i saw you in the park the other day

i honest to god was walking through the parking lot of my college’s chick fil a and i witnessed with my own damn eyes two beautiful women, one in a plain dress and the other in a navy uniform, hold hands and then kiss each other goodbye and it was so cute and as i turned to head back to my dorm i saw these two boys staring at them across the parking lot and i was like “oh no” but then the taller one grabbed the shorter one and kissed him really hard and they looked so embarrassed and i realized that sometimes you just gotta have a little courage yknow

post breakup AUs

because i haven’t seen enough of these around and i am so here for angst:

  • “today was the first family gathering i’ve been to since we broke up and my little cousin that absolutely adored you asked where you were and i had to lock myself in the bathroom and sit in the tub for a half an hour and look through a folder on my phone of pictures i took of you to feel okay again¨ AU
  • ¨i still have your phone number memorized even though i haven’t called you since we split and somehow i remembered it even though i’ve had like six shots of bourbon and hey, i know you’re pissed that you’re here at this dingy club at 3 in the morning to pick my drunk ass up, but you have to admit that’s pretty impressive¨ AU
  • “i’m pretty sure if taylor swift and i were in a competition of who could write the most breakup songs in one night, i’d win by a landslide because i still set two plates out for dinner even though i eat alone and it’s almost pathetic because we’ve been broken up for ages but i’m still not over you” AU
  • “so i know we haven’t talked in like, two years, and that things ended pretty badly between us but what the fuck do you mean you’re engaged to be married¨ AU
  • “yes, i know this is your sweatshirt and that we broke up five months ago but it’s really comfy okay. i totally don’t wear it because like it still smells like you or is the only thing that even remotely feels like home since i moved out. pfft. absolutely not.” AU
  • “look, i know we agreed to be friends and everything but that’s what everyone says when they break up. i can’t take you asking me for advice on how to ask out the new person you’re interested in, okay? it’s killing me” AU
  • “oh hi, totally didn’t expect to see you here at this one hole in the wall coffee shop literally no one in the entire world besides you knows about. what a coincidence.” AU
  • “it´s my [insert family relation here]´s wedding and seeing all these happy couples is killing me and all i can think about is how this was almost us” AU (bonus: “i know that it’s two in the morning and i’m dressed really formally and a little (a lot) bit drunk but i couldn’t stop thinking about you after my grandma asked how you were doing also can i come in it’s freezing out here”)
  • “i still have your sister’s scarf and i know it’s stupid but i’ve been hoping maybe one day you’ll come by and pick it up so we’ll be forced to talk again because i haven’t seen you in months and i’m maybe kinda sorta still in love with you” AU
  • “i know we were never officially together or anything but seeing that picture you posted on [insert social media] with him/her literally felt like you carved my heart out of my chest and stomped on it and i’m not really sure why i’m leaving this voicemail but my pillow still smells like you and i miss your stupid face” AU
  • “we have a lot of mutual friends so we see each other more than two broken up people usually do and i know we’re not really close anymore but you’re wearing that stupid (adorable) hat you always wore when you were upset so tell me what’s wrong because it’s literally killing me to see you look so sad” AU
  • “so like, i know we broke up and stuff but funny story, i haven’t told my family yet and they just assumed you’d be coming with me for [insert family celebration] and i really don’t know how to tell them and i know this is really selfish but i can’t break my great grandma’s heart like that, she’ll probably have a heart attack and– wait what? you’d do that for me? holy shit, i love you… wait–” AU
  • “i found your box of letters underneath my bed last night and because i’m a nosy motherfucker i decided to read them and it turns out they were all addressed to me and the last one was dated the day you moved out and i’m not quite sure why i thought this would be a good idea but here i am, standing on your doorstep, wondering why the fuck we’re not together anymore” AU
  • “well this is really awkward considering the last time we saw each other, i was screaming at you to never talk to me again, but like, my dog recognized you all the way across the park and literally dragged me over here because she misses you so hi” AU

the other day, walking past a park, i saw a toddler wearing an outfit composed of:

  • a winter coat
  • a shark costume

  • sunglasses

do you ever see a baby whose look is so on point it is both inspiring and profoundly humbling

{Special College!AU} Mark Lee
  • major: children’s education 
  • minor: creative writing 
  • sports: was invited to the schools hockey team because he’s good on skates, but turns out mark lee isn’t all that good at contact sports (that and taeyong got so worried about him mark just decided to join badminton club instead)
  • clubs: book review with doyoung - but more than anything he just likes to hear doyoung talk lol, secretly part of a magic the gathering thing but only sometimes,,,,like ,,,,, once a week shh
  • when mark was applying to colleges, a lot of people were telling him to pursue majors he didn’t really like
  • “be pre-med!” “do law!” “business is the only place were there’s real money!”
  • but mark knew what he wanted to do with his life,,,,,he wanted to be a teacher
  • and even though people would always assume his shy, easily embarrassed attitude around others would be hard to overcome if he was like a highschool teacher or something
  • mark knew that he could do it - plus he’d always kind of wanted to be a kindergarten teacher,,,,,kids were always just so much more creative and interesting
  • and one of the things people had told mark since he was pretty young was that he was a natural born role model 
  • from breaking up arguments between kids on his home block, to encouraging his friends to do their best, just being laidback and so easy to talk to - yet still working his hardest
  • so why not put that to use,,,,,,sure it might have been corny to say outloud but mark wants to inspire kids and be someone they can really learn from,,,,
  • even though he’d never admit it aloud because for some reason he’d know someone (johnny) would fake cry and clap about his emotional speech
  • which sOMEone (johnny) does a lot,,,, like mark will go “if anything, we can all agree on pizza for lunch” and johnny will wipe a fake tear and be like “the hero we always needed,,,,”
  • mark sometimes wonders why he’s friends with such dramatic people,,,,,,,,actually a lot of people wonder that
  • because mark is popular, people just see him as this approachable, adorable guy and he totally is
  • which is why taeyong is always sweating over the fact that mark is TOO nice,,,,,he doesn’t want mark to get in any trouble
  • ten is always like taeyong please, mark is a grown man he knows-
  • taeyong: mark - don’t talk to strangers on the internet, mark have you ever heard of catfishing, mark did you know your computer could be HACKED
  • taeil: someone please distract him ,,,, like sicheng spill some coffee or sneeze on him so he’ll stop
  • but mark has known his closest friends for the longest, and he’s got this sense of loyalty that’s seriously unbreakable
  • it’s one of the many things that is so great about him,,,,honestly how can someone be so genuine and nice,,,,,,,
  • mark’s roommate jaehyun sometimes finds mark sitting up at like 2 am - desk lamp on - scribbling notes down
  • and he assumes he’s studying or something,,,but mark also has another goal - he wants to write a kids book
  • although his drawing is sub par,,,,,ideas for the book have always been floating around in his head
  • and even if it’s 2, 3, 4 am he has to get up and write a good one down
  • he never shows them to anyone though,,,,because it’s sort of a secret the only person who knows is another bestfriend of his, haechan, whose still in high school
  • mark would totally pen pal haechan if he went away to college - don’t argue with me on this
  • as a children’s education major,,,,there’s a program that allows mark to TA in an actual school for a bit - only half a semester but it’s something he’s really looked forward too
  • there’s two TA’s per class and mark gets assigned to a first grade homeroom
  • which is where you actually first meet,,,,,
  • you get there super early, afraid you’ll be even a second late and make a bad impression - the anxiety of working under a teacher you don’t know makes you a little sweaty
  • and as you slide down the wall outside classroom 127, catching your breathe because you bet you ran here
  • you look at your phone and sigh,,,,,,,7:05,,,,,you’ve got another 25 minutes
  • it takes you a while to realize,,,,but there’s someone else in the hall with you. 
  • across from your room,,,,sits a boy - he looks vaguely familiar but he seems just as nervous as you are
  • glancing at his watch and tapping his foot, eyes wide with wonder when you finally meet each others glances
  • embarrassingly, he scrambles up to his feet and so do you 
  • “h-hi,,, im mark. im with 127,,,,”
  • he awkwardly stretches his hand out to shake yours and you notice that he avoids direct eye contact again,,,,,,,,it’s kinda cute
  • you introduce yourself back, telling him you’re with 127 too
  • there’s a short pause and then he blurts out “do you think the kids will like us?”
  • out of all the things to be worried about,,,,it’s somehow fitting of mark’s biggest fear to be of his impression left on the kids
  • something about his question makes you feel ,,,,, like there’s something different about mark
  • something almost pure,,,,,,
  • you smile “i hope they do.”
  • at 7:30, you and mark hear the padding of little feet. the excited voices and sounds that could only mean one thing - class 127 is on its way
  • the teacher, a kind looking older women, brightens up when she sees you two
  • quickly, you and mark politely bow and introduce yourselves. she seems so happy to have you two and you mentally high-five yourself in relief
  • you catch mark’s eye and he pretends to wipe a sweat from his forehead which makes you giggle
  • as the kids pile into the room, taking their seats the teacher has you and mark write your names on the board
  • beside yours, you put a smiling face and notice mark pick his chalk back up to add a flower beside his
  • mark goes first, introducing himself by his full name
  • one of the kids shouts “mr. lee!!!” and mark almost turns bright red,,,,,,,,making it hard for you to keep a straight face
  • the introductions go smoothly and the teacher sits you at one table full of kids and mark at another 
  • the day goes by exceptionally well, all the kids seem fond of you - clinging to your hand and feeling comfortable enough to share favorite toys or books with you
  • during recess, one of them was feeling tired and had plopped themselves in your lap - which you were fine with,,,until they almost fell asleep
  • tbh there was only one kid who was a bit rowdy, sometimes too loud and too physical with other kids 
  • but you could see mark had no trouble handling him
  • actually,,,,you were kind of shocked to see how diligently mark had committed himself to helping this kid - even on the first day
  • and when school was over, mark even took the time to wait by the kid till his parents arrived
  • it had only been the first day and you were already growing attached,,,,,,,,,you knew time would fly with the kids
  • but for some reason, as you walked to the bust stop to catch it back to campus,,,,,,you could only think about one of two things; all the cute kids or,,,,,,,
  • mark
  • the first couple of weeks are a piece of cake really, the teacher was so knowledgeable and sweet plus the kids had accepted you that you couldn’t believe this was a college program
  • like you were getting credits for this,,,,, you had even told mark at some point  “this makes me want to be a teacher even more!” 
  • he’d smiled, agreeing and added that if anything - this class was probably the best class you two would ever have
  • at the end of one day, you and mark had stayed back to clean up and when he’d asked if you were taking the bus back you could feel a small flutter in your heart
  • “yeah i am, i wanted to go get some dinner to take home and then go back to the dorms to study.”
  • mark seemed hesitant for a moment, but then you decided it couldn’t hurt to make a first move - “do you want to eat with me and then we’ll catch the bus together?”
  • mark’s shoulders seemed to relax, he agreed and you guys finished tidying up the room before locking up for the teacher
  • “im on a budget for dinner though, i hope you’re not like super against fast food,,,,”
  • you mumbled, walking the streets with mark by your side, backpack slung over one shoulder
  • “that’s ok, i usually don’t eat dinner anyway. i live off ice-cream and bread my friend taeyong hates it,,,” 
  • mark chuckles and you shake your head “you gotta eat, keeping up with kids is hard”
  • mark smiles, following you into the mcdonalds that you find cramped between two cafes
  • you order a burger meal and mark just gets some fries, you frown and he just shrugs “im serious, i don’t really eat dinner”
  • you settle into an empty booth and start eating, for while it’s silent till mark asks you cautiously if you can tell him something
  • you look at him, the fluorescent bright lighting in this place makes it hard not to focus on how cute he is - you can see his smooth his skin is, and how bright and big his eyes are
  • you swallow and snap out of it, “sure, what is it?”
  • mark mentions the rowdy child from your class,,,,,he plays nervously with the edge of his ear and goes “do you think he’s ok,,,,,,,sometimes i notice that he’s pretty thin. im worried about how much attention he’s getting at home.”
  • you maul it over for a bit, leaning back in your seat. it is true,,,he is one of the smaller boys in the class,,,,and sometimes when kids are loud it is a cry for attention,,,,,
  • “maybe,,,,,but we can’t jump to conclusions. i feel like if something was going on the teacher would have already known,,,,”
  • mark’s eyes that had clouded over a bit with seriousness brighten when you say that
  • “i never thought of that, but you’re probably right,,,,,,”
  • you lean over, stealing a french fry from his tray and mark crinkles his nose “hey!”
  • you laugh and tell him that when he gets back to his dorm he better have some actual dinner
  • you and mark part ways on campus,,,you guys still have regular classes on the days when you’re not at the school so you know you won’t see him till you’re back with the first graders
  • for some weird reason,,,,,even though you just saw him,,,,,you kinda already wanna see him again
  • when you finally do - you learn that the class is going to be having a fun outing day to the park on friday
  • you and mark grin at each other, just as happy as the kids are to be getting out of a classroom
  • that following friday,,,,,,,you come in to see a couple of parents in the room with some kids. one of them is the father of the boy mark was worried about
  • mark appears at your side and you can see he’s watching him too,,,,,
  • in reality if something is up, what can you and him - two college students - really do
  • but at the same time,,,you get the feeling that mark won’t let it go,,,,,,
  • you want to say something, but you feel a small hand tug on yours and ask if you’ll take them to the bathroom
  • you look at mark one more time, but with that you have to do your job
  • the park is fun - the kids are all energetic and you’re pretty sure you and mark have played hide and seek 435342 times
  • when finally the boy mark was worried about joins in, running right into mark’s hands 
  • his father is talking to the teacher,,,,,a look of sadness is apparent in his face 
  • and you look over at mark who frowns
  • at some point throughout the day, when the kids have settled down for lunch 
  • mark is seated beside the father and the kid,,,,,,,they’re talking so far away from the group that you can’t hear a thing
  • but when lunch is over, mark rejoins the group while the father lifts up his son and they walk out of the park
  • the teacher tells you two they had an emergency, but your eyes flick over to mark who looks more distraught than ever
  • after a while, the day comes to an end,,,,,you and mark gather all the kids together but the teacher lets you two off early - the parents and her can handle them from here
  • but you and mark don’t leave the park, instead he calls you over and you sit beside him on one of the swings
  • the autumn afternoon is chilly, but mark seems so lost in his thoughts that you hope whatever the father of that kid said,,,,,isn’t too bad
  • “he’s sick.”
  • mark starts off, the dread in his voice makes you feel just as bad 
  • “is it really serious?” you ask, already knowing the answer
  • mark bites his lip, but nods 
  • you drop your head and whisper that that’s horrible,,,,,
  • sitting beside each other,,,,you and mark silently think the same thing - no one so young should suffer
  • but finally, mark gets up as you hear the creak of the swing
  • he doesn’t say where he wants to go, but just asks “will you come with me?”
  • it’s already getting dark when you and mark get out of the subway, you’re in the busier part of the city - the streets crowded with people in stores, restaurants, cafes, and arcades 
  • mark weaves through the crowd easily, but you lose sight of him a couple of times
  • you don’t want to be separated so at some point you reach out and grab his hand 
  • mark looks back,,,,,and you’re scared he’ll let go but instead he only squeezes it tight and keeps going
  • you end up out back of a bustling arcade, there are old claw machines and mark points to one of the toys inside 
  • “he really likes that cartoon, i want to get him something before the program is over,,,”
  • mark looks over at you and scratches his neck,,,,, “do you think that’s a bad idea-”
  • you dig a couple of coins out of your pocket and dump them in the slot with a smile “no. i think it’s great.”
  • neither you or mark has all that great luck,,,,,tbh you both SUCK at this game 
  • but neither of you wants to give up,,,,,you can’t,,,,,,,
  • and finally,,,,,,,you get it - “mark, mark the claw got it mark!!!”
  • he rushes over, putting his hands over yours on the joystick of the game 
  • muttering under his breath,,,you two carefully move the claw together till it’s right over the opening and with a press of a button
  • the toy drops and you and mark break out into celebration
  • you high-five and then before you know it,,,,you wrap your arms around each other 
  • and it’s so nice,,,,,mark is the type that pulls you in close and it’s so,,,,,warm
  • but also short lived because you both push away in embarrassment,,,,
  • you grab the toy to break the awkwardness and turn to mark “mission complete! 
  • mark gets both your bags off the floor, slinging them over his shoulder as you two walk back toward the train
  • when you’re back on campus, mark asks if you’ll keep the toy safe for him till you guys see each other again
  • you agree and think that this should be the right time to say goodnight,,,but for some reason neither of you do
  • “c-can i,,,,,,,,,,do something?”
  • mark stutters,,,,clearing his throat and you look up at him “sure?”
  • he shifts a bit and adds that he needs you to close your eyes for this
  • clutching the toy to your chest you do so,,,,waiting
  • until you feel it, mark’s lips pressed against the side of your cheek
  • he pulls back and when your eyes flutter open you can see the blush on his cheeks
  • “was that for helping you win the toy?”
  • you ask sheepishly and mark nods,,,,but then stops
  • “it’s also because i ,,,,,,,,like you so,,,,”
  • you can’t help the smile that grows on your face when he says that,,,but you hide it behind the toy 
  • “i like you too mark lee,,,,,,,,”
  • like a puppy, his eyes widen and he stares at you for a second before a goofy grin spreads on his face too
  • “o-ok awesome,,,well uh,,,,but um,,, good night for now,,,”
  • you nod “good night mark lee,,,,,,,,”
  • you want to turn around but then you hear mark’s voice
  • “i,,,,want to ask you out on a date,,,but i need to think of a good one-”
  • “this was a good one. i liked this one.”
  • you say, referring to the time spent today. mark grin’s even larger
  • “ok,,,,,well then ill plan another one soon.”
  • you agree and turn to walk toward the dorm,,,,,when you’re at the door you turn to see mark is still there. he waves and you feel your heart flutter again
  • the last week of your program comes fast,,,it’s emotional because you’ve grown to love all the kids and you know mark has too
  • even the teacher gets worked up,,,saying you two are one of her best TA duos,,,,,,, “it’s even cuter that you two like each other!” she adds and you and mark almost melt into puddles of blushes
  • it’s also finally the day mark gives his favorite kid the toy,,,,,,
  • when he does - the look on the boy’s face is something you can only see on christmas
  • he practically tackles mark with a huge hug ,,,, the fact that he’s much smaller saves mark
  • but the scene makes your heart wrench,,,especially when mark promises to come back and visit him and the boy mumbles that he never knows how long he has
  • you and mark both pass the program with flying colors, you both get pictures with the whole class and with all the kids who run about to hug you two and say goodbye
  • and it’s heartfelt,,,but it just reminds you and mark why you chose your majors
  • walking to the bus for the final time, mark takes your hand
  • which kind of surprises you because,,,,he’s never been big on public pda
  • “have i ever told you i wanted to write a children’s book?”
  • mark asks and you gasp because it’s news to you
  • “about what?”
  • “i had a lot of different ideas,,,,but i think ive picked one i really like. i want to write a book about a fearless kid, who can overcome anything.”
  • you stop in front of the bus schedule and you rub mark’s thumb with your own
  • “do you know the main characters name?”
  • mark shows a hint of a smile,,,,, “i do.”
  • the name,,,,,,,,is the same name as the boy from class 127
  • when you get back to campus, mark shows you some of his other ideas and small sketches that he’s done
  • “im no artist,,,but im sure i can find someone to help. jaehyun’s pretty good though he won’t admit it.”
  • you smile,,,,looking through mark’s messy notes and stick figure panels
  • “i think it’ll be great, mr. lee”
  • mark scrunches up his face, playfully poking your arm at the nickname you haven’t forgotten from your first day in the TA program
  • when it comes out that mark is dating you,,,,there are mixed reactions
  • taeyong has 100 questions for you, yuta is devastated that mark is in a cute relationship first, jaehyun is super happy, ten is a little too happy, johnny goes ‘your growing up, son’ with another fake tear, taeil and sicheng congratulate you and haechan sends mark like 30 texts demanding to konw every last detail of how it happened
  • at some point you ask mark how he deals with this,,,chaos
  • but he just whispers “grin and bear it”
  • you guys stay in contact with the 127 teacher, getting updates about this kids along with cute photos and stuff
  • you and mark both ask about updates on the boy,,,,who thankfully isn’t doing any worse. apparently everyday he brings the toy you guys got him with him to class
  • mark turns out to be super low maintenance,,,to a point where people jokingly go “are you dating or just existing next to each other?”
  • which isn’t ,,,, like a bad thing
  • you and mark just don’t like to flaunt it with pda, couple items, instagrams full of each others faces
  • honestly you two keep it comfortable and simple,,,,
  • your dates are classics like the movie theater, picnics, walks through the city, even just sitting in the library together typing away on your computers or listening to headphones is enough
  • because what attracts you to mark is his work ethic,,,,and who he is as a person and what he’s passionate about
  • so you don’t need much,,,you’re just happy being able to support him and see him grow as this amazing person
  • and mark feels the same way about you
  • even though he gets cherry red whenever you give compliments or cheers of support,,,,,in his own way he gives you those too
  • and so what if doyoung is like “mark, take them somewhere exciting. i heard they’re opening a haunted house downtown in time for halloween~~~!!!” 
  • you and mark would rather chill in his dorm, eating ice-cream out the carton playing video games than getting high blood pressure at a haunted house
  • (except you totally both go and mark lee gets so scared that when he comes out of there you’re like ‘mark, look some white hairs’ and he’s like honestly i love you but this isn’t funny we almost dIED)
  • haechan actually really takes a liking to you, because you both - in very loving ways - known how to tease mark lee
  • although pda isn’t mark’s thing he does like it when you rest your head on his shoulder
  • you could just be tired in study hall, wearing a sweatshirt and pajama bottoms - curled up at his side or you could be falling asleep on the bus ride home,,,,,,having you close like that makes mark happy 
  • because he knows you’re safe - and that’s the only thing that matters 
  • actually,,,,even though couple items make mark cringe a bit, he’d still probably buy you matching hats because when does mark like not wear hats
  • he’d be like “im going to convince you that hats are the best” and you’ll be like “but hats don’t look good on m-”
  • mark: “hats make anyone cute, and you’re already cute, they make you double cute ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, don’t tell anyone i just said that”
  • if mark is eating bread again and taeyong comes around, you always hide it for him and you and mark just smile like angels up at him
  • and taeyong knOWS something fishy is up but you two are sooooo darn adorable
  • but also you text mark to eat dinner until he sends you photo-proof he did
  • “if you write a book and they turn it into like a cute cartoon movie - i want to voice a character”
  • “i,,,,haven’t even written the book yet,,,,”
  • “mark lee - i know you’re capable of it and you will do it. just promise me i can voice someone.”
  • when no ones around mark will kiss you, but it’s always fast and just a little peck
  • and you have to pull him back in by the collar or something because c’mon no one is watching,,,,,
  • the amount of times you’ve done something cute like peck his nose and mark has hid himself behind a book is uncountable 
  • face masks with mark while you’re quizzing each other for tests
  • jaehyun told you mark sleep talks and once said he’d like to marry you 
  • and you were like oh and mark was like “jeffery, i will ship you to canada where the moose will get you”
  • ^the most threatening thing mark lee has ever said. probably
  • you both like cold weather,,,,and tbh am i saying hot-chocolate dates in cozy sweaters ,,,,,,,, hell yES
  • i think mark tries to hide it,, but he’s just as excited about holiday’s as little kids are hehe
  • you have this habit that if you’re talking about something and mark scrunches his nose, you scrunch yours 
  • and he’s like hey!!! that’s my signature face and you’re like you gotta kiss me to get it back!!
  • (he does kiss you ,,,, after pulling up his hood to hide you two like pleASE mark lee,,,)
  • sometimes, you and him volunteer together instead of going on dates and johnny is like that’s wild,,,,yall are like mr and mrs obama and mark is like that makes no sense and johnny is just like i love my giving children
  • you and mark looking at each other like what is happening
  • skyping mark’s family and everyone keeps wanting to talk to you and mark is like hi hello im here it’s me your son - ok fine i get it my s/o is cuter than me,,,
  • cuddling!!!! is super rare but also super amazing!!!! and mark is embarrassed for the first 5 minutes but then it’s just holding you close, lazily looking at you scroll through your phone and then mumbling “i love you,,,” into your hair
  • mark secretly tries to get better at claw machines to impress you on dates to the arcade 
  • totally tries to be subtle,,,,but you can see from the corner of your eye that he’s staring when you’re just reading or fixing a strand of your hair
  • tbh mark lee has major heart eyes for you,,,,,,,,,as described by ten
  • mark actually teaches you to do more chores and you’re like babe,,,,whY and he’s like a messy dorm is horrible we’re basically living in small closets
  • he’s the kind of boyfriend that just makes you a better person,,,,it’s really refreshing 
  • you guys have inside jokes and sometimes it’s hard to hide so you have to bury your face in mark’s arm or something to not laugh out loud and sometimes he has to bury his face in your hair
  • “haechan wants us to take more photos together”
  • “ok, let’s take one!”
  • “ok come over he- why are you wearing my maple leaf sweater”
  • “to show support for my boyfriend :-)”
  • mark keeps finding little notes in his bags and books from you, reminding him that you love him and he keeps them all in a small tin jar
  • sometimes he doesn’t know how you’re so cute - it seems impossible
  • holding hands under the table when you and all of nct is out for lunch???? yes
  • (does doyoung catch you, but just wink and pretend he didn’t much to mark’s utter embarrassment- also yes)

tentaeil | johnny | doyoung | jaehyun | taeyong | yuta | bangtan | vixx | monsta x | got7 + kard + amber | seventeen |

The Boss’s Cold Heart (M) | Chapter 1

Originally posted by sugamysavagebaby

Pairing: Jimin x reader
Genre: angst, smut
Word count: 5.5k
Description: You worked for Park Jimin and his cold heart but it turned hot once you proofed him that you actually were a good employee.

Chapters: One | Two | Three | Four  | Five

Notes: This will be a series with a few chapters. Next chapter will follow soon. Hope you enjoy reading! And if there are any mistakes or if it’s not good, then please tell me. I’ll be glad! 


„What? A meeting with Park Jimin?“ you stuttered and you could barely breathe.

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BTS Reaction: Their S/O has a hickey and is wearing a choker to hide it

To the anon who requested this: I wasn’t quite sure what you wanted me to write about with the “choker” so I assumed you meant their s/o was wearing it to hide the hickey. :) 

Please enjoy everyone! 

Kim Seokjin:

“What’s this?” Jin tucked your hair behind your ears, getting a better look at your black choker. He hooked his finger around the fabric and pulled it down, revealing the love bites he gave to you last night. “Oh jagiya…” he mumbled, lips smirking. “Maybe I should give you a few more.”

Min Yoongi:

“Yoongi!” you gasped his name when you felt his hands wrap around your waist, his face nestling into your neck. 

“You know Y/n…” he whispered, kissing your jawline, sending small jolts of pleasure throughout your body. “That thin thing around your neck isn’t going to help hide anything.”

Jung Hoseok: 

“Why are you wearing that, jagi?” Hoseok asked when he saw you walk into the room wearing a thick, rosy pearl seeded choker. 

“Because of you, Hobi!” you pulled down the choker and he laughed once he saw the marks he left. He walked towards you, pulling you into a hug, hands running curiously over your body.

“Really?” he playfully whispered into your ear, your body warm from his touch. “I think I like how it looks on you, jagi.“

Kim Namjoon:

“You think that a choker is going to cover anything up?” Namjoon traced his finger slowly down your neck.

“M-maybe,” you let out a small moan, biting your lips. 

“Well it doesn’t matter anyway, baby girl,” he lightly gripped your jaw and brushed his lips against yours. “I’ll be making sure everyone can see how good you look all marked up, with or without that flimsy thing.” 

Park Jimin:

“Y/n!” he smiled when he saw you wearing the velvety dark blue choker he bought you the other day. “I knew that color would match you.” 

You nodded your head in agreement- you didn’t accessorize as much as Jimin but you had to admit, he was good at picking stuff out.

“Maybe I should let you kiss my neck more often so I’d have an excuse to buy more,” you joked, admiring how well it matched your skin tone. 

“Mmm jagi,” his contemplated your idea, eyes filled with curiosity. “…that’s not such a bad idea.”

Kim Taehyung:

“You look good, baby,” his fingers pulled your choker over your jaw, “Open,” he commanded. 

You did as he asked, and as parted your mouth, he placed the choker between your lips, slightly gagging you.

  “Too bad it won’t be thick enough to cover up all of them,” he breathed against your neck placing devilish kisses against your burning skin. 

Jeon Jungkook:

“Sorry y/n,” Jungkook apologized when he saw you wearing the choker, trying to cover the hickeys up. 

“That’s okay, babe,” you replied, taking a sip of water, a droplet running down the corner of your lips and slowly down your neck, framed beautifully with the choker.

“Jagiya,” he spoke, tongue running over his lips. “On second thought,” he pulled you down onto his lap and began kissing you softly. ‘I think this thing suits your beautiful neck just perfectly.”

[Miraculous Ladybug]: A Full Commitment’s What I’m Thinking Of

idk man, i haven’t written the lovesquare in a while, and for some reason i wanted come crack-ish MiracuClass antics, so sue me

Link to Archive of Our Own: [AO3]

Title: A Full Commitment’s What I’m Thinking Of

Summary: Sometimes, when you’re friends are so obviously in love and they’re taking forever to get with the program, it’s time to take matters into your own hands. 

In which Alya takes matchmaking to a whole new level, Nino tries to be the voice of reason, the entire class is incapable of keeping a secret, and Marinette and Adrien just try to have a decent picnic


A Full Commitment’s What I’m Thinking Of


“A class picnic?”

Alya nodded as she scribbled a time and a location on the back of Marinette’s hand. “Yup. I figured it’d be fun. School year’s ending, the weather is beautiful, and exams are just about wrapped up. Thought it’d be a cool casual thing.”

“You didn’t tell me you were planning this,” Marinette said. “I could’ve helped you!”

“Oh, don’t even worried about it, girlie,” Alya assured. “You’ve been so busy with class rep stuff lately I just went and asked Nino for help. Worked out just fine, too. He’s been helping me handle music and food.”

Marinette smiled. “This is so sweet! I can’t believe you did all this for everyone. Is everyone else coming?”

“Oh yeah,” Alya insisted. “Everyone in class. Even Adrien.”

Alya expected some blushing and stammering, but Marinette merely blinked at her. “Adrien’s going to be there?”

“Of course! He was super excited when he found out you were coming.”

Marinette lifted both of her brows in surprise. “He was?”

Alya patted Marinette on the shoulder. “I would never lie to you. So yeah, you should definitely come. After school today, don’t forget.”

“Ok cool!” Marinette nodded. “Do you wanna walk over together with Nino and — ”

NO!” Alya shouted, hands darting out to grab Marinette’s shoulders. Marinette jumped in shock and leaned away from Alya’s frantic looking expression. Alya bit her lip and sighed out through her nose. “I-I mean….nah, i-it’s fine. I have to help Nino with….something after school anyway. Uh….I’ll meet you there a little afterwards.”

“Um…okay,” Marinette said. “You sure you and Nino don’t need any — ”

“Nope! No help!” Alya insisted, spinning Marinette around and marching her over to the locker room. “You just get your books together and meet us at the park. It’ll be a blast.”

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Sweet Foreign Sugar’s Guide to Freestyling: Segment 1

Part 1. Why Freestyle?

I see people on Tumblr complain all the time about how sugar sites are full of splenda, salt daddies and worse. Women are tired of being jerked around, lied to and threatened by these online creeps.

So what is a SB to do? Freestyle. Freestyling is basically the act of seeking out a sugar daddy offline, the good old fashioned way. I have found, and most everyone I have ever talked to about the topic has found, that you find much higher quality men via freestyling but yes, it is more labor intensive, and it has its drawbacks. But, like anything, you get what you put in. Although the initial input is much higher with freestyling, the rewards can be much higher.

Part 2. Freestyle Anywhere, Freestyle Everywhere

In my personal opinion, if you’re a SB really trying to become a pro, you need to always be on your toes and be on your game. Your life is a long series of freestyling events. I think when girls on here generally talk about going freestyling, especially in a group, they mean go out on the town (to bars, clubs, lounges etc.) and while those are all viable options of places to meet POTs, those aren’t the only places. You can meet POTs anywhere, from restaurants, to charity events, to the dry cleaners, to the grocery store.

This also brings me to my next point. It pays to be nice to everyone. You never know who is going to be a good networking connection later on. Sure, the older woman at the country club talking about her grandkids is kind of dull, but maybe she’ll introduce you to someone who could be a POT. Any sort of restaurant or bar staff are great to be friend, you never know what kind of gossip they’ll have on people who come in frequently. Maybe the guy grabbing almond milk next to you looks pretty average, but for all you know he’s a tech millionaire who dresses down while running errands. You just don’t know. So, my best advice: be nice and be friendly to everyone.

Part 3. Freestyle Location Ideas

I know I just got done saying that anywhere can be a freestyle location, and anywhere can, but I think we’re all smart enough to know that there are locations where you’re more likely to run into someone who could become a POT. I’m just going to create a list here; I’ll try to be as thorough as I can but feel free to add to this.

  • Lounges, Bars, Etc.
  • Upscale Restaurants
  • Lunch locations popular with local professionals (for example, in NYC, lunch locations in FiDi popular with Wall Street patrons)
  • Art Galleries
  • Art Auctions (and really any sort of high end auction)
  • Country Clubs (*This may present a large upfront cost to you)
  • Golf Clubs
  • Through Rich Friends**(see below)
  • Charity Events
  • Spas
  • Sporting Events (especially regarding big stadium events, where somebody is seating can give you a clue as to their disposable income)
  • *Also, just thought of this as a possibility: Sporting Events at Ivy League or comparable Unis here in the US and abroad; I went to an ‘upscale’ Uni and I meet a lot of wealthy people at Alum events, so if you aren’t an alum of an ‘upscale’ Uni then perhaps you could meet Alum at a sporting event or some other event

**I want to expand on this one a little bit. I have friend who are successful SBs who will be wing-women and help me along. Then I have friends who don’t know I’m a SB, and I don’t want them to know. When you’re introduced to a man via a friend who you don’t want to know that you’re a SB, tread lightly. If you lose a POT (or a SD) you don’t want to also lose a friend (and all of their networking connections!).

Part 4. Yes Looks Are Important

Whenever you are trying to make a good impression, and while you’re sugaring you should certainly be trying to make a good impression, you should strive to look good. This means different things for different venues. It is very important that you dress appropriately. A mini skirt and crop top are not appropriate for many venues; a “Sunday’s Best” church dress is also not appropriate for many venues. If you look like you fit in, people won’t be as suspicious of you. If you come to the country club in a micro mini, you may as well hold up a flashing sign that says “I AM A GOLDDIGGER”.

Dress well. Dress Appropriately. And stand out..just not too much. You want to try to be the most gorgeous woman/most handsome man in the room, but keep your look within the boundaries of the venue, event, time, location, etc. Look good, but look like you fit in.

Part 5. How to Talk to People

Ok this is really difficult for me to write. I really don’t know how to teach you in a post how to talk to people, but I get asked about it frequently enough that I need to address it. Every situation is different, every person is different etc.

I’m happy to give tips, tricks and pointers but the best thing you can do is practice. I wrote in a post a while back that if you’re going to be in any job that requires a lot of human interaction, and you aren’t completely comfortable talking to people, then you need to practice. Go to the grocery store and start striking up conversations with people in line. Go into these practice conversations with a goal: you want to learn 3 things about this random stranger by the end of your conversation. It will feel weird at first, but the more you do it the better you’ll be at it, and more importantly, the less nerve wracking it will be.

I think the hardest part about talking to someone is the introduction. There are settings where you really won’t be left with any other choice other than to walk up to somebody, shake their hand and tell them your name. When doing this remember to approach from the front, establish eye contact, speak clearly and give a firm handshake. And remember, listen to their name. Sometimes we’re so in our own heads that we don’t actually listen to the other person then we forget their name. It bothers people when you forget their name, so make a point to try to remember it. The more details you learn about them the easier it will be; remembering “Sally” is hard, but remembering “Sally” who is from Michigan, loves baseball and vanilla ice cream is a little easier.

Although that is one common way to make an introduction, you can’t just walk up to random strangers and shake their hand. I mean you can, if you want them to be really surprised and not want to talk to you any further. So, how then do you start the conversation? Well, as a general rule, I like to start one of two ways: either being funny, or by complimenting them. I picked up the latter method after working as a nanny to this woman who could charm anyone; I asked her for her secret and she said she always starts with a compliment. First, it often catches people off guard, and second, most everyone loves to be complimented. It’s flattering. I use this more on women than I do on men because when I use this on men I run the risk of laying it on too thick. But either way, this is one trick to make sure a conversation starts off on the right foot.

My own go to method, though, is to be funny. This, like complimenting, does not have a 100% success rate but it’s high enough that I keep using it. This has a lot of risks involved. You might offend someone. You might not be that funny, or have a sense of humor other people don’t like. You might meet someone with no sense of humor, or they’re having a bad day and don’t want to laugh. You don’t have to be a comedian to be a good SB, this is just what I personally use.

And sometimes I use humor in a way I know is especially risky. For instance, the other day I was parking my car and parked it backwards so my trunk would be closer to the elevator. My neighbor, who was also in the parking garage, saw it and when I stepped out of the car he told me I did a good job parking it. I could have said thank you, and moved on. Instead, I said, “Were you expecting me to crash it just because I’m a woman?” He was completely taken aback and caught off guard, and I knew he’d probably respond in one of two ways: think I was a bitch and not talk to me anymore, or, be suddenly very intrigued by his cheeky neighbor. He reacted the latter way; sometimes men like to be verbally spanked.

There are a lot of ways to use humor though. If you aren’t a cheeky person, don’t use cheeky humor. Find a method that reflects who you are. And in general, no matter which way you choose to introduce yourself to people, there is the risk it will be unsuccessful. That’s why, and this applies to all parts of sugaring, I say to cast a wide net, and not put all of your eggs in one basket. You’re going to fail sometimes, you’re going to be rejected sometimes, it’s just a fact of life, and the better you get at dusting yourself off after it happens the better off you will be.

Bottom line, don’t be afraid to be friendly, put yourself out there and start up a conversation with someone.

Now, once you make it past the introduction, it’s key that you keep it going. Be friendly. Be interesting. Don’t talk about depressing things or be a downer in any way, shape or form. And do not overshare, that’s so uncomfortable when people do that. Be warm. Be genuine. Ask questions. Don’t just talk about yourself. Listen to the other person.

If this is someone you think could be a POT, ask questions that will help you gauge if they could be a POT. Ask about their job, do they like to travel, etc. Be somebody who knows a lot about different topics so that you can keep up an intelligent conversation with somebody. If you’re talking to a guy who works in hedge funds, it’s going to be a lot sexier to him if you at least know what a hedge fund is versus if you giggle and say, “Wow you must be so smart. All of that economics stuff goes right over my head.” Don’t play dumb, be intelligent and well rounded.

Also, as far as how you talk: speak clearly, don’t mumble, don’t shout, and if you like to use your hands to talk, use them but don’t be so wild with them you become a spectacle. Nonverbal communication is great when used appropriately. Smile, nod your head, show you’re listening.

This is all I have for this segment. I’m breaking up this guide into 2 or 3 segments (we’ll see) because it was getting too lengthy for one post. So I’ll post the other sections at some point this week!

anonymous asked:

Hey. I'm having a bit of a panic attack right now, if you could provide something short about Prince comforting Anx, I would be everlastingly grateful.

*Oh anon I’m so sorry, I really hope it passes quickly*

Prince often thought of Anxiety. He thought of him on purpose, and he thought of him on accident.

He would think about what the other was doing, or where he was. He often would get distracted because he caught sight of something that made him think of his lover.

Even before they were together, Prince realized one day, he thought of Anxiety very often.

Anxiety was counted among the many blessings in Prince’s life.

Even now, when Prince was holding the quivering other in his arms, did Prince feel this way.

He cared for Anxiety, no matter what.

“Today I saw a crow,” Prince whispered, “Did you know they’re actually really intelligent? He reminded me of you,” Prince kept talking about the crow in the park, attempting to distract Anxiety from his mental pain.

“This crow was flying all over the park, back and forth, back and forth, for well over two hours. I couldn’t figure out what it was he was doing.” Anxiety remained with his face buried, but his shivering had subsided, “Finally, I got up to follow him. When he came back across the park, I ran with him to the other side.” Prince chuckled, “He was very intelligent.”

“The crow was cleaning up litter that had been washed up by the river. Piece by tiny piece, the crow was picking it up with his beak, flying across the park to dump it in the trash, and coming back to do it again.”

“When it saw me, it stopped with a lit cigarette butt in it’s mouth,” He laughed, “I’ll have to show you the picture sometime. When I slowly bent down and began picking up some trash, it watched for a little while longer before accepting my help. Together, we cleaned the riverside. All afternoon, we worked and worked and worked. Until finally, it was done.”

“The rocks were clean of bags and cigarettes, and food, and all things that don’t belong. It was so beautiful.”

“Then, the crow flew off into the tree, where I noticed a nest sat alone in forked branches, two young crows peaking out.”

“Why does it remind you of me?” Anxiety whispered.

“Because,” Prince shifted so Anxiety sat properly in his lap, “Most people only see crows as they are and what they’re told of them- “Like the man who sat in Prince’s lap “-I got to see a whole nother side.” Exactly like Anxiety.

“…Thank you, Prince.”

Light | BadBoyJimin! x Reader

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Word Count: 1,735

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut (Just hearing sounds etc)

Summary: He’s always been like this. Addicted to drugs and alcohol, constantly getting into fights. He’s down a dark road and the only light that still shines is you.

A/N: I would like to apologies, this is the first time I’ve ever had a request from someone (and one other) and I stupidly answered privately so I couldn’t see the message anymore. I completely forgot to look at who requested and I deeply apologies for my stupidity.

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Originally posted by jiminandjams

You remember when you first saw him, Park Jimin. It was your first day at university, when you accidentally bumped into him on your way to your dorm, which just so happened to be next to his. His appearance alone scared you, yet at the same time, you had become interested. The cliché bad boy look. Tight ripped black jeans, plane white t-shirt and a leather jacket covering his broad shoulders. With cigarette in hand, he sneered at you, before roughly bumping your shoulder as he walked passed to go to his room. From that day on, you were in love.

You never spoke to him, all you did was admire him from afar as he would talk with his friends and chat up a random girl in the corridor. It hurt… A lot. Seeing him with another girl, meant he had no interest in you, and he probably never would. You were shadow to him, an insect he could squish in between his fingers, that’s how unimportant you were to him.

You buried your head further into your pillow trying to drown out the loud moans from Jimin and his lady friend next door. This had been going on for what seemed like hours, and it was the last straw. Furiously getting out of bed you stormed out of your dorm and thumped on his door loudly. Silence had finally came to his dorm, but it soon faded when you heard loud footsteps come closer to the door, and when it was opened your jaw dropped. Jimin stood before you, in nothing but his boxers, sweat dripping down his forehead and toned stomach, hair pushed back, as he ran his hand through it.

“What?” he sneered as he leaned against the door frame. “Who the fuck are you?!”

“Your neighbor. Could you please keep it down. People are trying to sleep,” you asked politely. Jimin’s eyes narrowed as he stood up straight and stepped closer to you.

“Who are you to tell me what to do?” he threatened as he towered over you, giving you a deadly glare.

“I’m not telling you, I’m asking you… Nicely,” you added as you crossed your arms over your chest. Jimins eyes wandered down to your now slightly exposed cleavage and smirked. Upon realizing where his eyes were you unfolded your arms and pulled your top up. Blushing you turned on your heel to walk away until his hand tightly grasped your wrist.

“Are you sure that’s all you wanted me to do? Because if you want to join in, you can,” he whispered in your ear, his hot breath sending chills down your spine. You actually thought about joining him but your face turned to disgust when you remembered he was with another girl.

“I don’t think I’d want to ruin your time with your lady. So I’ll take my leave,” you almost snapped as you snatched your wrist and walked back to your door. “Good Night,” you mumbled as you shut the door behind you. Your breathing was uneven, and you were panicking like crazy. Jimin your crush, touched you. You were a mess, especially when he offered you to join him. You regretted saying no, but you didn’t like the idea of another woman being there. You just wanted it to be the two of you, as he’d dominate you with his tongue and make you feel good in all the right ways.

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It was a late Thurday afternoon, and classes had finally finished. A small sigh escaped your lips as you walked through the now quiet corridors of the university. However a sudden loud grunt caught your attention, peaking around the corner at the end of the corridor, you noticed that Jimin was pinned up against the lockers, the other boys hand firmly around his throat.

“Where the fuck is my money Jimin,” he boy snarled as his grip on Jimins throat tightened.

“Fuck you,” Jimin choked out. The boy used his other hand to collide his fist with Jimins stomach, causing you to gasp. Both heads turned to your direction where they just glared at you.

“Who’s this Jimin? Another slut you just use for your own pleasure?” the boy snarled as he let go of Jimin and made his was towards you. Roughly his hand tightened around your upper arm as he hauled you forward making you loose your balance falling to the ground.

“I barely know her, so let her be,” Jimin spat back as he straightened out his leather jacket.

“Oh I don’t think so, this little spy, could be of some good use to me,” the male licked his lips as he adjusted his trousers making you gulp nervously.

“Don’t fucking touch her Namjoon,” Jimin sneered as he stepped forward slightly.

“Oh so this girl does mean something to you. I just don’t get it Jimin, how come you can fuck any girl you want, but I can’t have this one?” Namjoon asked his glare still on you.

“Because I ask them. You haven’t,” Jimin answered back as he picked you up bridle style. “Go fuck yourself you bastard, you’re not getting near her for as long as a live.”

“Then you’ll die,” Namjoon launched himself at Jimin, making all three of you tumble to the ground, you stuck in between them. “Give me the fucking money and I won’t harm her!” Namjoon yelled. During that time, you managed to wriggle yourself out from between them and pull grab onto Namjoon’s shirt.

“How much!?” you yelled. Both of the males stopped wrestling and looked at you.

“What?” Namjoon snarled. You growled lowly before repeating your question.

“How much,” you spoke through gritted teeth, trying hard to contain your anger. Namjoon stood up and faced you.

“60.” Without hesitation you hauled out your purse and handed him the money.

“Now fuck off and leave him alone,” you snapped as you knelt down to Jimin and helped him up. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up,” you muttered as you wrapped Jimins arm around your shoulder and guided him back to your dorm. The journey there was silent until you entered the dorm and Jimin sat down on your bed.

“Why the fuck did you help me. I never asked for it,” Jimin sneered as his hands tightened to fists.

“Because Namjoon was hurting you, and he stopped when I gave him the money. Now shut up and let me see your wounds,” you ordered as you stood in front of him with a damp cloth and a first aid kit. “Take off your shirt,” you mumbled attempting to sound confident, but failed. Jimin smirked in reply and began to unbutton his shirt. Painfully slowly he took off his shirt and laid it next to him. Jimin leaned back slightly, allowing you to see his toned stomach better. “Jesus, he got you good,” you muttered as you noticed a medium sized wound across the right side of his body.

“Tch, I’ve had worse,” he snapped back, but instantly winced when you began to dab (Does the dab) his wound with the wet cloth.

“Jesus what did you buy that got him so worked up?” you muttered, leaning back to grab the first aid kit from behind you.

“You really wanna know?” Jimin challenged, his face expressionless. Your silence allowed him to continue. “I bought come coke off of him, and I said I’d pay him back in two days, which I obviously didn’t do.” You sighed in disbelief.

“Why do you do this to yourself?” You asked him. Jimin glanced at you in curiosity. “Why do you deal drugs, take them, smoke, drink way to much, and get laid every night?! You have so much to live for and you’re destroying yourself,” you muttered, tears threatening to spill down your face.

“What the fuck do you know?” Jimin snapped.

“I know that you’re better than this! It’s clear that people fucking care for you! And you throw them away like they’re trash!” your voice raised slightly as you stood up and turned around, not wanting Jimin to see you cry.

“No one fucking cares for me! Girls only want to fuck me because I’m good in bed! Or if they are in need of stress relief! I’m their fucking toy! HOW ARE YOU TO SAY PEOPLE CARE FOR ME! WHEN CLEARLY NO ONE DOES!” Jimins loud voice echoed through out your dorm making you cover you ears for a moment.

“Well I fucking do! Okay!” Jimin stood in front of you wide eyed as you turned around, your tears staining your cheeks. “I fucking care! I have since I first bumped into you on the way to my dorm! It hurt me so fucking much, seeing you bring another girl into your dorm nearly every night. Having to put up with the constant moaning and groans that came from both of you!” After you spoke you stopped and slapped your hand over your mouth, realizing you had just confessed to him. Slowly Jimin stood large steps towards you, making you move back until the back of your calves hit the end of your bed. In one swift motion, Jimin had you pinned to the bed, hands wrapped tightly around your wrists and he stared into your eyes as if he was trying to read you.

“Why would you care, you barely know me,” he muttered as he lowered his head to the crook of your neck, where he planted soft kisses down to your collarbone.

“Because everyone deserves a second chance,” you muttered, suppressing a moan as Jimin gently sucked on your sweet spot. “Including you.” Jimin continued to kiss downwards until your shirt got in the way.

“This needs to go,” he grumbled as he slowly began to unbutton your shirt. Nervousness suddenly took over you, and you stopped him.

“W-wait. I-I’m still a virgin,” you muttered, looking away in shame. A small soft smile spread across Jimins features as he hand his hand through your hair.

“It’s fine, I promise I’ll be gentle, but only this once,” he smirked and got down to business.

Project?

Originally posted by sethkates


Pairing: Clay Jensen x Reader

Summary: (Y/N) and Clay had an intention to finish their project. Would they be successful on doing it?

Word count: 1.270

Posted: 21st of April 2017

A/N: I am so overwhelmed for the feedbacks I am receiving for my previous imagines with Clay and I would like to thank you for the support.
I love you as much as I love this cinnamon roll and I am so inspired to write 13 reasons why imagines.
Thank you for everything guys and I love you all.

P.S.: My requests for 13 reasons why are OPEN!

- G. x

Warning: (Y/E/C) is Your Eye Colour.


It has been a long and tiring day at school and to top it, you still had some projects to finish with your project buddy and best friend, Clay Jensen.

“Are you tired?” Clay worriedly asked you after he saw you yawning for the hundredth time now. “We can do it some other day, if you want. The due of the project is two weeks from now.”

“No,” You smiled at him as he was so caring and thoughtful. “it’s fine, Clay.”

“Are you sure?” He assured as he parked your bike beside his.

“I am sure, Clay!” You playfully slapped him with your black binders and you rolled your eyes as he was starting to annoy you.

“Alright, alright.” He huffed as he gave up on reassuring you. He then looked at you, pretending to be annoyed because of your actions. “Fine then.”

“Finally,” You were relieved when you both headed to his house’s doorstep. “thank God.”

“What? Finally, we are home or finally, I stopped annoying you?” He raised an eyebrow as he opened the door with his keys.

“Both!” You honestly answered and you both entered the Jensen’s home laughing and guffawing, as if something was really funny about it.

“It seems like you are both happy.” You heard a sweet voice coming from the living room.

“At least, you are honest.” He winked at you but quickly turned his head to the living room as he saw his Mum staring at him. “Oh mum, don’t you have any work for today?”

“I wanted to bring these stuffs at home.” She waved some papers that were in her hands and you noticed Clay shaking his head. You then carefully looked around the house. It was clean and perfectly in order. “(Y/N)?”

“Oh, yup!” Clay smiled a little bit and he pulled you to enter the living room with him. You hated him at that moment since you were somehow shy, of course, but you quickly felt comfortable and at home when you saw his mother smiling.

“Lainie!” You smiled at her and she smiled back at you. You met Clay’s mother during the parents’ meeting at your school. “How are you?”

“I’m stressed for works and for my rebellious son right here.” She pointed at the messy piles of papers on her desk and then at Clay. You just laughed as you saw Clay pouting.

“I can imagine.” You nodded, agreeing for what she has just said. “Clay’s been stressing me too.”

“What?!” Clay looked at you and he pretended to be offended for what you have just confessed. His mum laughed and you flashed him an apologetic smile as he rolled his eyes in response.

“Mum, we’re finishing our assigned project in my room.” Clay then said, turning serious as he changed the topic.

“Sure.” Lainie smiled and you flashed her a sweet smile, before you headed to the stairs with Clay. “(Y/N), does it bother you having dinner with us?”

“Of course not, I would voluntarily join you.” You kindly said and you noticed Clay smiling widely while he stood beside you. “Thank you.”

“No, thank you.” Lainie sympathetically answered and Clay started going upstairs. “Clay?”

“Mum?” He suddenly stopped in the middle of the stair and you almost bumped him.

“Leave your room’s door open.” You giggled at hearing his mum’s reminder.

“Oh my God, Mum!” Clay whined and it made you laugh even more. He continued going upstairs and he led you to his room, leaving the door open like what his mother has reminded him. “Idiot, you are having so much fun here, eh?”

“Oh, shut up Jensen!” You flashed him a death glare as you carelessly plopped your things on his desk. “Shall we start?” Your gaze softened and he flashed you his flat smile, nodding.

“Yup.” He shortly answered and he started to get the materials that you needed to conclude your project.

You both spent the time doing your project, but it didn’t mean that you were serious and deadpan. He kept on doing silly things to make you laugh and to keep you awake. Clay Jensen – that adorable and dorky man that you’ve always liked because he was himself whenever you were with him. Who wouldn’t love him? Everybody would.

“Clay, you are an idiot!” You exclaimed when he poked fun of himself.

“It’s true that you considered me as a nerd when you first met me. Don’t lie.” He ranted as he was trying to cut a piece of paper for the almost finished project.

“It’s not true!” You lied through your teeth. He was right, you really considered him as one of those nerds, one of those good-looking nerds.

“I would kiss you so you would shut your mouth up!” Clay blurted out and your eyes both grew wide. You looked at him putting his scissors and paper down on the floor and he looked straight into your (Y/E/C) orbs.

“Clay?” You stopped yourself from doing anything and you stared at Clay as he bit his red bottom lip. He was shocked too, but he perfectly knew that he couldn’t take his words back anymore.

He created an awkward pace between the two of you, but then you suddenly found yourself closing your eyes and leaning forward, maybe copying Clay’s actions too.

A little moment later, you felt two soft lips on yours and you both slowly deepened the kiss, him constantly pulling your body closer to him. He caressed your cheek as he lingered the taste that your lips allowed and you had your arms wrapped around his neck. You felt some sort of sparks and nervousness, even though you imagined this scene in your head for uncountable times now.

He was about to close the door, but you both heard some footsteps and you suddenly broke the kiss, both scared to be caught.

“Guys, dinner is ready.” You both looked where the deep voice came from and you both nodded, still astonished for the happening between the two of you. Matt, Clay’s father, had a smirk on his face before going back downstairs and you wondered if he saw everything.

“C’mon?” You nodded as your thoughts faded away and you both followed his father.  “That was perfect.” You flashed him an embarrassed but happy smile.

“It was.” You agreed as you both entered the dining room. You could bet that you saw Clay blushing and smiling widely, you couldn’t be wrong with that.

When you entered the room, you saw his parents smiling widely and you both got into your places, so you could start having your dinner.

“How’s your project going on?” Lainie has asked with a bright smile on her face. You looked at Clay, giving him the cue that it was his turn to answer.

“Fine, it’s almost finished.” Clay has said as he tried to chew his food slowly.

“Oh, project?” Matt has asked and you noticed Clay widened his eyes. “Your project consists of kissing and cuddling?”

“Dad!” Clay protested and you both became crimson red in your face and you felt a burning sensation in your whole body. You were embarrassed and dumbfounded.

“Congrats!” His parents said in unison and they both laughed as they saw your reaction. Clay then caressed your hand under the table to calm you down and you both laughed together with his parents.

“Another reason why my door should be shut.” Clay jokingly said. “Always.”

“You have a point in there, buddy!” His father agreed and you all laughed as you felt more relaxed, welcomed and snugged as a bug in a rug.


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Genre: Fluff. Lots of it. 
I know this fic is a favourite amongst all of you and though I don’t have any ideas for an entire sequel, I hope this will suffice. 


You’re scared for your life.

Okay, maybe that’s a bit dramatic but you can’t call yourself over the top when Taehyung’s your boyfriend.

And recently you learnt how much he loves to celebrate holidays.

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Not Safe: Part Two (C.H)

warnings: religion??, cussing, not very gentleman-ly calum, cheating

a.n: here it is! not as good(and long) as i expected it to be but i needed to upload something lollolololl… 

Sundays were the worst. Yes, because of church. Yes, because of school the next day. Yes, because it was Sunday. Normally church would last like 3 hours, 4 hours maximum? No. This town went all out. This town would have church in the morning from 9:30-12:30, go home to get a good little rest, maybe a little early lunch, late brunches, and then come back to church at 4:00-7:00 for evening prayer and “fun games”. Normally some teens would skip the evening session but then they’d have to go to this praying thing on Monday to make up for the time lost on that evening, depending on how chill your parents were. Some usually still had to go. There was no escaping God in this town.

It was morning prayer and here she is again, not in any juvenile band garb but in a nice frilly sundress that was threatening the topple to the ground with how thin those spaghetti straps were. Her hair was up in a tight ponytail but multiple baby hairs managed the poke out from the tens of bobby pins jammed in her hair. Her feet was already starting to hurt from the high wedges that made her look tall and presentable and not at all a slut, at least that’s what her mother stated when she bought her the shoes. She straightened out the dress while staring at herself in the mirror, letting out an exhausted sigh. She looked to meet her own eyes and furrowed her eyebrows. What would it look like if she had a lot of makeup on? Like highlighter, bronzer, deep red lipstick? What if she looked like the gorgeous, curvy, promiscuous women that went to her school?

“Y/N!” her mom’s frilly voice yelled from the bottom of the stairs. She caught herself rolling her eyes and still continued to roll them all the way and let out another defeated sigh. She grabbed her fancy, flowery, $120 wristlet that yes, her boyfriend bought her, and journeyed her way down the mahogany steps to meet her family already dressed up in their fancy church clothes, her mother and sister fixing their necklaces in the mirror besides the door and her brother and father fixing each other’s bowties. Her eyes met her mother’s who admired, but secretly judged, her as she made her way down slowly.

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anonymous asked:

Hey Gray! I love your blog :D I was wondering if you could do this request: RFA+Minor trio reacting to MC's and their own child being bullied in front of them (like maybe the bullies didn't see them RIGHT THERE) for being chubby but the daughter/son is like really chill and hits them with a 'I'm used to it it's ok' thank you :DD I'll request more now!! Good luck with your blog and excuse my english lolol

Hey now, you’re an all star I’m so sorry nobody is allowed to apologize for their English on this blog. You’re really good with it, so don’t worry at all! English is a bitch to learn, and if anyone judges you I will f i g h t. Also, no matter how many other blogs I’ve seen in the past, I still don’t know who makes up the minor trio. I’ve seen it mentioned a lot, and I always assumed it’s Jaehee, V, and Saeran. If it’s someone else, I’ll gladly write for them, too! (Dialogue of fat-shaming in Jaehee’s. Just a heads up!)


Yoosung:

  • He had to pick up your kid from school one day because he got off from work early
  • Yoosung drove there just a little too early when he saw your child getting harassed by three other kids
  • oh no
  • nonononono
  • Instead of just driving up, he parked that damn car and walked up
  • Just far enough so they thought he was a highschooler  even if hes older hes still small you can fight me on this
  • Once he was in earshot, his only thought was how dare they
  • The things they were saying were downright disgusting to him
  • Yoosung walked right up and tapped one of them on the shoulder
  • “Hey there buddy boy, I’m going to ask, no, tell you to kindly leave and never speak to my child again”
  • Your kid just kinda bip bopped along with him after he turned to leave after the kids had given half-hearted apologies
  • “Hey, Dad?” “What? Do you want ice cream? We can go. If you want to talk, we can do that, too” “I just wanted to say that you didn’t need to do that. What they said is pretty normal for me”
  • oh hell no
  • Yoosung just nodded slightly “But it doesn’t have to be” “It’s just like that, but can we still get ice cream?” “Yep! Just don’t tell, MC!” “Will you promise not to tell them about my school either? I don’t want them worried, since you seem to be”
  • So they went out to a small shop that wasn’t too far away from your home and talked about animals
  • Then once they got home, you could see him looking concerned at your child when the put their bag from school up
  • He went to his office and typed out an email
  • Turns out, he got the three kids suspended
  • PTA Dad Yoosung won’t stand for that shit
  • Didn’t tell MC because he promised

Zen:

  • You can’t tell me he’s not a PTA dad either
  • Sure, practice sometimes doesn’t allow him to go to every meeting
  • But you know he’s ready to fight Nancy at the bake sale because what were those brownies, Jesus, Nancy
  • aNYWAYS, you both had to go to one of those lame ass schools fairs
  • you couldn’t say no to your kid because those puppy eyes reminded you of Zen’s
  • You were waiting in line for food while Zen was buying tickets for things and you let your child go off with their friends
  • Then the yelling started dAMMIT, ZEN
  • “How dare you talk to my child like that?” “Well, um, sir-” “No, I’m not hearing it from you, young man” “I want to say-” “Not you either, young lady!”
  • Zen walked back with your kid in tow and he was fuming
  • “MC! Can we leave? There’s much better food at the restaurant we passed” “Only if you tell me what happened, because it looks like our daughter is perfectly fine” “No, she is nOT. They were making fun of her weight! How dare they insult our princess” “Zen, You sound like a script right now, calm down”
  • Your child just mumbled, “Well, that’s what happened during school anyways”
  • Turning around so quickly that you got bitch-slapped by his hair, he looked at your kid
  • He was n o t having this shit
  • “Who cares if you’ve got squish? There’s just more to love! Those kids are douchebags” “Zen-” “As long as you’re comfortable with you, there’s no issue. If you feel bad because of that snotbag, I will find out who his mom is and raise hell” “Zen-” “That one girl looked like her mom runs a drug cartel. I should know, too, because her mom is probably Bethany” “Hyun!”
  • He turned back towards you flashing a slightly awkward smile
  • “MC, that boy was a beast
  • “Not this again” Well, damn, if your kid is sick of it, he probably should be, too
  • You ended up leaving after your kid was done with his shit wanted to leave
  • He may or may not have raised a little hell on the board
  • Gave a two minute monologue on bullying at the monthly meeting

Jaehee: (Good end and after end spoilers)

  • Your son liked to hang around the café after school was done with a few friends
  • He came in one day with several people, a few being ones you recognized
  • You were taking orders and Jaehee was wiping down tables along with picking up dishes
  • cue dramatic plate falling when she overheard their conversation
  • “Maybe your clothes wouldn’t be so big if your  parents didn’t bake so much for you” “He’s right. All those pastries can’t be that great. Especially with how little you do in PE” “Maybe stop eating all of your lun-”
  • “Excuse me, but who are you, ma’am?” “Just a friend of this kid” “Get out of this café” “Who are you? Where’s the manager?”
  • “Mom, it’s fi-” “I’m Mrs. Kang, the owner of this establishment, and the disgusting comments you are making are towards my son. Leave
  • The girl turned bright red and moved to gather her things
  • Jaehee’s badass arm stopped her from properly getting up
  • “I thought it was heavily implied that you were to apologize”
  • She was downright glaring at this kid
  • You paused when nobody else was at the counter and turned your attention to what was going down
  • This look wasn’t even reserved for customers who threw orders at her
  • Once the girl left after having to repeat her apology several times, all the others followed, trying not to maintain eye contact with Jaehee
  • She slid in the booth across from your son and had a lengthy discussion about what was wrong for people to say
  • Jaehee had had enough in her life getting treated awfully, so your kid wasn’t allowed to have any of that
  • That night, you had to talk her out of fighting that kid
  • “Jaehee, that’s assault” “MC, it’s justice

Seven:

  • He was dicking around with the security system at your kid’s school
  • It’s not stalking if its not obsessive
  • The system’s visual aspect may not be strong, but the audio was pretty okay
  • Seven just wanted to hear what your child was doing after the bell had rung (I had to look up if it was rung or rang just now)
  • As soon as he heard what a person was saying that was most definitely not your child, he was ready to f i g h t
  • Your kid came back from school that day and went to greet him
  • He may or may not have turned around in an office chair dramactically
  • “So who’s Jun Ho? He sounds like a real biiiii-I mean, jerkwad” “How do you know who he is? He’s in one of my classes.” “Some teacher emailed me saying he was being rude to you. Making remarks on your appearance or something” “Oh, yeah, he does that a lot. It stopped bugging me awhile ago”
  • Red Alert: How About No?
  • “He shouldn’t be saying things like that in the first place. Why do you even talk to him?” “Jun Ho gives me food” “As much as I love food, you should never be degraded to get it” “But it’s soda, and I can’t take that to school” “You won’t get in trouble if no one finds out. That’s besides the point. Can you please drop that douuu-um, that trashcan? You don’t deserve to be told anything that’s negative about yourself that isn’t constructive”
  • Your kid just tried to assure him that It’s Fine, Dad but it most definitely Was Not
  • So then he went into every social media account he could find of Jun Ho’s and left some lovely messages and photos for the kid to find later

Jumin:

  • you know this motherfucker sent your kid to a private school
  • He didn’t realize that not every person would be magically nice to eachother
  • Just let him believe
  • Jumin was content with that for awhile until The Incident
  • Your son was walking back into your home as he was video chatting people at a party
  • For some reason, their conversation dropped off to what sports people were playing and some dumbass in the background made a rude remark to your kid
  • Jumin walked over and took the phone from your son’s hand and got the attention of the teenagers
  • holy shit, that was the dude that their parents made those important business deals with
  • that suit is probably worth more than all my organs
  • damn, he looks like he’s about ready to fail all of us in a class
  • Please refrain from ever contacting this phone ever again. Your words are unappreciated by myself”
  • Your son was desperately trying to mute him repeating that it was all okay
  • Jumin was still drilling these kids
  • “Furthermore, it is not any of your business to inquire about an individual’s health whatsoever. I will have you make good note that everything in this household is meticulously organized, so no, you’re not ‘concerned for his health’ or any other excuse that is as incompetent as yourselves. Have a good evening”
  • Sassy Jumin snapping that hang up button
  • Then he held out the phone to your son that took it nervously
  • “You’re never to speak to them again” “Dad, I-” “No, it is absolutely not fine. You will not be told that just because you’re not of the bare minimum weight, that you are any less of a human being. You are to be respected. If you are to speak to any of your classmates, please inform them that all business deals with their families will end soon.”
  • He most definitely called all of their parents that evening to tell them of these changes
  • Blocked every number he could
  • Also made sure that any future advertisements that were made by any department were to be inclusive of plus-size models

V:

  • There was a new museum and he was invited to attend it’s opening with his family
  • No way this Cotton Candy Man could say no when your daughter got excited at the mention of an artist she loved that was to have an exhibit showcased
  • Everyone had gotten dressed up for the occasion, including V in a snazzy I’m so sorry that I use that word suit, yourself in comfortable formal wear, and your daughter wearing a tighter blouse with a skirt
  • What she wore didn’t bug you or Jihyun, whatever made her the most loving to herself was fine by you
  • The three of you had walked in and were walking around to greet other guests and enjoy hors d'oeuvres
  • Your daughter walked off to admire the paintings until who you recognized as one of her fellow students walked up to her
  • There was no use in eavesdropping so you continued to walk as V walked into the room of the pieces
  • He honestly didn’t notice them until he could hear your child’s voice
  • Then he noticed what the other party was saying
  • Calm Dad walked over to them and apologized for his interruption in the conversation to tell off the student for what they were saying about your daughter’s outfit
  • “Hey, Dad, Mi Na wasn’t bothering me” “Then she was bothering me. Mi Na, please refrain from speaking negatively about my daughter’s appearance in the future. I assure you that whatever clothing she wishes to wear will not effect you”
  • You looked over to see the “Bitch, you ain’t shit” smile on his face and got interested to see what was going on
  • He explained to you the situation then spoke to your daughter again with a short lecture on Why She Was Perfect and Why People Suck
  • Got the girl kicked out from the museum afterwards
  • To make it up, even though “It was fINE, DAD,” V was able to get artwork from the artist your daughter was so excited to see

Saeran:

  • this one’s going to do with an ice cream parlor I’m sorry
  • He agreed to go on a family outing as long as the crowds weren’t too big
  • Hey, if you made it this far, don’t mess it up
  • To his favorite ice cream parlor first!
  • None of you cared if it was eleven am
  • It was always time for ice cream
  • While you three were waiting in line, your child noticed that the person scooping was the dickbag of an upperclassman that had been harassing them for a couple of weeks
  • Saeran noticed how they acted and offered to get a table with them so that it would fit into conversation easily
  • They nodded and went with them so that he could ask what happened
  • Your kid told him that the boy at the counter was giving him shit for his weight and that “It’s perfectly fine”
  • Then Saeran was p i s s e d
  • He assured them that they were perfectly fine as long as they liked themselves
  • Saeran then offered for them to go back in the line where you were ordering your food
  • Your child was slightly anxious as to what he’d do to the worker
  • He glared at that upperclassman so strongly that you thought he had killed Saeran’s joy in life
  • Considering how much Saeran loved his new family, he pretty much did, so the kid deserved to be scared for half a minute
  • He then smiled at you when you handed a cone to him and you sat down with the three of you eating happily
  • Saeran noticed the glances he was getting but didn’t mind them
  • He glared at the kid again for good measure when he held open the door

I’m sorry that this took me so long! Also, no offense if your name is Nancy or Bethany. They’re just my go to PTA Mom names. I’m going to try to get at least two requests up each day. I hope that this was to your satisfaction, but I’ll happily fix anything if you see fit. Much love to you all!

anonymous asked:

Would you consider writing andreil with neil hating that people call andrew a monster and kind of blows up after keeping it bottled in and then maybe a littlr bit later they witness andreil being cute with each other mainly andrew being nice to neil (cause lets face it in his own way he is) and theyre kinda like fuck neil is right about how andrew treats him (just cause he doesnt like other people doesnt mean hes a bad boyfriend)

It’s been ages since I wrote Andreil, so I hope I’m not too rusty! Enjoy!

Neil loved his family. They kept him moving and let him be who he was, no questions asked. The treated him like he was their equal and like nothing from his past mattered. With them, all that mattered was who he was on the court. Neil Josten.

Which is what made it so fucking annoying when they didn’t extend the same courtesy to Andrew.

Andrew, who had saved their asses on the court more than a few times. Andrew, who kept Neil grounded when all he wanted to do was run. Andrew, who made promises and never once faltered.

Neil could take a lot. What bothered him more was the fact that Andrew didn’t give a damn what they said about him. Still, he knew Andrew didn’t want Neil to fight his battles for him, so he kept his mouth shut.

As finals drew closer, though, Neil felt his nerves growing thinner and thinner and he knew a break in his short temper was inevitable.

It came one day at lunch, as he picked at at his sandwich and reviewed some equations while trying to ignore the freshman at his table. His head snapped up, though, at the mention of Andrew’s name.

“I asked him to move his racquet off of my locker and he just stared at me until I walked away. It was so weird. What is his damage, anyway?”

Neil sighed audibly in what he hoped was a subtle attempt to get them to shut up, since he already didn’t like the attention that came from being vice-captain and didn’t want to attract any more.

True to form, though, Jack couldn’t resist opening his mouth at the worst times. If he wasn’t such an asshole, Neil bet Andrew would compare them. “You better just steer clear of him altogether. They don’t call him the monster for nothing. He’d probably slam your skull into the wall for fun if you gave him the chance.”

Neil didn’t look away from his book as he said, very civilly, “Shut the fuck up, Jack.”

Of course, though, Jack just smirked and went on, “Wow, Cap. I know you have a lot of problems, but I didn’t know Stockholm Syndrome was one of them. Or is it just that he’s the only one demented enough to enjoy looking at your fucked up face?”

Neil closed his book in a way that he thought showed great restraint considering how he was imagining Jack’s neck was between the pages. “Jack. I understand that your constant need for my attention stems from a lack of intimacy in your childhood. Honestly, though, that’s par for the course on this team, so it doesn’t give you any special privileges. So I highly suggest that you remember that if I or Andrew thought you were worth taking care of, we are more than capable of doing so. As such, you don’t even register on his radar because seven months in, you have yet to score on him. Find a new hobby. I’m bored.”

He didn’t bother to wait for Jack’s response before getting up and walking away.

Brynn walked quickly, cursing how far away the stadium was from the dorms. It felt like everyone on this team had a car except her, which usually wasn’t a big deal except for right now, when she forgot her phone at the stadium and didn’t realize it until 11 PM. She didn’t ask anyone because she figured if Neil ran there sometimes, how far could it really be?

She had seriously miscalculated.

Once she finally got to the stadium, she punched in the security code and headed for the locker room, hoping someone was in there cleaning or something so she wouldn’t have to break in. Before she made it there, though, she heard the sound of voices coming from the guys’ locker room.

“My hand is fine, Andrew.”

“Then you won’t mind me looking at it.”

Shit. She hadn’t banked on anyone being here this late, let alone them, but in retrospect, it figured. She pressed herself against the wall and stayed very still to listen.

A bored voice said, “Learning curve. Non-existent.”

“You knew that going in.”

“Why do I put up with you?”

“My pretty face?”

“Mm. Except for your mouth.”

“Really? I can think of a few exceptions.”

“Stop talking.”

At the sound of them kissing, she let out an involuntary squeak. They stopped as she clapped her hand over her mouth and scrambled to move away from the door. She trembled a bit as Andrew came out of the locker room, but he didn’t seem concerned with her so much as keeping a hand out to shield Neil in case of danger. She had never thought of him as needing protecting, but if this was the side of Andrew Neil saw, she could sort of understand.

Once Neil came into the doorway, he immediately switched into Captain mode. “Brynn? What are you doing here this late?”

“My-my phone. I, uh, left my phone in the locker room.”

Neil sighed. “I’ll unlock it for you and then we’ll give you a ride home.”

She expected Andrew to protest and leave her to walk home, but he just headed off in the direction of the parking lot. As they went to join him, Brynn timidly said, “I’m sorry for what we said about him at lunch the other day.”

Neil shrugged. “Jack’s an asshole. I’m not counting on him getting better. But it’s nothing I didn’t expect.”

She nodded and stayed quiet the rest of the walk. And if on the drive home, if she saw Andrew’s gaze turn to Neil thought to herself that she’d misjudged them both, she kept it to herself.

My Bloody Sweetheart (Part 2)

Originally posted by veryamooseing

Summary: The reader and Dean settle into an easy rhythm but Dean may have made an enemy already…

My Bloody Sweetheart Masterlist

Pairing: Demon!Dean x reader

Word Count: 4,200ish

Warnings: language, mention of murder

A/N: Dean in domestic life does things to me…


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Secret - Jay Park scenario (requested, fluffy)

Originally posted by jayparkisagod


@leyarren said:  Then can I request when you cheer him up after a fight with loco, and you push him to excuse himself into aomg he does it and that’s when everybody tells you that you should date and may confesses to them that you were dating and it was the reason why he fought with loco is that he knew it when he saw you kidding quickly xD and wanted to tell the others so it came to the now where Simon teases the hall out of you both since he is your bff with gray😂😂😂

- FINALLY I FINISHED IT! I hope you enjooooy my love and have fun! Hope you like it! HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY

Word count: 913
Genre: fluffy
Members: Jay Park x You


“I wonder does Y/N even like, you know like you.“ Loco laughs as he leans back on the couch.

Jay’s eyes just stared at him, he was annoyed.
You sat on a chair, next to you Gray and Simon. All of you were hanging out in AOMG studio.
Something in you knew that Loco saw Jay and you kiss in front of the building the other day. Actually that he saw and told everyone and is now doing this on purpose just to piss off Jay.
You were fine with that, actually found it funny when he teased Jay. It was matter of time where you guys should come out in public. Dating in a secret for a couple of months been hard for you two.
It is amazing and great, just the hard part is keeping it in private and secret.

“Like look at you, getting old.” Loco pokes his arm and Jay takes a deep breath
You chuckle a bit and just Jay’s look could tell you everything so you stopped laughing.

“Loco you talking shit and you don’t have a girlfriend yourself”
“Ohhhhhhh” Simon and Gray said
“You telling me that and you haven’t had a girlfriend in 10 to 15 years at least” Loco laughs pointing at him

Jay was getting mad.
“Fuck you Loco. Get you little boy ass out of here” he points at the door
“Jay…” you said
“No like what the fuck. Since when is everyone picking on me-“
“You can’t take a joke Jay man” Simon cuts him off

Jay gets up and storms out of the studio to his office. You sigh and look at the boys.
“Excusee me” you said and walked out to Jay’s office

He sat in his chair, his legs on the desk.

“What?” he spreads his arms
“Why are you like this?” you smiled and walked over to him
“He’s just getting on my fucking nerves”
“Why do you even care? He’s just teasing you” you said
“Ugh I don’t know. Just everything he said-“
“I think you should apologize for ending up that rude-“
“RUDE?!” Jay raises his eyebrows and stands up and you sit down on the edge of his table
“He started it!” he points

You put your hands on his waist and pull him towards you.
“Jay, come on.” You look at him
“I think we both know why is he doing that”
“He saw us, didn’t he?” he spoke
“Yeah, and I think we should not hide it no more” you spoke as your hands travel on his chest, down on his stomach…
Jay smiled a bit, licking his lips.
“Yeah I guess so”

Jay cups your face and leans down to kiss you. Right away his tongue swipes over your lower lip asking for entrance. You let him in and two of you start to make out. His hands slide down your waist, on your hip. Move back on your thighs, as he slowly goes up and down.
His hand starts to move up, under your skirt, but then you place your hand on his.
“We can’t…” you pull away whispering
“Right” he spoke and two of you moved away from each other

“Now you go apologize to Loco” you spoke and he just takes a breath and nods his head.

Soon after you two walk into the stupid, Simon, Gray and Loco looking at two of you.
“Loco I’m sorry for yelling… Being an asshole” he said and sits down on the couch
“It’s okay man.”

Simon and Gray look at each other then back at you.
“Y/N you actually convinced him to apologize to Loco?” Gray said
“Yeah” you smiled
“Wow… I mean we saw so many times you being there for Jay and just being nice and supportive. He needs someone like that in his life.” Gray smiled at you and then looked at Jay
“Two of you would look good together, personally” he added putting his hand on his chest

Jay and you look at each other for a moment. You saw in Jay’s eyes telling you “Say it”. He nods slowly his head and looks away.
“Well ummm… The thing is…” you laugh nervously
“Jay and I are dating really.” You added and watched everyone’s reactions

They were either shook or they knew it.
Loco smiled
“I KNEW IT SEE?! I KNEWWW IT” he raises his hands in the air

“Oh my Jay and you, actually….” Simon points at two of you and starts to laugh
“AWWWWWWWWW” Gray smiled
“Oh my God…” Jay puts his hands over his face

“Does he call you babyyy come here”
“Goodmorningg babe”

Simon and Gray started to tease a lot.

“Wait. But for how long?” Loco said
“Two… And half months?” you look at Jay and he nods his head
“Oh they fucked for sure” Gray laugh out loud
“Guys come on” Jay laughs embarrassed
“Aww he’s blushinnnn” Simon and Gray said and everyone laughs

Jay licks his lips and smiles.
“Come on I wanna see you kiss” Loco said and Jay and you look at each other
“Ahh no no” Jay laughs
“Do it, do it, do it” all three of them started

Jay looks at you and you smiled. Two of you lean in. Jay gives you a peck on the lips.
“What the hell was that?”
“Oh my God”
I can’t believe”
“I thought some fire will be”
“Guys. Chill” Jay laughed and threw his arm around you.

anonymous asked:

this is my first request on your blog ><'' uhm, so a hc with the rfa+v+saeran where they see MC at a public place (bus/train station, supemarket, park, etc..) and they are immediately captivated by her. Will they approach her? you decide :D thanks!!

uwaaaaaa~ welcome!! <3 please enjoy your stay~! sorry it was a little late, i have a bunch of things going on so they all might be a little shorter too T_T

P.S. I’ll try and post a bunch of stuff today to make up for all the time i didn’t but i can’t promise anything <3

P.P.S I think i’m sick now so i guess I have more time to write??? T___T But being sick sucks… lololol alliteration

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Yoosung

- Yoosung was rushing his way to school. His bus was very late so he had to catch the train

- then he saw her

- she stood on the other end/side of the platform with her head bowed, focused on her phone, headphones in her ears

- he saw the clear screen of flappy bird and the score of 74 in a window reflection

- as he stood, waiting for the train, he couldn’t seem to keep his eyes off her

- soon enough though, her train pulled up quickly and she was enveloped (is that the word its the only one that i could think of) in the crowds of rushing people

- his train pulled up soon after and he got on, almost bumping into someone

- when he got to school, all he could think about was the girl on the other side of the platform

- his friends teased him during the breaks about why he was so distracted the whole day

Zen

- you were super excited to get these tickets

- most of his shows were all old out within the first hour but one of your friends had pulled a few strings with her sister who was a friend of the wife of one of the actors… basically you got free tickets!

- who were you seeing??? well, duh, Zen~!

- you fidgeted in your seat, your friend laughing at you from her seat beside you

- when Zen came onstage you were captivated by his singing… his acting… his dancing… and his looks too of course

- honestly you were incredulous that he even existed (did i use the word right…? i know what it means but still…)

- he saw you in the crowd too and for a second he seemed to forget his lines for a second

- he sent you a discreet wink and you died inside as your friend laughed at you silently

- sadly, after the show ended, you got swept away by the crowd and didn’t see him again… until you met the RFA~

Jaehee

- it was one of the very rare occasions that she had a day off

- Jaehee was ecstatic when Jumin told her she could relax for the day because he had to go on a business trip with his father and all the other sections would deal with things

- she decided to go on a refreshment day which included going to one of the new cafe’s that opened close to the C&R building for breakfast

- she pushed open the door with a new skip in her step and ordered a latte as well as some (insert cool breakfast food here)

- when she went and sat down, another girl walked in, ordering a latte also before going over to sit with her friend

- when the barista people called out the latte order, both Jaehee and the girl walked over to collect it

- their hands cliche-ly touched as they reached for the cup and Jaehee felt her heartbeat speed up

- “oh, sorry about that.” Jaehee smiled and pulled her hands away

- “don’t worry about it. thank you” the girl smiled back and took the coffee, going back to her table

- Jaehee watched her go, smiling to herself as her coffee came also

Jumin

- You sighed, swirling your drink around in it’s crystal glass (oh, you’re super fancy fancy high class etc etc here)

- you stood, bored out of your mind on the side of the room, watching as people talked mindlessly amongst each other

- it was a boring dinner party hosted by one of your acquaintances. you’d only agreed to see if you could meet any new companies for deals.

- it had been about three hours and a bit when you decided that if you left now, it wouldn’t be seen as rude

- you placed the glass down, making your way over to your acquaintance to tell her that you were going. you didn’t notice the eyes that followed you across the room

- a dark haired male watched as you walked over to your friends

- he hadn’t met you yet, though he had heard of the incredibly talented owner of your company. aka, you

- he was already infatuated from earlier that night as he saw you deal with incompetent businesspeople

- though he couldn’t talk to you as he was already too busy with the people surrounding him

- you left soon after, not noticing that he was entranced by you completely

Saeyoung

- he was undercover at a nightclub for a field job

- attempting to be undercover, he went over to the bar to grab a drink

- there, he saw a girl who looked incredibly uncomfortable as a guy started going closer to her and talking to her

- he could see why, the girl was stunning and he’d heard her joking around a lot with her friends earlier, but clearly she wasn’t enjoying it

- deciding to help out (plus it would help him look less suspicious), he walked up to her and put his arm around her, glaring at the other guy.

- “hey babe, come with me, i want to introduce you to someone” he said before leaning down and whispering to her “i saw you looked super uncomfortable earlier and i thought i’d make sure you’re okay. let’s just make sure this guy leaves you alone for the rest of the night.” she nodded and whispered back a ‘thank you’

- they left the other guy, quickly reporting him to the bar people and walking over to a table (idk as i said i’m a tiny child i’ve never been to a nightclub)

- after chatting for a while and making sure she knew where her friends were and that she was okay, Seven saw his target ducking away

- he quickly apologised to the unknown girl and slipped away, following his target and hoping that he’d meet her again one day (though he knew it was futile)

V

(okay, so he’s not blind here just for convenient purposes)

- you decided to visit the park for a one-person picnic lunch

- you hadn’t been to the park in ages because you were too busy with work/school but the weather was lovely today so you thought screw it i’m going

- after spreading out your picnic blanket under a tree, half in the sun and half in the shade, you spread out your small arrangement of food and just enjoyed the peace and quiet

- soon enough, when the soft golden light gently danced across your skin, you fell asleep, headphones in your ears and listening to music

- a certain light blue haired man was passing by, just taking photos for his new exhibition at the art gallery

- he spotted you laying down on your picnic blanket, the dappled sunlight grazing across your skin. the lighting was perfect and you looked beautiful

- he took the photo juuuuust right so you wouldn’t be able to tell the identity of the person in it. when he looked at it again, he just smiled to himself

Saeran

- he was out at the shopping centre, keeping an eye on a potential target for Mint Eye

- he sat in the food court with ice cream, trying to not look suspicious

- looking around he was surprised as he saw a girl get dared to eat a whole (massive portion of food) by her silver-haired friend (>.0 thats what i’m here for //slapped)

- she finished it off soon and he was impressed by her skill as well as her in general

- as she left the food court, so did his suspect so he followed the two of them, walking into random shops and looking around why was he in the pet store

- her jokes and just mindless chatter with her friend intrigued him and he found himself genuinely laughing at some of them

- when she left, he found himself upset, though he couldn’t grasp a reason as to why

- so, for the remainder of watching his suspect, all he could think about was the girl in the food court~

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uwah, i couldn’t really think of anything for saeran, so apologies for that

also writing really late at night makes me want to use really fancy words lolololololol

i hope this could satisfy you, dear anon~

bye bye~! *poof*

Just to be clear, it’s a date.

First I’d like to say thank you to @carryonsimoncarryon for being the most fantastic friend I’ve had in ages, and for being such an helpful and kind beta <#

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(Simon’s POV)

His black hair is hanging loose today, swaying gently against his face as he leans forward to take another bite of his sandwich. Those grey piercing eyes are as mesmerizing as ever, and his skin has a tan glow that seems to be shining especially beautifully.

I sneak glances at him every now and then, sometimes meeting his eyes, and my heart skips a beat.

He catches me staring again. Crowley, he’s beautiful; handsome, masculine and yet elegant, all at the same time. As our eyes meet, I smile back at him. His smile is the most heartwarming thing I’ve ever seen, and I can feel the heat rising to my checks. My eyes quickly dart back towards my cherry scone, hoping for the blush to fade. One day I’ll get up the courage to ask him if I can sit with him. I’ll talk to him, and maybe if I’m feeling especially brave, I’ll ask him out, or ask for his number. I don’t know yet. I have to work up the courage first. One day, but not today.

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He’s still there every day at lunch. Today his black hair is pulled into a bun, and his stylish black turtleneck rests perfectly against his neck.

Today is the day, I told myself this morning, hoping that he might not be there. Hoping that he’d gotten sick of my staring, or that he’d have to work during his break, so that I’d have an excuse to wait another day or two.

It didn’t really surprise me when I saw him sitting there, in his regular spot by the fountain. As I meet his eyes across the park I realize I’ve stopped in my tracks, and I can feel my heart race. Today is the day, I tell myself once more. His smile melts my heart, and it gives me courage to make my feet move forward again.

As I walk, I stare intensely at my cup of coffee and the brown paper bag with a cherry scone in it. It’ll be fine. He won’t tell you to leave; he’ll be nice and talk to you. Okay, one foot in front of the other. Keep it going. I encourage myself to walk to my usual spot at the bench next to him. As I move forward, I can feel a pair of eyes at me, and when I look up, I meet his gaze. I smile as he shuffles to the side, making room next to him on the bench.

“Hi, can I sit?” I ask shyly. He smiles and nods.

“Why else would I move over for? Other than to make room for you I mean?” he chuckles, and I can feel my heart racing as the heat spreads throughout my body. This is my new favorite sound. It must be. I’m sure of it.

I sit down next to him; not so close that I’d seem like a creep, but close enough to easily see the color and pattern in his perfect grey eyes. They remind me of wet pavement, but they’re much, much more appealing to stare into. I support my coffee cup between my thighs and rest the paper bag with my scone in on top of it. Then I extend my arm out towards him.

“Simon,” I say, introducing myself.

“Baz,” he smiles, gently grabbing my hand and shaking it. It almost feels like silk, his skin, it’s smooth but his hand is freezing cold, even now this late in spring.

“I was wondering when you’d finally come talk to me, you know,” he says. “I’ve seen you staring.” He lets go of my hand before grabbing his cup and sipping his tea. Blackcurrant, I think, as the scent flows towards my face.

I feel the heat rising to my cheeks once again, and I look down, staring intensely at my hands.

“Well, here I am,” I whisper, almost regretting not having this conversation with myself in my head before actually approaching him. That’s silly, I know, because I could have never known what he’d say. But still, I feel like I should have a better answer. I nervously pull my hand through my bronze curls and I can see him. Baz. He’s smiling at me. I can see it from the corner of my eye, so I turn to look at him. Why did my words always come short whenever I tried to talk to other people than Penny? Penny is always easy to talk to.

“You- you know, I’ve been thinking, um, about asking y-you this, for… for quite a while now, actually. Um… Would- would you like to go out to dinner? Um, with me?” I stutter, pushing the words out, choking on them twice. I look at him for a split second, and then I ruffle my curls again, purposely putting my hand in the way so that I can’t look at him. I don’t was to know what rejection looks like. I  really don’t. At least not from him.

“Yes, I’d like that. Did you have a specific time in mind?” His voice is cheery, and I look at him from the corner of my eye as I slowly lower my hand.

“Really?” I ask, surprised before I can even stop myself. “I mean, I don’t. I thought I’d have to ask you first.” I’m stumbling over my own words, but I can’t help the smile spreading bigger across my face as I see him smiling too.

“I’d ask you to give me your number,” he says, and I feel my heart drop to the bottom of my stomach. He’s just kindly rejecting me, I think. “But since my phone died this morning at work and I didn’t bring my charger, I’ll have to give you my number instead.”

My heart is racing. I was sure he’d been trying to reject me in the kindest of ways, but his phone is dead. That’s all. I grin, feeling relieved as he pushes his perfectly smooth, tan hand in front of my face, asking for my phone.

I dig through my pockets, wondering where I put that damn phone. Finally, as I feel a vibrating against my chest, I remember putting it on the inside pocket of my jacket. I never put it there, so why I did so now I have no idea. I look at the caller ID: ‘Penny’ it says, with a rather unpretty picture of me and her grimacing, both dressed up for halloween. I blush and hang up on her.

Suddenly, closer than before, I can feel Baz tense beside me.

“Your girlfriend?” he asks, slowly moving a few inches further away from me.

“Nope. That’s just Penny, my best friend,” I say, smiling reassuringly at him. She calls once more. And I hang up again before opening my contacts and offering the phone to Baz.

He grabs it, studying me; uncertain, as if he’s doing something he shouldn’t be doing. I nod and smile once more, and soon he’s saved himself as a contact in my phone. Handing me back my phone, our hands grace each other, and I feel my cheeks burning, and the butterflies going crazy in my stomach. I really do hate that I blush this easily.

As both of us realize that our breaks are over. we both stand up, almost mechanically. In the motion, as if on autopilot, I grab my scone and my coffee. And since we didn’t get a chance to discuss dinner any further, I tell him: “I’ll text you so you’ll have my number, okay? And we’ll find a time and date then?”

He nods, turning away with a smile on his lips. I grin, and since I’m feeling extra brave as we’re about to leave in our different directions, I turn halfway around and add over my shoulder: “And by the way, just to be clear, it’s a date.”

calistaceline  asked:

the reaction of RFA members & V & saeren at MC leaving lil cream on her lips after eating Icecream .. , sorry for my v💧bad english .. , It's ok if u did'nt like it 🙈

~Your English is great! This is so cute! (ノ´ヮ´)ノ*:・゚✧


◉ Yoosung

  • You two were walking around eating ice cream cones together while window shopping
  • You were talking to him when he stopped you and laughed
    • “What is it?”
    • “You have ice cream on your lips,” he chuckled
    • “Oh!”
  • You moved to wipe it but he grabbed your hand
    • “Let me get it”
  • Bent in and kissed your lips
  • You blushed and his heart beat faster
  • “OMG I’m so cool” he was screaming inside to himself

◉ Jumin

  • You had ice cream for dessert
  • Jumin didn’t eat any
  • He didn’t care for it
  • But he liked to watch you eat it
  • He noticed a small bit left on your bottom lip and didn’t hesitate
  • Jumin leaned over the table and brought your lip in his mouth
  • He pulled away slightly with a smile
    • Hm, so that’s what that tastes of. I think I might enjoy it if I could eat from your lips,” he smirked

◉ Zen

  • He didn’t normally eat ice cream or sweets
  • But he thought it was adorable when you did
  • You both were hanging out at home on the couch
  • You were licking your ice cream cone
    • “You have chocolate there…”
  • OMG
  • You were so cute!
  • Zen couldn’t control himself
  • Pulled you into him and kissed the chocolate off of you
  • He smiled as you blushed
    • Mmm…I think I do have room for dessert after all,” he winked

◉ Jaehee

  • You were both sharing a bowl of ice cream at the shop
  • She had taken you there for a quick date before a movie
  • But you were a little uncoordinated today
  • And had some on your face
  • Jaehee laughed
    • “You’re quite messy,” she laughed, “let me help you”
  • She leaned in real close and swiped her finger on your face before bringing it in her mouth
    • “Yummy,” she smiled

◉ Saeyoung

  • You had your ice cream bar almost finished
  • You didn’t think you had anything on your face but apparently you did
  • When Saeyoung saw you he burst out laughing
    • “Must have been good if you were so eager to eat it,” he chuckled
  • He moved close to you and pushed the ice cream from your lips to inside your mouth with his finger
  • You sucked a little bit on it to get the cream off
    • “AH!”
  • His face turned red and he realized he crushed his PHD Pepper can in his other hand and it was now dripping all over

◉ V

(I guess he has his sight for this?)

  • You were at your favorite park on a summer day having ice cream together in the grass
  • You were paying so much attention to the trees and sky that you didn’t realize you had some on your lips
  • V let out a melodic chuckle when you turned to smile at him
    • “You’re so beautiful,” he smiled
  • Leaned in and kissed you
    • “Even without the ice cream, your kisses are always the sweetest”

◉ Saeran

  • You were sharing your usual tub of ice cream together on the couch
  • He fed you from his spoon
  • But a bunch got on your lips
  • You laughed
  • And he loomed over you without warning and ran his tongue over your lips before pressing in for a deep kiss
  • You dropped the tub in shock
    • “Saeran, what about the ice cream…it’s gunna melt”
    • “You’re my favorite flavor,” he grinned