look at the cold hard facts

21-11-17

Aries: Is it the fear of simply being up so high or the fear of falling once you’re up there that unsettles you so?

Taurus: Setting fire to the sky is actually doable. Not sure why you want to, but okay.

Gemini: It’s a cold, hard thing. It’ll work out in the end, though.

Cancer: May the gods take pity on you because it seems sure as shit no one else is going to.

Leo: It isn’t that you can’t break the habit, it’s just that you don’t want to.

Virgo: HAAA.

Libra: Stop looking for ghosts - The search is, in fact, pointless. They’ve been right beside you all along and you’ve never noticed.

Scorpio: Not taking you for an easy mark, a rug to walk on, would be beneficial to people’s health. No one ever learns, though.

Sagittarius: The witching hour has been rescheduled. It’s a last minute notification, sorry.

Capricorn: Smoke billows from the ground where you step. No fire, no ashes, just smoke.

Aquarius: Not everything should be taken as a personal insult.

Pisces: Fragments of seaglass and an unholy amount of vodka are the two things missing from your summoning circle.

Why Seungbae is terrified of Sangwoo!

This is not an analysis. I just really REALLY loved Sangwoo in this chapter and I just need to talk about this. This chapter showed us how dangerous Sangwoo can be. I’m only stating the obvious here, but I really love the fact that Seungbae is terrified of Sangwoo and I also love the reason,

Sangwoo is SAVAGE! Literally. And Seungbae didn’t expect to face THIS:

Look at that COLD, threatening glare. I love how in the previous and the next panels, Seungbae is trying so hard to read him and he fails.

And then THIS IS THE MOMENT SEUNGBAE REALIZES WHO HE’S REALLY DEALING WITH:

Seungbae was even visibly shaking after this. Look how Sangwoo is blindly stabbing everywhere. He doesn’t care AT ALL about whoever that might be hiding there. Face? Eyes? Mouth? Neck? He doesn’t fucking care. I’ve seen a couple of posts saying Sangwoo doesn’t look powerful. BUT HONESTLY???? To me he looks like a wild, brutal animal. Another guy stepped into his territory and he’s getting rid of him with NO MERCY,

And you know the worst (best?) part? This savage animal is super intelligent and fast! You can’t threaten him, you can’t fool him, you can’t trap him and he’s even more dangerous when irritated or angered. He can read you but you can’t read him:

And here comes my fave part. Look how ruthless he is!!!:

Again he doesn’t care at all how he’s hurting the other person. Arms, chest, face, he just attacks mercilessly and he could cut anywhere and he’s attacking with all force, look at that grip and speed! Unlike Seungbae, He’s attacking to KILL. I don’t even think Seungbae is capable of attacking someone like this. Seungbae looking at Sangwoo’s determined and unsympathetic face in the second panel says it all. He didn’t think this through. He was thinking about catching a killer but didn’t expect to face such a ruthless man. 

Seungbae was terrified because now he knows what this guy is really capable of. And I just loved this a lot about this chapter.

[All images belong to Lezhin and the author/artist, Koogi]

Space Heater

Summary: When the heater goes out, you’re left freezing and unable to get warm. Luckily, Bucky might be able to help that.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1838

Warnings: none (unless you count being very cold), just fluffy, cuddly goodness!

A/N: AHHH I’m back!! This is my first crack at writing fanfic in like 4 months since I’ve been on hiatus, but I’m excited to get writing again! I wanted to come back with a fluffy one-shot (since those are relatively easy), so here you guys go! As always, I hope you enjoy!

Originally posted by apocryphalstories

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Shoutout to every woman who has ever seen a stranger crying and stopped to help her. To women who pretend they know someone at a bar to get her away from a creep. To women who stay with a stranger who is scared and too drunk in the bathroom. To women who have put their body between a girl and someone out to harm her. To women who get a friend home after she has been roofied. To women who have been in a fistfight when a man won’t keep his hands to himself. To women who are scared but send in their friend, the bartender, the bouncer. To the fact that each of those is a woman I know, most of them several women.

My friends and I saw a man chasing a woman and screaming at her. My friend who was driving pulled over hard and we threw open the door and said, “get in!” And she looked at a group of women and threw herself in, on our laps, crying and cold. We said we would take her home. She said he was telling her how he’d rape her since he bought her a drink at the bar.

If I hear one more time that getting free drinks is a privilege I will fucking scream.

Fairy Boyfriend

I got to do a commission for the wonderful, the amazing, the talented @trash-chan-art. She wanted a small boy to go along with her Halfling Rovil that I fell in love with.

   People come from far and wide to sample your produce. You’ve come into money you never expected all because of the fruits and veggies you grow. People say they’ve never tasted tomatoes so good, peppers so sweet. You’re all too happy to sell them at a good price too. There’s only one thing that bothers you. You have no idea how.

   You’ve always tried gardening and have always come up with the same results. Dead plants, Withering vines. Mealy fruit. Worm and bug infested produce. Gardening has never ever worked for you. Until now. Somehow your plants are lush and green. Your garden is the envy of all your friends and neighbors. You’ve had dignitaries pay you bags of gold for all your peaches. You want to answer people’s questions about your secret. But you don’t even know the truth yourself.

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Craving

Originally posted by jungkookandyugyeomwhores

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Genre: slight angst, smut, dom!yoongi
Warnings: sex, demeaning names, humiliation, degradation, unprotected sex, ass play, cum play


You did not know how to deal with that predicament. One part of you deeply wished you could figure it out while another part wanted to give up. Considering you had done everything you could not get jealous again, you sighed, your fingernails tapping against the kitchen counter as you ran one nervous hand through your locks.

“Where the fuck is my stuff?”

Grumbled Yoongi sleepily as an annoyed sigh crossed his lips, him fidgeting in the bags from your flat in the hope to find one of his sweatpants. You shook your head with a frown as you turned to him, irritation rising within you, raising the voice. After a silence, you realized how angered you sounded since you felt him spending more time composing music with Hoseok than you.

“I don’t know, Yoongi. Maybe you left it at Hoseok’s flat.”

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anonymous asked:

Can i request RFA reaction when they recieve news that MC is dead or in danger but than she's actually alive and well

I’m sorry this took so long, nonnie! I had to rewrite it because I didn’t like how it turned out at first, whoops. hopefully this is what you had in mind? if not, make sure to let me know! warning: there are slight mentions of death, dead bodies, hospitals, kidnapping, accidents etc. nothing graphic, though, but read at your own discretion anyway!

- Admin Cat Mom.

Yoosung

  • sunshine boy goes apeshit crazy right after hanging up the phone.
  • who on earth would dare to hurt such a precious being like you?
  • whoever the responsible for this car accident that took your life is… they are in big trouble.
  • his brain is not responding properly anymore.
  • and he just plain refuses to live in a world where you no longer exist.
  • he could’ve easily succumbed to his tears, and trembling hands and legs.
  • but oh, no.
  • he’s going to take matters into his own hands.
  • so he pretty much grabs his coat and leaves the apartment as fast as lightning.
  • somehow he’s at the scene in less than fifteen minutes.
  • and you’re there, the police and paramedics are there, and your car is there too.
  • your car is wrecked.
  • but you’re standing right next to it safe and sound, and your legs, arms and head are all in the right places.
  • you seem a little distressed, that’s all.
  • after staring blankly at the scene, he runs up to you and holds you tightly, rubbing your back and kissing your cheek multiple times to prove himself that you’re there and you’re alive.
  • “what in the world happened oh my god MC.”
  • “jumin is a bad influence please stop hanging out with him.”

Zen

  • he’s going to punch someone.
  • he’s also going to punch himself.
  • it’s weird enough that you haven’t come home in the past few days, and he has tried to reach you plenty of times but you’re not answering your phone.
  • now that he’s heard about the dead body that’s been discovered near a river (which description matches you almost perfectly) he starts panicking.
  • and he wants to die too.
  • instead of going to the police to make sure it’s not you, he spends an entire night looking for you.
  • because the mere thought of seeing your lifeless body would destroy every inch of his soul.
  • yes, zen has a strong body and soul, but not when it comes to the idea of you not being by his side.
  • after checking every damn corner of the city, he goes home feeling defeated.
  • he has a lot of missed calls and texts from the rest of RFA.
  • does he care at this point? not really, he doesn’t feel like answering to anyone but his dear MC.
  • when he opens the door, he’s surprised to see you sitting comfortably on the couch and going through your phone.
  • “MC? Where… where have you been?”
  • “you silly! I told you I was going out of town this weekend to visit my family. I even left you a message! because I didn’t have any signal there.”
  • oh, so that’s why even mr. trust fund kid has been calling non stop.
  • you spend the next day cuddling, and kissing, and talking—he feels so relieved that you’re not dead.
  • from now on you’re not allowed to leave this wreck of a man alone for more than a day.

Jaehee

  • her heart sinks to her stomach as soon as she hears the news.
  • you are her guardian angel, she said it herself.
  • you cannot leave just yet.
  • a relative/acquaintance of yours had called her that morning to let her know that you’re in hospital and things aren’t looking too great.
  • after all, you’ve been sick the past days, that’s a fact, and you weren’t taking care of yourself.
  • she scolded you a lot, but she also did her best to make you feel better.
  • still, she thought it was just a cold that would go away eventually.
  • it turns out now that your life is at risk?
  • on her way to the hospital, all she can think of is you lying on a bed connected to a hundred wires.
  • but she tries really hard not to focus on worst-case scenarios, takes a deep breath, and drinks her entire cup of coffee in one sitting.
  • staying calm and thinking straight, that’s all she gotta do.
  • she already has a contingency plan anyways, and jumin is more than ready to help with anything you need (he cares about your health as well).
  • when she arrives at the hospital, she’s surprised to see you on the entrance blowing your nose and looking like a mess.
  • a regular, definitely not on the verge of death kind of mess.
  • “jaehee, what are you doing here?”
  • she sighs in relief and gives you a hug.
  • you then explain that your relative/acquaintance tends to blow things out of proportion, that you’re just a bit sick and that’s all.
  • “for the love of god, MC, please take care of yourself.”
  • and… you have your very own personal nurse now.

Jumin

  • this man turns into a mess.
  • he knew it, he knew that he should’ve taken you to the airport.
  • he only let you convince him to go alone because you told him you didn’t like goodbyes, and that everything was going to be just fine.
  • the report on the news says otherwise.
  • the plane you took a few hours ago has crashed.
  • he sits calmly on the couch and lets the information sink in, it takes a while.
  • an hour passes by, he should start making calls.
  • his rational side is telling to send help, helicopters, anything in order to save you and bring you back home safe.
  • his sense of revenge is telling him to sue the airline, find the culprit of this injustice, and make them pay.
  • but his body is not responding to his orders, he’s gone completely numb.
  • how could you, MC? how could you leave him like this? you are his source of happines and stability.
  • god… his clothes start feeling way too tight, he’s having trouble breathing.
  • and then, when he’s about to call assistant kang, his phone rings.
  • your name showed up on the  screen. “hello? jumin? I don’t know if you’ve heard about the plane crash—”
  • like a sweet lullaby, your voice soothes him instantly, so he clears his throat and manages to say only one thing: “MC, I am so glad you’re well.”
  • you had lost the flight and decided to wait for the next one as you didn’t want to bother jumin, but after hearing about the accident, you thought it was best to return home and postpone your trip.
  • he refuses to hang up the phone until he’s there because yes, he’s going to pick you up (feat. good ol’ driver kim).

Seven

  • he knew something like this would happen sooner or later.
  • just when he starts feeling like he can live a normal, happy life, someone decides to take you away from him.
  • with the amount of enemies he’s gained through his job as an agent, he should’ve know.
  • yet there he is, in shock, sweating, and feeling extremely nauseated.
  • he’s panicking so much he forgets for a moment that he’s a skilled hacker.
  • he doesn’t know what this person that took you wants because the message they left was too vague, but he’s going to find out one way or another.
  • even if it costs him his life.
  • the only problem is that he can’t seem to focus and he’s making mistakes left and right.
  • MC please be okay.
  • he keeps picturing you locked in a filthy basement, tied up, scared and alone.
  • that is until you finally showed up—you were buying groceries.
  • prepare yourself for a tacklehug.
  • wait, if you’re here and you’re well, what’s up with this weird message?
  • wrong number? a distasteful prank? 
  • he’s baffled and doesn’t understand what’s going on.
  • then decides to dig into it later and increase security, you can’t take threats like this lightly.
  • he’s a clingy mess for the rest of the day and does everything you ask him to, he even cleans the living room and eats a proper meal.

V

  • this sweet, selfless man just can’t catch a break.
  • it took him so long to heal his wounds and allow himself to love someone healthy and good for him.
  • a building has caught fire and collapsed, and not many people made it.
  • the same building you say you were going to.
  • he hasn’t heard anything from you yet, and you’re not answering your phone.
  • so he calls every person he knows and does everything he can to find the tiniest bit of information about the fire and the survivors.
  • his efforts are useless.
  • his chest is hurting so much? he doesn’t think he can take it?
  • all he can do is hold his head in his hands, bite his lip and quietly swallow his tears, because he knows how much you hate to see him sad.
  • and as expected, he blames himself for it.
  • it should have been him.
  • you didn’t deserve such a horrible death, let alone such a short life.
  • after all, you brought so much joy into his life.
  • when it seems like he’s lost all hope, the door opens.
  • it’s MC!
  • you swear you’ve never seen him smile so brightly, like he’s witnessing a miracle of some sort.
  • he asks you where you were and you explain that your job interview was cancelled, so you weren’t there when the building caught fire.
  • he holds you so tightly he leaves you gasping for air, but you don’t complain and instead comfort him with tender kisses.
Tantalizing: 02

Originally posted by jikookfantasy

Tantalizing: 01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08
Ship: Jungkook | Reader
Description: Back in high school, you were nothing more than a nerd Jungkook wanted to deflower, to get a good fuck from. When he sees you at the club, though, things have changed drastically, and his dominance starts to teeter on the edge.
Warning: Sub!Jungkook, Orgasm Denial, Degrading Names, Exhibitionism, Masturbation
Word Count: 4,706

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I’d just like to take this opportunity to thank someone who is not only responsible for planning all of this tonight, complete with a Rastafarian theme that you all embraced so heartily, but who is also the mastermind behind solving tonight’s crime.I know, it’s true, I’m the psychic, but oftentimes, my revelations are nothing but cryptic mess.Tonight, for instance, all I could see was scenes from Pretty in Pink, a giant rhombus, and a t-shirt that read “Soccer Moms are Easy.” Now, I don’t know what these things mean, but Gus is somehow able to shape them into cold, hard evidential facts. But that is not what makes him great. No, sir. Burton Guster has been my best friend since we were five. And maybe, just maybe, if any of you can look yourselves in the mirror and know that you’ve been half as good a friend to someone else as Gus has been to me, well, you too can be considered great.

Illegal (Part 1)- Park Jimin Racer!AU

Originally posted by kpophott


Genre: Fluff/ Comedy/ Angst

Pairing: JiminxReader

Word count: 6.002k

Summary: During your staying in your grandmother’s house you meet Jimin and discover the night life that’s beyond the calm appearence of the town.


“Don’t worry about her, she is safe with me. Now go before you’re late!” Your grandma shouted from the front porch.

You could see your father face by his the reflexion on the car’s mirror. He tryed to look not affected, all tough and unbothered, but you knew best. The minute he would drive off and pass the town’s sign, he would burst into tear and start sobbing like there was no tomorrow.

It wasn’t just him who felt uneasy about this whole situation, you did too. Since your mother left you two alone, without any previous warning, that your dad had never went back to being how he was when she was still present. Now, he was always too focused on work, to the point where you would have to force him out of his office to eat or to just lay on a bed and close his eyes for a few seconds . But you didn’t judge him, though, you knew that that was the way he used to cope with the pain he felt.

It was your grandmother who convinced you to come and stay with her for a while, saying it would be for her since you two could spent more time together, and, at the same time, it would make your dad a bit more independent for when your classes at the university finally start. It sounded good to you, a nice way to clear your head from all the stress that you felt with your whole dad situation and exams, so you took her offer.

“He will be okay, he is stronger that you think he is, Y/N.” She said, caressing your arm and leading you inside, towards the kitchen.

Her house had a very nice aura to it, very cosy and bright, filled with all types of flowers everywhere. Since you grandmother loved gardening, having plants around her house and become a must.

“So, now that I get the chance to get you all to myself, how do you feel about us baking some cookies? The chocolate chips ones? Your favourite?” She asked and your stomach growled in response.

“Sounds good to me.” You laughed.

You turned on the television, to have some background noise, since it helped you to not overthink this whole situation and to not wonder way to far on your thoughts. Usually when you overthink things it would only got worse, for you that is.

Everything is going to be fine. It has to.

“Honey” Your grandma called from the kitchen, while holding up some tools and ingredients “I realized that we are missing the chocolate bits. Could you go to Mr.Crumberry’s shop and get me some of them? There are some coins on the table if you don’t have enough money.”

“Sure thing, it’s still the last shop on the left, right?” You asked, getting up from your spot on the couch and taking the coins with you. She hummed in response as you kissed her cheek and promised to come back quickly, closing the door behind you, carefully, to not make much noise.

Outside was a bit windy and not many people could be seen. The town wasn’t very big itself but, it had a lot of people around your age and a bit older too. You weren’t familiar with any of them, though, since you barely came here.

In general, you never had many friends due to the fact that you always were busy with university or taking care of your dad, by making sure that he was taking good care of himself, which left not much time to hang out with other people. The only person that you still found the time to be around was Taehyung, a guy who you had met a few years ago and apparently lived right down the street from you. You two had become friends in a strange manner, mainly because he never stopped bugging you, appearing always by your side during lunch time, making rather random visits in your house and bringing you the latest movies for the both of you to see them together. So, you decided, “if you can’t beat him, join him”.

From the minute that you introduced him to your dad, they became great friends as they both shared a passion of finding new animal species. Not the wisest decision you’ve ever made. Let’s just say that you came home one day to find a bunch of different hamsters on your couch.

You were so absorbed in your thoughts from your hometown that you didn’t even notice the small salience on the side walk, which caused you to trip. You closed your eyes, prepared to collide to the ground, but meting a softer surface instead. Someone’s chest.

“Hey there, careful” A raspy voice said. The person had his hands around your arms, securing you against him. He smelled like mint and cigarettes, and a small pinch of cinnamon.

“I’m so sorry.” You apologized, stepping back. You started to blush when you realized he still had his hands around you, and even with the small space between you two, you could still feel your heart pounding against your chest. “Are you okay?”

“I should be the one asking you that.” He said, laughing. The first thing you noticed about him was his orange hair. It was an unusual thing to see, very strange, yet he still managed to be one of the most handsome guys you have ever seen. You met his eyes, only to notice that he was already looking at you, giving you one of those smiles that were so bright that made the sun’s light look like absolutely nothing when compared to it.

“I’m Jimin, by the way. Park Jimin.” He added, noticing that you hadn’t responded.

“I’m Y/N.” You shook your head and smiled, trying to distract yourself to not stare at him.

“Well, Y/N, you are not from around here, are you?” He asked, cocking his head to the side, examining your features.

“No, actually I’m not. I’m staying here for some time, at my grandma’s. And I know that I said it before but I’m really sorry that I bumped into you. I had to go to Mr.Crumberry’s shop to find some chocolate bits for my grandma but I got distracted and- ” You rambled. He tucked the hair behind your ear and you stepped back, surprised, only to stumble on that same piece of the sidewalk. Great. Just great. There was no way you were ever going to get out of the house with these pair of shoes again.

“Seeing that you are always falling, do you need company to make sure you get to your grandma’s house intact? I would hate myself if you fell again and I wasn’t there to catch you” He said, winking at you.

“Are you trying to seduce me? Because that isn’t working”

“Are you sure? Because I swear that when I do this” He took a step closer to you and lowered himself, whispering into your ear “I can hear your heart starting to race.”

You rolled your eyes but you couldn’t deny the fact that what he was saying was true. You just had this feeling that he was one of these cocky people and that only admitting that to him would only make his ego grow bigger.

He laughed at your reaction and brushed his hand through his orange hair. You looked at the watch that you had on your wrist and realized that it had passed more time that it seemed, and that your grandma may get anxious if you don’t get home quickly. After all, the shop wasn’t far away from her house.

You started walking towards the store and noticed that he was still right beside you.

“So, Y/N, tell me about yourself.” He said after a while of you two walking side by side.

“What about me?” You asked.

“I want to get to know you.” He said after taking a deep breath. That question made you nervous, mainly because no one ever asked you that, because no one ever cared that much.

“You do? I’m warning you I am a pretty boring person with a very boring life. There is nothing interesting about me.” You say as the both of you get inside the store. You greet the old bald man that is on the other side of the counter while Jimin just waves at him and sends him a small smile.

The store isn’t very big, so you won’t take long to find what you want. The last time you had been here was years ago, and knowing that everything was still on the same place comforted you.

“I don’t believe that. Let’s see, for example… What’s your favourite colour?” He asked adjusting one of his many rings that he had on his hand.

“I don’t have one.” You answered, shrugging.

“What? What do you mean you don’t have a favourite colour? Everybody has got a favourite colour. That’s like the basic requirement for being a human being.”

“Basic requirement?” You laughed, picking up a package of chocolate bits from one of the shelves. “It’s just a colour”

“Just a colour? Whoa. You just hurt me, I hope you know that.” He faked a hurt look and stepped back dramatically while you walked to the counter. You handed your grandma’s coins to the man and said goodbye, politely. Through the window you could see that the sun was starting to go down, a very pretty view actually, but you don’t have the time to enjoy it as you have to get home as quickly as possible.

The cold air hits your face when you get out of the store and you shiver, closing your jacket a bit more. Jimin, however didn’t seem very bothered by the cold, as he continued to walk normally and talking to you, gesticulating theatrically over the fact that you didn’t have a favourite colour.

“I still can’t believe you don’t have one.” He said, shaking his head in disappointment. He seemed to think hard for a bit and then snapped his fingers like he just had the most brilliant idea ever  "You know what? You just gave me a mission.“

“I, what?” You stopped walking, giving him a confused look.

“You just gave me a mission. From now until the day you leave, I have the mission to make you have a favourite colour.” He said. Jimin sounded determined and you got the feeling that he was one of those people that always got what they wanted, so you didn’t object.

You may not admit it to anyone, and not even yourself, but you liked talking to him and you looked to know that he cared about you, even if it all was because of a stupid colour. He was very carefree and completely different from the people that you had met so far in your life, like a breeze of fresh air.

You two continued to talk during the rest of the way to your grandmother’s house. He would, occasionally, try a pick of line on you but you would always dodge him of, which resulted in him laughing at your reactions. You would, however, blush at his words every now and then, and he must have noticed that because he started joking with you.

“Ha, Y/N, are you blushing?” He said, pinching your cheeks with his fingers.

“What? No, I’m not” You lied, moving faster away from him. “It’s hot, that’s all. Are you really following me all the way home?”

“Of course. You know, my mother always told me to follow my dreams” You rolled your eyes at his corniness.

There could be seen a few people walking around the town and some others sitting on their balcony talking to one another. They seemed so close with each other, the complete opposite to your life in the city, where they wouldn’t even stop to great you.

When you saw the house a few meters away from where you were you couldn’t help but to feel a bit sad that this was all over so quickly. You stopped in front of the gate and pointed at the house.

“This is it.” You said.

Even though the town is small you couldn’t help but to be afraid that you may never see him again. You didn’t quite knew why you felt that why, you just did.

Wow.

How did you get so attached to him in just a few minutes?

“I know your grandma!” He suddenly realised “She is a really cool lady. I remember she gave me some of her cookies. Wait… That was for what the chocolate bit were needed?” He asked, his eyes glinting. You nodded in response, laughing.

He sure has heck seemed to really enjoy those cookies.

There was a bit of a silence for a while, while you two standed in front of the gate. He kept fiddling his fingers, like a nervous habit it seemed, while you played with the package that was in between your hands.

“Well, looks like I have to go. It was nice seeing you, Jimin” You said goodbye to him, walking up the little garden that your grandmother had in front of her house.

“Hey” He shouted, like he had just remembered something “Tonight I’m doing something and I really wanted you to come and see. And maybe… you could bring some of those cookies with you?”

“So, basically you just want me to take you the cookies?” You laughed.

“How did you know? I’m I that obvious?” He joked. “But no, I really want you to go. Do you know where the bridge is?” You nodded. “Well, meet me there around ten thirty. You will have a lot of fun, I promise.”

“Okay, I will see if I can go.” You waved at him from the front porch as he walked way, backwards while smiling at you.

“Ten thirty, don’t forget!” He yelled. You stayed there, still, watching him walking away.

You cleaned your feet on the red carpet and open the door, only to find your grandma sitting on the couch watching “The Price Is Right” and swearing at the people on the television.

“How can they not know that it costs 9.75? Are you dumb? Boy, when I go to church I will pray for you” She mumbled to herself.

The moment she noticed you standing behind her, holding the package in between your hands, she turned the television off and run to you, hugging and pacing you back and forth.

“God, you are finally here. I was so worried, what took you so long?” She questioned you, worried.

“Nothing I just found someone on the way and lost track of time. Now that I’m here, how about we do those cookies you were talking about? I’m so hungry” You said, and your stomach growled.

“Someone, huh?” She winked, picking up the package of the chocolate bits that I had brought from the kitchen counter. “Who is the lucky man?”

“Grandma… It’s nothing like that. We are just friends, if you could even call it that. I just met him today.” You picked up the tray and greased it with butter so that the cookies wouldn’t stick.

“If you say so… But who is he?” She asked, excitement evident in her voice.

“Park Jimin.”

“Oh, Jimin!” She said. Her reaction was the same of when someone mentioned Elvis Presley or Bob Dylan, he must be very important to her. “He is a very unique guy, isn’t he?”

“Indeed. He was very surprised that I didn’t have a favourite colour. He said he it was his mission to make me have one or something.” You laughed. He sure as heck was different “How do you know him?”

“Hum… Your grandfather and him where very close. When he… passed away…” She stopped and you continued to knead the dough. Talking about your grandfather was a very touchy subject for her, and if Jimin was as close to him as she said he was, he definatly was someone special. “He visited me every two days to check on how I was doing and of course, to ask me if whenever I would bake again I could give him some of my pastries. But, why did you ask me about him?”

“He… he invited me to meet him by the bridge tonight, he said he wanted to show me something. And I wanted to know if he was trustworthy or not. And since you said you knew him…” You rambled. You opened the first cabined and took out the stars shaped object to cut the dough.

You felt a bit uneasy when talking about this to her, since you came here to spend some time with her and not other people. And much less to have a romantic interest.

If Taehyung was here right now, he would make fun of you. Who would say that the same girl that refused to accept to have a friend was now thinking about romantic interests with someone?

“You have a date?” She asked, happily.

“It’s not a date.”

“Yes, yes it is. My granddaughter has a date! You are growing up so fast” She sobbed into your shoulder.

“Grandma, I’m in college already. I’m not a kid anymore.” You laughed.

“I know, I know. There is no need in reminding me of that. Now go take a shower! By the time you are done the dinner must be ready. Now, go! Don’t you have somewhere to be?” She shushed you out of the kitchen with her oven glove.

“Alright, alright.” You responded. You climbed up the stairs and went to the bathroom to turn the hot water on. Getting rid of your clothes you hop in and close the curtain.

You take your time washing your hair and body, thinking about if you should actually go and meet Jimin by the bridge. You wanted to, that was true, but you still had your doubts. However, those had nothing to do with him, you were just afraid of getting too attached, since the last time you did so your mother had left.

Your grandma was right, you though while you took the shampoo out of your hair,  he sure was unique. You mean, who the heck would make a mission to make someone choose a favourite colour? But you liked that about him, it made him stand out, it made him different from the others.

You turned the water shower off and wrapped one towel around your body and another one around your hair. You stepped carefully out of the shower, to the carpet and took out one comb from one of the low cabins and brushed your hair, wrapping the towel more closely to your body in fear of it falling off while you stretched your arms.

Getting to your bedroom, you change your clothes and blow dry your hair. You see you phone standing on your bed and click on it, seeing that you have three missed calls from your dad. Not a good sign.

“Dad? Is everything alright?” You say into the phone’s speaker. “Dad?”

“Y/N, sweetheart how are you?”

“Fine, how about you? Did you have dinner already? Do I need to call Taehyung to bring you some food?” You said, concerned.

“Jesus, I’m fine. I had some leftovers that were laying around in the fridge, don’t worry. Is everything okay with you? I called you three times and you didn’t pick up any of them.” You could hear some papers falling on the ground on the other side of the line, indicating that he was in his office, working. Gosh, did that man ever stopped working?

“I was showering.” You take your phone away from your ear and notice that there is already nine thirty p.m.. Your grandma must have the dinner ready by now. “Hey, I got to go now, I’m going to eat now. Take care of yourself, okay? If anything call Taehyung, you have his number and he lives nearby.”

“Okay, okay. Don’t worry about me, go and have your dinner. I will call you tomorrow, bye” He ended the call and you left the bedroom, closing the door behind you.

You stepped down the stairs, with the dirty clothes from before on your hands, to find a delicious smell on the air: you had almost forgotten of how good your grandmother’s cooking was.

“There you are!” She said, picking the clothes off your hands and throwing them at the laundry basket that was laying around on her kitchen “Come and sit, you have somewhere to be in an hour, don’t you?” You were already feeling sorry about telling her about it.

She mentions for you to seat in front of her, as she bring the mashed potatoes to the table. She tries to ask you more questions about Jimin when you start eating, and make some suggestions about him and you, which you try to dodge every time. You tell her that you father called and she could feel the worry in your voice, about him being so far away all by himself.

“Don’t worry, he is going to be alright. It may not seem like it but he had become stronger since… you know.” She said.

“Yeah, I’m just scared for him, that he might do something crazy and I’m not there to take care of him.”

“You are a good person Y/N, your father is really proud of you. And so am I.” She smiled. You continued to eat in silence after that touchy subject. You hated to talk about your mother or even think about her.

She had run away with some painter when you were twelve and your father had never fully recovered from that. The worst part wasn’t that he had left without a warning, it was the fact that she didn’t even bother to call you, to check up on you. You were her daughter after all.

As you took one last glass of water the clock strikes ten p.m. and you grow more anxious. Your palms start to get a bit sweaty and you pinkie finger starts to move nervously.

You help your grandmother with the dishes, a job that she was very much unhappy for you to be doing, especially at a time like this, but you needed to stop thinking about it and doing other things was what helped you more. She put some music from her old radio on the background and the two of you danced while cleaning up the table.

This was one of the things that you liked the most about her, the fact that she could transform one of the most simple tasks in the funniest thing ever. You sang and moved all around while putting the glasses back on the cabinet.

“Crap.” You whispered. It was already ten twenty five and there was no way that you were going to be there in time. You had been so distracted by all the dancing and singing, that you forgot to check the clock.

You ran up and down the stairs, putting your shoes on and adjusting the clothes that you were wearing in hopes of trying to look a bit more decent.

“Take some cookies to give to Jimin” Your grandmother said, calmly, while you walked frantically from one side to the other. She opened the door for you and extended you her hand that had a little blue box filled in them filled with the chocolate chips cookies.

“Don’t worry I could never forget the cookies.” You screamed as you run down the road.

You moved your feet as fast as you could, and secured the blue box on your hand, with the fear of letting it fall. The wind was blowing the air out of your face and you could feel your legs starting to become sore. Your brain was screaming for you to stop but your legs just kept going and going and going.

It took you some time to see the bridge since it was being blinded by the huge amount of lights that were around it. It wasn’t normal for that to happen, or at least that was not how you remembered it.

You walked to the parking lot that was by the bridge and you came across tons of people around multiple cars that were parked in the parking lot. They were talking cheerfully, some with bottles of booze in their hands that they passed among them and some others smoking cigarettes. They were standing all around the cars and by the theme of their conversation that you could grasp they were talking about… races?

You turned your head from side to side, looking for Jimin but you, unluckily, didn’t find him. You even asked some girls that were standing together near the yellow car if they had seen him around here or something but they had said that he hadn’t arrived yet. Some of them acted strangely when you mentioned his name but you brushed it off, maybe they had just reacted that way because you were new here, or even because of the way you were dressed.

Unlike them you weren’t wearing shorts or jean, but a very pretty floral dress. Which wasn’t your best decision, because if it would start to get windy you would have to give a Marilyn Monroe vibe.

You walked away from the crowd of people and standed alone against one of the lamps that illuminated the parking lot where you were, hoping that Jimin would eventually show up.

“Y/N!” You heard a voice saying your name and a pair of arms being wrapped around your waist. You jump slightly and you hear him chuckle in your ear.

“You scared me” You say, stepping away from him and putting a hand on your chest. Your heart was pounding against your ribcage and you didn’t know if it was because he had scared you or because of the way he had wrapped his arms around you.

Behind him were three guys that were laughing at both of your reactions. One of them had green hair, the middle one was blonde and the last one had brown hair. Their features were soft and they seemed to be nice people, or at least that was what you were expecting them to be.

They standed a bit far off from you and Jimin and you could help but to think if he had told them anything about you.

“I was afraid that you had changed you mind and decided not to come.” He said, wrapping one arm around your shoulders. You were walking in the cars direction and you felt a huge will of asking him about why he had brought you here and especially, what was all of this, but you didn’t. You had this feeling that he wasn’t going to tell you anyway, like he would say something along the lines of “just wait, you will see”.

“And you felt sad?” You joked.

“Of course. If you didn’t come that meant that I couldn’t have these amazing cookies that you grandmother baked” He said while taking the little blue box out of your hands.

You suddenly thought about what she had said, that all of this was supposed to be a date. A part of you wanted this to be one but the other one didn’t, it was all a lot of mixed feelings and you were afraid that the part that did, would win. You just weren’t ready to get hurt again.

“Why am I not surprised” You laughed. He pulled you even more closed to him, with one hand still wrapped around your shoulders, while the other took out a pack of cigarettes out of his back pocket and put one of them on his mouth.

“Smoking is bad for you, you know?” You said, looking right into his eyes.

“Yeah, a lot of people have been telling me that.” He said.

“And why do you keep doing it?” You asked.

“Because it’s an addiction. Or maybe because the right person hasn’t asked me yet” You blushed at his words. You couldn’t help but to think if this was about you.

“Could you just not smoke this one?”

“Why not?” He furred his eyebrows.

“Because each cigarette takes away eleven minutes of your life.” You answered . However, the next thing that you said completely surprised you. And him too, by the look on his face. “And that are eleven minutes less that I can spend you”.

He stared at you for a long time, with an unreadable face, when the corners of his mouth started to go up and he was smiling. He smiled a lot when he was around you and you liked that.

He took the cigarette out of his mouth and threw it on the ground, stepping on it.

“If you put that in that way, I guess that it’s better if I get rid of the whole package then”. That made you smile, a really widening smile, that ones that you almost never gave to people. Your grandmother was right, he surely was someone special.

“My grandma said that you were very close with my grandfather” You said after a while.

“Yes I was. Your grandfather was a man that knew a lot of things. In fact, before he… hum… passed away, he taught me some of them” He was talking at the same at that he was observing the people that were chatting to their friends. He was watching them  so closely, that it almost looked like he was studying them. His orange hair was pushed back showing off his forehead and he was wearing sunglasses that were laying around his neck, backwards, even though it was night time and the sun had already gone down. His black leather jacket tighten around his back and arms when he crossed them, making his muscles stand out even more. And now, under the dim light that was upon us he was even more exquisite.

“What type of things?” You asked, curiosity taking the best of you.

“Well, you want to see them?” He said, cocking his head to the side. You nodded in response. and He then started to walk away from you and towards one of those cars, the black one.

“Namjoon!” He screamed, loudly, in the middle of the crowd. “Remember that bet we made? How about we do that now?” The people that were scattered around the parking lot started to gather around Jimin, and a tall guy with brown hair appeared in the middle of it, stepping in front of him.

You standed back, watching the whole scene, not knowing what was going to happen next. However your feet started to move involuntary into the middle of the crowd as well, where one of his friends, the green haired one, joined you by your side.

Namjoon and Jimin both got inside their cars and positioned then at the same level and distance to make sure none of them had an advantage on the other. A girl walked into the middle of the road, and then stopped in between the two cars, with a white flag between her hands that were stretched above her head. Jimin and Namjoon adjusted the mirrors and turned on the engines whose sounds were started to grow louder and louder.

Inside the car Jimin relaxed himself into the seat and his eyes started to search for you in the crowd. When they met yours he winked at you and then focused back on the road, making your heart skip a beat.

“Be careful” You whispered, even though you knew that he couldn’t hear you. You didn’t even know who you were saying that to, him or youself.

“I don’t know what is so different about you” The green haired guy said over the loud cheers that the crowd was giving and the tickling of the bottles against each other’s. “He talks about you a lot, which isn’t normal for him. He normally doesn’t care about girls. At least not anymore. But you… I can’t quite put a finger on it”

“What? How do you mean that I’m different?” You asked.

“You made him throw away a package of cigarettes. We, who have been friends with him for years now, have tried to make him throw away one cigarette. One. And we never got to do that. In twelve fucking years.” He said. He had a cold expression, and his tone was a bit harsh, but you could tell that it was only because he seemed to care a lot for him.

As you were about to respond the girl threw the white flag down to the ground and they started to drive off as fast as they could. The crowd screamed louder and louder as they distance themselves even more far away from you.

It was calm for a few minutes, with none of the cars in sight, nor the lights. But it didn’t took long as they both appeared riding the cars into your direction, or even better, the headlights did.

They kept driving faster and faster towards the winning post, side to side, making it impossible of knowing who was going to win. However, on the last second Jimin was able to speed up even more and passed Namjoon’s car, getting to the goal first.

Jimin’s friends went crazy, shouting and dancing everywhere, while Namjoon’s backed away, ashamed of losing the bet.

You found yourself clapping, happily too, and cheering him on.

“I swear that there was something wrong with the engine” You heard Namjoon saying as he got out of the car.

“Don’t lie, man. We both know that it was completely fine. Just accept that I won.” Jimin said, rolling his eyes and brushing the hair off his forehead. “Oh, and don’t forget, cold water and no soap” He added, grinning, while he threw Namjoon his car keys.

“Y/N!” You heard him shout from the middle of the crowd.

“Here!” You said, swaying your arms around, in hopes for him to see you.

He came running to you, dodging some people that were congratulating him along the way and greeting another ones.

When he finally got next to you, he wrapped you in between his arms and lifted you off the ground as you smiled into the crock of his neck.

“So, what did you thought about it?” He asked, excited. His eyes were glinting and you could hear his heart beating fast from the adrenaline that he had felt.

“You were amazing, I’m -”

“Jimin?” You got interrupted by a soft, a feminine voice that belonged to a blond girl that was wearing a rather tight dark blue dress “You did a very good job in there. Got to say that you have evolved a lot.”

“Thank you, I like to think so too” He responded.

However, what she did next was completely unpredictable. She moved in between you and him and kissed his cheek. And you just stayed there, as you felt a pain in your chest.

What. The. Heck.

I love food (Richie x Reader)

Originally posted by imultifandomstuff

SUMMARY - Richie accidentally tells his girlfriend (the reader) he loves her but then uses an excuse to hide it.

WORD COUNT - 616

WARNINGS - Swearing and fluff 

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We Are Young: Deleted Chapter

Throne of Glass High School AU

Note: Here it is, the deleted chapter. This got cut from the actual story because it just didn’t fit with the flow, but I still wanted to share it with you guys. Technically, this chapter would have been chapter 12 - not the Rowaelin date chapter. So all this takes place between chapter 11 and chapter 12. Also, big shout out to @miladyaelin for giving this a quick edit for me! There will most likely still be some mistakes, as this didn’t go through the editing process these chapters normally go though. And some stuff may be repeated as I did add it to the main story, this is a different way. But I still hope you enjoy!

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Elide was happy to say she’d been feeling a bit better in the past few weeks.

Not 100% better, but better nevertheless.

She still held so many questions. She still went to bed feeling lost and went through her day feeling confused. But her talk with Aedion a few weeks ago really did help. And the couple of talks they’ve had since then weren’t that bad either.

She realized that sexuality isn’t something easy. It’s complex. There were so many things she didn’t know and had to continue to learn. But she was slowly starting to figure out who she was. She was starting to come to her own. Yes, there was still a long road ahead of her, things she still had to open herself up to, but she’d get there in time.

“I feel like I need to be wearing my skates,” Aelin said, gripping the railing as they walked up the front steps of the school. “There’s so much ice I’m scared I may actually fall and break my leg.”

“I’m sure your Uncles would love that,” Elide couldn’t help but laugh, especially as Aelin huffed, a cloud of cold air floating from her nose.

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Coming out to college friends (pynch)

I needed something cute and domestic, so here you go, guys! :) enjoy ♥

you can prompt me Raven Cycle stuff atm! AFTG prompts are pausing right now, but will most likely be reopened very soon. Thank you.

Read here on ao3/if you’re on mobile


It takes Adam a while to become friends with people at college, but it doesn’t take people very long to become friends with Adam Parrish, because Adam is the kind of person people are drawn to: polite and nice, calm and intelligent, with just the right bit of mystery to him. 

Of course none of his friends can compare to his friends back home. Noone ever could. But they’re alright. 

So, after the first semester is over, Adam has several friends. For one, his roommate Dave, who’s a bit of a nerd, a bit awkward, but genuinly nice, too. Also, Ava, who sits next to him in three of his classes and who would probably get along perfectly with Blue (she’s a vegan and only wears second hand clothes). Then, there’s Other Adam from weight class who Adam is friends with because, after realizing they share the same name, it had been inevitable to become friends. 

All of Adam’s friends have more friends, and so Adam ends up going to parties and meeting so many people. He even talks to them, too. Blue tells him how proud she is on the phone. “Look at you! Going out, meeting normal people! Good going!”. Adam tells her how they’re still his best friends and will always be, and he knows she’s just a little relieved to hear that.

The subject of Ronan Lynch comes up with Adam’s college friends, too, of course. 

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A very carefully curated list of Star Trek: TOS for my friend to watch.

 I have some faith that—if she was going to get into Star Trek:TOS—the following episodes will be her gateway drug. Posting it here so everyone can see my thought process.

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I saw the two first episodes of Miraculous Ladybug Season 2…

AND IM DYING! ITS ONLY TWO EPISODES AND SO MUCH HAS HAPPENED! ITS BETTER THAN I WOULD HAVE EXPECTED

LETS START WITH THE BIG PLOT TWIST

GABRIEL AGRESTE IS FREAKING HAWKMOTH. OMFG I KNEW IT I KNEW IT. HE TRIED TO SET US OFF IN “SIMON SAYS” BUT GUESS WHAT YOU FAILED. I SWEAR WHEN I SAW THAT, I COVERED MY MOUTH WITH MY HANDS. BUT IM SO MAD THAT I WAS RIGHT BECAUSE THAT MEANS THAT MY PRECIOUS SON HAS A VILLAIN FATHER

ALSO, GABRIEL IS SUCH A HORRIBLE FATHER. HE IS COLD, RUTHLESS AND FREAKING USES HIS SON. LIKE YOU JERK, YOU DONT DESERVE HIM. HE BLOODY LOVES YOU AND YOU JUST-

HE EVEN THREW HIS SON’S DRAWING ON THE FLOOR

AND LOOK AT ADRIEN’S REACTION

DOESN’T THAT BREAK YOUR HEART? DON’T YOU JUST WANT TO HUG HIM? HE IS TRYING SO HARD NOT TO CRY, ESPECIALLY SINCE LADYBUG WAS NEAR HIM

AJHIJHJSHJGSHGYE

YOU KNOW WHAT’S WORSE? THE FACT THAT NATALIE KNOWS ABOUT GABRIEL’S SECRET. YOU BLOODY SNITCH.

On a lighter note tho, Marinette is the one who figured it all out. What she did for Adrien when she confronted his father just so he could go back to school was really sweet. But let’s just take a second to laugh at the fact that she thought Adrien was Hawkmoth. Like:


LETS GET TO SERIOUS BUSINESS THO: ADRIENETTE DANCE. LIKE YOU CANNOT SAY THAT THOSE TWO DONT HAVE FEELINGS FOR EACH OTHERAFTER THAT. ADRIEN FREAKING LOVES MARINETTE, HE JUST DOESN’T KNOW IT YET. THE WAY HE SMILES AT HER, THE WAY HE UNCONSCIOUSLY FLIRT OR THE EXPRESSION ON HIS FACE WHEN ALYA (aka the best wingwoman ever) MOVED THEIR HANDS

*screams*

JUST FREAKING KISS

AND ABOUT CHLOE

DANG THAT WITCH

I’M SO HAPPY HE CALLED HER OUT. IT WAS KIND OF CUTE THA5 SHE TRIED SO HARD TO BE NICE JUST TO PLEASE ADRIEN. AND OH MY GOSH, WHEN SHE HELPED LADYBUG. I DIED. I HATE HER LESS NOW.

ALSO

MORE MIRACULOUSES AHHHHH

I can’t wait to see more of the season. Those two episodes killed me of happiness and I have a great feeling about it. I’m feeling too many emotions right now-

Sledgehammer

Chapter Eight

Previous Chapter

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader  |  Word Count: 2940
Warnings: Swearing, Angst, Violence

Song: Breaking the Habit by Linkin Park, cover by Jonathan Young (YouTube)


If there was one thing you were good at, it was running. No you couldn’t outrun Steve, you certainly couldn’t out run Bucky, but when you really wanted to kick it up a gear, you could give everyone else a challenge. So it came as little surprise when you found yourself standing in the garage not long after your heart had shattered, holding a motorcycle helmet in your hand. You’d run the length of the compound at speed, ignoring everyone who called out to you.

Staying was no longer an option. You couldn’t be here watching as Steve and Sharon got back together. You wouldn’t be able to stand it when everyone looked at you with pity, when Bucky said he told you so. You weren’t going to wait around for Tony to tell you you’d been transferred because you were so damn useless now that she was back.

Perfect, beautiful Sharon.

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Queen of the North

Just because I cannot get over the stupidity of some of the things in Season 7.


Sansa sat there tapping her finger against the armrest of her chair.  The ring she wore, something Jon had not seen before, making a muted noise as the metal hit against the wood.  His eyes slid over to the woman beside him, her hair gleaming silver even in the dim light of the great hall.  He was seated in the audience, in front of the head table where Sansa sat now in what was his chair, the Northern Lords having NOT welcomed the Targaryen queen as Jon had promised and in fact, had summarily deposed him in favor of Sansa who had not wanted the crown. However, she had accepted it or risk a fracture in the North caused by Jon’s short-sightedness.  The Great Hall was empty now, Sansa having asked the bannermen to leave them as she parlayed with the Dragon Queen’s party, of which he was now considered a part of.  That left a bitter taste in his mouth and he could not help but resent his sister a bit, though he knew Sansa had tried and managed to keep the support of the North behind him until they found out he had committed what they considered the ultimate betrayal.

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A continuation of “a short story in prompts


The teenager paused as they caught sight of the villain. It was time for their normal lesson but word had come from security that they were cancelled for the day, go home kid. Perhaps unsurprisingly - the teenager hadn’t gone home.
They didn’t quite expect the villain to stagger into their office, pale and grimacing with pain. Bloodied bandages spread over their shoulder.
“You’re hurt!” it blurted out. It occurred too, that if they were ever going to successfully murder their enemy, it would be now. The next second they were bent across the table with a knife pressed against their throat and - the villain’s expression cleared as recognition took over self-defense instinct.  
“God, it’s you. Didn’t someone tell you to go home? You shouldn’t be in here, I almost killed you.” The movements were less controlled than normal, more the vicious attacks of a cornered animal than mocking grace.
“You’re hurt.” They hadn’t expected to see them hurt.
The villain eased up and stepped back, jaw clenched. “Top of the class, junior. Excellent observation! Is the sight as much to your tastes as you’d hoped?”
No. No it was rather horrible actually.


“You’ve been avoiding me.”
The teenager froze in the doorway of their shitty flat, staring at the villain looking utterly out of place sprawled ever so casual on the sofa. They swallowed hard. Took one second to think of why they’d been avoiding the villain and the fact that it was none of the reasons one should avoid the man who killed their parents, and bolted. They couldn’t get how much they hadn’t wanted them injured out of their head. When did that happen? It was all wrong! About the time they ran into security and were bundled into the back of a car, they remembered very vividly indeed that this was a man with a reputation for ruthlessness and cold blooded murder. The windows were tinted. Anything could happen and no one would know!
The villain got in the car as leisurely as could be. “I am sure you can appreciate,” he said as if there had been no interruption. “That I am an extremely busy man and that my time is not given lightly. So. Tell me why I shouldn’t cut off a few of your fingers for wasting it, hm?”


“You really need to stop coming here whenever it pleases you. I’m in the middle of-” the villain stopped, taking in the look on the protagonist’s face.
“I’m sorry.” The teenager wrapped their arms protectively around themselves. “I didn’t know where else to go. I can - I can - I swear I won’t be any trouble - you won’t even notice me honest -”
“You’re babbling. Take a breath. Go to my office and wait there until I come and find you.” The villain gestured to one of their security to escort them. “Get them some - I don’t know - cocoa or something. A sandwich.” A look passed between villain and security and the teenager wondered for the first time what they’d interrupted.

{Reaction} Making out with EXO

Note: This includes some AU kind of things, so if things seem a little bit OOC it’s because I’ve turned it into a bit of an AU, just so I’m not writing the same thing. Sometimes some scenarios are hard to write for me, and I hate the thought of being repetitive and boring! >.< so yeah, please enjoy~ (thank you anon, for requesting!) Mami xx

Disclaimer: I don’t own the gifs/images used.

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Park Chanyeol

Originally posted by ohbaekhyuns

Snow scattered the streets of Seoul, a glittery white trail of snow and flakes falling in the dark sky. Your cheeks were flushed pink from the frozen air that surrounded you, and your hands were seeking warmth in your coat pockets. It was the first Christmas alone with your boyfriend Chanyeol. You’d spent the day messing around, having fun and playing with gifts you’d received. But now, you were wandering the chilly streets. Suddenly, Chanyeol stopped. He looked at you, that bright smile crossing his features. He stepped forward, his eyes childlike - they always turned that way when he was about to do something mischievous. You braced yourself, expecting a snowball to the face or something, but instead you felt the warmth of his lips against your cold ones.

Chanyeol: “Aish, Jagi. Why are you so cold?” *Hands you his jacket.* “Your lips are frozen too. Looks like it’s my joy as boyfriend to warm them up.” *Grins and leans in, turning what was supposed to be a small peck into a make out session, his hands joining yours to give them warmth.*


Do Kyungsoo/ D.O.

Originally posted by missdyoo

You and Kyungsoo sat inside the bedroom. You were reading him ‘The great Gatsby,’ a book that you both needed to study for an exam in a few weeks. Your throat was starting to feel scratchy, you’d been reading for at least thirty minutes, but you couldn’t stop now, not when you’d progressed so much. When you started, you and Kyungsoo had been sitting next to each other shoulder to shoulder. Now you were lying down, him on his side next to you, his arm under your head acting as a pillow, and he was tracing circles in your side with his free arm that was draped over you. You weren’t together, just a crush, but this felt so right, and you never wanted it to stop. You finished chapter 15, taking a breath, but before you could turn the page, Kyungsoo moved the book away before pressing his lips against yours. His lips occupied yours for a minute or so, you couldn’t be so sure, but it dawned on you. You were making out with Do Kyungsoo.

Kyungsoo: *Pulls away with rosy cheeks.* “Sorry.”

{y/n}: “Don’t stop…”

Kyungsoo: *Smiles* “Your reward for doing this for me.”

{y/n}: “Maybe we should study together more often, then.”

Kyungsoo: “Mhm…” *leans in to make out with you again.*


Byun Baekhyun

Originally posted by ohhsenshine

Drunk people stumbled around you, laughing loudly and obnoxiously as drinks were being spilled on the floor, making it slippery as you pushed past all the bodies. It was starting to get too clammy and too many people were turning up at this point. You weren’t drinking, you knew better than to get hammered before a 12 hour shift the next day. You were about to leave when you heard the sound of Byun Baekhyun, your boyfriend calling your name. Surprisingly, it wasn’t slurred, and he wasn’t stumbling like a complete dunce. It was obvious he was still cold stone sober. But he didn’t look happy, in fact he looked almost distressed.

Baekhyun: “Where the hell have you been? I’ve been looking for you!”

{y/n}: “I’m leaving now. I have work tomorrow.”

Baekhyun: “Wait!” *Pulls you back, pressing his lips against yours. He makes out with you for a few minutes before finally pulling away* “Take me with you, please. Don’t leave me here”


Oh Sehun

Originally posted by visual-jongdae

Sehun’s hands ran over the hem of your shirt, before going underneath the fabric altogether. His lips were attacking yours, hard and passionate as he caged you against the wall and himself. His lips moved against your expertly, his tongue gliding across yours. When you refused him entrance, he groaned, using his hands, cupping the skin beneath your bra to get you to gasp. He smirked against your lips, taking the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, like a battle for dominance. But as your fingers wrapped around the loops of his jeans, the bedroom door burst open, causing Sehun to groan in annoyance as he tore away from you.

Sehun: “What?!”

Jongdae: “Oh… now isn’t a good time? Yep, sorry. Bye.” *Awkwardly leaves*

Sehun: *Shoves you onto the bed.* “Now where was I?”  


Zhang Yixing/ Lay

Originally posted by alisvolatpropriis-es

The two of you were in the dance practice room. Yixing wanted to show you the new routine he’d made for the new Monster MV. you watched with admiration as he danced, his body moving in all the right ways (it was turning you on a little - but that wasn’t something you wanted to admit to.) Yixing stopped, grinning.

Yixing: “What do you think?” *walks over.*

{y/n}: “Amazing, Yixing! As always!”

Yixing: “You think so?” *Grinning, presses a peck to your lips. Then he pulls away, the two of you make eye contact for a few seconds until you’re both leaning in again.”


Kim Jongdae/ Chen

Originally posted by jongdeer

Rain danced on the pavement as it fell in droplets and bounced, puddles wetting your feet as you crossed the street, your best friend Kim Jongdae at your side. You were both dripping with water, but it didn’t wreck the grin on your face. Suddenly, Jongdae took your hand, pulling you into his chest before leaning in, pressing a kiss to your lips. The kiss felt almost magical as they moved against yours, sparks running through your veins. When you both pull away, he’s grinning, and so are you.

Jongdae: “It’s so wet out here.”

{y/n}: “As if you weren’t wet before we got out here.” *winks*

Jongdae: “Hey you, careful what you say, or I might have to dry you up then make you wet again when we get home.” *winks*


Kim Minseok/ Xiumin

Originally posted by mercuryica

Minseok watched as you laughed with Chanyeol, a mixture of rare emotions boiling up inside. Jealousy, annoyance, envy. As soon as Chanyeol, you approached Minseok, a bright grin on your face after your cheerful conversation with the happy virus. You started gushing about Chanyeol, but were cut dead suddenly as Minseok grabbed the collar of your shirt, pulling you in and pressing a long kiss to your lips.

{y/n}: “Jealous, Minseok?” *smirking.*

Minseok: “No, just claiming what’s mine.” *Glances over at Chanyeol, giving him a challenging stare.*


Huang Zitao/ Tao

Originally posted by littlehailang

Tao hated your ex boyfriend with a passion. Hated him while you were dating, and hated him even more now you two had broken up. Your ex had been a complete asshole. He cheated on you multiple times, and told you he wanted to have sex with other girls while you were still together. But in spite of all of this, you were still mourning the relationship, and that for Tao was so fucking frustrating. Why couldn’t you see you deserved so much better?

{y/n}: “It’s only been a week, how am I supposed to be over it so soon?”

Tao: “Because you deserve so much better!” *pulls you in and kisses you passionately. His arms wrapping around you as he makes out with you for the first time. He’s nervous, but you’re not pulling away, and that’s a good sign.*


Kim Junmyeon/ Suho

Originally posted by veriloquentmind

Junmyeon came home after recording a part of the Lotto MV with his makeup still on. You weren’t sure if he’d done it purposefully to turn you on, but it certainly did. You were sat on the safa, your fingertips pulling through his pink hair as he held your waist, gripping at your waist and massaging the skin as his tongue explored through your mouth in a heavy making out session.

{y/n}: “Maybe we should take this upstairs.”

Junmyeon: “I can’t wait that long.” *Pushes you back and gets on top of you.*


Lu Han

Originally posted by exofandom12

You were sat on your bed with Luhan. You were kissing, lips moving against each others in a beautifully synced dance. His hand was running across your leg on top of your jeans. He kept pulling on the loops at the top, silently telling you he wanted them to come off. You were about to oblige, until you heard the door open and a very hard tone clearing their throat. When you pulled apart, Luhan’s eyes widened and you gasped upon seeing you Father looking very unimpressed. Luhan stood up, dashing for the window. He turned back for one moment.

Luhan: “Hi sir, I’m Luhan. It might interest you to know your daughter calls me Daddy too.” *Smirks before making his great escape.*

Your father: “Hey! Get back here kid!”


Kim Jongin/ Kai

Originally posted by jngn-km

You were at a prom night evening, and soft music was playing in the background. You were on the dance floor with you boyfriend Jongin. you were dancing along to the soft rhythm of the song, swaying your hips in perfect sync as your lips were connected, moving against each other romantically as if you were the only two in the room. It felt like a lifetime by the time you had both finally pulled away. Jongin pressed his forehead against yours, smiling.

Jongin: “I love you {y/n}.”

{y/n}: “I love you too.”


Wu Yifan

Originally posted by duizhang-can-fly

You had been cast as an extra for a romantic movie. Your scene was during the final wedding scene where the two main characters were getting married. Your job was to dance in the background with another extra, who happened to be a very attractive man named Wu Yifan. The two of you danced, but midway through the song, your eyes met, and naturally you were both leaning in, and before you knew it, your lips were on his, kissing sweetly until you heard a very loud “cut!” being called.

Director: “You! {y/l/n} and Yifan! Stop looking more in love than the protagonists!”