness? I can’t know.”
“What do you think our purpose is?”
“What if everything is just a coincidence? For instance: What if gravity doesn’t exist? Everything has just always coincidentally fallen to the ground.”
“If nothing else, we at least won the sperm race.”
“If you could send a message to the entire world, what would you say in 30 seconds?”
“Do you think other people’s judgments motivate us or hold us back?”
“If karma was coming back to you, would it help or hurt you?”
“Right, we’ve probably had enough alcohol for the rest of the night. We’re getting way too philosophical.”

Power Rangers Music Headcanons
  • Kim was classically trained in piano for a few years, but she never really got into it. She still remembers how, and sometimes when the house feels too empty, she’ll sit and play to get rid of the silence.
  • Zack finds out that Trini has a really pretty voice and can play guitar when he finds her in the mines one weekend singing gay covers of songs. She changes the words to Jolene, and Zack just goes “that’s super gay, dude”.
    • “I thought you were into all that screamo stuff.” “you tell anyone, your head is going through this guitar.”
  • Billy is a natural at the drums, but he doesn’t own a set. They don’t figure this out until they sneak into the school after-hours for fun and hang out in the music wing. He and Kim have a mini jam sesh, and Jason and Trini are heart-eyes to the max.
    • Trini buys Jason a shirt that says “I Prefer the Drummer” on it as a joke, but he actually wears it around. Whenever Billy asks what it means ( “why do you prefer the drummer though?”), Jason just winks and blows him a kiss.
  • Zack is that basic musical theater bitch who loves Hamilton. Most of the rangers don’t see the appeal, but Billy likes listening to the raps. Sometimes they rap Guns and Ships together and Kim videotapes it.
  • Vocally speaking, Jason is tone deaf. It’s honestly agonizing, and Trini forbids him from singing if they’re in the car for more than 10 minutes together. He does DJ as a hobby though, which was just one of the many reasons why he was so popular before the cow incident.
  • Zack used to play bass, but he had to sell his equipment to pay for his mom’s meds. Jason has an old one that he never uses, and the boys sometimes have hangouts at Jason’s place where they record beats and bass lines and have Jason mix them.
  • One day at Kim’s house, Trimberly has this really super gay moment where they duet Sara Bareilles’ Winter Song. They end up a little teary and just cuddle in Kim’s room for a long time.
The Meeting of the Waters

pairing: lin-manuel miranda x reader

summary: lin buys a late 18th century piano during the writing process for hamilton, and when he gets it home, he’s surprised to find there’s a ghost attached to it. reader has been attached to her piano for hundreds of years, and is thrilled to talk about her good friend eliza hamilton with the genius who purchased her piano.

warnings: swearing, and i think that’s it idk do ghosts need to be tagged is that a thing

word count: 5,308

a/n: this is for the @hamwriters write-a-thon day one!!! AH okay i haven’t seen anyone write a ghost AU fic yet, so i don’t know how well received this will be BUT i really like it and i hope you guys do too (if u don’t pls be nice to me i’m fragile)

The lights of the George Washington Bridge glow in the distance, a stark contrast to the dark waters of the Hudson. Lin grunts as he pushes the piano up against the window of his studio apartment, leaning an arm on the top of the piano to peer out at the view.

“To be honest, the piano looked better against the wall,” you pipe up from your perch on the arm of the worn out leather sofa.

Lin spins around quickly, a startled look etched on his face. “Who’s in here?”

“Hi there,” you wave your hand, a small smirk on your face, before you stand. You smooth out your skirts and take a few steps toward him.

“Who are you and what are you doing in my apartment?” He takes a few quick steps backwards as you approach, his back colliding with the wall.

“Relax,” you hold up your hands in a show of benevolence. “I come with the piano.”

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anonymous asked:

Hi I'm new to bts and I just found your blog (love it btw!) I want to get to know the boys more if you could describe each of them in a few traits what would they be?

Thanks for loving BTS and our blog, we’re all glad you’ve joined us ^^

Ahh, okay, hard question! I could describe them each as so many different things, and because we may perceive them differently, people might not agree with my opinions~ And there are things I could describe all members of BTS as. This includes (but is not limited to): hardworking, appreciative, hilarious, down to earth, sweet, genuine, etc.. But okay, the members. I’m going to try to use only three adjectives per member so it doesn’t get too long, haha:

Namjoon: Namjoon is so.. Ahh. I really fell for his personality. If I could describe him in a few traits, it would be introspective, open, and noodle. Yes, noodle. Though I haven’t been part of this fandom for very long, it’s not hard to see how much Namjoon has grown over time. He has learned a lot about the world and himself. Like any of us, he has struggled and made mistakes, but he always tries to understand and better himself as a result. He also constantly shares his thoughts with us all, which really makes me feel like he’s just one of us, taking life day by day. And he really never lets any of us feel left out, always being inclusive in speeches, learning languages, etc~ He really has a lot on his shoulders as the leader of BTS, but I think he’s doing an incredible job. I also described him as noodle because he’s really just so silly when he lets loose. Who remembers that VLive when he danced on his bed? ^^

Seokjin: I’m so happy and thankful the boys (and the rest of us) have someone like Jin to look up to, because he is truly amazing. To describe him, I’d say he’s reliable, generous and lighthearted. He’s always looking out for the members and keeping everyone’s spirits up, which isn’t an easy task. I’m positive he does a lot of things we don’t see as well. On the other hand, he also constantly gives to us~ for example, remember the list of things he did for his birthday? Just to share his time with us. My heart exploded. However at the same time, Jin is level headed and still manages to do the things he originally set his sights on doing, such as attend university and graduate! Being part of BTS was not at all in his plan, but look at him now! It says so much about his character~ Even though Namjoon is the leader of the group, Jin works really hard as the “oldest hyung,” who inspires the rest of us to not only dream big but also let life take you along for the ride. He truly leaves me in awe.

Yoongi: Ah, where do I start!? I would describe Yoongi as passionate, complex, and a grandpa. He really puts his all into his music and as we saw in Agust D, he opened up a whole new side of himself to the world. He didn’t get to where he is easily, but he was patient and hardworking and now he’s even producing songs for other artists. He’s someone to look up to because he really needed to persevere to make his dreams a reality. And somehow he manages to go from pouty and tired to smiley and energized in seconds. He still surprises me, haha. There are many parts to him that I only wish I could get to know. He may not be as loud or constantly posting like other members, but he does cute things and posts selfies when he knows we miss him. Yoongi is honestly just so interesting to me and I may not be describing his character very well but just know that I love and appreciate him so much~

Hoseok: Ohhhh boy. Where does one even begin? Hoseok is inspiring, adaptable and warm (like the sun). For someone whose specialty was dancing, he’s become quite the amazing entertainer, who can now rap and participate in the music making as well. I seriously admire him so much, as everyone should. He had a dream and worked his butt off to acquire other talents to make that dream come true. Now he’s on stage, performing MAMA and making me cry in the crowd! This is kind of why he is (in my opinion) adaptable. He can take part in many different things and show the best of himself no matter what. Also, though he apparently has a more serious character than what we see, he has done really well with his bubbly and angelic “J-Hope” stage presence. Honestly, I think he’d be a really amazing friend that I wish I could have irl. I also said he’s warm, but I don’t think that needs any explanation. He’s so lovely and he truly radiates light~

Jimin: Jimin, our sweet boy! I would describe him as compassionate/affectionate (I think they go together when describing him), thoughtful, and smol (hehe). Does compassionate/affectionate even need explanation? Jimin is the most outwardly loving towards his members, whether it be on stage/in person (what stands out to me is when he hopped over to Tae after he spoke about his grandmother at Muster) or his posts every time someone appears on a show/releases something (Jin on LOTJ, Yoongi releasing Agust D). He’s so supportive and always makes the members feel appreciated. It’s like he does the things we wish we could do for the members. I have no doubt that he’s this way in their home, talking to the members who are going through a hard time and helping them get through it. He’s also just so thoughtful when it comes to us. We see a lot of their perspective thanks to him, as he always shares videos of himself or other members. He keeps us close, and for that I’m so thankful. Jimin has a pure heart and though he himself has struggled he has always stayed true to who he is. I also described him as smol, because he’s so good at being cute. When he smiles his eyes light up and somehow manages to radiate love~

Taehyung: Aw, my heart. Open-hearted, multi-faceted and youthful. Similar to Yoongi, Tae is also one who seems to have many sides to him, some that I’m just so curious about. He has a really open mind, and with that, open heart, and I think that’s why he has so many friends. I think he must be really good at finding a way to connect to people, and that leaves me in awe of him.Tae also has many interests and sometimes a deep way of thinking. I wish I could get to know him on a personal level just to hear his thoughts on art, the world, everything. I think there’s more to him than meets the eye. He’s also very youthful, as I’m sure we all can see in Bangtan Bombs and Bon Voyage. Remember when he got lost and was sooo okay with it? And when he spent forever flipping the water bottle? I know I don’t know him personally, but I think Tae really tries to make the most of life, living it to the fullest day by day, like kids do. I love that about him.

Jungkook: Aw man, what do I even say.. He’s amazing, to say the least. I’d describe him as courageous, relatable, and charismatic. He started this idol-life when he was really young, and that must be a lot to deal with and grow up into. He didn’t get to do a lot of the normal things that I’m sure we all did in middle/high school, but he’s really made the most of it and now is thriving and has even made friends outside of Bangtan. He’s also trying so hard to expand his skill set, trying to practice writing and producing even though it’s hard for him. For that, he’s courageous. Somehow, though, he still is just like the rest of us. He’s seemingly introverted, is a bit shy, and can be a total fanboy (GD, IU!?). There’s something so relatable. All in all, he’s really grown into who he is today. His loud laugh, competitiveness and his silly facial expressions are all parts of him I love.

WOW I said I wasn’t going to make it long asdfghjkl; !!! Why am I like this.. Apologies. When I start talking about them, I can’t stop. Anyways, here are some of my thoughts on each of the members. This took me two days to write~ I don’t even know if this is the answer you expected but thanks for asking, since it was fun talking about them. ^^
- Kristi

Lesson 20: Intro to Meditation

By: Admin Bridge

EDIT:  You should absolutely never take medication for the purpose of meditation. It can be very unhealthy and you should never take medication for any reason other than the purpose it was created unless told differently by a doctor.

Let’s get the elephant out of the room - Meditation is hard. Unless you were blessed with the ability to clear your mind at will, you aren’t going to get it on the first try. So if you’re one of the people who can do it without issue, good on you! But if you’re not, you are one of many people, so don’t feel bad about it. It can depend largely on your technique, and your understanding of the word ‘meditation’.

Many people portray meditation as sitting in nature, completely silent, controlling every breath, levitating off the ground…

Well, maybe not that last one, but the first three for sure. But, by definition, that’s not what meditation is. Meditation is just “deep thinking”, which can be used for more than just calming the mind, and performed in more than one way. Sometimes I use it for grounding, and getting myself pumped up, rather than winding down. I also use it for just listening to my thoughts, because I tend to ignore them in my daily life, even the really important ones, so it’s a lot of self discovery. But regardless of what you’re using it for, it still requires thinking, as much as the Meditation Guru on youtube tries to tell you otherwise.

If you’ve ever tried a guided meditation on Youtube, you’ll probably notice that most get you to visualize a peaceful scene, like a beach or a forest. Or whatever specific thing you’re doing the meditation for, whether it’s grounding, cleansing your chakras, or healing your light body. Whatever it is, it highly relies on visualization. A lot of people find this a lot easier to do, but then after they use them, they still can’t figure out how to meditate on their own, without a video to help them. That’s perfectly fine! You don’t need to be able to meditate on your own, but if you’re like me, and would prefer to be able to do it whenever, keep on reading.

I can’t speak for everyone, but while I enjoy the help in figuring out what to visualize, I find it’s not the right pacing for me. I want to go-go-go, and the guided meditations often speak very slowly, and take hours to complete. Even the “short” ones, which are around thirty minutes lose my interest, which is another reason why I prefer doing it on my own. Why guided meditations don’t work for you could be for any number of small reasons - the pacing, you don’t find a certain voice relaxing, you don’t connect with the imagery, you don’t like the background noises… whichever it is, it will take a lot of experimentation to find the perfect one. But I definitely recognize them for those starting out in meditation, it will at least give you a base to build off of, so you can personalize it.

There are several different ways to meditate, in terms of what you focus on, but I’m going to focus on six

The first few ways are pretty well known, so I won’t spend too much time on them, you can find information on them anywhere.

  • Perhaps the most well known is through feeling. Focusing on your breath - feeling how your chest rises and falls as you breathe, feeling the tingling in your hands and feet, feeling how your eyes feel, heavy or light, etc. Breathwork is a good way to follow this path, but requires a lot of concentration.
    • So what I do, when I can’t focus on my breath, is do little things - pinch the tip of my finger, rub my thumb over my knuckles, things like that. I focus on what exactly it feels like, which I never do just in general when I do the same actions. The only thing I notice about it is whether it hurts or not, which isn’t very descriptive. I try to think of enough words to describe it, to explain it to someone who has never done it before, before moving on to the next thing. I repeat until I realize I’m in a trance state.
      • But you could customize this in a bunch of ways - I’ve even put a clothespin on my finger and focused on that, and it worked well for me. Not quite pain, but enough of a distraction to keep my focus on one thing.
  • The second most common is visual. Like I mentioned above, visualizing that you’re on a beach, wading in the water - the negativity is washing off of you, and is swept far away, never to be seen again. This is also a good way of meditating, and the one I use mostly. 
    • My only recommendation for this, is to personalize it. I love beaches and forests as much as the next guy, but I find it far more rewarding to visualize myself dancing, as I am a dancer. Or sometimes swimming, or flying in space, whatever. But I choose something that interests me, that’s unique and memorable, or just something I enjoy. I often imagine things I’ve written coming to life, like a TV show.
  • The third I will mention is auditory, because while it isn’t exactly uncommon, it doesn’t get a lot of love compared to the first two. The most common ways of doing this is chants and mantras, ‘ohm’, ‘lam’, ‘vam’, etc. But you can find uncountable amounts of “meditation music” on youtube. I usually opt more towards normal music, trap, dubstep, cool jazz, but that’s what interests me, personally. Whatever resonates with you is going to be the one that works. And you don’t have to just listen to it, you can hum to yourself, or flat out sing if you want, or any other auditory filler that you want. Hell, it can be the sound of your dishwasher if that’s what relaxes you, monotone things often help.
  • The fourth is through smell! This is one I’m especially fond of, but can’t do much. I don’t like many scents, but there are some I just adore. Nothing too perfumy, but the smell of grass, rain, pine trees, etc, I love all of them. And smell often triggers memories, which is a whole other kind of meditation. But if there’s a nice scent around, I’m much more likely to slip into a trance state, but if it’s unpleasant, it will kill the mood instantly. So if you’re in a place where you can, experiment with that! Candles, incense, herbs (I love the smell of dried mint), perfume, flowers, whatever works. Just don’t burn your house down, please.
  • Then there’s disciplinary, which arguably, Meditation itself is. But yoga is another prominent one. I’m sure you could even do it while working out, if that’s your thing! As a dancer, I use meditation to help me with my stretches - if I breathe deeply and focus on something else, it doesn’t hurt as much when doing intense stretches. It’s just kind of a numb tingly feeling, that’s actually pretty pleasant. And the longer I can hold it, the better I feel. I’m sure there are other ways to customize this, so let me know what works for you!
  • And finally, ingestion of certain things. I’m not going to touch on the obvious, but you do you so long as it’s legal and perfectly safe.
    • For other things, all sorts of different foods and drinks could trigger it for different people.Water is an obvious one, that is recommended for almost everything in existence. And many agree that certain diets, especially organic and whole foods, can help.
    • Another common one would be caffeine, in things like coffee, or pops with caffeine in it. Coke, pepsi, etc, often either cause people to be very focused and very awake, or make them sleepy and unable to focus.
    • Certain medications can do the same, Tylenol, Gravol, and other types of headache and cold medicine that makes you drowsy, among other symptoms. And some vitamins and neuroenhancers can too, but as with everything else, be careful with this, don’t hurt yourself, and follow the instructions for ingestion closely. Don’t start popping acetaminophen because it helps you get into a trance state. And never, never, ever start taking something without consulting your doctor about it.

For people with racing thoughts - follow them. Seriously! A lot of meditations will tell you to clear your mind, and I know I just told you to focus on one thing, but daydreaming is literally a trance state, as much as any other type of meditation. Proven by science too, here and here. So if you can’t manage to focus your thoughts in… I’d give it around five to ten minutes, that’s usually between when most people start to calm down - then just try following where those thoughts lead. Thinking about what you need to get for groceries? Great. About how you need to do the laundry? Fantastic. Wondering if you left your stove on? Let’s hope not, maybe you should check before you keep meditating. But you get the point. It’s a trance, congratulations, you’re meditating! From here, you can start trying to do the above technique, which is hopefully much more successful now that you’re already in the right frame of mind.

And that’s the end for an introduction of meditation and clearing up misconceptions, and in the next one I’ll be detailing a generic meditation that works for most people. See you then!

Steve randle headcannons

-his favorite color is green
-other than cars, Steve has a fascination with naturalism
-sometimes when he is alone, he will teach himself origami
-Steve is actually VERY emotional and he hides his emotions just like Johnny.
-Steve says a lot of stuff he doesn’t mean just to hold a reputation
-deep down he is nothing but a sweet heart
-Once a guy was hitting on Evie and Steve and him ended up fighting and Steve was arrested for a month… After that month, he went to evies house and found her cheating on him with ths guy who was flirting with her
-He literally cried in sodas arms (I love you Steve)
-even though he does get annoying, Steve doesn’t hate pony
-Steve was really close to Dallas, like more than anyone else thought
-hates guns, absolutely hates them
-sometimes he and two will have competitions to see who makes the funniest jokes
-Steve knows he will lose, he just thinks it fun
-Sometimes in school, if someone messed with Johnny he would pretend to be his brother or something and threaten to kick their asses
-Steve actually really respects Darry and wants to be closer friends but he doesn’t know how to approach him

Relationship head cannons:
-IN public you were the couple that were like best friend
-Your happiness became his number one priority
-Steve is very playful with you and loves to wrestle around
-He never would pressure you into sex but if you were in the mood, well you know the rest 😏😏😏
-He loves to hold you 24/7
-Steve would fight for you whenever he felt as if someone was gonna hurt you
-He let you come to the rumble with him once and cried wjen you came home, you had gotten beat worse than him and he felt awful
-He isn’t just your boyfriend, he is your bodyguard, reason to smile, and stress reliever all in one
-Once you stayed at his house and his old man tried to hit you.
-Steve got pissed
-Steve stayed at your house for a month after that
-Always makes sure to kiss you every morning when you wake up and every night before you fall asleep
-He loves it when you grab his hand
-is glad to have you and shows you off like crazy
-“You see that doll over there?”
-“Yea, she’s really hot”
-“I know, MY girlfriend is really hot”
-is just the best fucking boyfriend a girl could ever have

i liked lion 4, i thought it was good and had an important message.. that message being sometimes things arent as deep or complex as you thought, and overthinking can be dangerous to your state of mind 

i dont get why so many people are bitter.. its not like this specific episode was hyped up as The Climax Where We Finally Learn All Roses Secrets… 

Midnight drive - Mitch Marner

Requested by anon: Hey! Could you write an imagine with Marner about driving around in the summer just listening and singing along to country music and it’s super cute? :)


Word count: 1316

Warnings: none none none.

Master list

Originally posted by willynylanders

“This movie is so boring.” I huff, getting another handful of popcorn in my mouth. Some of the popcorn don’t make it inside of my mouth and they get tangled on my hair.

“It isn’t that bad.” My boyfriend, Mitch Marner, says, picking the white pieces of popcorn and leaving them on the table.

Yes, you’ve heard it right, Mitch Marner the hockey player. He is kind of a celebrity around Toronto since he started playing for the Toronto Maple Leafs, but for me he is just Mitch, my boyfriend.

The season has been absolutely crazy, the Maple Leafs made it to playoffs and I went through my freshman year of college. But it’s summer time now and Mitch and I are spending some time together at last.

“But it is. It doesn’t make any sense at all.” I complain.

“Maybe we need to keep watching.” Mitch answers. He chose the movie and he knows that if you choose a bad movie you lose a turn next time.

“Well, tell me how it ends.” I say, getting up from the couch and walking to our shared room.

I hear Mitchy sigh and turning the TV off, his footsteps loud against the wooden floor of the apartment. I’m changing into a pair of shorts and a tank top.

“Where are you going?” Mitch asks, leaning on the doorframe.

“For a drive.” I just say. “I might go to that twenty-four hours pizza place next to the ACC.”

I’ve always loved midnight drives around town, nobody on the roads, windows down, listening to music. Mitch and I spent a lot of summer nights like that, when we didn’t have that many responsibilities and nearly that much money… well, Mitchy has more money now and I have way more debts, courtesy of college loans.

“We haven’t done that in a while.” He says, but he does as I’m doing and changes his t-shirt and putting shoes on. “Sounds like a plan.”

It takes us a couple minutes to change into more decent clothes, grab a couple bottles of water, wallets and car keys and get to the car. Yes, the car situation has also improved, from the old Chevrolet Impala Mitch used to drive to his brand new Ford truck.

“Music.” He requests as we leave the garage and he drives through the streets of Toronto.

I plug my phone to the auxiliary cord and look through my playlists on my phone. Mitch and I have always loved country music, growing up listening to Tim McGraw, Luke Bryan, Dolly Parton… So it is only fitting for us to listen to some old and new country music. And it is also fitting to start with a song that talks about midnight walks, ‘Leave the night’ on by Sam Hunt.


They roll the sidewalks in this town
All up after the sun goes down

“Good one.” He agrees.

And I ain’t anywhere close to tired
Your kiss has got me wired

I laugh when Mitch starts singing and swaying without getting his eyes off the road. I pull my window down and stick my hand out, moving it like it is a wave against the chill air of a Toronto summer night.


Mitch takes his right hand from the wheel and laces his fingers with mine, leaving our hands resting on my lap. The song keeps sounding and we keep singing until it finishes.

We don’t have to go home, we can leave the night on
We can leave the night on

“Can I request a song, DJ?” He says and I nod. “ ‘Jolene’ by the Queen.”

Mitch always calls Dolly Parton ‘Queen’. I nod again and go through my playlist, looking for the song. It is the perfect song to scream and destroy.

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
I’m begging of you please don’t take my man
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene

PLEASE DON’T TAKE HIM JUST BECAUSE YOU CAN.” I sing and Mitch squeezes my hand.

“Nobody could take me away from you, baby.” Mitch assures me and I smile to the window.

“I wouldn’t let anyone take you from me.” I say to him, tracing patterns with my thumb on his hand.


A couple more songs play before we get to the pizza place, ‘Friday night’ by Eric Paslay and ‘Ready set roll’ by Chase Rice. Neither of us say anything else; we just hum to the music, deep in thought. I don’t know what Mitch is thinking, but he squeezes my hand from time to time, it is almost rhythmic.

Lucca’s pizza has been our new spot since the season started. It is really close to the ACC, where the Leafs play. We would go out for a late dinner there after every home game; sometimes just both of us, sometimes Auston came, sometimes Auston and Will came, sometimes the whole team came… It is open twenty-four hours a day and, to be honest, I don’t think they even close at Christmas.

Mitchy parks right by the door of the small place and puts the car on park, turning off the engine soon after.

“Let’s get something to eat.” He says, opening the door and stepping on the pavement.

The place isn’t crowded, it never is. Julia, Lucca’s daughter, says hi to us the moment we walk in. We don’t even need to order, she knows what we want. We sit on our table and Julia brings us our drinks, diet coke and ice tea.

“A penny for your thoughts.” I tell him, taking a sip of my coke.

“I was just thinking about how insane this year has been… We were driving around, listening to country music and now you are in college, I’m playing hockey…”

“You aren’t just playing hockey, dummy.” I say. “You are an NHL rookie star.”

“At the end of the day I’m just doing what I’ve always wanted… play hockey.” He states and I laugh, but I don’t say anything else.

Our pizza arrives soon after, a pepperoni pizza with extra cheese and extra pepperoni, because Mitch is this extra at everything. We eat, talking about what we should do next week, whether we should go on vacation somewhere or go to the cabin my family has at the lake… Time flies when we are together, an hour goes by and before we know it we should get home. Mitch pays the bill, leaving a huge tip as always and we are soon getting in the car and driving away.

“Alrighty bad boy, we need a great last song and I’m gonna let you choose.” I say. “Make it a good one, babe. You’ve already lost your movie right for the next hundred years.”

“But (y/n)…” He catches the glare I send him, because he reconsiders. “Okay okay… ‘That’s my kind of night’ by Mr. Luke Bryan himself.”

“Do you realize that you are the one winding me up and taking me downtown, right?” I laugh and he slaps my shoulder softly.

“You know that I’d take you anywhere you’d like.”

“West Virginia, baby I don’t care?” I answer, using a line from ‘Anywhere with you’ by Jake Owen.

“Oh, now we are speaking country, huh.” He says and I laugh. “You are holy, holy, holy.” He quotes a line from ‘H.O.L.Y’ by Florida Georgia Line.

“Are you high on loving me?” I ask.

“You are the best thing that has ever be mine.” He stops on a red traffic light, singing me the chorus of ‘Mine’ by Taylor Swift, and I can’t help it but to grab him by the collar of his shirt and bring him to me, our lips crashing into a way-too-cliché kiss.


Imagine: Joining the McCall pack and the boys unprovoked trying to get your attention, because they like you, but you secretly like Allison.

Pairing: Allison Argent x Reader
Word count: 1 526
A/N: All credit to @pissheadofficial for the idea, and her help with the grammar. ♥

”I was thinking-” Scott began as he sat down beside you in the cafeteria, you had a free period before lunch and had decided to take an early lunch before the other students arrived. ”-do you want to come to my place a few hours earlier before the pack meeting tonight?” Scott asked sweetly, earning something like a mix of a smile and a frown from you. 

”Of course Scott, has something happened?” you wondered, not knowing why he would invite you earlier than the others, he never had before. Scott pursed his lips and now you could smell the anxiety reeking from him. ”N-no, no reason.” he stuttered and scratched the back of his head, a typical sign of being nervous. 

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lordofthedumpster  asked:

Oh man I'm getting anxious thinking about Namseok. I feel like Hobi will be salty at him and maybe try to be polite but sorta be a little rude at first? but I also feel like he'll recognize that Joon really has a golden A+ personality and that hard shell will kinda melt. He probably won't hold anything against Joon. Will meeting Joon for real help him -at least a teensy bit- understand why Yoongi feels how he does? Will they talk about it at all? Since they both know?

Yesss these are great thoughts about Namseok!!! But yeah definitely tense at first. Esp since Hobi can be an asshole sometimes. So it’ll be tough on rapline in the beginning. And oh man esPECIALLY getting him to cooperate since they need him the most!! But the more time he spends w Joon, he really will not be able to put that front for too long. Joons too genuine, too good. He went through too much to ever deserve anything less than kindness. So there will be this really tender deep talk that they’ll have and it’ll be really good! I really love it and I hope you guys do too!

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(So I ended up only doing the TWD guys for this one as I figured…if they were going to have a child with you then…they’d have to be men…but if anyone want the TWD girls then just message me :3 i’ll gladly write one! OMG lol for some of them cringing XD and some of them just being weird! Gifs not mine/found them on google/credits to the original owner.)

Negan-When the time comes to teach your child about sex ed, he’d just barge into their room and be straight up with them. He’d talk to them about having feelings and be quite soft spoken but once he’d start talking about the whole acts, he’d get kinda excited and maybe would scare your child a little. He wouldn’t be able to stay still and whatever he could find to help visualize to your child better he’d grab it. “Now, it’s time for the good part! Sex! So basically after I told your mom how hot she is, I got closer! We kissed, like this…see how i’m kissing Lucille, alright! Then we made out and then the real fun started! We took our clothes off and we started touching other! Everywhere! and I mean everywhere! And then our downstairs areas met each other and the magic happened…and that’s how you got here!”

Daryl-When the time comes to teach your child about sex ed, he’d feel very awkward and your child could tell. He’d look away from them as they’d sit in front of him and he’d motion them most of the time every time he’d try to explain something. Whenever your child would have questions, he’d be in deep thought and would later just give up and call you to take over. “Sometimes mommy and daddy…Because we love each other, we get close…Like really close…She hugs me, I hug her back…then both of us start kissing and…then we begin taking off our clothes…And our…parts…down here…they…fit together…like this…yeah…that’s where kids come from….What? How do they fit…Euh…You know what i’ll go get your mom, she’ll help you…”

Rick-When the time comes to teach your child about sex ed, he’d sit next to them on bed and try to have a quiet talk about it. He’d start talking about having feelings and just have a heartfelt moment with them when speaking about how you got together. He’d then continue on talking about how. While doing so, the subject of sex would come in easier. “So because mommy and daddy love each other…with all our hearts…it lead to us kissing each other…a lot of kissing…and in that very moment we started to remove our clothes and we made each other feel good…we touched here and there…and at some point…my…you know…down here….got inside your mom’s…and it went on for a while…and now you’re here…that’s how babies are made…”

Merle-When the time comes to teach your child about sex ed, he’d try to make it easy for them to understand and would go a little overboard. With the help of a pillow, he’d explain how you and him got together, obviously over exaggerating the events. He’d then arrive at the whole act and show them as to what happens. “See this is your mom…One day she came up to me and said “Oh my goodness, you’re so hot! Marry me please! Have my babies!” And then i said, “Sure why not!” and then we started kissing it then turned into making out. And then we got our clothes off, we felt each other up in ways that made us feel real good, like this…you get it? And then boom! Our parts got together! there was party and no one but mommy and daddy were invited…and now you’re here!“

Glenn-When the time comes to teach your child about sex ed, he’d laugh and giggle the whole time. Although, he had become mature with time, talking about sex to them just reminded him of you and him as your younger selves. Your child would look at him weird, as he’d explain to the them the whole act, especially when he’d start to explain it with the help of their old toys. "Alright, so take mommy and daddy for example! We love each other a lot! So because of that…we sometimes…have sex…Yeah…So what is it exactly, you may ask…Here let me show you how it looks like with your old toys…So basically if this had a penis…it would go in like this…and so on, you know fun! And that’s how babies are made!”

The Governor-When the time comes to teach your child about sex ed, he’d have Milton prepare him some sort of cardboard poster with some drawings just to help visualize everything. He’d bring it to their room and just point out everything on it to explain each step to making a baby while trying his best to maintain his composure. “I hope you understand that these drawings…Daddy didn’t do them, Milton did…so if you don’t get it ask him…Alright…so you know when a man loves a woman…things such as this can happen…and this goes inside when it’s like this…you get it? What? yes it’s hard…Then it goes in and…out…and when it’s done…there’s a chance a baby is made…Yes…that’s how you were made…”

Abraham-When the time comes to teach your child about sex ed, he’d sit across from them in the kitchen and be rather blunt with them. With the help of the bagel your child was about to eat and a nearby kitchen knife, he’d show them what happens during sex and explain that it obviously leads to the creation of babies. “See this bagel…It’s a vagina…and this knife it’s a dick…when sex happens or love if you want to! this goes inside like this! and then the magic, and all the fun happens! But then boom! Pregnant! That’s how mommy and daddy made you, kid! And if want to avoid being a parent at your age…then you’re going to use this…a condom…That means fun without the responsibilities!”

Eugene-When the time comes to teach your child about sex ed, he’d have them sit down in the garage. With the help of the white board, he’d resolve himself to draw each steps to making a baby as well as explaining the feelings of love. He’d try his best to not be too graphic with the drawings but as it would confuse them, he’d have no choice but to really draw it well. “Alright, so mommy and daddy, right here, we love each other. We got to know each other, I took her on dates, she took me on dates and so on. Then we fell in love. Then we started kissing, like this. You get this, alright. Now with this arrow over here, it show you that sometimes our kisses end up in this. And that’s how babies are made…Did you get the drawings? I can make it clearer if you want to..”

Jesus-When the time comes to teach your child about sex ed, he’d sit them down on the couch while you and him sit across from them. He’d hold your hand and try his best to make them understand everything that comes with feelings and such. Later on, when it would come down to the sex part, he’d let go of you and with his hands, he’d do his best to show them. “You know that mommy and daddy love each other a lot, right? Yeah we do…and you know when you’ll get older, you’ll have that feeling for someone else as well. You’ll love them so much, you’ll start to want to hug them. Eventually, your hugs would end up with you wanting to do more…like kissing and touching…and then it gets heated…you’re gonna be naked and…these parts will go like this…get it?”

Dwight-When the time comes to teach your child about sex ed, he’d have a sit down with them in their room. He’d be awkward about the subject and probably cringe at the words he’d used to describe the acts. He’d then resolve himself to take their plushies or dolls to just show them what the acts looks like to get it over with, while not being too graphic at the same time, only to make you laugh. “Like mommy and daddy…because we love each other sometimes we do things, other than just kissing or hugging…and we do it…without our clothes on…Those things can look like this…or this…or even like this…and a whole lot more but no matter what…all of that…it can lead to making a baby…but some of it is also just for fun…Yeah…that’s how we made you…”

Morgan-When the time comes to teach your child about sex ed, he’d have a quiet talk with them in their room. He’d remind them about how each life is precious and from that he’d get to the part of how life can be create through sex while obviously awkwardly motioning to them with his hands. “Remember when I told you that every life is precious…Good…Because mommy and daddy we remembered…and that’s why you’re here…You’re precious to us…So because we felt that way we made you together…How? It started with both of us hugging and kissing…and touching each other…and suddenly we had a feeling…down there…So we took off our clothes…and our…you know…got together…Do you understand what I mean?”

Shane-When the time comes to teach your child about sex ed, he’d have a rather open conversation with them by the camp. He’d sit in his lawn chair and with a beer in hand just tell them about everything that would lead to the creation of babies. “Do you know about the birds and the bees? I’m serious. You don’t? Great, cause it has nothing to do with the making of babies. Sex is what happens! Do you know anything about it? No, alright so basically, when a man gets a hard on…he can put his thing inside a woman…as they’re doing it…you know in and out…it leads to the making of a baby! Preferably they do that with someone they really love…Well at least I prefer it that way…That’s why you’re here…Cause I love your mom…You get it now?”

Milton-When the time comes to teach your child about sex ed, he’d have them come over to his office. He’d make it look like a whole class presentation with both the white board and the chalk board in the office. He’d try to explain but would be extremely nervous and awkward about the whole subject. “Uh…okay so for today…I-I’m going to talk to you about how babies are made…Firstly, you can see here it’s a woman’s part and over here a man’s…so when both of them love each other…They get a different feeling in their parts…Men get…they get…hard…while women…they get wet…So because of that…They go in and out like this…and like that…when everything is done…a white substance…goes inside like in this drawing…and that leads to the making of babies…Questions?”

Aaron-When the time comes to teach your child about sex ed, he’d sit in the kitchen with them. Rather than instantly going in on it, he’d ask them what they knew and if they noticed anything the others might do. Later he’d explain to them the whole act and how to be safe, with the help of a nearby banana and a plastic bag. “So tell me…What do you know by now about sex…Have you noticed some behavior you never really understood…Just tell me everything I need to know…Alright…I see…So how about I tell you about safe sex…Here i’ll take this and this to show it better…So when you’re going to want to do it, to avoid having kids at a young age or just protecting yourself from any disease…you’re going to want to use a condom…now this is far from looking like one but for this it’ll do…”

Gabriel-When the time comes to teach your child about sex ed, he’d have a sit down with them in the church. He’d talk to them about the feelings as well as the whole act from the bible’s perspective just to be more comfortable. However, as your child would question about the two of you, he’d then have no choice but get into some details. “So that’s how God made us to be…What? Mommy and daddy….Euh…Well…yes…we made you…A little bit like that…We had feelings for one another and we still do by the way…but one night…our feelings got extremely strong….We got closer…We kissed…we hugged…our clothes…they came off…and as we felt it…we…well I…Put my…you know…in your mom’s…and it went on for a while…when it was over, you got here…and that’s how babies are made…”

The Wolf-When the time comes to teach your child about sex ed, he’d sit with them on the ground. He’d be honest and to help visualize everything to your child, he’d get a stick and draw in the sand for them. Whenever, your child would have questions he’d simply tell them to look at the drawing again. “Ok so i’m going to talk to you about sex, alright. So sex basically is what happens to create babies. When men have a hard on, it looks like this, and that way it can go inside a woman…like this, do you get the drawing? Good. And then it can take a long time but the whole time it’s fun for both of them, because they love each other. In the end, there’s this that comes out, you understand? Alright, in the end the woman is pregnant. So yeah that’s it. If you don’t understand look at the drawing again or just ask your mom…”

Noah-When the time comes to teach your child about sex ed, he’d nervously sit them down in their room. He’d talk and talk but somehow always seem to miss the point of the conversation as he’d use different words to describe everything, being too shy to say the real terms. “Alright so…sometimes…when a man and woman love each other…they get together…and their stuff get all different from usual…their stuff then get into a mix together and it goes on for a while. In the end, something flows and it can make a baby…Yes that is how babies are made…Did you get it?”

Simon-When the time comes to teach your child about sex ed, he’d have a little too much fun explaining everything to them. He’d get in their room and with the help of drawings he had prepare, the night earlier. He’d talk and end up showing each one of the poorly drawn sketches as if it were a slideshow, only to make your child uncomfortable. “Alright, open your eyes and your ears, cause I put a lot of time into this! See this! This is what a man and a woman look like when they are turned on. Turned on meaning they want to do things to one another to make each other feel good. Next drawing! So here we have, the man’s penis about to go in here! Can you guess what it is? Oh come on, you know what this is…a vagina! Next drawing! It’s them together and they go to town, for a good long while…and boom! Baby! That’s how they’re made! That’s you’re made!”

Ezekiel-When the time comes to teach your child about sex ed, he’d be rather honest and would use the proper terms to describe everything. He’d be educational about it and would answer their questions to the best of his knowledge. He’d also provide insight about feelings while talking about you and him. “So when a man penetrates a woman…he feels pleasure and so does the woman…and that pleasure builds up to the point of the release of the man…And when he releases, semen comes out and it can get a woman pregnant…Anymore, questions? Mommy and daddy? Yes…we did that to make you…we did it because we love each other and also because we wanted you in our life…That’s why…So yes it’s better when you’re in love with the other person…”

Benjamin-When the time comes to teach your child about sex ed, he’d look for a book in the library on that subject matter and eventually find one. He’d bring it to them in their room and bring himself to go through it with them. “Alright, so i got you this book today and we’re going to go through it together…See this is how men and women are when they are grown…and then this can happen when they’re aroused…it means they feel like they want to do it or they want a baby…See here…this goes in this when they want a baby…and then this comes out…yes out of men…and then it goes all the way here…and then babies are created…”

Caesar-When the time comes to teach your child about sex ed, he’d casually talk about it while you were all eating together. He’d have the idea to just to talk about it and just question your child randomly on their knowledge. He’d then clarify everything while still managing to sugarcoat it for them. “Hey! What do you know about sex? Tell me! Alright I get…What can you tell me about safe sex? What is that? Mhmm…okay not bad…What about the consequences of not practicing safe sex? Okay, you get it, I like that…Then how about what don’t you get about sex?”

Spencer-When the time comes to teach your child about sex ed, he’d do a very poor reenactment of the whole act. He’d do it in the form of a story, the characters obviously being you and him and it would lead up to the act as well as their birth. “So once upon a time, a woman named…Y/N…met…a man named Spencer…They started flirting…you know they complimented each other and suddenly they fell in love…because of that…they wanted to start a family…and to do that…they had to kiss each other…taking off their clothes…and making each other feel good…and then our private parts went inside one another…well my parts…and went the fun was over…A few months later…I listened to your mom’s stomach and heard you kicking…”

Richard-When the time comes to teach your child about sex ed, he’d get the movie theatre to be empty for the day. He’d talk about it while putting a movie on and wait for a sex scene to come on. As it would, he’d stop the movie and gradually explain to them what is about to happen. “Alright, I pause this for you…You know what they’re doing? It’s sex…That’s what happens before babies are made…So for instance mommy and daddy…that’s how we made you…See how they’re kissing…Sometimes that’s what you’re gonna want to do…and that turns into this…or even this…but in real life…i’ll be honest it’s a little more messy…especially when you want a baby…Nonetheless it’s pleasurable and it’s totally okay when you’re gonna like it…”

Nicholas-When the time comes to teach your child about sex ed, he’d sit them down on their bed and and in front of them. He’d tell them about having feelings and such and once he’d start to talk about the whole act, he’d awkwardly motion everything for them, making him and your child both uncomfortable. “Now sometimes, you’re gonna feel the need to do something…that involves your private areas…That feeling…Mommy and Daddy…we had it…and we did something about it and that’s why you’re here…I’m guessing you’re wondering what we did, right? Well…It started with us hugging…and then like this we got closer…”

anonymous asked:

Headcanons :3 RFA + V + Saeran reacting to MC who loses focus easily and copes with it unhealthily in order to stay attentive? Example: repetitively hits her legs with her hands, pinches her arms, etc. (BECAUSE SCHOOL DOESN'T ACCEPT THE DIVERSITY)

A/N: I’m assuming by the way you secretly not so secretly, i can see right through you anon curse the school, this happens to you? ;A; I’m sorry to hear that anon!! If it helps any, I also do a few of these things! So you aren’t alone- come here, lemme hug you (づ ̄ ³) ~Admin 404


           -He just got off of LOLOL and noticed how late it was

           -But? You’re still awake? Why?

           -He walked over to you and watched as you were attempting to study

           -You quickly lost focus though, and ended up staring into space

           - aw my MC is so cute look at them zone out

           -Should he say something? Bring you back to earth?

           -Before he can say anything though, he notices you start pinching yourself!

           -Rushes over to you and frantically tries to stop you, and honestly has tears in his eyes

           -Why were you hurting yourself!!!? You explain to him that you pinch yourself in order to stay focused! You have a huge exam tomorrow and you NEED to study for it! But you keep zoning out! Pinching yourself gets you to remember the task at hand

           -He begs you to stop doing that, and that from now on he’ll help you study, so you can stay focused! No more zoning out for you! Not when Shooting Star Yoosung is around! omg what a cutie


           -Your boss sprung a last minute report on you, and you now have less than 9 hours to get a 27 page assessment done wow what a dick

           -But you just couldn’t focus on it! You were so tired and it bored you out of your m i n d

           -So you’d become unfocused and stare at the wall in front of you

           -Zen realized you still hadn’t come to bed, and went searching for you

           -Though when he found you, there were papers strung everywhere??

           -At this point, your hands are buried in your hair and you’re tugging it just enough to get you to focus


           -He comes up behind you and grabs onto your wrists, and whispered sweetly against the top of your head that you didn’t need to stress yourself out to the point that you need to harm yourself

           -So you explain that you weren’t pulling your hair due to stress though you totally were stressed, it was because you couldn’t keep focus on the report

           -He understood that you needed it to focus, so he decided that as long as you were up working, he would have you sit on his lap and he would brush, braid, or run his fingers through your hair so you get the sensation without the damage!


           -You didn’t need to do something immediately damaging to yourself in order to focus

           -Though, if you kept downing energy drinks one after another;;;;; it was bound to damage your body eventually!

           -She knows how it is to drink quite a bit of coffee and an energy drink here and there to pull an all nighter when she had a lot of work, but….

           -You just downed seven “5 hour energy’s” in less than a minute??


           -But!!!! You needed it to focus!!! She understands!! She has the same problem!!

           -HOWEVER it doesn’t matter if she does it, she has to make sure you’re healthy and okay!!!! wow way to be hypocritical momma jaehee

           -Instead of just outright telling you that you should really stop doing that, she secretly helps you out!

           -The moment you start working, she’ll make you some coffee, when she sees you lose focus, she’ll give you a healthy snack for real though she’s the type to hide all your energy drinks

           -After a while, she starts to notice you’re behaviour changes! It’s not much, and some days you revert back to the energy drinks, but some change is better than none!!! She’s so proud of you!!!


           -He doesn’t have this problem very often

           -There’s hardly a time that he’s not focused on his work!

           -Because he’s focused on his work, he doesn’t notice that you can’t focus on your own

           -You have a term paper due in the morning and you just can’t do it!!!!

           -After a while of trying and trying and trying to focus, you take to more physical measures

           -You started to smack your legs repeatedly, in order to focus

           -The noise piqued Jumin’s interest, so he went to find the source. When he realized it was you hitting your legs, he softly put his hands on your shoulders to make you stop and pay attention to him

           -You apologized if you disturbed him, but this is just something you did to bring yourself out of the clouds so you can finish the paper

           -D E V A S T A T E D that you’ve been hurting yourself like this??????? He understand that you need to stay focused but?? He’s not letting his princess hurt herself anymore

           -From then on, if you have work to do, he immediately places Elizabeth the Third on your lap so you can simply pet her when you’re unfocused! cats heal all wounds; jumin han, 2k16


           -Why is the desk shaking

           -He’s trying to type, what is happening

           -is tHERE AN EARTHQUAKE???? MC!!!!!

           -You were trying to figure out this puzzle in your video game, and you were trying so hard to stay focused!

           -It’s been bugging you for half an hour now! But you keep losing focus because you can’t figure it out!

           -Since you were trying to stay focused, your subconscious decided to help you

           - shake leg violently why you gotta oh shit yeah u rite

           -Saeyoung looked over and noticed you deep in thought and your leg shaking. He’s seen someone do this before so he immediately recognized that you were just trying to focus

           -“MC, lemme help you out” “No I wanna figure out this puzzle myself” “I DIDN’T MEAN WITH YOUR GAME, SILLY”

           -Now, every time he sees your leg bouncing, he’ll sit on your lap and drape himself over you dramatically so you can’t anymore!


           -A lot of times, you have to wear long sleeves

           -You get distracted easily and to put you back on task, you end up scratching your arm!

           -Sometimes you really can’t focus and end up breaking the skin from scratching so much in one spot

           -You weren’t trying to hurt yourself!! The sensation just brings you back to what you were doing! Sometimes it just takes a lot and accidents happen

           -One day, you were working on an art project and you just couldn’t focus on the subject matter

           -You thought maybe staring at the canvas until something popped into your head would get you going, but it didn’t, so you rolled up your sleeve and started to scratch

           -V came in to see how the project was going, but ended up seeing you scratch yourself instead

           -At first, he thought maybe you just had an itch, until he noticed how read it was. You broke the skin?? You started bleeding?? Were you upset and hurting yourself???

           -NOT IN V’S HOUSE! Runs over to you in a panic and asks if everything’s alright!! What was wrong!!! You explained you were just trying to focus on your project and he still looked very concerned. After cleaning up your arm, he forced you to take a break from your piece

           -Every time he noticed you unfocused and your hand reaches for your arm, he’ll immediately ask if you’d like to go for a walk with him to take a break!


           -He has a bad habit of zoning out as well

           -Though his thoughts (or you) tend to snap him back to reality

           -Never realized you zone out just as badly as he does maybe because y'all zone out at the same time??

           -You were trying to study for your language test the next day but you couldn’t stay on task

           -Do I conjugate this verb? Does this word use “un” or “es”? Is thiS PLURAL OR NOT

           - scream So you kind of stare at the floor while you were thinking and ended up off track

           -Saeran had just returned home after being drug out of the house by his brother, when he walked in on you smacking yourself in the face

           -?????? whaT ARE YOU DOING?????? DON’T DO THAT!!!!

           -Rushes over and puts his hands on your cheeks before you can do it again and demands you tell him why you’re hitting yourself. He comes to realize you’re just trying to stay focused on studying but absolutely refuses to let you hurt your beautiful face

           -Now, he tries not to zone off as much so he can watch you, and if he notices you start to get unfocused, he holds onto your hands and talks about anything and everything to take your mind off having to smack yourself

You’re important to me - Part 4.

Title: You’re important to me. 

Fandom: Mystic Messenger.

Pairing: Juminzen.

Word Count: Approximately 2,317 words. 

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 

Finally, after a few days, part four is here! I am really sorry it took me so long, but its last week of school before holidays, and I had less time to write. Based on this post by @mariamagica, I hope you enjoy the last part of this small thing c: Unfortunately this is the end, of this at least. 

 I apologize in advance if I have any mistakes, English is not my first language.


08:35 am

Zen had woken up a little dazed, and the first thing he saw was the dark ceiling.

His ceiling was white, not dark.

His mattress wasn’t this soft, and his sheets were not as smooth.

Last time he was in his room, it wasn’t this big. He also had his hair down, he always made sure to braid it, or something.

Where the hell-

He gasped when a pair of arms wrapped around his waist, and pulled him close to a warm chest.


He turned around as slowly as he could, careful not to be to harsh, he didn’t want to wake whoever he had slept with. And he woke up completely when he saw Jumin’s sleepy face, staring at him from half-lidded eyes.

Everything came back to him in a rush. He had actually crashed the wedding, confessed Jumin his feelings, and they had gone back to the entrepreneur’s place. They had breakfast, and talked about a lot of things while they ate the delicious strawberry pancakes. And then the other took him around the different floors of the building he lived in.

Zen already knew it had multiple things in it, but he didn’t expect the variety of restaurants, shops, there was even a gym and a theater.

Being the actor he was, he got on top of the stage almost immediately, and when the entrepreneur requested it, he sang one song.

Only because it was asked nicely. Not because he liked the way Jumin looked at him when he sang or anything.


And then they went to one of the restaurants, an Italian one. The menu wasn’t in Korean so Jumin ordered for both of them, speaking the language flawlessly and.. God, Zen liked the way it sounded when Jumin said it.

They had their meal, and after a bit of a heated argument, Zen had to give up and allow him to pay the complete bill…  he would pay the money back to Jumin, even if the other told him not to.

Then they were back to roam around the building, exploring shops even though he practically ran away after seeing the prices. Although Jumin secretly bought him what he had expressed interest in. They had Chinese for dinner and returned to the penthouse late enough.

At some point or another, they started to make out, and the room became too hot.

“What are you thinking of? You have a weird smile on your face.”

That broke his line of thoughts, his lover had a very deep voice, but it became slightly slurred when he was sleepy. He really liked the way Jumin was slowly but surely showing more and more emotions. He didn’t know why, but it seemed like he had been suppressing them for a long time.

“I do not have one, and even if I did, I would still look perfect… I was just thinking about you.”

He scoffed, before turning around and starting to sit up. As much as he loved to chill on a bed sometimes, he was starting to get hungry.

Then something wet and cold ran down his thighs, and he couldn’t suppress the shiver nor the loud moan that escaped his throat.

The look on Jumin’s face told him they weren’t going to have breakfast any time soon.

It was noon by the time they were done, and they had lunch.

12:47 pm – V, Jaehee Kang, MC, Yoosung★, 707, Saeran.

- Jumin Han has logged in -

- ZEN has logged in -



Saeran>: The one you two threw at Sarah Choi yesterday?

Jumin Han>: You what?

Saeran>: Ah, after you two ran out like stupid ducks

Saeran>: they stood up and threw a whole bag of confetti at the giant cake’s face.

Yoosung>: They even screamed

707>: Congratulations on your no marriage!

MC>: And then we hid behind the benches

V>: She screamed at Jaehee.

Jaehee Kang>: My ears still hurt.

ZEN>: You two are impossible.

ZEN>: But thank you.

Jaehee Kang>: I will assume you and Mr. Han are together right now, so if you can…            

Jaehee Kang>: Turn on the tv, get a news channel.

Zen looked up from his phone and gestured the older to get the remote from the bedside table, he wouldn’t be moving for a while, all thanks to that jerk.

Jumin chuckled, and he wanted to slap that smirk off his face, but that would probably get him in more ‘trouble’, and he wanted to be able to walk.

He turned to watch the tv, and he didn’t know if he wanted to laugh or cringe at the headline.


Yesterday, instead of a beautiful wedding between Jumin Han, the director of C&R International and Sarah Choi, the protégée of the famous actrees Glam Choi, we got the drama everyone, probably, was hoping for. When the musical actor, ZEN appeared like a knight, and confessed his feelings, then both men ran away. Can you believe that? If you can’t, well here’s some proof!

Zen really liked the attitude the reporter had, and he felt his cheeks warm up at the different pictures the paparazzi had taken.

Most were about the kiss.

Isn’t that cute? Man… I’m jealous of the people who got to see it live, but don’t worry, an anonymous source provided us a video. Let’s see what happened!

Before he could see that, Jumin took the remote again, and lowered all the volume of the tv. Then he wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him close. If he was already blushing a faint pink, it would change for a deep red when he ended up siting in his lover’s lap.

“I will call the channel later, I want copies of everything. And perhaps we could share something else.”

He meant those photos.



V>: It is too early for that, Saeyoung. And, Jumin… You should probably talk to your father.

Jumin Han>: I don’t have plans to do that soon.

Jaehee Kang>: I believe you have nothing to worry about.

Jaehee Kang>: Your father is talking to the press right now, Jumin.

Said person looked puzzled, and when both of them turned to look at the tv, Jeong Han’s face was the first thing that appeared. They got the volume back up, and what the businessman said surprised both.

‘I would like to announce publicly that the engagement between Sarah Choi and my son is broken, besides obvious reasons. Also, the media could stop publishing articles about my relationship with Glam Choi, that no longer exists’.

‘Mr. Han, what’s the reason behind this statement?’

‘Mr. Han, what do you think about yesterday’s event at the wedding?’

‘One at a time, please. The reason is quite simple, I was about to get scammed. An anonymous source revealed to me that Sarah Choi was not Glam’s student, but her sister. And Sarah didn’t own a company of her own, instead she owned quite the huge debt. It would end up affecting the company and my family, and I wished I could have realized that sooner’.

‘Regarding the event that happened in the wedding, I couldn’t be happier my son found someone who would be willing to do that for him. So, if you are watching, Jumin and Zen… take care of each other, you have my support’.

There was a point where his cheeks started hurting from how much he was smiling, he couldn’t believe all the good luck and support they were getting from everyone. And apparently Jumin didn’t either, because he kept staring at the screen like a lost puppy.

Man… That was adorable.

But there was something they both needed to know, so he pinched Jumin’s cheek in a way to get him back to earth.

ZEN>: What did you guys do?

ZEN>: Did you get something against the Choi sisters?

MC>: Oh yes, Saeyoung did all the digging!

Yoosung: That’s not fair! Saeran and I help too you know!

707>: If your concept of helping is eating each other out every five minutes then yes, they did so much

Saeran>: What?

Saeran>: Can you blame for wanting something from my boyfriend?

Saeran>: I couldn’t help myself, he looked so cute all concentrated.

Yoosung>: Saeran >//u//<

707>: At least learn some self-control, for god’s sake!!

Saeran>: As if you had some

Saeran>: Last I checked, the walls weren’t soundproof

MC>: I’m sorry, brother in law

MC>: I just like being loud <3

Jumin Han>: Oh, Zen likes that too


707>: Oh

707>: Oh my god

707>: You two did the thing

Saeran>: Kinky bastards



Jumin Han>: It was nothing like that

Jumin Han>: We’ll get there another day

Jumin Han>: He needs to rest his body for a while




V>: Next Sunday we are all going to church.

V>: No buts.

V>: I’m dragging you if I need to.

MC>: Its fine, we can even make it so that these two sinners get married then!

Jaehee Kang>: That’s going a bit too fast, MC.

Saeran>: It’s Jumin fucking Han we are talking about, Jaehee.

Saeran>: The bastard pulls cat projects out of his sleeves every week.

707>: I AGREE


Jumin Han>: You’ll get one, eventually

MC>: I could help Zen get a dress :)


The wedding didn’t happen until four years later.

By then, a million things had happened. Jumin had replaced his father as CEO of the company a month after that day, and six months after that, Saeyoung and MC had had a small wedding in the beach.

Only the RFA and the bride’s family had attended, and of course, as it happens in some weddings, people hooked up. V had started a relationship with MC’s cousin, Elliot, and they were already living together by the end of the year.

Two years ago, Saeran started to work in Saeyoung’s toy store after it was opened to the public, he and his co-worker, Vanderwood (apparently they were the maid the hacker loved to brag about) did a pretty good job with the place, and it became really famous after a few weeks.

Jaehee found her own companion a month after that, a Mexican girl that had come to the coffee shop one day, and the next, and the day after that. Jaehee said she had the prettiest name, and he could agree, but Kristell was also a rare name, it was greek and lovely… Although the girl was stubborn, and preferred to be called Kris.

They were the second couple to get engaged.

However, V and Elliot were the third and the second couple, to get engaged and married. Their wedding happened six months ago and it was lovely, although it was bigger than Saeyoung’s for the immense list of guest. People both of them had got to known because of their trips as artists, close friends and of course, family.

It took a lot of arguments but he was happy Saeyoung and MC had left their one year old set of triplets with Vanderwood. They needed a bit of a rest from parenting and work, so the wedding helped.

It made Zen feel jealous, so of course he was delightedsurprisedhappy when Jumin got down on one knee and proposed. If anyone told him he had cried then, he would call them a liar. But he had.

Somehow, a month before his brother contacted him, and after a long chat, (with Jumin glaring at the sidelines) the actor and his brother had patched things up, he would see him and his mother in the front row.

And now, he was standing next to the man he loved the most. Looking pretty in a white tux while the entrepreneur looked hot in his black one. One of his hands was intertwined with Jumin’s while the other held a bouquet of white and purple roses, along with a single red rose.

He almost missed the priest voice and he asked for the vows, and he told everyone how he met Jumin, his impression, the fights they had, how he slowly fell in love with him, and then he told everyone, with tears in his eyes, that he would never regret this day. That Jumin Han was so important to him. 

In turn, Jumin, who also had some tears in his eyes, smiled.

“I would never forget the day I met Hyun, he was beautiful, passionate and very stubborn yet perfect… and I’m always reminded of that when I wake up next to him. Looking at him now, hearing what he said, I know for sure that there’s no one else like him and no one will ever change my mind, I promise to protect him, care for him, love him and I, like him, will never regret this day, or that one a few years ago where we had to run and hide besides a lake. Because Hyun Ryu, you’re important to me”.

Zen would never forget those words.

“Of course, there will be some situations in which I may allow some other people to sleep in our bed”.

Cue the gasps and shocked faces.


“Because kids tend to have nightmares, don’t they, Hyun?”

He smiled as tears ran down his cheeks, and- forget the priest and wedding rules, he kissed Jumin right there and then.

The priest, in return, laughed and closed the small book he was carrying. “You are impatient young men… Do you two accept each other, to love you, respect you, and be there until death does you apart?”

Two voices said the same thing at the same time.

“I do.”


Match My Pain

Requested by @ryleeroseb4 -Dating Theo and being Dereks sister? Like he follows you one night as youre sneaking out to meet Theo ??

It was no secret that us, the members of the Hale family, have something dark in all of us. We have all been through our fair share of pain in our lives. Some of us wallow in it, hide the real us because we think of nothing other than the pain itself. Some of us use that pain to put pain on others, make them feel the same pain that we have all felt, with killing them, or killing the people most dear to them, leaving them all alone on the earth. Then there is me, who found someone to match the amount of pain and darkness I had. I found the darkness to my dark parts. Now love may all seem like pink bubbles and Valentine’s Day but it can be dark and twisted as well. Theo and I feel in with one another because we were both in pain, our feelings for one another only grew as soon as we knew that we had both suffered through pain and tragedy. According to Derek, we are toxic together. I don’t think of it as that, Theo helps me through my pain because he knows exactly how it feels and I do the same. So yeah, Theo’s darkness is stronger than mine but so what? My security in myself is stronger than his, but that doesn’t matter either, what matters is that we are together and we help each other more than anyone knows or can see. Tonight, was just like any other night, sneaking out of my bedroom window as the sun went down to see Theo. It didn’t take me long to get there but I always took an extra few minutes to try and make sure no one was following me. As I got to Theo’s house, I thought I heard someone behind me, snapping my head around to face whoever it was, I was soon met by no one. Sometimes paranoia can get the best of me, I guess.
“Hey beautiful.” Theo said as he jumped down from his window to meet me on the ground. I just smiled and jogged over to him.
“Hey there, handsome.” I said as I wrapped my arms loosely around his neck and kissing him softly. Nothing too deep or passionate seeing as we were right outside his house. Even though Theo really didn’t care what his parents had to say about him or us, we were still respectful while we were on their property.
“So where to tonight? Movies? Dinner? We could just go for a walk.” He said, lacing his hand in mine and swinging it between as we began to walk back the way I just came from.
“You mean you don’t have to sneak away tonight? Leaving me alone to wonder what the hell you are doing?” I asked, hoping he wasn’t joking. Theo occasionally had to leave our dates early, leaving right in the middle of them sometimes. I know Theo wouldn’t cheat on me, and he assured me that him not telling me what he was doing would keep me safe but, I still cant help to be curious about it.
“I’m all yours tonight, baby.” He said, with a small smirk on his face making me squeal like a little school girl and kiss him again, this time a little more passionately, making Theo’s hands unlock from mine and go to my waist. It was nice, it was fantastic until I heard someone behind us.
“You guys are gross.” I heard causing me to jump at the familiarity of the voice. Only to see my brother standing there, arms crossed as if he was my mother and I had snuck out, okay that part was true.
“Did you follow me?” I asked causing Derek to chuckle and nod.
“I know you have been sneaking out. I have known for months, I just thought tonight would be a good night to bust you.” He said causing me to growl lowly, Theo immediately grabbing onto my arm, holding onto me lightly so I wouldn’t go after Derek. As much as Theo was big, bad and scary, he didn’t want to see me hurt and if I was to go after Derek there would be no winner, just two badly beaten up werewolves.
“I think it’s time to come home with me, (Y/N).” Derek said, causing me to laugh and take a step back towards Theo.
“I think it’s time you butt out of my life, Derek.” I said, holding Theo’s hand and beginning to walk past Derek, only to be stopped by Derek grabbing onto my upper arm. Now it was Theo’s turn to growl.
“Let go of her.” He said causing me to rip my arm from Derek’s hand and place it on Theo’s chest, trying my best to keep both us of calm.
“I just don’t want you getting hurt.” Derek said as Theo and I began to walk away from him. He knew it was a pointless conversation, truth be told, I don’t even know why he tries to keep me away from Theo anymore.
“As soon as I am anymore hurt than I already am, I’ll give you a shout.” I yelled to Derek who was now feet behind us. I wasn’t going to let Derek ruin our night, so yeah, he doesn’t really approve of us, but once Derek finds someone to match his crazy, someone to match his pain he will understand and until that day comes, I will just enjoy the fact that I already found that someone for me.

survey statements!

Hey guys! I had a good turnout of honest statements. If you missed this one, don’t worry, because there’ll be more surveys like this one in the future.

Remember, the point of the survey was to be blunt and honest. If you feel like your type was criticized or attacked, do not fret! These were simply people’s anonymous opinions. 

Also, some types got a lot of statements and others only got one or two. So…please don’t be upset if your type didn’t have a whole lot of statements directed towards it!

Here are the responses (sorted by type):


“i’m always scared that you’re manipulating me. you’re so kind that i’m not sure i can trust it. but you make me feel special- even if only for a second.”

“you guys are really caring and great people and I seriously love every ENFJ I’ve ever met, but I think you should put more care towards yourselves. I don’t mean you should talk more about yourself, as you seem to be able to do that, but to actually take time to do things for yourself.”


“you guys are really good at convincing people but you need to be more honest.”

“you guys are really good at getting things done, but you need to be more aware that you’re dealing with actual people with real emotions, not machines”


“It’s good that you care about rules and order but I wish you would understand that you’re not always right and just because something’s a rule it doesn’t mean following it is always the best choice.”

“think outside of yourselves and be mindful your actions or words.”

“I get you want to do the right thing, but it doesn’t need to come at the expense of others. Stop assuming you’re right because there are other people who have valuable opinions.”

“You guys are really great leaders and responsible and I enjoy your company and self-esteem, but you need to be more careful with INFP who are the complete opposite. Having a discussion with you and supporting an opinion that you don’t like, you tend to be intolerant and offensive.”


“I love you guys so much! Honestly, I’m friends with so many of you, but I just can’t relate to how you are so insular with your own feelings - I would love it if you could be a little more aware of others :)”

“Thank you for being so open minded and friendly towards me, especially when my first impression on people is a cold, objective, unfriendly person.”

“You might feel alone right now, and that’s okay. People will be rude and unfriendly, and few people will care as much as you. Just keep your head high and remember that you’re stronger than you think, and the world needs your compassion.”

“you guys are really creative and open minded but you need to been more open to constructive criticism please.”

“stop being so sensitive!”


“stop being so salty.”

“you’re really witty and fun and i envy that but you seriously need to stop turning everything into a debate.”

“y'all are so smart it’s creepy… I love a good Ne! Please use your powers of manipulation for good!”


“you guys are way too serious, you need to chill.”

“you guys are always so smart, I don’t feel like a normal INTJ, because I am not smart.” (Aw, remember that everyone is smart in some way - maybe it’s not book smarts like many INTJs, but that doesn’t invalidate your intelligence. Give yourself a little credit! :))

“you guys are incredibly interesting and smart but you should try to be more humble”

“you guys are really organizing but you need to be more flexible.”

“you guys are fascinating thinkers, but sometimes I want to have a heart-to-heart without feeling like I’m being analyzed. Can you please try to be a little more considerate of others?”

“you human beings are rational and cold, and that’s efficient to this society. One thing - it’s okay to express your “feels” privately. As if everyone cares, right?”

“You guys are so cool and accurate like the way you carry yourself in public but don’t worry no matter how much people tell you to change, no one will still be able to understand you “deeply” …“Do not tell me to change but do me a favor and try changing your perspectives, peasants!) ahahhaha just kidding ;) [i’m intj though >:) ]”


“I appreciate you are trying to help but PLEASE respect others individuality and independence.”

“your emotions seem really phony and you’re probably my least favorite type” (Remember that ESFJs aren’t fake - they just tend to reflect the values of those around them, and willingly embrace social roles! :))


Girls specifically: “you are special and I admire you all a lot”

All ESTPs:  “You’re charming and exciting and that’s great…but please be considerate of everyone!”


“you need to calm down.”

“you are really good at being empathetic but you care too much about making other people happy, look after yourself.”

“You’re really fun but you need to focus a little less on yourself.” (Interestingly enough, this is the opposite of the previous statement!)

“you’re way smarter than people think! You actually astonish me with your imagination and passion. Don’t give up on your dreams, you can do amazing things”

“you are so positive and your ideas are endless, but you need to realize that when one of your ideas is being criticized,you as an individual are not be attacked.”


“you guys are the best! All of my best friends are INFJ and there’s a reason for that! Still, you need to lighten up a little.”

“you guys are deep and sentimental but you guys keep to yourselves or just prefer to be quiet.”

“I get you want to put up walls, but you lose some great people that way. Be careful with who you choose to shut out.”


“You guys are so underrated. You’re such awesome, fun people, but you’re still emotionally intelligent and are good at analyzing things.”


“I love talking to you guys. You’re really funny and have interesting minds. But sometimes it would be nice if you thought a little more about emotions.”

“you are very honest to others and I can appreciate that but you need to be careful with your choice of words because others are easily hurt or offended and makes things unnecessarily complicated.”


“I admire you so much. Analytical, mysterious, yet full of passion…you rock!”


“you guys are really caring, but you need to be more selfish. Taking care of yourself doesn’t make you a bad person.”

“Please don’t hold it against me if I have a different thinking style than you do.”

Let Us Live: Part 3


Okay so this was really hard for me to write and I don’t have time to edit it but HEY IT’S LONG AF. I actually really like how this turned out and holy shit Ten is hard for me to write like? Why? Just a warning, this is completely un-betad, so forgive any mistakes/typos.

Anyway, please enjoy!

Word count: 5,263

Pairing: Ten/Y/N 

Warnings: Cursing

You rolled around on the floor of your apartment, sighing. The living room carpet wasn’t the softest, you noticed, as you laid still for a few moments. You adjusted, letting your face move across the course tufts of fabric.

It’s still uncomfortable.

“This isn’t working,” You muttered aloud, sitting back up. The carpet left your skin dimpled with the imprint of its pattern, “I still need to get that fucking key card.”

You pushed yourself of the ground and moved your ass into the kitchen, flicking on the lights, “Lit.”

So maybe you were a bit sleep deprived. You sighed, deciding to make a cup of coffee. Obviously, the best thing for massive sleep loss is jacking your system up on caffeine.

“I can hear a health specialist screaming in the distance,” You whispered as you poured a spot of cream into the charcoal colored liquid, putting in only a tad bit of sugar. The more concentrated the coffee, the better. A bit of music also helped keep you awake, so you pulled out your phone and activated Bluetooth, connecting to your speaker system.

Gentle waves of traditional winter ballads flooded your apartment quietly, just loud enough for you to make out the lyrics. You sniffed, taking a sip of your drink and jumping up to sit on the counter top. You checked the date.

December 24th, 2016, 1:00am.

“Fuck my life…” You took another sip of coffee, “Now… time to procrastinate procrastination.”

You picked up your phone, quickly skipping the song that began to play because you had over-listened to it – then opening up your contacts list. You had synced up a disposable phone to your home’s system, allowing it to remotely access the files on your computer, along with your music.

You pulled up Eunseong’s contact, typing out a message in the chat. You stopped yourself, hesitating over the send button.

I don’t want him to get in trouble again… Soohyuk was very harsh on him.

You shuddered, recalling his screams as you left the building last Sunday. It had been six days since then, and it was now the Saturday that you had to meet the man from the Black Blood’s. Your wounds had healed considerably, and all seven cuts were completely scabbed over. They had gotten smaller, too. They no longer spilt, bled randomly, or dripped on your floor like the first day. You didn’t know how Eunseong fared with his injuries, though. You hoped they healed as well.

You deleted what you had written, and sent him a tasteful meme instead. Soohyuk never said you couldn’t text him…

You changed chats, not expecting him to respond any time soon, anyway.

So, I can’t ask Eunseong… maybe Dajeong? Taeil? No… he’s probably still wanting to murder me… You had scrolled through almost all your contacts, but stopped once you reached the “Y” section. Hmmm…

You opened up Yuta’s chat, and typed out what you had planned to say to Eunseong formerly. You were asking him to call you on a private line, and to make sure he was in a quiet, secure place. After finishing the text, you sent it and set the phone down on the table. You sipped your coffee till it was almost gone as you waited for him to call you back, standing like a statue for almost a straight hour. The phone rang suddenly, making you nearly drop your mug. The music playing throughout your apartment stopped automatically.

You quickly snatched the phone off the counter, accepting the call and putting it up to your ear, “Hello?”

Yuta’s voice droned monotone through the receiver, “Why do I feel like you’re about to do something really stupid?”

“Correction,” you laughed, “You’re about to do something really stupid.”

The line was quiet for a bit, “I’m hanging up.”

“Wait!” You shouted, reaching a hand out as if he was physically leaving, “I’m sorry, I just really need your help.”

Yuta sighed, sounding tired, “Alright, what do you need?”

“I kind of-” You bit your lip, struggling to find the correct words, “I need you to steal the key card the Black Bloods were supposed to receive for the shipment.”

“Yeah, no.”

“Yuta, please!” You begged, “I really need it. Soohyuk doesn’t have to know. It’s really, really important.”

“More important than me living?”

“No, but he won’t kill you if he finds out. I’ll be the one to blame, I promise. Just hear me out.” You paused, hearing his silence. He was listening, “If what I have planned goes through, then everyone will be happy, especially the King. He can’t know, though. I’m supposed to be on hiatus. He’ll… it won’t go well if he finds out before I’m done.”

“I need to know what you’re planning.”

“I-” You bit your lip, eye twitching in annoyance, “I can’t-”

“Then I can’t help you.”

“Okay, okay, fine…” You moaned, “A Black Blood approached me, well not quite- but he made me a deal. We meet, alone. I bring the keycard, he brings the payment, we part in peace. That’s it.”

“This is stupid, Y/N. Eunseong would-”

“Eunseong would do it too.”

Yuta created a silence, then broke it by letting out a loud, conflicted sigh, “Alright, I’ll get the card, but I have one question.”


“Who?” Yuta said, “Who got you into this? If something goes wrong, I need to know who to find.”

You sighed, he was right. You mentally apologized to Ten, “It’s the black haired one I stabbed.”

“What?” Yuta yelled, before lowering his voice to a hiss, “Y/N, you stabbed him! Do you honestly think he’s really doing this for the reason he said? He could be doing this to get revenge, or worse…”

“It’s not that deep, Yuta.” You placated, “This could save us in the long run. I’m favored, and with the payment, we could solidify and secure our pre-existing bonds and connections. It’s the boost we need to get on equal footing with the Black Bloods. I have a good feeling about this,” you begged, “Trust me.

“Okay,” he said, “Fine. Have it your way. I’ll have the key card for at around noon, give or take, if this goes well. I’ll send you a text if something happens…” he paused, “Please don’t hurt yourself, Y/N.”

“I won’t, Yuta.” You said, smiling fondly, “Take care of yourself, okay? If you think you’re gonna get caught, bale. I’ll understand. I don’t want Soohyuk freaking out and… doing what he did to Eunseong and I to you.”

“Yeah,” Yuta sucked in a breath, “About that…”

A pulse of fear spiked through your gut, “What? What happened? He’s not…”

“Whatever you think he is, he’s not that. Eunseong’s fine – mostly.”

“What do you mean “mostly”?”

“The King cut off a segment of his right ring finger.”

“Oh,” you covered your mouth, shocked, “That’s… excessive. Fuck, now I feel really bad. I mean, I already felt like shit, but that’s just the cherry on top.”

“Yeah,” Yuta agreed, groaning as someone called for him in the background, “Shit, I gotta go. I’ll slide the key card under your door or something. Bye!”

“Talk to you-” the phone line cut off, “…later.”

You bit your lip and closed the phone, glaring into the empty coffee cut sitting on the counter. You contemplated making another cup, but decided it best to let yourself rest, even if you weren’t able to go to sleep.

Now… time to wait.

You woke up at approximately 11:58am by falling off the hard counter top onto the even harder tiled kitchen floor, dramatic classical music sounding throughout your apartment. That wasn’t what woke you, but was actually the doorbell that had startled you from your oddly-positioned slumber. You had fallen awkwardly on the tiles, landing on top of your right arm.

Why the fuck was I asleep on my counter?

You were knocked out of your thoughts by the doorbell ringing two more times, the person clearly growing impatient. You groaned, holding your right shoulder as you rubbed the pain away, “I’m coming, I’m coming!” You muttered, “Irritating dick.”

Padding over to the door, you wiped the sleep out of your eyes, sniffing a bit. You opened the door, “Yes?”

“I have the key card, sleeping ugly.”

You glared at Yuta, snatching the card from his outstretched hand, “I thought you didn’t have time to stop for more than a millisecond.”

“Well…” he tilted his head a bit to the right, “Set the bar low and you’ll never be disappointed by life. I had to establish the precedent somehow.”

“That’s a sad motto, Yuta.”

He shrugged, “Am I wrong though?”

You snorted, giving up, “No, you’re not. Thanks for getting me the key card… I really, really appreciate it. Hopefully this will placate Soohyuk.”

“Yeah… gotta get those loyalty points,” Yuta laughed, “Sometimes I feel like I’m in too deep with all of this.”

You laughed, “Yuta, this is the mafia. You’re always in to deep. It’s practically written in the job description.”

“If we had one,” He snorted, “I wonder what life would’ve been like if I stayed in Japan, kept up with soccer, went to college…”

“Don’t think too much, Yuta.” You advised, “It’s not like we can turn back time. Our choices have been set in stone, irreversible. Just go with it and you’ll be fine.”

“I know that, but…” he sighed, taking a step back from your doorway, “You can’t tell me you haven’t thought about it before.”

“I try not to,” you stuck out your tongue, waving as he left, “Viviamos!”

He waved over his shoulder, voice quieter as he spoke in the opposite direction of you, “Viviamos.”  You closed the door.

Looking down at the key card, you relived the meeting with the King. Your leg started throbbing, ghost pain making you wince. You could only imagine how much pain Eunseong had felt.

Yuta’s kind of right, you thought, I wonder what life would’ve been like if I had never let curiosity get the best of me.

You tossed the key card onto the counter, slapping your cheeks in an attempt to smack sense into yourself, “Stop it, stop it, stop it! It’s fine… totally. I should be getting ready for the meeting, anyway.”

You checked the time, your phone reading 12:07pm. You had just under twelve hours to prepare for the exchange, which you defiantly needed. You had neglected proper preparations due to both legitimate and idiotic reasons, like fucking around on online dress up games or attempting to broaden your horizons in code.

You headed back to your bed room, walking faster whenever you passed a window. You always grew nervous when you were near them now, after that last incident.

Your bedroom spoke nothing of your personality, the grey walls blank from anything indicating a connection to anyone. Your dresser only contained clothes, and they were mostly black – just how you liked it. There was probably some color in there, but it was definitely buried under layers of dark cloth.

You opened your shallow closet, rummaging through all the shit you threw in there because you were too lazy to actually clean up. You found a chestnut, over-the-shoulder satchel underneath various objects you had forgotten about, like a magic 8 ball, an ugly cat sweater with a fucked up hemline, a tambourine from when you tried to make it in a street band (Keyword: tried), and some repulsive used tissues because the trash can was too damn far away.

“I disgust myself…” you muttered, your lip curling up as you cringed.

After retrieving the bag, you threw it on your bed and began to fill it with the essentials. You grabbed your gun out of your sock drawer, and tossed the weapon onto your bed. A CW9 9mm, you’re favorite little weapon. It was slim, had light recoil, and was small enough to conceal without taking away from the damage it could do. Eunseong had helped you buy it and even assisted you in painting it matte black because the silver slide was a little too obvious for your taste and lack of expertise. It helped, when you had to hide it under your clothes.

You tossed in your wallet, another disposable phone, some chocolate, and – of course – the throwing knife. You put it in there specifically to piss the man off, and a little because you felt a little bare without a close range weapon. You made sure to double check for you ID, not wanting to have the deal fail just because you can’t get into the club.

You contemplated sticking the key card in the bad, but decided against it in favor of looping the lanyard around your neck. You had to take it off in order to shower around eight hours later, but made sure to put it back on after you had cleansed yourself. It wasn’t hard to conceal it, the white lanyard and plastic hiding perfectly under the opaque black jacket you threw on. Of course, you’d seem a bit out of place in the club wearing a long black jacket, semi-flattering jeans that had lost a lot of their black pigment and were starting to turn grey, and your trusty – but no longer waterproof – black boots.

You attempted to “spice it up” by adding some pretty bracelets that costed you significantly less than a pretty penny, a thin, classy necklace, and some makeup. You let yourself indulge and do a pretty red lip, but skipped heavy eye makeup and settled for dark liner and minimally mascara coated lashes. You set down the lipstick, taking a quick selca with and obnoxious, over-the-top wink and sent it to Yuta. He gave you a concise response, “Minimal effort, I see.”

You scoffed, knowing he was just being facetious, and laid back down on your bed. You checked the time; it was around 9:45pm. You had an hour and forty five minutes before you had to call a cab and make your way to MÜTE. Of course, given how fervently you had packed earlier, you had nothing left to find or bring. The key card was around your neck, the world around you was placid and uneventful… all you could do was lie earnestly in wait for the hours to pass.

Of course - with how oddly excited you were - the hours seemed to pass by horribly slow. You paced restlessly, highly anticipating what was to come. You had question… so very many of them. Refusing to forget them, you sat down at your desk and began to scribble messily on a piece of paper torn from one of your notebooks.

Where are you from? What are the black bloods like? What conditioner do you use? Permission or forgiveness? Fight or flight? Chocolate or hard candy?

You paused, your pen hesitating against the paper and making a slight splotch of ink before you stopped, not writing down the last question on your mind. Are you like me? You left the note out on your desk.

You checked the time again and groaned, 10:30pm.

“I wish life had a fast-forward button…” you pitched yourself onto bed sheets, face down. You laid there for a minute before screeching upon the realization that you were wearing red lipstick and the sheets were fucking snow white.

“Shit, fuck, shit, fuck, shit!” you cried, pulling the sheets off the bed and rushing them to your wash room. You blotted it with rubbing alcohol, rendering the fabric damp. A good bit had come out, but some was still in the fabric, making it pink. It was just a little stain, but still.  You’d either have to take it in for cleaning or get a new sheet. You groaned, bundling the thing up and throwing it into the washer with more detergent than what was necessary. You slammed the top shut and made your way back to your room, cursing when you saw your face in the mirror.

“Damnit,” you sighed, trying to fix the smeared lipstick. You decided it would be best if you just wiped it off entirely, applying a sheer chapstick with a slight tint, instead. You wiped away the stain it made on your cheek completely; the pigment thankful coming off your skin better than it came out of the sheets. You covered the spot with a bit of concealer just to be safe. You peeked at the time, realizing you were due to call a cab.

You grabbed your bag and left your room, dialing up the taxi service as you swung the bag over your shoulder and sat in your living room. Rubbing your hand on the textured fabric of the seat, you counted the minutes until your ride came. You looked up upon your living room filling with light, the headlights of the car reminding you of just haw dark it was in your apartment. You hummed, pushing yourself off the couch. The excitement you had felt earlier still thrummed through your body, but it was now much quieter.

This is for business, you thought, it’s not like we’re even acquaintances. That fact is unassailable.

You greeted the driver with a kind smile and told him where you were going. He laughed, “Going clubbing? You look a bit underdressed.”

You sighed, “Yeah… I’m going to be doing business, actually.”

“Huh,” he mused, glancing at your through the rearview mirror, “What business could you possibly have at a club?”

You laughed, “I ask myself that too.” You sat back in your seat, the car falling into a comfortable silence.  You fiddled with you ear, mindlessly tugging at the extremity. The car ride wasn’t too long, not being longer than 5 minutes. The club wasn’t horribly far, only about a fifteen minute walk from your apartment in Hannam-dong. You could’ve walked, but you didn’t like to be out in the streets at night. It scared you.

The car slowed down and stopped at the curb, the driver reaching out for his payment. You passed him what you owed, and promptly stepped out of the car and onto the hard sidewalk. You shivered as the car drove away, and promptly got closer to the building to building to stop some of the wind chill.

You had about twenty minutes before you had to meet Ten, so you spent the time on scouting the area. You peeked around the corners of MÜTE, spying down the long alleyways. The air was filled with the muffled sound of some recent dance hit, the bass making the ground shake just slightly. You walked around the place, turning around promptly when you turned the back right corner and almost bumped into a couple. You covered your eyes and tried to erase the image of the guy shoving his tongue down her throat, his hands on her exposed chest, and her hands on his junk.

You walked back along the side of the building you came from, heading back towards the front. Rounding the corner, you decided it best to go inside. It was getting quite cold, and your hands were freezing.

Standing in line, you gave the bouncer a glare as he looked you up and down, scrutinizing your appearance. His head was smooth as ice. You stuck out your tongue as you came to the front of the line and his frown deepened, “You’re not exactly dressed for a night in the club, girlie.”

You snorted, “And your head isn’t exactly suited to a night out in the freezing cold, baldy, but that’s not stopping you.”

“You little bitch-”

“Hey!” Someone across the street called out, walking confidently across the black pavement. His black hair glinted red under the neon club sign, giving him the look of a devil. His eyes shinned with the same crimson, bright and dangerous. He stood on the other side of the line - the one closer to the street - and jerked his chin at you, “I told you to meet me outside of the club, not in it.”

You raised a brow, not liking his arrogant attitude, “I could’ve sworn you-”

“Well, you swore wrong,” He huffed, lifting up the velvet rope that separated him from you and grabbed your hand. You made an awkward noise as he pulled you under the rope, stumbling a bit as you nearly caught the rope with your nose – you were doing the limbo, essentially. Ten laughed, but it was condescending, “You forget things a lot, don’t you?”

You frowned, digging your heals into the sidewalk, effectively stopping the two of you. You yanked your hand roughly out of his grasp, taking a step back, “Fuck off…” You muttered, rubbing your hand. He had a strong grip, stronger than you remembered.

You looked up, examining his hard expression. He had turned around, hands down at his side. The two of you were a good thirty feet away from the club and the tenants were looking at you, wanting to see if a fight was about to break out. Ten’s face gave nothing away, and he was dressed in significantly less clothes than you. It boggled your mind.

“You look really fucking cold,” you muttered, looking him up from head to toe. He was wearing a black dress shirt and black dress pants, paired with a pair of nice, sleek shoes.

“I’m really not,” he quipped, “I run warm blooded.”

You swallowed, shifting from foot to foot. You didn’t know how to behave around him; his tone made you nervous, scared, “Well, I’m fucking freezing, so…”


“And I think I’d be a good idea to go somewhere warm, such as-”

“I am not going into that club,” He leaned to the side, glancing around your figure, “And neither are you, judging by that bouncer’s face.”

You glanced over your shoulder, grimacing at the daunting look the angry, bald man was giving you. You sighed, “Yeah… I think your right with that one. So…” You bit you lip and turned your head promptly, smiling. It came out more as a wince, “Looks like were going someplace else.”

“Or we could stay here and get this over with?”

“Nah, I feel like making things complicated for you. You broke my window and I think you just broke my hand.”

“Oh, calm down. Your hand is fine.” He groaned.

You raised an eyebrow, flopping your hand flippantly in his face, “Is it? Is it really?” You cradled the extremity and cooed over it, “My hands are sensitive… And they are very, very upset that my living room window is broken.” You jiggled your hand in his face again, “Very upset.”

He looked skeptical, raising an eyebrow with wide eyes, “Okay…? Noted, your hands are sentient.”

“Damn straight,” you coughed, “Okay, fuck this. We’re going to my place.”


“You already know where I live, you creeper. It’s not like it’s anything you don’t know,” you scoffed, brushing past him. You were walking fast, determined to get home in less than ten minutes, “Shit, I could really go for some hot cocoa right now.”

Ten followed silently, deciding it best to follow your shivering, ranting figure. He caught up, walking beside you. He kept giving you weird looks.

“What? Is there something on my face?” You bundled up your jacket, crossing your arms in an effort to conserve warmth. The way you were walking was against the wind, chilling you to the bone.

Ten continued to stare, “No, you’re just…” he stopped, mouth opening and closing. He pursed his lips, “Nevermind.”

“You’re strange,” You muttered, jokingly bumping him with your hip. He stumbled, not expecting the friendly action. He looked startled before he gave a small laugh, smiling lightly.

“Right back at you.” He came back to his place beside you, his arm lightly brushing your side.

The rest of the walk passed in silence besides your puffing breath. He didn’t seem to break a sweat, but you felt like your lungs were freezing. The only sign of being cold he showed was the involuntary reddening of his nose and cheeks, which made his look significantly less brooding and dark. You excitedly ran up the steps to your apartment, which was conveniently on the first floor of the residence. Ten followed close behind you, watching you closely as you unlocked the door.

You stepped into the apartment, telling him to close the door behind himself and to hang up his coat. He chuckled, “I’m not wearing one, you know.”

You scoffed, taking off your shoes and settling them by the door. You took off your coat and threw it over him as he took off his own shoes, “Now you do,” you laughed, escaping to the kitchen. You called back to him as you opened a cabinet and took out a jar of cocoa mix, “Be a dear and hang it up for me, will you?”

You heard a snort, “Lazy ass!” He yelled, but his voice had no real bite to it. You smiled.

Looks like my impulsiveness helped, this time, you thought, pulling out two mugs from one of the higher cabinets. You set them on the counter and moved to fill up the conduction kettle with enough water to fill both mugs, turning on the sink. You danced slightly as you waited for it to fill to the point you wanted, trying to warm yourself up. You bobbed your head, jamming to your internal soundtrack.

Once it finished filling, you settled the glass object on the conduction plate and turned the thing on, turning around to lean against the counter. Your eyes sought out the raven haired man, your head still bobbing. He gave you another weird look, looking like he muttered something under his breath that looked vaguely like ‘okay, then.’

He was about to make a comment when you yelped upon hearing the kettle turn off, signaling that it was done, “Oh, hell yeah…” You whispered, grabbing the kettle and pouring an equal amount of water into both mugs. Getting out two spoons directly following, you scooped out some of the hot cocoa mix and stirred it into each cup. You left the spoons in, and handed one of the mugs to Ten. He didn’t reach out to take so you awkwardly set it on the counter, leaving him to stare down into the rich, brown liquid. He looked back up at you.

“Don’t worry, it’s not poisoned you joked,” taking a small sip, “See?”

He nodded, eyes lingering on you for a moment before he grabbed his own mug and brought it to his lips. He choked, putting the mug down on the counter hastily, “What the fuck? What the hell was in that?”

“I put salt in yours,” you laughed, “Consider it petty payment for breaking my window.”

“Bitch…” he cursed, “I would like to remind you that you stabbed me.”

“So?” You took another sip of your un-salted hot cocoa, “I called the ambulance, which also happened to save that girl’s life. I have leverage over you, bitch. I would just like to remind you of that.”


He sighed, “Okay, you’ve had you revenge. Do you have the key card?”

“Yes,” you said, smiling over the rim of your mug, “but you’re not getting it yet.”

“You are a pain in the ass.”

“I take pride in that,” you slid him you hot cocoa, “Here, get the taste out of your mouth. I promise it’s not salted this time; I like my cocoa sweet.”

“Noted,” he said, bringing the cup to his lips as he leaned against the table with his elbows – on the opposite side as you. He took a sip, appreciating the taste, “…thanks.”

“No problem,” you muttered, starring at him. You recalled the list of questions you had earlier, “So, where are you from? I noticed you have an accent, but I could quite place what it was.”

He slid the mug back to you and answered as you took a sip, “Thailand, that’s why I go by Ten.”

“Ah, that explains it. The name, I mean,” you hummed and passed him the mug again, “What are the Black Bloods like?”

“I can’t really answer that,” he said, “But it’s good. We’re not as… tightly knit as you seem to be. Most of us are init strictly for business.”

“What about the guy who got killed last week?” You asked voice quiet. You hoped you weren’t strumming a nerve, “What was he like?”



“Oh, him.” Ten sighed, “I never liked that guy. He used to always harass Yonai, no matter how much she rejected him. It was irritating.”

“Interesting…” You mused, taking the last sip of the hot chocolate, “What about-”

“How about I start asking you questions?” Ten straightened up, coming to his senses a bit as the night wore on. He was growing tired of you drilling him for info, “Where is the key card?”

You pouted and sat up, “You’re no fun. Here,” you grabbed the lanyard and pulled the key card out from under your shirt. You didn’t remove it from your neck, though, eyeing him suspiciously, “Where’s the payment?”

He pulled out a card and handed it to you, “Transfer 100,000 to your account. I’ll know if you take more, so don’t try me.”

“Alright,” you pushed off the counter, “Let me get my laptop.”

You ran back to your room and unplugged the electronic, holding it to your chest. You rushed back to the kitchen, telling Ten to sit with you in the living room. He did, crossing his legs as he sat down on a couch. You sat beside him, letting him watch as you transferred the money. Upon entering your password, you heard him sigh, “I still can’t believe your password is sucmydic…”

“It’s funny, though. Plus, no one has ever been able to guess it, so it’s quite effective.”

“… Alright.”

“Be honest, deep down you think it’s funny. Don’t deny it.” You jested, prodding him in the side. He frowned.

“You’re an enigma.”

“I’ll take that was a compliment.”

You finished the transaction and handed back his credit card. It was odd how he was using his own funds, but he probably did it to avoid suspicious. The Black Bloods would probably reimburse him, anyway, once he comes back with the key card, “Here,” you started to take of the lanyard, “Take it-”

The doorbell rang. You let the key card fall back down around your neck. Ten stiffened, “Who the fuck is that?” He whispered, “Was this a fucking set up? Oh, I cannot believe-!”

“Don’t believe it, then, because I swear to god this isn’t what you think.” You glanced through the peep hole of the door. It was Eunseong, “Shit…” you whispered, “You need to hide, now.”

“Hey, I didn’t come here to get screwed over. Give me the damn-”

“If you don’t hide now than we’ll both be screwed over so please shut the hell up and hide in a closet or something.”

He cursed, knowing he couldn’t leave without the key card, “Fine, but you need to pay me back for this. Take care of your boyfriend.”

“Sure, whatever, just…” You turned around and whisper shouted, “He’s not my boyfriend!”  It was too late, Ten was already out of earshot. You let out a frustrated, strangled noise. The doorbell rang again.

You put your hand on the knob and turned, taking a deep breath to try to calm yourself down.

Here goes nothing.

So, how was it? Good? Bad? Meh? Tell me bc that motivates me to plot for the next chapter (and to keep writing things that people enjoy and want to read).

Thank you so, so much for reading all of that. Bless u little angel. It’s time for me to sob over math homework now.



Yoongi Smut

“daddy or boss?”

Your body slightly swayed to the song in the background while you served drinks to your customers. It was busier than usual, so your boss, Yoongi, had to help you out.

“One Gin and Tonic here baby.” A drunk man, attractive nonetheless, called out to you and you nodded, getting his drink ready instantly. You felt Yoongi come up behind you and reach out for a drink, his body touching you slightly, enough to make you hold your breath.

He moved away as quickly as he came, taking the drink that he wanted and poured it out on a glass.

You passed the drink to the man who grabbed your hand but you just swiftly loosened yourself, moving onto the next order.

Yet again, Yoongi touched you while taking the knife from your hands to cut a slice of lemon.

Few words were exchanged, since there were too many people to serve, however seeing Yoongi work just made you amazed.

The night continued, Yoongi still touching you, breathing down on your neck, making your knees weak, and occasionally wrapping his hands around your waist to move you aside to get past you.

Finally, it got quieter after a while, and you saw Yoongi sit on the barstool, knackered.

You smiled slightly and poured some whiskey out on a glass and slid it to him.

He looked up at you, his eyebrows raised in question.

“You look tired.” You shrugged and he took it in his hands, raising it at you in gratitude, before taking a gulp.

“I don’t know how you do this.” He said, finally.

“You get used to it.” You give him a small smile and pour out another drink for the same attractive, drunk man that was still here.

“You alright?” You hesitated to give him the drink, it would be his 5th one this night.

“Do I look okay?” He slurred drunkenly, giving you a smile.

“Let’s get you home.” You set the drink down and went around the bar, he was one of the only few people left, and put his arm around your shoulders, trying to lift him up.

“The name is Jimin.” He leaned against you slightly, his arms wrapping around your waist, which you inwardly cringed at.

You helped him out of the bar, and called a taxi, before putting him inside. You even paid the driver beforehand, and Jimin mumbled his address before mumbling you a thank you.

You smiled at him and walked back inside when the vehicle drove off and saw that Yoongi was the only person remaining, the others must have left.

“I guess i’ll close up then.” You said to Yoongi and he nodded, taking another gulp of his drink, finishing it off.

You walked towards the door, again, and locked it and started to arrange the chairs and tables before sitting down next to Yoongi, who had a new drink, and a fresh, untouched one next to him.

“What did you think of today then?” You asked him and he looked at you, passing you the drink that was next to him. You took it gratefully and took a big gulp, the alcohol burning down your throat, relieving you instantly.

“It was okay.” He shrugged and set his drink down and looked at you. “Don’t you get tired?”

“It is pretty tiring.” You smiled at him before taking another sip of your drink.

“Then why are you still working here? I’m sure a young, beautiful woman like you would be accepted gladly for any other job.”

“Thank you, but I like it here. I mean, sometimes, it can get out of control but it’s a wonderful atmosphere here. People are here to just gossip and catch up and us having no wifi here allows them to be social. I haven’t really thought of any other jobs at the moment, maybe in the future but for now, I am quite happy.”

“But-” He was cut off with your phone ringing and you smiled apologetically before picking it up.

Taehyung’s deep voice came in from the line and you chatted for a while before hanging up.

You sat on one of the comfier chairs and called Yoongi to join you. He came, with both of your drinks.

“Boyfriend?” He asked, plopping himself in front of you and leaning back, making him look effortlessly sexy.

“No.” You smiled. “I don’t have one.”

“Me either.”

“Well I should hope so.” You joked and he rolled his eyes, and fuck he looked so hot.

“I mean, I don’t have a girlfriend.” He smiled and you smiled back.

He took out a cigarette from his suit pocket, and lit it, taking a drag, before passing it to you.

You accepted and took a long drag before leaning back and blowing it out, observing the ceiling.

“Tell me more about you.” Yoongi demanded, and you smiled, not looking at him, taking another puff.

“What do you want to know?”


So, you did. You told him everything. Maybe it was the alcohol talking, but you talked on for what felt like hours before you looked at Yoongi directly, who already had his eyes on you, his attention at you fully.

“Your turn.” You said and he shook his head.

“Baby, you can’t get me talking that easily.” He gave a grin and you rolled your eyes. “But i can confess something.”

“Yeah?” You put out the remains of the cigarette and put your elbows on the table, lowering and leaning forward towards Yoongi, whose eyes, without any shame, travelled straight to your cleavage.

“I think you’re so sexy, so hot, so fucking beautiful.” He looked back up at you and you gave a half smile, half smirk.

“Likewise.” You clinked your glass against his and was about to take a gulp when he took the glass out of your hand and pressed his lips firmly against yours.

As soon as your arms wrapped around his neck, he lifted you up and pulled you, so you were on the table and he was between your legs. His warm tongue slipped between your lips and his hand travelled to your boob, giving it a squeeze, making you moan into his mouth.

“You’re my boss.” You said, pulling away from his and he gave an annoyed grunt before pulling you closer, resuming kissing you in a way you had never been before.

The man in front of you , no surprise, took complete control. From where your hands travelled to where his travelled.

it was a completely new and wonderful experience.

“You’re my lover now.” He growled before using his hands to split your legs open wider for him.

“Fuck, Yoongi.” You moaned when he lightly grinded on your womanhood, him giving a small growl of pleasure also.

The low music in the background was broken when you and Yoongi’s glass was thrown onto the floor, by Yoongi and he laid you flat on the table, his eyes traveling around you shamelessly.

“Fucking hell.” He whispered and gave an impressed hum before his hands unzipped your dress.

He swore again, mumbling under his breath, something along the lines of ‘i finally get to fuck you’, making you take deep breaths because, frankly, you had never imagined a man like Yoongi would want you.

His hands slowly ran over your body, touching every inch, leaving a trail of burning desire, his dark eyes watching your nipples perk up that were screaming for his attention.


Not fucking right now was torture.


Yoongi attacked your neck with kisses and bites and fuck, you could get addicted to this.


“Here?” You asked and he nodded.

“Here.” He took his lips away from your skin just to say that and you visibly shivered.

He was going to fuck you on the table.

Yoongi’s hand travelled to your nipple and pinched it, while licking his lips, making you arch your back, with him giving a grunt of approval.

Your hands desperately travelled to Yoongi’s bulge and stroked him through his suit trousers fabric. He closed his eyes, giving a deep purr of pleasure before pushing you down on the table, his body crushing yours deliciously.

“Baby, you only touch me when I tell you to.” He growled, his voice deep, his eyes hooded.

The lighting in the bar couldn’t favour Yoongi enough. The low, seductive lighting created beautiful shadows under his eyes, his long eyelashes creating flirtatious art, his cheekbones extremely defined and his eyes shining with lust.

“Yes, Yoongi.” You breathed out but he continued to kiss you in such a way that you forgot all the other men you were with previously.

“Baby, hands above your head.” He demanded, and you obliged, not resisting. There was no point resisting now anyway, you were both too deep in.

He gave you one last peck on the lips before moving lower, his lips leaving a trail, and where his lips touched your skin, it burnt - in a good way, before finally reaching your panties.

“Black’s my favourite colour.” He says and kisses the top of your red lace panties. “But red looks sexy on you nonetheless.”

“Thank you.” You try to sit up and he gently pushes you back down with his body, his hands holding yours tightly above your head.

“You don’t fucking move without my permission.” He hisses and you nod, not being able to form a sentence or find the right words because without any warning, one of his hand slips inside your panties, making you arch your back under Yoongi, and touching his bulge in the process.

He gives a deep growl before moving his fingers, circling your clit, while moving lower onto your breasts, his tongue poking your nipples teasingly, earning a whine from you.

“Don’t make any noises.” He demands, his tongue resuming the action and it’s a while before his whole lips wrap around your nipple, leaving you feeling hot and messy.

You felt his lips form into a smile when you let out a ‘fuck’ accidentally under your breath.

He removed your panties and placed himself in front of your entrance.

“Oh baby, you have such a pretty little pussy.”

He gave one slow lick and stopped to look up at you and smirked before continuing.

He knew all the right places and the right spots, showing his experience.

His wet tongue felt delicious and his hands grip your waist, holding you firmly when you were squirming and bucking your hips, not pleased with his slow and torturous pace.

He hesitates to tease you, before sucking your folds harshly, his lips letting out a pop when he pulls away but continues when you whine breathlessly, hands itching to bury themselves in his soft green locks that suited him in a strange way.

His tongue entered, unexpectedly deep, inside of you and you unconsciously let out a “daddy” making him stop and bite your inner thighs, making you into a moaning mess.

“Yes, fuck, does my little princess like that?” He growls, before standing up.

You nod and he finally removes his designer leather belt along with his expensive suit, which are abandoned on the floor somewhere, probably soaked in the alcohol from the glasses.

“Show daddy what you can do baby.” And with those words, your sit up on the table, which was as low as the chair, and take Yoongi’s long length in your hands. “On your knees princess, so I can take all of that body in.”

You went on your knees immediately and stuck your ass out, and Yoongi immediately let out appreciative noises before reaching his hands out to bury in your hair.

“Is this all for me daddy?” You tilt your head up at him, batting your eyelashes for extra effect, which apparently seemed to have worked for him.

“Yes baby, fuck, for you.”

You gave a grin before giving him a long slow stroke, his pre-cum leaking out, glistening in the low light, making a soft sticky noise which was over powered by Yoongi’s deep, sexy hiss.

You stop and Yoongi observes, his eyes not betraying any emotion. You run your thumb along his tip and collect the white substance and smudge it on your lips, which you lick while looking up at him, making him grab you and kiss you, hard.

“Am I doing good, daddy?” You ask and he nods.

“You’re doing good princess- fuck, more than good.” He breaks off when you stroke him, your hands wrapping around him tighter.

You lower yourself and take him in your mouth. You twirl your tongue around his tip and give it a kiss with your plump lips before running your tongue from the bottom to the tip of his cock.

“Deeper baby.” He groans when you only take his tip in to tease him. Deciding that was enough torture, you take him in deep, feeling him at the back of your throat, gagging slightly at the contact and spitting on his tip, and pumping fast, making his hips thrust unknowingly and his lips fall into an 'o’ shape.

You lick his tip again and he decided he’s had enough so he lays you down on your back, one hand holding both of your above your head and the other hand splitting your legs wide open.

Realising that he didn’t have a condom on, he moved and before you knew he was gone, he came back on with a condom, which he put on swiftly.

He slipped inside of you easily, as you were very wet, and pushed himself in deep, making you scream out random curse words, overwhelmed at the feeling of him inside of you.

Your hands dig themselves onto Yoongi’s back but he doesn’t seem to mind anymore. He thrusts with full force, filling you up completely, sending waves of pleasure all over your body, making your knees weak and your toes curl at the impact.

He heightens the intensity of your orgasm by sucking and leaving marks all over your neck, and before you knew it, you were close. Yoongi figured this and thrust harder, his hand now playing with your clit, making you scream him name and bury your hands in his hair, tug on them gently.

Soon enough, you reach your orgasm. Not just a normal orgasm, a toe curling, body jerking orgasm.

Yoongi follows shortly after, groaning and collapsing on you, his hand still buried deep in your hair, his warmth slipping inside of you.

He pulls out and takes the condom out and ties a knot before throwing it on the floor and laying down next to you.

“How was that?” He asks and you give a soft laugh.

“Great but I think I need more of that.”

This makes him sit up and looks at you, his hands shamelessly travelling down your body and stopping on your thighs and gives a small squeeze.

“You’ll definitely be getting more, don’t worry about that.”

“I have a question.” You mumbled and sat up, moving his hair away from his face and he grabbed your hand and kissed the tips. Yoongi nodded, signalling to go ahead and you hesitated before continuing.

“Do I call you daddy or boss?”