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Come Here Little Girl

Word count: 2,366

Warning: SMUT, daddy kink, rough sex, slight bondage

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary/Request: Thank you @thedevilsbestie for your request!

On a hunt, Y/N is surprised to find out in such circumstances, a kink that she has – as is Dean. They try it out when they get back to the motel room.

“I am not doing that. No way!” You shouted through the motel room.
“Come on Y/N this is where he’s going to be and it’s probably our only chance to kill him.” Dean argued. “I have to go too.”
You snorted, “You get to wear clothes though, you don’t have to go in your fucking underwear!”
You had been on this case for the past two weeks trying to find the vampire that was terrorising the city, so of course you wanted to kill the son of a bitch. But the only problem was that he only showed his face once a fortnight at a club downtown. The club looked like your average sort of club from the outside but in reality it was invite only. Not only that but the invites were for men who had girlfriends and partners that would come along only in their underwear (or less) and then, “I don’t even want to think about what sort of stuff happens in that club at night.”

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Heart on the Line (chapter 16)

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You and Bucky had your differences in college, but now you need a place to stay and he needs a roommate, and in order to make ends meet, you two start a phone sex line together.  

“For a Good Time, Call…” AU


author: sugardaddytonystark 
pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
word count: 1214

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Before It’s Too Late (part 2)

Summary: Bucky starts dating a girl from his History of Art class. The only problem: you’re in love with him. College AU.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: feelings and stuff, Nat, Pepper, Peggy and Wanda being assholes

A/N: here’s your part 2! hope you like :) I wanna know who you guys picture Kristen to be (based off the small lil description I wrote about her in this). I really wanna know!!

The date went well. Like really well. Bucky didn’t come home and say how weird she was or how annoying she was - no. He came home saying how perfect she was. How she knew how to keep a conversation going. They went on another date. And then another… and another until he asked her out.

She said yes.

So now it’s been a month and him and Kristen are very happy and you can’t do anything but pretend to be happy because on the inside you want to scream and ugly cry every time you see - even think - of them.

But unfortunately, you still have hope. It’s only been a month, right? Bucky’s not the type to be tied down in a relationship. It won’t last. Right? Sometimes you agree but whenever you see the genuine smile Kristen brings to Bucky’s face, you rethink.

When he told you about him and Kristen dating, you wanted to yell no; say that he was making a mistake because you were right there, in love with him and would give anything in the world to be with him. But you saw the sparkle in his eyes when he said her name and you couldn’t brush off the big smile he had on when he talked about her, so you kept your mouth shut and told him how happy you were for him.

All of your friends immediately asked if you were okay or how you felt about it all but you just smiled and told them you were happy because he was happy. And all you’ve ever wanted was for Bucky to be happy. They didn’t buy it.

You wanted to hate Kristen - you really did. You wanted to hate her because she stole Bucky’s heart. Because that was supposed to be you that he looked at with loving eyes, not her. But you couldn’t hate her, no matter how hard you tried because damn it she was just so perfect.

Kristen was beautiful - she was a goddess. She had thick light brown hair that stopped in the middle of her back and her smile could literally light up the darkest room and her laugh - oh god you hate to admit it but her laugh was pleasant to hear. She was funny as well but kind and had a big heart. Oh, how you wanted to hate her.

And because things are serious between the two, Bucky wants you and Kristen to spend the day together. Ever since they started dating, you refrained yourself from spending time with her for too long. You couldn’t do it. But Bucky wants his best friend and girlfriend - the two most important girls in his life - to get along and you’ve just realized that you can’t say no to Bucky.

So here you are in Peggy’s dorm with Wanda and Natasha, talking about everything.

“You don’t have to do it, Y/N.” Natasha says from her spot on Peggy’s bed where she was cuddling Wanda.

“Yeah, just say you have something important to do.” Wanda adds.

“Or just tell Bucky to fuck off with his ‘I want the two most important girls in my life to get along’ shit.” Peggy mocks Bucky’s voice and you all laugh.

You lick your lips. “No, no, I’m not gonna do that. It’ll crush him. I’m just gonna do it. Hopefully the day will go by fast. I just want Bucky to be happy.” you sigh out.

“And what about your happiness?” Pepper - the girl Tony’s been pining after - spoke up. “I know we’ve only know each other for three years now but Y/N your happiness means just as much as Bucky’s and it’s not fair that you have to suffer in order for him to be happy.”

“Ooo, she’s got a point.” Wanda nods.

“Fuck it up, Potts!” Nat hoots.

You shake your head at your friends.

“But in all seriousness, Y/N, if you want I can knock some sense into Bucky for you.” Peggy says and you smile.

“For an art major who should have a sharp eye when it comes to art certainly can’t see the real masterpiece in front of him.” Pepper adds.

Your smile grows.

“You’re the masterpiece, if you didn’t know.” Natasha spoke with a grin.

“Thanks Nat, I think I got that.”

It went silent for a good minute, you just staring down at your shoes as your smile slowly dissipated. You were thinking too hard again. If Bucky were there he would scold you for it. You could hear him now. “Stop thinking so hard! Your brain is gonna bust outta that pretty little head of yours!”

“Y/N?” Nat’s voice pulled you from your thoughts. When you look up, seeing all their eyes on you, you know that the mood shifted to down right seriousness. “You need to tell him before it’s too late. It’s not good for you to keep it in.”

“I’m fine, Nat. Plus we all know Bucky doesn’t do relationships. This one won’t last.” you respond, trying to convince them but mostly trying to convince yourself.

“Okay but let’s say this one does last. You’re his best friend which means you’ll be spending a lot of time with them. You can’t keep your feelings all bottled up Y/N. It’s not good. You’ll end up hurting yourself.” when you don’t respond she speaks again. “Stop hurting yourself like this.”

You hadn’t noticed the tear that rolled down your face but when you did, you immediately wiped it away and you let out a pained chuckle. “It’s too late anyways. Nothing good will come out of me telling him that I’m in love with him. If I told him, it’s very well possible that I’d lose him as my friend and I’m not risking that.”

“We just don’t like seeing you hurt.” Peggy spoke softly as she placed a comforting hand on your thigh. You smile, putting your hand on top of hers and squeezing it lightly.

“I love you guys, you know that?”

Wanda smiled. “We love you too.”

You push your hair back and let out a sigh before checking the time on your phone. “Oh shit I gotta go, Bucky texted me three times.”

You start gathering your things and head towards the door just as Peggy shouts your name. “Don’t push yourself with this, okay?”

You nod.

“And for the love of cupcakes and all things sweet, please tell Bucky how you feel, before it’s too late.” Natasha adds.

You give her a thin smile. “It’s already too late, remember?”

She doesn’t respond and you pull open the door, being met with Bucky who had his fist in the air, about to knock. Panic sets in. How long was he there for? Did he hear what you said? How much of it did he hear?

“Bucky,” you breathed, slapping a hand against your chest as your heart continued to beat rapidly. “What’re you doing here?”

He puts his fist down. “I texted you like three times and you didn’t answer so I went down to your apartment and no one was there then I figured if you weren’t at home that you must be at Peggy’s so I came here.”

“Jeez Barnes, let the girl live.” Peggy says and the girls snicker.

Bucky ignores her remark and continues. “I thought you were bailing on me and then I was like ‘wait, Y/N would never do that, she’d give me a reason for not being able to show up’ which brings me to my next question; Are you sure you want to do this? Because I know how you are around new people and if you don’t want to do this today we could always reschedule.”

You bite your lip and turn to face your friends who each gave you looks that said ‘stay and let us prevent the heartbreak that is bound to happen’. But you couldn’t do that to Bucky. So, you turn back to him and smile.

“No, sorry, I just lost track of time. Let’s go.”


“So how’s the relationship?” you ask Kristen as the two of you walked around the mall together.

“It’s amazing.” she beamed. “It’s so nice to spend time with you. Bucky never shuts up about you. He always goes on about how amazing you are and how funny you are - that you’re just a joy to be around and now that I’m spending time with you, I can see why he thinks that. You’re truly an amazing person.”

You smile.

Why the fuck does she have to be so nice. She’s making it difficult to hate her.

“Thank you.” you take the compliment like a champ. “And it’s nice to hang out with you too. It’s fun.”

Kristen gives you a warm smile as the two of you continue your journey throughout the mall, stopping now and then to go into some stores.

“You know,” she hummed. “I was hesitant about giving Bucky a chance.”

You snap your head towards her. “Why?”

“Well I had asked around about him and most girls said he was an asshole. That he’d go on dates and not call them the next day - or ever. Some even said he cut all contact after they had sex and I didn’t want to be in that place. So when he first asked me out, I said no. Then he started complimenting me, giving me flowers and all that and I was like ‘maybe they were wrong, maybe I should give him a chance’ and so I did. Best decision of my life.” you smile and she continues. “He’s a sweetheart. I’ve never felt this way with anyone before. Bucky makes me feel completed. It might be a bit too early in our relationship to say this but… I think he’s the one.”

Your eyes widen and she chuckles when she noticed. “I know it sounds super crazy but I truly believe he’s it for me.”

You can feel your eyes water. They really like each other. They’re probably meant to be together and honestly, what did you think was going to happen? That it would be like one of those cliché fanfictions you read in high school where the best friends realize they’ve been in love with each other for a long time and end up together, happily ever after? No. This was real life, not fanfiction. Bucky has never seen you like that and he never will. All you can do is suck it up and hope that that this crush goes away and fast.

“Bucky really does like you.” you say softly. “I can assure you that you have made a good decision, dating him. He’s a good person and a good friend. You’re one lucky girl.”

Kristen smiles bright. “Does this mean you accept me? Because Bucky said he didn’t want to continue our relationship if you didn’t.. like me. Your opinion means a lot to him and I wouldn’t want to continue to date him if you didn’t like me.”

“Frankly, it doesn’t matter what I think.” you respond. “But to kill the suspense, yes I accept you. Welcome to the family.”

Kristen squeals and hugs you tightly, saying ‘thank you’ over and over again. You pat her back until she pulls away. “This means so much to me, honestly! We can go shopping together and you can help me - ooo you can help me get a gift for him, his birthday is coming up and oh! You can-”

She was cut off by your phone ringing. You murmur a ‘sorry’ before pulling it out, eyebrows furrowing when you read Pepper’s name. “I have to take this.”

Kristen nods and you answer the phone, bringing it up to your ear. “Hello?”

“Y/N! Oh thank god you answered. Listen, Wanda decided to take the stairs down instead of the elevator and she fell down them and now she’s in the hospital and I-I - just come, quick!” she spoke quickly, panic laced in her voice.

Your eyes widen. “Pepper, calm down okay? I’ll be there right now. What hospital is she at?”

Kristen gives you a worried look but you don’t notice. Pepper names the hospital and you tell her that you’re on your way before hanging up. “I’m sorry Kristen, my friend is in the hospital and she needs me.”

“Don’t worry! Go! I hope she’s okay.”

You nod and slip your phone into your pocket.

“Do you want a ride to the hospital?”

You remember that you arrived at the mall in Kristen’s car and curse.

“No, that’s alright, I can take the bus. The hospital isn’t far from here anyways.”

“Are you sure? I can-”

“Kristen, I promise it’s okay. I’ve got to go but it was nice hanging out with you.” you give her a smile and she flashes one in return. You say your goodbyes before leaving the mall. As you’re about to walk to the bus station, a car pulls up next to you. Peggy’s car.

“Peggy, what the-” you start but you immediately frown when you see Natasha, Pepper and Wanda - who looked perfectly fine - sitting inside.

“Get in loser.” Peggy says and Wanda opens the back door for you.

“What’s going on? Wanda looks fine.” you say as you got in the car.

“We lied. We came to save you.” Natasha replied.

Peggy drove away from the mall and you shake your head. Your friends were a bunch of assholes.


A/N: Tell me what ya thiinnnkkkkkkk. I know it’s pretty slow rn but stay tuned my friends :) I’ll edit l8ter.

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Jihoon crushing on you !! // scenario

Originally posted by cutiepatoodie

A bullet-point scenario featuring Jihoon/Woozi !!

Request for scenarios and reactions on my page if you want :)


- ok but have you seen the lyrics this boy writes for his songs???

- he’s got love sickness written all over svt’s name with his compositions

- and although some of the songs he has written depict active pursuits for a girl that the guy wants,

- Jihoon isn’t the type to go after someone like that

- you know why?

- BC HE JUST WANTS IT SIMPLE

- ok that was bad I’m sorry

- what I mean is that Jihoon doesn’t want to go out looking for his soulmate in every corner and alley

- neither would he want to get a girl to like him by changing himself a whole lot

- he’s one to support the natural bloom of love

- simply put

- Jihoon just wants a girl who really understands him and can accept him for who he is <3  

- alrighty, scenario time !!

- as an intern at pledis, you’ve been given the opportunity to work with many of the company’s artists

- including seventeen ofc

- and you found getting to know the members pretty easy, as most of them are approachable

- when I say most, I mean everyone but Jihoon lol

- you’d see him around, but you guys would never engage in a conversation longer than an exchange of hellos

- some of the other svt members would tease Jihoon by telling you that he isn’t too good with people since he’s always locked away in his studio producing music

- but you’re not convinced

- well, you know he does spend most of his hours in the studio, but you don’t think he’s bad at socializing

- fr though, how else would he have tolerated living with 12 other boys for the past few years???

- this would make you curious about Jihoon

- “I’m sure you’re more than what people say about you…” you’d constantly think to yourself whenever he walks by

- little did you know that Jihoon is wondering about you too

- something about you was familiar to him

- he’s not sure if it’s your relatively calm nature or the way you look

- but he wants to figure what it is about you that’s so different yet so… natural???

- he’d often hear other members talking about you when you aren’t around

- they like to mention how amazing your taste in music is and how comforting/supportive you are when they feel down or stressed

- the beagle line, booseoksoon, would obviously be the biggest chatterboxes

- their conversations about you might as well be fights over you

- “hey guys, y/n likes this song I was practicing my vocals with today,” Soonyoung smiles widely and tries hard not to squeal

- “hmm, is that so,” Seokmin say, pretending to be unbothered

- “yeah, and she says she wants to hear me sing more often.”

- “I don’t know about you guys but I was dancing in the practice room the other day when y/n walked in and said I’m pretty good. She wants me to teach her a few dances sometime,” Seokmin grins in pride

- “WHAT THE HELL? THAT’S MY JOB,” Soonyoung would yell

- “oH weLL,” Seungkwan clears his throat. “yesterday I was cracking jokes all over the place for her and she was practically dying of laughter.”

- “I’m the jokester around here,” Seokmin points to himself. “What are you talking about?”

- “HEY MAN, do you remember who she laughed at the most when we showed her that clip of us on that variety show?” Soonyoung would ask

- “Me,” all three of them answer in unison

- “BACK OFF ALL OF YOU,” Seungkwan says in response. “We all know that comic relief in this group is my responsibility.” the three then engage in an argument

- “Oh my God, we get it. You all like her,” Jihoon says before retreating back to his studio. He’s had enough of this conversation

- before hearing all these “fights” over you

- he would’ve considered initiating dialogue between you and him

- but because Jihoon’s already pretty convinced the three of them are crushing on you already

- he decides to not get involved and leaves you to them

- besides, he doesn’t think a girl that those three would crush on would be his type

- W R O N G

- one day, you’d be hanging out with beagle line, who has been dying to hear more of your music playlists

- you’ve given them a few song recommendations before, but ofc they wanted moRE

- so your playlist session pretty much turns into a karaoke/dance party in the practice room with three of the loudest boys in pledis

- after all of the fun, the boys make a playlist on their laptop with all the songs you just played for them

- so when you can’t hang out with them, they could just play those songs and think of you awww

- however, the laptop they saved the playlist on just so happens to be one of the laptops the entire group shares

- one of these users is none other than the great Lee Jihoon

- he takes the laptop to his studio one day and magically finds the playlist left on pause from the last time booseoksoon listened to it altogether and cried over you lmao

- and recognizing a few songs on the list, he decides to give it a listen

- he has no idea whose playlist it is

- but he falls in love with it

- it just happens to be the perfect mix of old songs from his predebut days and more modern songs from today

- you defined his music taste perfectly with this very playlist

- so he begins to use it more frequently

- one day, he was blasting the playlist in the practice room when all of a sudden:

- “ah, I’m not surprised… booseoksoon is blasting my playlist once agai-”

- you stop your tracks upon spotting no one else but Jihoon with the laptop, playing your playlist

- Jihoon freezes and lets what you just said sink in

- “Oh, uh… this is your playlist?” he asks anxiously

- “Yeah, it- it is,” you stutter. “Seungkwan, Seokmin, and Soonyoung asked me for it, so they saved it onto that… laptop.”

- “well, it’s… pretty good,” Jihoon compliments awkwardly

- “oh really? I- um, thank you??” a nervous laughter comes out of you

- “yeah, uh, I’m sorry if I’m not supposed to be listening to it. I want to respect your priv-”

- “no no, please. If you like it, feel free to use it whenever,” you wave your hands in defense

- Jihoon stifles a tiny laugh. “okay thank you, y/n.”

- “anytime, Jihoon,” you smile kindly. “This is actually the playlist I use when I work on my assignments. Do you mind if I uh… work here while you play it?” You clarify your point by holding up the unfinished files you have to work on for your internship

- “yeah, of course,” Jihoon keeps his cool. “I was just gonna.. uh…”

- “If you’re working on something privately here, I can leave you alone. It’s no big deal,” you say. The last thing you want to do is bother him

- “Ah no, I was just gonna work on my dancing, that’s all,” he manages to answer without stuttering. Jihoon was honestly ready to break out in nervous laughter, but he held it back. “You can stay, don’t worry.”

- you thank Jihoon and settle into a chair and table to get started on work

- it takes you a little while to realize that Jihoon is actually dancing to songs on your playlist

- you decide to give him a compliment, because goddamn this boy is really good

- “I didn’t think that song was all that danceable, but you managed to make it work.”

- Jihoon smiles. “Oh thanks. A lot of the songs on your playlist are dance songs though. That’s what I like about it.”

- “to be honest, I expected you to be more of a composer than a dancer, but it looks like you can do both pretty well,” you smile

- “oh really,” he accepts the compliment shyly. “I spend more time composing, but dancing definitely relieves a lot of stress for me.”

- “… how about you? What do you like to do?” he asks

- he isn’t sure if he asked that out of a need to beat out the awkward aura or if he was genuinely curious about you

- but he’s glad he did because it definitely brought up a pretty interesting conversation between you and him

- and BAM you’re finally friends with Jihoon !!

- I’m not tryna to exaggerate buuuut

- becoming friends with this genius is absolutely life-changing

- your old, awkward hellos in the hallways turn into full-on conversations and it’s amazinG

- and he has so much knowledge about music and dancing and entertainment and he just loves sharing all of that with you

- hearing and seeing how passionate he is about what he does as an artist is the best part about being a good friend of his

- (he wouldn’t share any of this kind of stuff with people he isn’t close to)

- his hardworking nature is also super inspiring

- but oftentimes, you’ll find him stressing a little too much about his work

- although he does take breaks from time to time, there are days when all he wants to do is work nonstop

- and as a caring friend, you do your best to help Jihoon out in these stressful times

- “c’mon dude, just take a short break to have dinner with the members. You can always come back to composing a little later,” you’d nag him

- “no, I’m fine, really,” he replies, eyes still glued to his composition displayed on the computer screen. “I’m not feeling dinner right now.”

- “that’s what you said at lunchtime when I checked on you,” you complain. “I know you keep snacks in here, but the members probably haven’t seen you since this morning. And real meals will help you recharge better than any of these tiny snacks.”

- “y/n this is due in two days, I can’t just-”

- “Jihoon,” you get his full attention at the mention of his name. “I get it. Due dates are due dates. But you need to think: is working straight and only having half of your energy in writing this song really worth it? Or do you think it’s better to take breaks and make a with a song with all of your energy put into it?”

- you sigh. “It’s all up to you. I’m just giving you suggestions here.”

- although you’re still concerned about your friend, you decide it’s best to leave the composer alone for now. You head over to the practice room to join the other members eat dinner. The guys greet you with a warm welcome

- you also inform the boys that you invited Jihoon over for dinner with them if he wanted to come

- but a few moments after your arrival

- Jihoon steps into the practice room as well

- “HOLY SHIT, JIHOON’S ALIVE?” Soonyoung screams

- the rest of the members rush on over to Jihoon to engulf him in a gigantic group hug

- “was I really out for that long?” the composer laughs

- “UHHM YEAH, JIHOON,” Seungkwan exclaims. “I’m pretty sure I haven’t seen your face in two days.”

- “Seriously,” Seungcheol smiles and ruffles Jihoon’s hair. “It’s about time you took a legitimate break.”

- Seungcheol would then walk over to you. You were admiring the adorable group bonding from afar:

- “Damn, y/n, how did you do it?” he pats your shoulder

- you shrug your shoulder and laugh it off

- because you honestly don’t know how you got Jihoon to get out of his studio

- and now he’s eating a complete dinner???

- the members were very impressed by you

- what kind of potion or sorcery did you use to resurrect Jihoon??1?///?

- a potion for love if you know what I mean ;);)

- nah but really

- if Jihoon is able to do the unlikely because of you

- there must be something special about you that Jihoon likes

- when he gets back to his studio after a refreshing dinner time with you and his members

- Jihoon will just sit there and think

- “hOW THE FUCK DID I EVEN LEAVE MY COMPOSITION FOR TWO HOURS???”

- and everything will lead back to you

- your convincing arguments

- your understanding

- your careful nature with him

- your kindness

- your awfully bright smile

- and all of your conversations that got him so excited

- aw shit don’t tell me I like y/n

- he liKES YOU OMF

- the mere thought of himself liking a girl after a long time just sahdlfjdgshskhagaAHHH

- he definitely wasn’t ready for this

- OKAY IT’S TIME TO DISCUSS JIHOON’S CRUSHING HABITS

- after he realizes he’s got a pretty huge crush on you, Jihoon will most likely change the way he acts around you in a few ways:

- 1. he’ll be 10x more nervous whenever you come over to hang out

- you’ll ask him a simple question like “hey, Jihoon, how are you today?”

- and he’ll have to stutter around when replying:

- “uhhh… go-good I guess?”

- 2. before his crush, he could easily slip you a little compliment here and there. But when he’s crushing, Jihoon would keep all these compliments to himself 

- this is because he’d constantly overthink his compliments

- he doesn’t wanna sound too desperate or flirty. He’ll do anything to make his crush on you not obvious

- so whenever Jihoon would want to compliment you, he’d probably just smile really cutely and say the compliment in his head

- 3. Jihoon would want to be the one to invite you over to hang out, because he needs time to think out your conversations

- the last thing he wants is an awkward time with you

- he’d like everything to flow perfectly so he can feel a little less tense around you

- and whenever you accidentally bump into Jihoon around the company building, oh boy

- he wouldn’t know what to say in these encounters, so you’d have to be the one to start off the conversation

- overall, this guy is just a nervous wreck around you

- and he can’t exactly tell people he’s feeling this attacked every time he sees you because

- Jihoon wouldn’t tell anyone about his crush

- LIKE NO ONE

- okay maybe Seungcheol, but only if he asks Jihoon about you and doesn’t stop until his dongsaeng admits that he likes you:

- “Jihoon, come on. I know you. Just admit it already.”

- “For the last time, Seungcheol, I don’t like y/n like that,” Jihoon would huff. The two are prepping for bed in their shared dorm room

- “Mmm,” the leader thinks for a moment and then grins. “I’m not buying it.”

- Jihoon is irritated. “You’ve asked me so many times already and I’ve always said no. Why can’t you believe me?”

- Seungcheol inhales deeply before looking at Jihoon squarely in the face. “Look, she’s the only person who can successfully pull you out of the studio to rest or do anything other than work.”

- “Even I can’t do that, and I’ve known you for years now.”

- Jihoon stares at his hyung before covering his face with a hand

“Jeez, is it that obvious?”

- At the sound of Jihoon’s response, Seungcheol grins, rises to his feet, and starts an awkward but cute happy dance

- “Okay okay, I get it, Cheol. You win,” Jihoon smiles in embarrassment

- with this new information, Seungcheol would be one to make fun of Jihoon a lot when you’re around

- like you could simply pass by and say hi to Jihoon, and Seungcheol would punch him on the shoulder cutely while squealing

- and it’ll become so frequent to the point that the other members would pick up on it too

- and when booseoksoon finds out, Jihoon is in for another headache

- “whOA, I didn’t know Jihoon likes y/n,” Soonyoung would tease

- “I don’t???” Jihoon lies

- “but every single time y/n comes by, Seungcheol automatically smiles and giggles at you specifically,” Seungkwan would justify

- “then maybe Seungcheol likes her,” Jihoon retaliates

- “naw dude, he isn’t like that,” Seokmin replies. “The leader is just making your crush too obvious.”

- Jihoon won’t know how to come back at that comment

- “… whatever,” he sighs in defeat

- “AEYYYYY-” the trio squeals but Jihoon cuts them:

- “I’m out. Go be loud and dumb somewhere else.”

“WELCOME TO THE CLUB, JIHOON,” the trio shouts

- and since the three beagles hang out with you a lot too

- they’re bound to spill the beans within the first few days of knowing:

- you’d be hanging out with the three of them like usual when the boys suddenly decide to pull out your playlist for another mini practice room party

- the first song that Jihoon danced to on your playlist comes up and you can’t help but mention him out of nowhere

- “guys, did I ever tell you that Jihoon listens to my playlist?”

- “oOhHoH, Jihoon,” Soonyoung wiggles his eyebrows at the other boys

- “uh yeah?? He found it on the laptop we saved it on, and I caught him listening to it. Strange huh,” you smile off to the side at the thought of that day

- “mMhHm, very strange indeed,” Seokmin looks at Seungkwan and Soonyoung and gives them a suspicious look similar to Soonyoung’s

- “yo wtf? What’s going on with all of you?” you’d ask

- “OH NOTHING NOTHING,” Seungkwan would giggle

- you’re not convinced

- “you guys are hiding something. Spill it.”

- the boys would hold their breaths and keep quiet, until…

- “JIHOON LIKES YOU,” Seungkwan would burst and then immediately cover his mouth in regret

- “WhAaAaT??1? ‘JIHOON LIKES FOOD?’ PFF ISN’T THAT ALREADY OBVIOUS?? HAHAHAHHEHAHHA NiCe oNe, Bo0 ” seoksoon scream in an attempt to cover up the accident

- meanwhile, the fact sinks in and you break out into a huge smile. A pink blush spreads across your face, and the boys notice

- “WHOA WAIT,” Seungkwan finally breaks. “YOU LIKE HIM TOO?”

- “… maybe.”

- “are you gonna confess to him?” they all ask

- “hmmm… I don’t know, should I?” *GEULSE JAL MOLLA*

- m e a n w h i l e 

- the mere thought of confessing to you is terrifying to Jihoon

- it would take him a lot of line-rehearsing and sleepless nights before he could tell you how he feels

- but that would take a century

- a lot of times, he’ll come close to having enough guts for it

- but then he’d back out, thinking that the conversation could wait a little longer

- so if anything, you’d have to be the one to ask him if he likes you

- “hey Jihoon, can I ask you something?” you twiddle your fingers atop Jihoon’s desk. The two of you are hanging out in his studio like you usually do

- “yeah, what’s up?”

- he’s busy. Only half of his attention is on the conversation

- “do you… like me?”

- Jihoon freezes. Instead of looking directly at you, he stares at your fidgeting hands

- “who told you that?”

- “I can’t say because you’ll-”

- “who told you that?” he repeats himself

- “I can only tell you who if you promise not to kill that person.”

- Jihoon thinks for a moment. “Fine, just tell me who.”

- you can’t help but laugh as you respond

- “Seungkwan.”

- Jihoon immediately gets up from his seat and starts heading for the studio door

- “OH MY GOD WAIT, JIHOON,” you can’t stop laughing, but you follow him to the door and grab his wrist

- he stops again, and an electric feeling rushes through his body upon sensing your touch

- “Jihoon, you promised me you wouldn’t kill him. Now keep your promise.”

-  He puffs out a breath before turning to you. “I’m sorry y/n, but Seungkwan needs to learn his less-”

- “I like you too,” you interrupt his sentence

- his entire body stills, and it’s as if time decided to take a moment to pause at this very moment

- “if anything, we should be thanking Seungkwan for spitting it all out because, if it weren’t for him, we wouldn’t have known we both like each other.”

- Jihoon thinks, and a smile slowly forms on his lips

- “can I punch him in the face at least?”

- “JIHOON.”

- “alright, but I’ll need something else in return then,” he takes a hold of you with one hand on your arm

- “like what?”

- he finally looks you in the eye 

- you notice his face blushing pink

- “nevermind, I really want to beat him up.”

- “JIHOO-”

- he quickly pecks you on the cheek before leaving the studio to start his manhunt for Seungkwan

- as he runs away from your chasing, he smiles to himself

- Jihoon, you got the girl of your dreams. And it was simple…

Sober Thoughts

Archie Andrews x reader

Request: Hey! Love the work! Wondering if you could do a slightly drunk Archie x reader where Archie hasn’t told reader she likes him and tells reader all about how he loves her, but thinks she’s Betty or Veronica, if you can’t do it, it’s okay! I understand!

A/N: This is a pretty basic imagine that I found in my drafts from a few months ago, so I decided to post it. Enjoy!


I huffed as I pushed past the bodies of sweaty teens dancing on each other, gagging as I witnessed Cheryl and a jock making out near the front door. It’s safe to say that this was not the birthday party we planned for Jughead. I guess we should’ve figured something would go wrong. After all, Jughead hates birthday parties for a reason. I walked around the house, trying to find somewhere quiet to sit, but it seemed almost impossible. The backyard was wild with drunk teens, inside was filled with sweaty dancers, and I don’t even want to think about what’s going on upstairs. I decided that I would go to the kitchen and grab a drink.

I walked through the door and sighed when I realized how quiet it was. I wiped the sweat from my forehead and made my way to the cupboard. I stopped in my tracks as I spotted Joaquin and Kevin making out on the counter.

“I- oh my god, sorry! I just wanted some water! I didn’t mean to interrupt anything.” I muttered quickly, grabbing the water and leaving just as FP walked into the kitchen.

‘Aw, Jug’s dad is here. That’s sweet.’ I thought.

Just as I exited the kitchen, a soaked Archie stomped past me, angrily making his way upstairs. Confused, I walked out to the backyard, hoping to catch the news on what had just happened. Then I heard it.

‘Valerie’

Valerie had thrown her drink on Archie when he tried to talk to her; something about getting back together. I pitied Valerie, remembering how the relationship ended, but in the moment, I pitied Archie more. I pushed past the bodies once again and made my way upstairs. I reached the red-headed boy’s room and sighed. I took a deep breath before knocking.

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Bruises~Soulmate AU (Peter Parker)

A/N: SOOOOOO APPARENTLY I’M WRITING FOR MARVEL NOW?? yep, i am. Except I’ve only really see the Spiderman movies and I think one Iron Man. I actually think I’ve seen more DC than Marvel. I need to watch allllll of them

Summary: Soulmate AU where you feel everything your soulmate does. You realize who your soulmate is after watching Spiderman on the news.

Pairing: Peter x reader

Word Count: 1477

Warnings: Swearing, combat, bruises

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Originally posted by tom-is-bae



Waiting for your soulmate can be boring. Searching for your soulmate can be exhausting. Wondering who they are can be frustrating, but feeling what they feel can be exhilarating. For the first 14 years of my life, I had the normal soulmate experience, I would feel it when they stubbed their toe or got a paper cut. I would see the superhero tattoos that would wash off within a day. It was just like everybody else. Until I turned 15.

A bite. Something had bit my neck. An insect of some sort, but when I went to brush it off, there was nothing there. I could still feel it crawling on my skin, meaning it was probably my soulmate who had been bitten. I felt a hand brush the insect away. My day carried on as normal and I thought nothing of it. It was only a little bite after all. It was the next morning, something was different. While I was changing, I pulled my shirt over my head and the next thing I knew I had ripped it. Damn that was a comfortable shirt. How the hell had a torn a hole in it with my bare hands?

By the time I got to school, I had bent a spoon, broken my door handle and dented my locker. I was so caught up in this new strength that I wasn’t keeping track of the time and when I finally looked, I realized I was going to be late as my class was on the other side of the school. I started sprinting through the hallways and somehow I was going much faster than I expected to be. I reached my classroom on time and barely out of breath, walking in as if nothing had happened. In reality, I was freaking out. What the hell was happening?  Was my soulmate the reason I was experiencing this or was this happening to them because of me?  I couldn’t be sure.

About a month later, I was used to the super strength and had discovered that I could do some pretty cool stuff. Along with being able to run a lot faster, I could backflip really easy, jump higher and lift an incredible amount of weight. I didn’t tell anyone about this of course. The only person I really talked to at school was Michelle, but she was sort of a lone wolf and probably didn’t really consider me a real friend.

One night, I was alone, like usual, watching any random youtube video I could find. That’s when I came across the “Spiderman” videos for the first time. I recognized where this guy was and figured he lived close by, but the thing that caught my eye was what he was doing. He clearly had some sort of super strength and he was doing things like flips and moves that I had figured out I could do. The only difference was he was shooting webs and stopping crime. Meanwhile, I was sitting here on a Friday night, watching youtube. I was shocked. Could my soulmate be playing superhero out in the streets? No, that was ridiculous, I didn’t just find my soulmate on youtube. Besides, this guy can shoot webs, I can’t. At least I don’t think I can. Before I embarrassed myself by trying to see if I could, I closed my laptop and went to find something else to do.

For the next few days, all that people talked about at school was Spiderman and how incredible he was. I heard people complimenting his skills, which made me smile, knowing I could do the same sort of things. Less than a month later, more videos surfaced, this time Spiderman had a suit upgrade and I couldn’t but think he looked amazing. The more and more I watched these videos, the more I thought this guy was soulmate. I still didn’t tell anyone because I knew that if I was wrong, I would feel pretty stupid.

Once again, I was alone one night, flicking through the TV channels. I paused on the news channel where they filming Spiderman chasing a bank robber down the street. This seemed to be the first real criminal he had faced, everything else had been saving people, not fighting them. I watched the man run with Spiderman swinging after him, when finally, the criminal stopped to face the masked hero. They began to fight and I could feel myself start breathing heavily. I couldn’t tell if it was because Spiderman was really my soulmate and was in the middle of intense fight with someone right now, or if it was just nerves. All of a sudden, I felt something hit me hard on my leg while simultaneously watching the red and blue clad boy get hit in the same spot. I fell back onto the couch. Holy shit. My soulmate was a superhero. My soulmate was currently fighting a criminal.

An hour later, I was lying on the couch with ice on my shoulder, my leg up on a pillow and a couple of large band-aids on my arm and ribs. But I didn’t care, because I had just found out who my soulmate was. Kind of.

*Time skip*

The next day at school, everyone was talking about the Spiderman news again. It had been his first real fight, so I could see why. Nobody talked to me about it though. For once I actually felt like talking, so during lunch, I found Michelle. She was sitting at the same table as Peter and Ned, another couple of outcasts. Michelle and I talked and eventually, we were talking with Peter and Ned as well. We had all shifted towards the middle of the table now and I was sitting right across from Peter. At one point, he leaned forwards a bit and I could see the edge of a bruise, a pretty nasty one at that, on his shoulder. In the exact same spot where Spiderman had gotten hurt. Well, that was suspicious, but I couldn’t just go around thinking that anyone with a bruise on their shoulder was my soulmate.

It wasn’t until the next day when I saw Peter limping a bit when I decided to confront him. We weren’t close, so if I was wrong and he thought I was crazy then I wouldn’t really be losing him. Then again, I was still afraid of being thought of as crazy, so I decided to test it first. At lunch, I sat down with the three of them again and in the middle of a conversation, I pinched my side, hard, doing my best not make a face. Peter, however, winced, his hand reaching to same spot I had mine at.

“You okay?” Ned asked.

“Yeah, must be my soulmate.” He guessed. Well, he was right about that.

“Um, Peter, can I talk to you?”

“Sure.”

“Alone.”

“Um, okay?”

I got up and led him into the hallway that was currently empty as everyone was eating lunch.

“What’s up?” He asked once we were alone.

I figured it was best to just ask and get it over with so I took a deep breath. “Are you spiderman?”

His eyes widened. “What?”

“Are you spiderman?” I said slowly.

“Why would you think that?” He asked, a pink tint creeping up his cheeks.

“I think… I think I’m your soulmate.” I smiled.

Peter’s eyes got even wider. “You’re my soulmate?”

“I think so.” I lifted up my arm and pinched it.

“Ow!” Peter exclaimed, putting a hand over his arm.

“Sorry! I was just testing it… again. But I didn’t think I really needed to.” I said, pulling my shirt by the collar to reveal the bruise that Spiderman had earned during the fight.

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry about that, I wasn’t thinking about you when I chased that guy.”

“That’s okay, you were fighting crime. It’s actually really cool.”

“Really?”

“Ya, my soulmate is Spiderman.” I laughed. “The only thing that made me a bit unsure about it being true is the web shooting.”

“Oh, that. I built web shooters and I make the fluid in science class.”

“Ah, that explains it. Wait, you make it in class? Haven’t you ever been caught?”

“No, it’s High school, nobody cares what you do as long you don’t hurt yourself and try to sue them.”

I laughed, he did have a point.

“So you have the same sort of super strength as me?” He asked.

“Yeah, pretty much. I’d also like to know what the hell happened to you.”

“Well, that is a long story. Um, how about I tell you tonight?”

“Are you asking me on a date?”

“I figure since you’re my soulmate, I probably should.”

I laughed again, “I would love to go out with you Peter.”

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re·al·i·za·tion

noun

The moment of sudden clarity when feelings are finally recognized, or are made aware for the first time.


It hit you one random afternoon in the studio, a soft beat filling the silence in the small, dimly lit room as you curled up even more snugly into Yoongi’s blanket on the black leather sofa. His back faced towards you, bits of his blueish black hair sticking out from beneath his black beanie, his head bobbing slightly to the beat as he clicked away on his mouse. From the side, you could see the black mask tucked under his chin with one strap behind each ear, his fair skin strikingly pale due to the contrast with his dark clothing and onyx eyes. He chewed on his bottom lip in concentration, mumbling softly to himself as his other hand fiddled around with the different controls on his sound board. He was in the zone, as per usual, and over the course of the past few months, you’d come to learn very quickly that he did not appreciate being bothered while he was in this state. Just like the very first time you’d met in your composition class.

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The 12 Big Lessons I Took from My Art School Education

The big graduate exhibition at OCAD U just wrapped up this past weekend and, while I have made posts on what I learned my first and second year at OCAD, this one will summarize the major things I learned over the course of getting my degree. Hopefully, this will help someone out who’s going into the Illustration program at OCAD, or any art or design degree anywhere. On with the show, and as always, feel free to PM me if you have any questions or need advice!

1. Just Do it Time. Management.

I think I’ve mentioned this point in almost every single one of my advice posts, and I’ll say it again at the top. Managing your time and schedule is key to getting things done, not “feeling motivated”. Because you will not feel motivated every day, not even close, and it’s not a failure on your part- that’s just life. In my opinion, you need three things: a planner, a place for your to-do list to live, and a place to quickly jot down ideas and notes as they occur to you

Put everything down, every deadline, class, work shift, coffee date, and party, in your planner so you won’t need to exhaust your brain remembering what’s coming up during the week. For a successful to-do list, break down tasks into easy little bites. And by committing to paper every little sketch, quote, whatever comes to mind, you won’t waste energy trying to remember that cool idea you had at 4 am, or last week on the train. I try to look over my sketchbooks once every 3 months to see if there’s anything actionable in those pages.

2. You Can’t Please Everyone. 

No, really, you can’t. This one I learned the hard way, and far too late. I am a people pleaser, and the hardest thing for me to do is have a spine rather than try to pander my illustrations to whichever professor, class, or client I have. I mean, it’s helpful to be receptive to feedback, but there’s a line between that and losing your own voice. Try to please yourself at least as much as others. Keep in mind your big goals, your weaknesses you want to work on, the type of art you want to create. This ensures that every project becomes your project, not just something you have to get done. 

3. Don’t Stop

I like to compare artistic skill with athletic skill. Mostly because it’s the only way I would ever be compared to an athlete hahaha. But really- a star athlete might have been born predisposed to being muscley, but there’s no way they became track stars just by showing up. They put in hours of training, and eat whey smoothies, or whatever active people do I don’t know. Fitbits? …hemp seeds?   ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Likewise, you need to work out your creative muscles or else you won’t be art buff. Whatever works for you- sketch challenges, drawing from life, practicing patterns, experimenting with new media, just keep at the art thing. Even if you hate your style and yourself and feel like giving up and all you can draw are stick people … especially then … keep going.

4. This Graph :

5. Take Notes In Crit

Now this one I learned very late and only started doing this during thesis crit. 

Make two columns. One for positive feedback, one for negative. I realised that by not recording feedback, I was missing out on small mistakes I was repeatedly making, that I could easily avoid if I just…remembered what they were. (For instance, when I’m very stressed out with a drawing, I will often put hands backwards…) 

I also learned what people liked about my work- by recording what positive feedback I was receiving, I was able to tangibly figure out what my strengths were as well, rather than just vaguely thinking “I have to fix xyz but people also said some nice things!”

6. Be Nice

Be nice to your classmates- now I don’t mean baby them. Or even critique sandwich when you have something to say in crit. I mean, like … if a classmate is clearly having a rough time after a crit, maybe be sure to tell them on your way out from class how much you liked xyz part of their piece. Ask a classmate if they want to grab coffee with you on break. Wave and say hi to classmates in the halls, even if they don’t say hi back or don’t seem to want to talk to you. Just, like, things that sometimes we forget to do when we’re having a hard enough time remembering to be kind to ourselves. It can feel pointless when you get nothing back but an odd look 9 times out of 10 but … usually it’s a good idea.

7. Talk to your Profs

Your profs are wells of knowledge, tips, insights, and funny jokes. It is such a waste, if you really like a prof, to not take the time to ask them a quick question during breaks or after class. They’re usually pretty rad people (except when they’re not) even if they’re intimidating and scary and hate your work- they can help!

8. Do Not …

-Be the only person who asks long, convoluted questions in a lecture course in the middle of the class. Ask on your own time during breaks please, we are all inwardly groaning and you are dragging the class on an unrelated spiel.

-Leave your dirty brushes in water, you’ll ruin them.

-Excuse away every negative crit you receive with ‘That was on purpose.’ Even if it was, maybe it wasn’t a good descision…

-Be too hard on yourself.

9. Do …

-Make time for socializing

-Invest in good materials

-Voice your opinions in crit, even if you disagree with a classmate. Especially then, actually, let it be a dialogue!

10. Stretch:

11. Podcasts!

Podcasts and audiobooks are tops for distracting your left brain and staying engaged when you’re working on art! My reccomendations:

Editorial-y: This American Life, 99 Percent Invisible, Radiolab

Story driven: Snap Judgement, Alice Isn’t Dead, Welcome to Nightvale

About the Internet: Reply All, Buzzfeed’s Internet Explorer

Buisness/Time Management-y: Clients from Hell, Cortex, StartUp

“Two Dudes Talking”: Your Dreams My Nightmares, Hello Internet, Nerd Poker

12. You’re Not an Expert and Will Probably Never Feel Like One (at Least Not for Long)

In my opinion, in creative fields like mine/ours, nobody is an “expert”, because there’s always a new technique to try, a new subject to explore, new software, new inspirations. Like, as soon as you feel like you’re pretty good at drawing cows

You go to this obscure art opening on a whim one thursday night and see this genius pull this out of wherever amazing ideas come from and it turns your life upside-down: **

And you’re like “shoot…I didn’t even begin to understand all the ways I could approach drawing cows. I have no idea about anything!” And you feel dumb and small- but don’t! 

Creativity, forcibly, involves creation … and re-creation, and growing, and new stuff. New ideas in your brain, old techniques that you used that you burn up in your head because you realise they’re dumb, new artists who are 4 years younger than you and a million times better. And that’s awesome, because as long as there’s that, your creative output and our field never goes stagnant. Just remember that everyone always has everything more to learn about everything and you won’t feel frustrated yourself.

So that’s It! That’s all of the big advices I have. All the wisdom I’ve gleaned from my four years at OCAD U, broad strokes, are here. As always, my inbox is open so feel free to message me for specific questions or advice, or go to my FAQ. Hugs and kisses to all. Follow me on instagram.

xox

Jen

**Okay so that’s obviously an exxagerated example (and the picasso drawing is a bull, not a cow…) but you get my gist. 

Human: Two

Originally posted by nochujungkookie

One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six 

Pairing: Jungkook x reader [feat: Taehyung, Yoongi, and Namjoon]
Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut. Ability!AU Scifi!AU
Word Count: 2.5k

“what is it like to even be human?”

All Jungkook could remember were the events that was being unfolded right in front of him, everything else being untraceable. Being forced into a war he wasn’t even aware that was happening, being paired up with Taehyung and Yoongi during this ‘war’. They were pushed into this, being forced to kill the unknown enemy, relying on their so called abilities to keep them safe. Many questions were left unanswered, that was until he met you. More questions raised up, more confusion being added, and only a few things being answered. How can you tell the difference between human, and non-human?

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Scott McCall AU (part 4)

Plot: Any permanent mark your soulmate gets, you get. Along with a distinct, unique tattoo that appears after an important moment in your soulmate’s life, however, you have no idea how you get away clean

A/N: Sorry this took a while, I’m thinking this will end soon…but remember, I have 2 other soulmate AUs planned as well. Please enjoy and send me feedback please! I’d really like to know what you guys think about this series since it’s so new to me, also thank you for 5.7k I love you all so much!

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You and Scott hadn’t stopped texting since you met in the dimly lit store. You had told your parents and your mom immediately dragged you to go shopping for your date.

“I don’t really want to wear a dress.” You sighed.

“Honey, you brought only jeans and shorts, at least dress up a little bit. It’s not everyday you get to go on a first date with your soulmate.” She reasoned.

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Be Kind

Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Words:   1171
Requested by Anonymous:  Hi! Can I request either a Jensen or Jared x reader (your choice!) where she their PA on set and they’ve had feelings for each other for a long time, but she’s afraid to move forward because she knows how harsh the fandom can be and she’s scared of getting close to him?

A/N: If you want tagged in anything, just let me know.


         “Good morning, Y/N,” Jensen smiled as soon as you walked onto the set with two cups of coffee and your usual planner to keep track of everything Jensen was supposed to do that day and the coming days.

           “Good morning,” you smiled as well. Being a personal assistant for Jensen Ackles was the best job you could have ever asked for. Not only did he treat you like a normal person, but he treated you like a friend, “I have coffee.”

           “Because you’re amazing,” he said, taking the coffee you offered him.

           “I try,” you grinned, taking a sip of the other coffee.

           “So, what’s on the agenda for the weekend?” Jensen asked as the two of you walked toward where he was going to be filming a scene.

           “You’re actually free this weekend,” you told him.

           “So, that means you’re free?” he asked.

           You nodded, “I guess that’s what it means too.”

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I had a great Saturday at Birmingham Collectormania hanging out with @awesomelesbiansurgeon and @room-2o3, and meeting this special bean:

(no Jemma, holding the mic to your ear does not, in fact, help you hear the questions, but thanks for being so cute.)

Anyway, nothing special here but I’m just writing things down for my own benefit while I still remember something. This post is basically just me rambling for far too long.

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Chris Evans Fic: Hiking and Hypocrisy (Chapter 4)

To give him his due, Chris had strolled silently at your side for the last thirty minutes without complaining. He’d let Dodger off his lead once you were a little ways from the parking lot and he’d found a decent sized stick to throw for Dodger to fetch back again, which he did, time after time. You side glanced at him occasionally as you walked, desperately trying to keep your interest under wraps, and you realised you hadn’t taken in his appearance earlier.

He was actually dressed pretty well in dark grey cargo shorts in a soft but sturdy material and a lighter grey sweat-wicking tshirt. It was high end hiking gear, you could tell from the logos, but he’d managed to choose for comfort and practicality, not just for the brand. His hiking shoes were trainer style, rather than boots, which wasn’t great for ankle support but you figured he’d be okay on this day hike. The paths weren’t difficult to navigate and surfaces were fairly even so it didn’t concern you too much. However, you hoped his socks were sweat-wicking too or those brand new hiking shoes were going to shred his feet. But, you reminded yourself, he was here by choice and any time he got too uncomfortable, he was more than welcome to turn back, obviously.

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a charm of powerful trouble (3/?)

Summary: Killian should have known to keep his flask close when a mad scientist was on the loose. But at least werewolves don’t drink rum, right? (2.7k, rated PG)

A/N: here you go, @cocohook38 :) I’m still not sure if this will be 4 or 5 chapters, but I guess we’ll see once I finish writing (which will hopefully be soon!) I keep getting hit with feelz/ideas, lol. So this chapter has a bit more action and is a bit longer. Thanks everyone for reading and be sure to check out Jules’ AMAZING art!!!

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Bloody hell, would this night never end? Granted, he had no idea what awaited him come sunrise, but Killian had had enough of this cursed form. Rushing in and out of consciousness—though not truly being unconscious, just not in control—was mentally taxing and emotionally draining. It was like being a slave within his own body, however much he no longer recognized it. When the wolf took over, it was like he was just along for the ride, clamoring for command but unable to break rank.

Until he was inevitably jolted into awareness by one thing or another—such as a blast of magic, like Emma’s loving but ultimately failed attempt to change him back, or the taste of blood—and left horrified by what he’d done and by everything around him. Not only had he attacked Emma, but now also Belle and a growing number of unsuspecting forest creatures not used to having such a predator around.

He would say one thing for this form: despite his own mental exhaustion, it seemed to have no limit to the amount of energy it had, zigzagging and turning wherever instinct told him to go and jumping another way when it encountered something frightening—which there was plenty of in the forest, apparently, even more so than the sensory overload he’d experienced in town. Sights and odors popped up with no warning that had him either seeking further or recoiling in disgust.

Eventually, he had no idea where he was. But considering what he’d done so far, he figured being somewhere relatively foreign and desolate was safest until he had the beast under control. There was no way he was fit to be around people at the moment; the animals of the forest weren’t so lucky.

Some time had passed since his last feeding—he hated to phrase it that way, but it was the best word he could think of—so he thought he might be in the clear, at least for tonight. He just wanted to find a warm, dry place to curl up and sleep until dawn. But then the wind changed, carrying the scent of some animal, and he was pulled under again, following his nose and stalking his prey.

The wolf was silent as it crept through the trees, preferring to run on its back legs for added stealth as it hadn’t quite mastered hunting with only three paws.

Killian vainly attempted a warning snarl, but the deer never knew what hit it.


Granny knelt to assess the paw prints left in the rain-wet soil just outside the edge of the trees, and then sniffed the air, looking around until she frowned. “Well, the scent got washed away by the storm, but there are still prints. We’ll have to go off of those.”

“Should we call Mom?” Emma whispered to her dad, not wanting to offend Granny. “She’s a lot better at this than either of us.”

But Granny heard anyway. “Sweetheart, who do you think taught her to track?” She chuckled, but continued. “We could use some light, though, if you’d care to oblige, Savior.” The moon was still covered by storm clouds, so any light from it was intermittent at best and looked to be covered by the dense foliage anyway.

At first, Emma just figured she could use her hands as flashlights—some lumos-type thing—but got a better idea. She knelt in the mud to find a paw print and placed her palm on it. His hands normally were much larger than hers, but it was almost comical how much his paws now dwarfed hers. She closed her eyes and tried to picture light, but all that came to mind was the eerie blue glow of his eyes when she’d last seen his human features.

“Wow,” Belle murmured, and Emma opened her eyes to see. All over the ground, paw prints were illuminated in the same color she’d been remembering. It was actually kind of pretty, the way it seemed to light up the whole forest, but therein lie the problem: the prints went everywhere, with almost no end in sight, though did seem to go in the same general direction. The path crisscrossed itself and ran in circles and odd angles as it wove between the trees and out of sight.

Granny just tutted. “What is it?” Emma asked, worried.

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All My Idols Ch 33: Race For My Heart Pt 1

I’m so sorry I haven’t been updating lately, work has been crazy! I was going to update yesterday but my friends invited me out and it has been awhile so I went, sue me. I finished two more chapters today but I’m not going to post them because the cliff hangers are major so I’ll post them tomorrow so no one panics tonight! You have a good night lovelies!

I’m sorry if this sucks!

“Today we have a very special guest!” The hosts say together. I shake nervously on the edge of the set up, already regretting my decision to do this. “She don’t dance or sing or released any music, or appeared on any dramas, yet she has won the heart of not just the idols but the nation. Today our guest is Princess Charlotte!”

I’m not surprised when FXXK IT came on, the song comforted me as I stunted on to the all white back drop with a little swag in my step. The two men are cheering, grinning ear to ear at the sight of me. I bow deeply once the music stops. “Hello! I’m Charlotte! Please take care of me!”

“Welcome princess Charlotte to our third level basement!” Coni shouts happily. I can’t help but beam at the two men I have been watching for years on my computer screen.

“Thank you for agreeing to have me,” I answer back bashfully.

“How did we manage to be the first variety show you come on?”

“Well lots of my friends recommended different shows but this one has been one of my favorites ever since I started watching Korean shows.”

“Really?” Doni hums, “Why?”

“Because I love how playful you are!”

The two men blush and share a shy look before Coni clears his throat and tries to act professional, “So this is usually where we have the idols talk about their latest album but since you haven’t released one how about you tell us a few things about yourself.”

I awkwardly chuckle as I look at one of the cameras, “Alright, as I said before, I’m Charlie or better known as the princess. I am 23 years old, born and raised in the United States of America. I have been in South Korea for about two years….um…” I look to them for any help on what else to say.

“I think that is enough for now, we will talk more about you when we build your profile. For now, would you be willing to try random dance? We hear you are really good!”

I flush, “I’m terrible!”

“No! We saw your performance with Ikon and you did great! How about if you can make it through without a mistake we will take you to an expensive steak dinner!” Doni offers with a wiggle of his brow.

I grimace but nod, “Okay, I guess I could try, but please only title tracks and the chorus!”

“Can do! Music start!”

“Wait!” I yell.

Everyone freezes and looks at me. I scurry closer to the camera, knowing it looks ridiculous but I feel like this is needed. With a deep breath I bow deeply to the camera, “To all the fans of the groups I’m about to dance to, I apologize for making their amazing dances look terrible, please forgive me!” The whole crew and two hosts, die laughing as I run back to my starting place and beam at them, “Ready!”

“Music start!”

I wait for a moment before Shake it by Sistar comes on. Without hesitation I am twisting my hips to the music dancing along happily to my favorite unnies song. Half way through it switches,  Bang Bang Bang blares, I have my hand guns up ready to go, throwing my arms around like an idiot. The men on the sidelines are laughing uncontrollably.

“I think you would have gotten in trouble if you would have gotten this one wrong,” Doni points out between his laughs.

I nod with a cringe, “They would have murdered me.”

Next is Gee, another song that I actually can do. A few more songs go by and I’m actually impressed with how well I’m doing, that is until Overdose comes on and at that point I’m actually kind of winded and just collapse on the ground. The two men rush forward. “Are you alright?” They panic together.

I chuckle as I sit back on my butt and take a few deep breaths, “I’m okay, EXO oppas I’m sorry but I cannot dance to like any of your songs for the life of me.”

“Lets get you a chair!” Coni waves over to the staff on the edge of the camera, a young woman brings a water bottle while a man brings out a chair, well actually it’s a freaking pink throne. I’m dying of laughter at the sight of it, it’s as all as the usual stools, my feet can’t reach the ground when I sit down but there is a back and arm rests.

“What in the world?” I question.

“We figured the princess would need a throne!” Coni answers dramatically.

Doni chimes in, “Also we heard that you tend to fall a lot and we need that not to happen.”

I nod, “Fair enough.”

They take a few moments to set up and once they have everything settled they two men sit on their stools and do the little intro for the next segment, building my profile. “Now since you are the princess we did something special for you. We had a few idols come together and write out your profile for you!”

I raise my brows at that, “Oh god, that must have been interesting.”

“It really was. So,” Coni pulls a string allowing the banner to roll out. My name is scrawled across the top of the pink banner, a picture of me form last year is faded in the background making me cringe. “They had plenty to say about you and plenty of things to write from everyone else. Lets start off with talents!”

“I have none so I can’t imagine what they wrote,” I scan the banner for the words and chuckle at what I find.

“The ability to make anyone bring her food,” Coni reads, “Is this true?”

I laugh, “Yes it is actually, though I don’t know if that counts as a talent.”

Doni hums, “But really anyone?”

I pause for a moment, “I mean probably anyone I’m close to, especially if I haven’t eaten.”

“Have you eaten breakfast this morning?”

“Nope,” I shake my head.

“Alrighty then our next segment is the food race!” They announce dramatically.

“The what?”

“You are going to text five different idols saying you are hungry and haven’t eaten, if everyone says yes, you get to keep all of the food.”

“If I loose do I get hit with the hammer?” I place both hands on top of my head, worry obvious on my face.

“No, no, no!” They quickly answer to both me and the camera, “We will not be hitting the princess!”

“Okay, who should I message?” One of the staff members brings me my phone.

“Lets see,” Doni hums, “It has to be really important and busy people.”

“Mark from NCT!” Coni suggests.

“I’m not very close to him but we can try, I have his number,” I pull up his contact information and create a message, I make it pretty general, and wait for them to suggest others.

“Zico! Exo’s Kyungsoo. BTS Rap Monster. S.coops Seventeen!”

I add each number as they list people off, writing out what is going on to make sure they aren’t really busy at the moment:

Hi! I’m on the set of Weekly Idol and since I forgot breakfast they asked me to text five people to see who can bring me food first. Don’t worry if you can’t come, I will understand! Hope you are having a wonderful day!

“You are just so cute!” Coni coos.

I blush down at my phone.

“Now that we have that out of the way, next point! You will do a complete attitude change if someone insults or disregards an idol.”

I nod, “I would say that is true, it is pretty drastic, or at least that is what I’ve been told.”

“Lets see, what is a really hot topic at the moment?” The two men think for a moment.

“How about the whole EXO Lay thing? Where do you stand on that?”

Their smiles fade as I imagine mine does too, “That is absolutely ridiculous. Some fan girls have been going nuts saying that he should just leave the group, what in the world is wrong with them? That man is doing such good, hard work over in China, I am so proud of him! It’s not like he has a choice in all of this! I don’t know why these girls are thinking that he actually does? He is sweet man doing what needs to be done! I swear I am going to-“ I pause and take a deep breath before saying, “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”

Coni shrugs, “You are the princess defending her knight, what is there to apologize about?”

We talk about a few more random subjects, I do a few terrible accents and imprecations. We are laughing, having a good time when someone bursts into the studio, “Noona!”

Mark from NCT is awkwardly beaming at me. I hop off my throne and approach the much taller, boy, “You came!”

“I brought you some kimbap! I hope that is okay? It says you do on your online profile,” He asks bashfully.

I chuckle as I nod, “I do! I really love it!”

He grins back at me, “That great! Am I first?” He scans me and the two hosts. “Hello Hyungs,” He greets them just as awkwardly, like a boy meeting his girlfriend’s parents for the first time. In his hand is a paper bag, I’m assuming filled with food. The staff brings out another throne like mine, this one is blue instead of my pretty pink. Mark and I share a confused look.

Coni is quick to explain , “Since Mark is first he will be sitting beside you as your prince!”

Mark flushes completely, “Her prince? No! Everyone is going to try and kill me!”

“Hold on Mark, what are you talking about?” I place a gentle hand on his back.

“Everyone has been talking about it recently, what everyone would do if you got a boyfriend.”

“And?”

“I bless that poor man,” Doni answers. “I’ve heard a few things about that too.”

“There is an online poll on who is going to win your heart,” Coni comes closer and showers me where you can vote. I’m laughing but cringing as I read the totals so far.

“Jiyong oppa is really high up there,” I point out, “ Number two!”

“Who is number one?” Doni creeps into our group to see the screen.

“Do Kyungsoo,” Coni chuckles.

“Yes?”

We all look up to find Kyungsoo standing there with two bags of food in his hands staring at us with his confused wide eyes. I find myself blushing at the idea of so many people picturing me with Kyungsoo, it honestly makes my heart flutter a bit.

“Nothing,” I quickly answer, shoving Coni’s phone into his chest. “Welcome to the party Oppa!”

“Was I not first?” He pouts cutely.

I nod, “You were second, Mark just showed up and claimed the spot as first place not just in the race, but in my heart.” I wrap an arm around the younger, ignoring his blushing.

For a split second Kyungsoo looked ready to murder someone. Maybe that was a bad idea…

To be continued…

Who you guys like her to actually end up with out of everyone she has met so far?

angelface273  asked:

Can I ask why the guidance counselor's assistant wanted to fight you to the point of stalking? This wasn't Recruiter Scott or whatever his name was, was it? Why did you have multiple adult stalkers that's really fucked up btw

You are thinking of a different blog with the stalker recruiter story sorry, I’m like 98% sure it was @ gallusrostromegalus. 

But anyway- the Assistant. It was a brand new job for her and she wanted to do Really Well. There were a couple of guidance counselors at the school, and I’m not sure if she was working for all of them or just my specific guy, but. I was apparently the only transfer student or something that year (10th grade) so she literally latched on to me. It was so weird. Like at first it was just sorta, oh, okay, she just wants to make sure I’m adjusting to the new school well, okay. But then she just…wouldn’t leave me alone? Like she kept showing up outside of my classes to talk to me, and she kept pulling me out of lunch to make me eat with her so we could discuss how stuff was going. But then she’d be like…Molly, you aren’t making any friends! What’s the problem? And I’d be like, you literally keep pulling me out of lunch where I have an entire table full of friends who are wondering where I am! But she never believed me??? Because I was sitting at an all senior table (two of the girls I knew thru theater) and she like. Didn’t believe seniors would be my friends or something?

And she just kept doing stuff like this like…I got into an academic problem at one point because my history teacher forgot to grade an important essay, but before my meeting with him she was on a tangent about how my grades are constantly in peril of failing (they weren’t) and even after the teacher showed up and literally said, “Sorry, this was my mistake, I remember Molly’s essay on Roanoke very well, I can’t believe I forgot to enter the grade” she was like…still acting like it was my fault? Like I acted irresponsibly somehow that made him forget to enter the grade for a paper I turned in and he read? And she did this with all my classes. Like she just kept really over exaggerating how bad I was doing in them (Like, I was only really having any issues in math and science, and none of those issues were Failure Worthy, like, I was still a pretty average student?) She kept trying to call Academic Emergency Meetings™ with like me, my mom and the teachers and every time they’d be like “She’s fine why are we here” it was so weird. 

I think the problem was she probably had a hold of my transcripts- when I switched school’s they made me come in to take an aptitude test or an iq test or something, and I got a REALLY HIGH score on that and the school was all excited and kept telling me about their honors programs, but then they got the transcripts of my grades and were like “oh. Well. Why don’t we start you off in a nice normal class”. And I think she must’ve probably saw that and determined I wasn’t applying myself or something, but the actual problem was just I Was That Unfortunate Kid Who Did Bad On Standardized Tests No Matter What. Like, give me a paper or a report and I’m fine, but tests just never worked out for some reason, it was so annoying. But of course that’s a Ridiculous Excuse, Molly, and I think she must’ve come up with the idea that like if she can make me try harder I’d be an amazing student and she could take all the credit for it? 

So it gets to the point where this woman is following me from class to class, badgering me the whole way about how I must be the laziest student she’s ever seen, and then she keeps pulling me out of lunch to complain even more about how I’m not applying myself or putting myself out there enough and that’s why I can’t find a place to fit in at the school, because obviously the fact some woman was stealing literally ALL of my free time had absolutely nothing to do with that, that’d be ridiculous. This went on the ENTIRE first semester. 

And as I mentioned in the post I referenced this lady in- I had a partially torn Achilles tendon that wasn’t healing properly, so I was really slacking in gym class. Like, I just really need to paint the picture of why I was putting off gym class: I was told to stay off my feet as much as possible. But this was a BIG SCHOOL (the distract blew like all their money on it making it the huge and ridiculous with way too many features and then they were like ‘wow oops suddenly we’re poor’). I had classes all over the school. So even if I didn’t have gym one day, it’d still be enough walking that my ankle would be swollen by the time I got home. And the gym classes were like “run laps for six minutes and then do ridiculous amounts of stretches until the teacher gets bored and then get shoved into a game of soccer or whatever with the most competitive kids in the school”, and then the big ‘final’ grade for the semester was to run the mile in however many minutes. And if I can’t get through gym class without tapping out or heading to the nurse’s office, there’s no way I could have run a mile. So, I kept putting it off. The gym teacher’s still weren’t accepting my story without a doctor’s note, so I just, uh, started getting the stomach bug on days they rescheduled it to. And here’s the thing- like 97% of gym class is just showing up. By all means, I was passing gym class. If I just didn’t run the mile, it wouldn’t have even brought me to a failing grade, it just wouldn’t have been a grade up to the standard’s of this ridiculously fitness obsessed high school (I remember when I told them my 9th grade school didn’t have gym class, they all looked like they were gonna have a stroke from the sheer shock of it). 

So this lady, who is 100% stalking me by this point, to the point where teachers and other students are asking me wtf is going on, I’d walk out and see her and literally feel sick I was getting so annoyed- but she’s loosing her shit about this gym thing. She kept trying to convince me that I was making the biggest mistake of my life by ditching the mile (and like first off, she had no proof I hadn’t been sick, so I was insulted by that), that not running the mile was going to leave a permanent stain on my record, this was totally going to effect my entire academic career, they were going to SUSPEND me if I didn’t run it, and like…I am a shy ass person!!! I couldn’t bring myself to ask anyone for help with this situation because the concept of talking to people was scary!!! Like, my mom new it was a Problem but she figured it was just because I was a new student. I definitely knew what was going on was an issue, but I was like 15 and couldn’t figure out how to stand up for myself and get her to leave me alone. I take ‘being polite’ to the point of a character flaw, sometimes. 

So, one day, after pulling me out of class like five times to tell me I absolutely have to go to this mile run, because it’s the last after-school scheduled one before they like, I don’t know, kill me and sacrifice my body fat to the gods or something, I’m trying to sneak onto the bus because dude. My ankle was visibly throbbing. You could literally SEE it moving it hurt so bad. This woman intercepted me and like practically dragged me to the track- which was, of course: To the front office, out a secret side door, across two parking lots, up five different flights of steps, and down a winding path before we FINALLY get to the track- and I’m trying to like, not be forced into this, like hey teachers, would you just literally look at my leg for a moment- And this woman fucking snaps. Starts going off like, I’m a bitch and an awful student and incapable of making friends, I’m too lazy and I’m never gonna succeed in life, she spent like!!! 10 minutes telling me that I’m the worst person to exist!!! It was so fucking ridiculous. I tried to speak up for myself at that point, which just enraged her more and like, you could tell she was getting ready to physically fight me. Like this woman was literally going to pounce on me, one of the teacher’s made her leave at that point and she just stormed off. So I’m like, Totally Not Crying and can barely walk and just almost got punched by a guidance counselor, but, oh, well, you missed your bus, and in the time it’ll take for your mother to come get you, you might as well just run the mile!!!! 

I was LIMPING by the end of it (and I finished like, 20 minutes after the other students that had to make it up, so I got a bad grade on it ANYWAY). I was then left to my own devices to get back to the front of the school where my mother was to pick me up, and I wasn’t very well acquainted with the outside of the building yet, so after getting turned around more times than I’m proud of I finally get there, literally crawling and Totally Not Crying. 

My mom called my guidance counselor the next day and like- honestly, this poor man. He was this tiny old, Mister Roger’s knock-off who barely spoke above a whisper. My mom literally M U R D E R E D him oh my God the other people in the front office could hear her yelling through his phone. 

I don’t know if the lady got fired or if the school just did a Very Good Job at keeping her away from me, but I never saw her again after that. She was not missed. 

Awkward

Pairings: lisa × reader

Genre: fluff

Words: 1974

Request/Summary: can I request a scenario where the leader is really shy and awkward but Lisa (Blackpink) has a crush on her?



Originally posted by jenniez

A/N: it took me like two months to finally complete a story hey, it’s here! But in all seriousness, I’m sorry for the lack of posts on this blog. School has been kicking my butt and because of that I’ve just honestly been really lazy about getting requests done as well as I just have a lot of work. I’m not too sure when my next scenario will be posted but I’ve already started working on something new so I’m hoping soon! I hope this story kind of makes up for everything, I tried to make it as fluffy as possible.


Lisa Manoban has to be the most annoying person that you have ever met in your entire life.

She was loud, obnoxious, annoying, and talked way too much, which happened to be the exact opposite of you.

You’re quiet and reserved, never bothering to start a conversation with a person unless they tried to talk to you first. You prefered silence over noise and work over play, which was absolutely nothing like Lisa. You were complete polar opposites, and for that reason, you strongly disliked her. Of course, Lisa didn’t know any of this. You’ve never bothered to talk to her, and she’s never bothered to talk to you – until this year.

Lisa had been in some of your classes before, but you don’t think that it’s never been this bad. She was in more than half of your classes which meant that it was going to be practically impossible to escape the orange-haired girl this time around. Maybe if she wasn’t sitting right next to you in your math class, you’d be able to go throughout the entire year without even sparing a glance in her direction, but sadly, she was. Everyday you had to listen to her talk constantly in that weird, annoying cartoon voice that she insisted on doing no matter how many times her friend, Jisoo, threatened to throw her into a ravine. Everyday you had to hear her talk and scream over and over again, and it was already starting to drive you absolutely nuts. You thought that it couldn’t get any worse, until she actually began to talk to you.

You don’t know what triggered the girl to start paying attention to you, but you wished that you could rewind time somehow to change whatever decision you had made that had made her start talking to you.

“Y/N!”

You stop dead in your tracks, and you wonder if you should pretend that you didn’t hear her and to just keep walking, or if you should do the polite thing and talk to her.

You decided to do the not-so-kind thing and kept walking.

“I know you that you can hear me Y/N!”

You sigh and turn around, watching Lisa run towards you.

“Did you know that you walk, like, really fast when you want to? I mean I thought I was chasing down the Flash for a split second there.” Lisa says, dramatically wiping the nonexistent sweat from her forehead.

“Sorry. I have a lot of homework and I just really want to get home and finish it as soon as possible.” That was a lie. You had finished more than half of your work during study hall, but you didn’t need to tell Lisa that.

Lisa frowned, “Homework? How are you even thinking about homework right now? Halloween is this month and you’re thinking about homework? What kind of person are you?” Lisa looks at you in disgust, but then her face softens, “I take that back. Homework is probably the scariest thing in the world, so I’ll forgive you today.”

She’s grinning at you wildly now, one hand placed on her hip as she stares at you.

“Lisa, I don’t mean to sound rude or anything, but-”

“Halloween? It’s funny that you mention that actually. I was just about to ask you about Halloween!” Lisa wraps one arm around your waist and begins to walk with you despite your sounds of protest, “You see, dearest y/n, the other day I had went out with my friends. We were walking and having a perfectly normal day until I saw it…and we aren’t talking about the clown here, I’m talking about it. The Halloween costume. It was on the window of one of those weird seasonal Halloween stores and I just knew that I had to have it. I was going to buy it right then and there but guess what? I had no money! Do you know how much it hurt me when I had to walk away from that costume? It was perfect. But anyway, I haven’t given up hope yet, which is why we’re here today, walking to this Halloween shop instead of your house.” Lisa says, finally finishing her monologue.

You stop and angrily remove her arm from your waist. “Lisa, what the hell? I’m not going to pay for your stupid costume you-“

You’re interrupted by a large fit of giggles coming from Lisa, “Oh my God Y/N, that’s the most I’ve heard you talk since I’ve met you. I should force you to go places with me more often.”

You frown, “Seriously Lisa, what do you want?” 

Lisa arises from her hunched over position and walks towards you again, placing an arm around your waist for the second time today, “Listen, I don’t need you to pay for the costume or anything if you think that’s why I’m bringing you along. Jennie, Chaeyoung, and Jisoo are all busy and I just wanted some company. Is that so bad?”

You try to reply, you really do, but your too busy focusing on the fact that Lisa has her arm wrapped around your waist for the second time today and how surprisingly comfortable it feels.

“I’ll take that as a yes! Let’s go!” Lisa removes her arm from around your waist to grab your hand, and starts running in the direction of the shop.

Today was going to be a long day,


“What about this one?” Lisa says, striking a very awkward pose.

You were sitting outside of the Halloween stores dressing room now, watching as Lisa tried on countless types of costumes. Apparently, much to Lisa’s dismay, the costume that she had seen was long gone now, but she insisted that the two of you stay, which leads you to where you are now.

You shake your head, “Um, no. The last one seemed better.”

Lisa sighs, “Next one it is then!” Lisa turns back around and closes the curtain behind her dramatically.

You roll your eyes and begin to scan the room around you. It wasn’t the greatest Halloween store in the world, but it sure as hell wasn’t bad. It had a variety of masks and costumes littering the store’s walls. Some weren’t scary at all, some had you shivering in fear. You were surprised Lisa even liked halloween. Although you just started talking to her a month ago (against your will) it was no secret that Lalisa Manoban was quite the scaredy cat. 

“What about this one?” Lisa says, exiting the changing room in an entirely different costume.

She was dressed in a pretty flappers costume that complimented her figure perfectly. It was black and shiny, decorated with sequins all over the dress and the pair of matching gloves.

You gulp, “Um, it looks nice.”

Lisa frowns, “Just nice? Really? I guess I’m gonna have to try on another costu-”

“No, wait! It looks great, amazing, actually.” You say, interrupting Lisa.

Lisa’s eyes widen, and she grins, “Really? You’re not just saying that?”

You bite the inside of your cheek and shake your head, “No, I’m not just saying that. It’s definitely the best costume that you’ve tried on so far.”

Lisa grins wider (if that’s even possible) and squeals, “You’re the best!” 

Lisa runs up to you and gives you an awkward hug, before heading back into the dressing rooms.

You sit there in silence, and you try your best to ignore the very sudden and fast beating of your heart.


“Are you okay with this?” Lisa says, referring to the arm that was currently wrapped around your waist for the third time today - not that you were counting, or anything.

After Lisa finally bought her Halloween costume, she offered to walk you home. At first you had rejected her, but Lisa is persistent and insisted that shed walk you home anyway.

The two of you had been walking in comfortable silence, until just now.

“I don’t really care. It’s fine.” You reply, biting onto your lip.

“Come ooooon. You have to have some kind of preference. I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable, yanno? You can be honest with me.”

You exhale loudly, “Really, it’s fine. I don’t care.” 

That was another lie, you didn’t know how to tell her that you probably enjoyed her arm around your waist a little too much, or that you were curious to see how Lisa’s hand fit into your own.

Lisa stares at you, probably a little longer than she should have, and shrugs, “Well, then I’m keeping my arm here.” 

The two of you walk the rest of the way in complete silence, and it’s not too long before you finally reach your destination: home.

Lisa removes her hand from your waist and walks in front of you.

“Thanks for coming with me. I know that the trip was kind of out of the blue.” Lisa smiles, and claps her hands together, “But I should get going. I’m sure you’re probably tired of me by now.” 

“I’m not tired of you.” You say quietly, shoving your hands into your pockets.

Lisa almost doesn’t hear you when you say the words, but she does, and it makes her smile a bit more.

“Are you sure about that? I see the way that you look at me in class, Y/N. You always look like you want to kill me.” Lisa says, laughing slightly.

As much as you hate to admit it, talking to Lisa and spending the day with her made you realize that maybe, just maybe, you’ve been wrong this entire time. Maybe you’ve been confusing love with hate for the past few years. You weren’t too sure, but you did know that after today, you wouldn’t mind talking to Lisa again.

You look down and shrug, “I don’t know. I’m not the greatest at talking to people, Lisa. You should be proud of yourself for even managing to get me outside of my house. My parents probably think that I’ve been murdered or something, I never go out.”

Lisa steps closer to you, dangerously close, and you swear that your heart almost leaps out of your chest, “Well, if you let me, I can change that. I really had fun with you Y/N, really. I think… I think that could can help each other, yanno?”

You keep looking down, continuing to kick around a small pebble with your feet, “Lisa, I-”

The softness of Lisa’s lips cuts you off as they press against your own, leaving you breathless and wanting more. You feel Lisa grab at your hips and pull you closer, resulting in you wrapping your arms around her neck. Lisa kisses you long and hard, until it feels like the world is spinning underneath your feet, and then she finally unwraps herself from you.

Both of you are staring at each other, goofy grins on your faces and heavy pants falling from your lips, until Lisa breaks the silence.

“I’m sorry, I’ve been waiting to do that for years.” She says, a small giggle escaping from her lips.

You bite your lip, trying to conceal your smile, “It’s okay. I think I’ve been waiting for that to happen for a longer time than I had thought.” 

Lisa steps towards you, and presses one final peck onto your lip, “Good.” 

The both of you exchange goodbyes, and Lisa skips home like some kind of love sick school girl, and it has you erupting into fits of quiet laughter.

The two of you were definitely an unlikely pair, but that didn’t seem to bother either of you anymore. Just because the two of you were completely different didn’t mean that things had to be awkward, or dense. The two of you had undeniable crushes on each other, and that’s all that mattered.

LEGION Recap: 1x01

Last spring when I was getting mildly sloshed off cheap French rosés and falling in love with the X-Men, I did not know it was because my compass heart had swung unerringly to the superhero franchise that, in its infinite batshit whimsy, would see fit to produce an eight-episode kaleidoscopic mutant concept piece less than one year later, as if the surrealist inventive fuckery inherent in the X-Men universe had just been waiting for me, DTF.

And then Legion had to wait for me a bit more, as historically I’ve only ever managed to watch one TV show at a time. Why? BECAUSE I DO NOTHING BY HALVES, SON. And presently I am still lost in space with my beloved golden-hearts on Star Trek: Deep Space Nine.

But then I saw a gifset of what looked like Jemaine Clement in a pale suit on some sort of Mylar-draped soundstage, and that was fucking it. I could feel a give in my ribs as I was pulled toward my true north, to Legion, to the show seemingly made out of scraps and spangles fished out of my own head.

So let’s do it. Let’s do two shows at once. Let’s see what my capacity for sustained enthusiasm actually is. Let’s open up all the valves, let’s set fire to tears, LET’S GO.

Legion - Season 1, ‘Chapter 1’

Wooouuuld you like this show to begin with a deeply stylized growing-up montage set to “Happy Jack” by The Who, hyper-slo-mo snapshots all centered in frame, quaint and retro until our boy hits age of onset and begins screaming it into a distorted symmetrical Wes Anderson nightmare? Hohoho, would I.

I WOULD.

Troubled kid grows into troubled man, until his big haunted eyes see no more hope, and he tries to hang himself with an electrical cord, which sparks like synapses (!!! guys) into a sparkling candle on a cupcake — his birthday. Thirty-odd complete revolutions around the sun for David, the last five spent inside this mental institution, which outfits its patients in burnt orange track jackets with yellow stripes, because THE SIXTIES, groovy.

Dan Stevens does a pretty passable American accent, it turns out. His most amazing transformation is still when he left his second chin in Downton Abbey and suddenly looked like his own hot evil twin, but this is good too.

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I’ll Treat You Better Next Time

Originally posted by ukwonder

[A fight with Zico]
Genre: Angst/Romance

*Strap in boys and girls this ones going to be a long one. My longest one shot at 3k. 

Six weeks.

It had been six weeks since you’d actually seen Zico. Normally you’d be understanding he was a very busy man. Rapper, producers, leader and he was in high demand especially these days. He was working on Show Me The Money as well as preparing for Block B’s comeback, but six weeks was just too long to go without actually seeing your boyfriend. It wasn’t as if he was on tour or promoting he was just a few blocks away at the studio that he basically barricaded himself in.

You made sure that you brought food, and clothes and just dropped them off for him. Occasionally you’d get Taewoon to deliver something since you knew he’d have a slightly easier chance of getting to his brother.

Normally it wouldn’t be this bad, you had a life of your own so you understood keeping a healthy distance from one another and that was part of your relationship that worked so well. You worked full time at an office and it was pretty daunting, and having some time to yourself was nice. It allowed you to go and visit your mom, and to spend some time with friends. Dating Zico for three years had gotten you used to his routines and how he got when it was album time. However six weeks started to make you wonder if you were even still in a relationship. He’d call occasionally, skype call here and there, but he hadn’t been home in over a month.

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