make my feet go


I hope their relationship progresses to big sis and lil bro always making fun of each other vibe


prison break |   iconic quotes (the comedy edition)

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Am naem Pepper. Am black kitty great stealth mode, like to attack humons feets in dark. Mama brings boy frend to spend night. He ok. But he doesn't know am great stealth cat so when the light go out I make my move. I attack the feets and he screams like small humon. Mama and me laugh. Stealth cat 1- boy frend 0


Rain- Lucas friar

Requested: yes

An imagine where the reader breaks up with her abusive now ex-boyfriend & she goes tell the gang. Lucas has liked the reader since he met her & when he sees the bruises and blood on her he goes Texas Lucas on her ex. Make it fluffy please💕

Warnings: abuse, cursing

Takes place in college as it’s a more mature situation. I am aware that there are abusive relationships in high school but I just feel this would work better with them in college.

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It’s Just Business (Part 2/?) (Rogers/Stark x reader)

Part 1

“Well, I have to say, this is definitely a first for me,” Steve grinned nervously, watching his hands as they slowly turned the cup of coffee around and around to give him something to focus on and to pretend to be calm.  He had started this day of his renewed life completely alone and wandering the streets of Manhattan to find his way, and now here he was with you, looking back at him with genuine interest.  “But there’s no way that I’m letting you pay me for this.  A week of dates with a pretty dame like yourself?  That’s a win for me, doll.”

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Summer Boy || Jeon Jungkook (M) pt.04


Jungkook x reader

Genre: smut and a little angst

Word Count: 4,756

~ A bit on the shorter side but its all for good reasoning. Next chapter should be a good one! Enjoy ♡

Three weeks had gone by since my friends and I arrived at our summer home. We had grown close to the boys next door and to each other. I’ve tried to enjoy the times and memories we’re making. It was painful to think how quick the summer was going and if our friendships would last any longer.
Jungkook seemed to be the least one I’ve bonded with, oddly enough. It was ironic but it made sense; we still snuck around behind everyone’s back. When we greeted each other with a quick hug, his hand would wander just a bit too low. He occasionally brushed against my lower back when walking by.  He would text me from across the room at random times to let me know how much he wanted me. And the times his hand snuck up my thigh, rubbing at it when he thought no one was watching during dinner or a movie. But we never actually sat down and talked between the two of us.

I felt closer to Taehyung; who I ran into crying one night I was looking for Jungkook. Even though he tried to play off the ‘I’m fine’ card, my neutering instincts kicked in immediately. He found comfort in my way of speaking and understanding, sooner than expected, he opened up to me about what was bothering him. We sat there and talked for a couple of hours before Jungkook came into the room, after falling having been asleep on the couch.
I enjoyed Jungkook’s company but anytime it became more than flirting, I was the one to cut it off. It bothered him to a certain point, usually just shaking it off, but he never said anything on the contrary. He never questioned me why and that’s the way I wanted it to be.

It was early in the morning, the sun was nowhere near up, and I was tossing and turning in my bed. I wasn’t tired, I wasn’t hungry, and I could not fall asleep. Kicking the covers to the foot of my bed, I walked quietly into the kitchen. My feet were cold against the tile floor and my eyes adjusted to the fluorescent lights. I picked at the bread on the counter while looking at the clock over the stove.


I was definitely not getting any sleep; If I went back to bed now my sleeping schedule would be messed up for the summer. I turned off the light of the kitchen and walked to the back door. On the patio, I kicked off my sandals and grabbed a blanket by the fire pit, and walking down the steps to reach the sand of the beach. The moon was almost full and displayed high in the sky; the tides were coming in strong but at a steady pace.

I took a seat just before where the water came to its highest, with the blanket laid underneath me. The sound of the waves was relaxing and the water looked so pretty shining under the illuminating moon. The breeze carried the smell of the salt water throughout the shoreline and brought a small chill over my arms. I had my phone face down playing slow and gentle songs at my side. The tides came up and the water tickled my toes as I sat with my knees together and hands resting back. I was only wearing a thin sweater and some shorts because the night wasn’t cold but the wind was constant.

   “(Y/n)?” My heart stopped at the unexpected call of my name. I moved off my hands and turned behind me; a figure made itself towards me. Despite the darkness, I could make Jungkook’s figure walking over to me. He had a way of walking I could recognize and when he stepped close enough for me to see his face; he looked dream-like under the moonlight.

It was not until he stood next to me when I realized I was staring at him without saying a word. He was wearing a dark tee shirt and light colored joggers, barefoot with his hands in both pockets. I licked my lips and looked away back to the water that washed up.

   “What are you doing up? It’s like two in the morning…” I mumbled at him. Jungkook took a deep breath, sounding like he was stretching, and sighed.

   “Actually, it’s three already.” He said cheerfully, plopping down next to me on the blanket. He sat crossed legged beside me; his knee was brushing against my outer thigh as I stretched my legs down into the sand.

I solely replied with a slight hum while I leaned in and rubbed at my cool legs. With my legs stretched out, the water washed over them and made it almost to my ankle. I stare at my wet feet as the tide went back down and caught a glimpse of Jungkook looking as well. I dug my toes into the soggy sand, watching its compact structure crumble from my feet.

   “It’s a nice night,” Jungkook spoke again. I ran my hand up to my knee, flicking off the spots of sand stuck to my skin. “It’s usually a lot colder during this time.”

   “You come out here often?” I brought my knees back to my chest and laid my head sideways on them to look at him. He was playing with something in his hands, looked like he was picking it apart, before meeting my gaze.

   “Sometimes.” He shrugged, tossing away whatever it was he had in his fingertips. “I have trouble sleeping from time to time.”

The lack of conversation between us wasn’t awkward but it wasn’t very pleasant either. He wanted to talk but my strange insecurities and paranoia were beginning to scratch at the back of my head. Jungkook was hesitating; he wanted to see what I would do in response. I watched him lick his lips repeatedly, as he did when he was nervous, and his lips parted slightly every couple of seconds as if to speak.

   “I should probably go inside.” The words just left my mouth in a rush and I was up on my feet before I even had time to process them. Jungkook sighed at my words but didn’t make any movements to look at me on my feet. I was going to wait for a minute to see if he would but my anxiety decided against it. I bit my thumb and took a step to leave but Jungkook was quick to grab my arm and stop me. He held onto my wrist and looked up at me; he wore a stoical look on his face.

     “Stay with me.” My face felt warm and my arm tensed in his soft grip. “I wanna talk with you for once.”

He smiled at me slightly and with a cute pleading look in his dark eyes. I pressed my lips together and removed myself from his hold. He stayed seated, giving me space so that I could make a choice.

     “You won’t get much out of me Jungkook,” I warned him. He was willing to take anything he could from me so he nodded vigorously and excited. I was worried of what he wanted to talk about; what he would ask and what I would respond with.

    “I’ll make it easy for you,” He said turning himself to sit facing me, still with his legs crossed. “I’ll only ask you five questions.” 

   “Three.” He pouted and I crossed my arms at him. He squinted his eyes seeing if there was anything he could come up with.

    “Four.” He tried once again. He wanted me to agree to something and I was too tired to fight him on fewer questions.

    “Fine four but I have the right to refuse to respond to any of the questions,” I said and he agreed, as long as I answered four questions before sunrise. “And you have to answer your own questions too.”

I sat down beside him once again, facing him like he was me, with our legs crossed and a bit of space between us. I ran my hands over the goosebumps on my arms and watched as Jungkook thought for his first question. His eyes quickly lit up and he looked back over to me with a smile on his face.

   “What type of alcohol do you like to drink?” I laughed a bit and shook my head. That was a random question and not the kind I expected.

   “Well, I drink on really rare occasions…” I started biting my lip while thinking back to the few times I have drunk any liquor. “I never drink anything without mixing it; I guess whiskey and coke.”

   “Jack Daniels?” Jungkook asked and I simply nodded. He smiled a bit shyly as if he approve my answer. “I’m more of a gin type of drinker… Japanese gin is really good.”

I knew close to nothing about Jungkook. All of his friends were very different from each other and I didn’t know where he fit; he could be a straight A student or a complete blow off from school. He was difficult for me to read because he was like many people all at once. Every time I expect him to do one thing, he did the other.

   “That’s one,” I said keeping count. He looked around us, towards the house, and back at me with the next question.

   “In your last relationship, did y-”

“No.” I cut him off admittedly after hearing that first line. “Nothing about past relationships; I won’t answer those.”

He was a bit surprised by how serious my tone had changed. He stared me in the eyes, trying to see why I was so against it but he would get no answers.

   “Okay. How about this?” He accepted but was to reword his question to fit my new rule. “How many people have you slept with, not including me?”

I hesitated to answer this question simply because it was a bit embarrassing and uncomfortable. Though, the idea of Jungkook answering it as well had me curious. “Not counting you: two.”

   “Wow. Really?” I nodded and shifted uneasily. He stared at me like he didn’t believe me and I grew angry at the flustering I felt build on my cheeks.

   “What?!” I bit at him when he wouldn’t quit eyeing me like an idiot.

   “No, nothing.” He said quickly and chuckled. “I just thought the number would be larger.”

“Are you calling me a slut?!”

   “No! No!” Jungkook put his hands up in defense. “It just seems like you’ve had a lot of experience. You’re really good in bed (Y/n)….”

He scratched the back of his neck and ruffled his hair awkwardly. My face was surely a shade of bright pink but thank god it was still too dark to fully notice.

   “What about you?” I took in a deep breath, still refusing to make full eye contact with him. He grew a bit blushful as well, though I couldn’t see the color, I could tell by the way he looked down at the blanket and smiled away.

  “Um…not including you,” Jungkook licked his lips and threw a glance my way. “Maybe 4 or 5 girls.”

I actually expected the number to be larger as well. Though this was the number of partners and not the number of times having sex. Regardless I hated this question and was glad it was done with.


“Would you sleep with any of my friends if you weren’t with me already?” Jungkook didn’t even take the time to come up with this one, and also seemed strangely serious while asking.

I would be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about it. Of course, I would never do it but I did have a surprising dream about Jimin a couple nights back. But it was only because Bitsy had got into painfully great detail about his skills in bed. The rest of the boys were handsome but Jungkook was the only one I could see myself sleeping with at the end of the day. Jungkook would have to answer the same question about my friends. How would it look for me to no and for him to say yes?

  “I mean, I wouldn’t cause of you but, they all are pretty good looking,” I said casually, hoping to not come off clingy to only him. I knew me saying no would do wonders to his ego regardless.

   “Would you, though, if I weren’t here?” His voice had grown a bit lower and still weighty. “If I chose to not come with them this summer and you never met me?”

   “Is that your fourth question?” I furrowed my eyebrows at him, he was obviously upset but why? He was pressing on his question for a full answer. “What are you really trying to ask me Jungkook?”

He looked away from me and his hands tensed up on his lap. I could see him gulp at his throat and things began to make sense.

“You want to know if I would do this with anyone else?” He wanted to know if he was different to me. If there was something more than just fucking for us. That was exactly what I wanted to stay away from.

I pushed myself off the ground and he followed. Jungkook looked angry like he was going to lunge at me. I turned away and he grabbed my arm keeping me in place.

  “Where are you going?” He said holding me tightly.

  “You’re out of questions.” I shook my arm from his grip and continued to walk away again.

Though, he grabbed my arm again, this time actually pulling me back.

   “You didn’t answer.” He said through his teeth. He was holding me close and managed to put his other hand on me. “I have one more left.”

  “Let go of me.” I hissed under my breath since he was so close to me now. Jungkook looked me straight in the eyes, the moon was hitting the side of his face making his eyes shine.

   “Why are so scared to get so close to me?” I tried to release myself from his grip but he wouldn’t budge. His restraints made me irritated and weak in his arms.

   “Who said I was scared?” His hands moved from my arms to my waist.

“Your body is,” Jungkook bit his lip, eyes studying down my body. “look how you squirm in my hands.”

My breath hitched in my throat, as he moved his face closer to me and smirked. His entire nature changed when he wanted it from me. His aura affected me deeply and made me become someone I didn’t recognize; someone needy, weak, and submissive. My heart started beating harder as his fingers dug into my waist. Jungkook’s eyes shuffled from my eyes down to my lips, wondering if he should dare close the gap between us. I wanted to kiss him so badly; I wanted him to kiss me like he did when he wanted to eat me up.

Before I opened my mouth to provoked him any further, he shut my lips with his. I shut my eyes tightly, hating to admit that his mouth captivated me to the point in which I could not break away from. His lips kissed me passionately and tasted of longing lust. His warm large hand cupped my cheek and the hand on my waist pulled me with him as we stepped back onto the blanket.

My music was still playing in my side pocket of my shorts. A Lonely Night by The Weeknd was playing softly in the background, along with the waves of the water and our panting breaths.

    “I want you (Y/n).” Jungkook pulled my thighs on either side of his hips. He lowered himself onto the blanket with me straddling his lap. I gave in because I wanted to forget our previous conversation. So I quickly nodded and pulled his shirt over his head. I attached myself to his neck, running my tongue over the spots that made him groan. His hand was eager to slip into the front of my shorts; through the thin material of my underwear, he rubbed my core. His hand made me shudder as I pulled away from his neck to remove my sweater with no top under. The hand that wasn’t between my thighs ran up the back my leg to cup my ass and bring me closer to his crotch. He was quickly growing hard from under me and that stiffness was driving him crazy. The friction between our bodies was creating a lusting heat that ran through our blood and kept our hands on each other. Jungkook leaned me back to give himself more room to mess around with my clit. His two fingers dug into my folds and toyed with my sensitive skin to build up the wetness at my entrance. I moaned his name in a whiny tone as I fondled my own breasts through my bra. My nipples had gotten hard and sensitive while they brushed against the supporting cups. I could barely function with Jungkook touching me like this.

Though, I was becoming just as impatient as always. My hand ran down between us so that I could find the bulge growing in his joggers. I stroked him and felt him become hard as could be in my hand. I could feel the tip of his cock through the thin fabric and he wasn’t wearing any boxers. Jungkook struggled to move his fingers while I grabbed him; he grabbed my hand and brought it away from his crotch. I smirked at him but he covered it up by kissing me once again. I began to pant and whine against his lips as his fingers rubbed me at an incredible pace. My core began to miss the feeling of his skin rammed against mine. I bit his lips to stop the kiss and he opened his eyes at me; I begged him to hurry up before I lost my sanity. He grabbed my hands by the wrists and suddenly had me falling back onto the blanket. My hands were pinned above my head while Jungkook trailed wet kiss throughout my neck; his hips were grinding into my core making me lose my breath.

   “Stop rushing into it.” Jungkook’s voice was breathy and deep and he continued to suck on the thin skin of my throat. His hips rocked into mine at an almost musical rhythm and made me groan each time I felt his dick pressing against my folds. “Let me be good to you.”

I whined because I could feel his hardness through our clothes and I swear I was dripping through my panties already. Jungkook moved up, giving me a small warning before letting go of my hands. He took his lips in mine and allowed his hands to roam the upper half of my body. The straps of my bra were pulled off my shoulders by his hands, slowly exploring the skin it landed over. His hot tongue brushed against mine in a calm manner, he wasn’t trying to dominate or challenge me. His soft hands ran up my sides and cupped my breasts through the bra he didn’t feel the need to take off just yet. I found myself giving in to his wishes and taking it at a slower pace. I let him warm up my body while I played with his hair like he loved so much. The dark locks were thin and soft in my touch and I gently dug my fingers into his scalp. Jungkook hummed in approval as he slowly kissed at my lips; I opened my eyes to find his flutter closed with his lips pouted pink. He noticed my lack of response and opened his eyes to find me looking at him puzzled. Something felt different about the way he kissed me and touched me. Jungkook merely gave me a small smile, his eyes shining brightly instead of being washed dark before moving his lips to my jaw.

Jungkook managed to undress us completely after a while of touching; by that time our bodies more than ready to start. The long waiting and exploring made every touch the more sensual and pleasurable. We hadn’t spoken much throughout our session but I feel like he had told me a lot more than I could understand just by his movements.

He had me sitting up, with my hand wrapped around his aching cock; I watched his breath shake and lips create groans while I stroked him. I grew to really enjoy and appreciate the way he reacted whenever I did something he liked. Jungkook caught me gawking and smiled shyly before leaning down to peck my lips. He groaned once again with his forehead pressed against mine as we both looked down at my working hand. His cock stood tall and my hand brushed against his abs every time I brought it up to his swollen tip. He was leaking pre-come like I was dripping arousal.

   “Can I sit on it?” We both looked up at each other at the same time; his expression mirroring mine. A smile curled onto Jungkook’s lip before he bit down on it.

   “Anything you want princess.”

His hands gripped my outer thighs as I moved over his lap; my hands ran over his shoulders, bringing myself closer to his figure. My core hovered over him and my legs shook in suspense as I could feel my wetness dripping down. He eased me down onto his cock, his tip pushed apart my tightening walls and made our bodies tense. My eyes were kept down below, my mouth watering as he disappeared inside me. My mouth gasped open when Jungkook suddenly pushed me down all the way. He groaned as I sat on his lap and my walls throbbed around him.

  “Uhh… you’re so tight.” Jungkook whimpered under his breath. I pushed my hair away from my eyes to look up at him.

Just as I did, he leaned in to kiss me and pushed my waist into his torso. Grinding myself against him, slowly moving my hips in small figures. I shut my eyes as he hummed into our kiss and held me tightly.

I leaned up on my knees, bringing myself down on his length at a slower pace. Enjoying the way he spread my entrance and filled me up.

  “You’re so big.” the words fell from my mouth as a small whine but I could feel his lips smiling on my cheek.

He rocked my hips and kiss down my neck, guiding me to take our time and savor the feeling. With every thrust, my core grew hotter and he was slipping in so easily.

  “You don’t have to rush when you’re with me (Y/n).” He kissed my neck and looked up at me.

The words caught me off guard and had me feeling something less than comfort. My eyes closed when they began to water and I leaned my head over his shoulder so that he wouldn’t see me. I gripped onto his shoulders and quickened my pace. There was an ache that was distracting me from the pleasure and I just wanted to get it back. Jungkook gripped on my hips since I began to grow rougher. My chest pressed against his and my head leaned back.

  “(Y/n) w-wait-” Jungkook struggled to speak because groans were escaping his mouth. We were both losing our breaths and the sound of our skin was filling the sky.

I felt him try to pull away so that he could look at me but I clung onto him not allowing it.

His body was hot and sticking against my skin. Cries were leaving my mouth as the pleasure began to numb any other thoughts in my head. Jungkook’s own drive began to control him as well and he no longer tried to slow me down. His breath was heating my skin and my body began trembled over him. My fingers were digging into the muscular skin of his back, making Jungkook hiss loudly. My stomach was turning like a fire was building up and wanted to break free. Jungkook’s own hips were bucking up to meet mine, adding to the satisfaction. Jungkook must have been getting close because he was trying to slow himself down. My lust was controlling me and had me yearning impatiently.

With all my strength I push Jungkook by his shoulders onto the blanket. He was caught off guard seeing me so dominating. I palmed his chest to pick up a steadier balance for my increased pace. Jungkook’s jaw was clenching, keeping in the grunts, and he could not keep his eyes off me. My name left his lips and his hands found mine on his chest. I leaned up, moving away from his intimate touch and leaving only our cores connected. My walls were becoming tight and juices were flowing out of my cunt. I rested my hands on my breasts and grinding my hips into him. His pelvic bone was rubbing my clit, making me cry out into the ocean night. I leaned my head back and gazed at the stars for a moment, watching them watch us. Jungkook’s hands ran up my thighs to grabbed my hips pounding into me from below. He was sending me so close to the edge and I began to shake from the inside out. He swiftly began to thumb my clit, lightly grazing figures against it. My body shook and curled over him, my nails drawing lines down his torso. My orgasm hit me hard, had me breathlessly trembling and bucking my hips. My throat had grown sore from all my yelling and all that came out were whines.

Jungkook was still slowly thrusting in out of me, he was holding my hips in place as he tried to reach his own climax. I pushed him away from me and kneeled between his open legs. He was startled as I took him into my hands to finish him off. I kept my eyes fixed on only his dick, watching how it was ready to release at any moment. Jungkook was stuttering words at me but I wasn’t listening. His abs tensed and flexed while he let out a deep groan, coming all over himself and my hand.

  “Holy-fuck.” Jungkook’s hand wiped the sweat that dripped down his temples as he came down. “That was…different.”

I wiped my hand on the blanket we sat on; reaching behind me to find my clothes from before. I slipped my sweater over my head while Jungkook was trying to catch his breath. We glanced at each other, knowing the words he wanted to say. He watched me slip on my shorts and hold the rest of my belongings. I hated the way he looked at me after sex; he looked at me like I was breaking his bones.

  “Isn’t this what you came for?” I spat at him and tossed my underwear to his lap; he laced his fingers around it, clenching it in his hand. “Only thing left is the sex now.”

I left him there on the beach; he was calling for me, but I continued walking to the house with the sun rising behind me. I slammed the door to my room, not caring if it woke anyone up; tears flowed down my cheeks and my hands pulled at my hair from the roots. The way he looked at me would not leave my head, the way he spoke and touched me. How could I have been such an idiot to not see what was forming in his eyes? I didn’t want to see that things were all beginning to go wrong. I wish he never looked at me that way. Jungkook had just destroyed any chance of us becoming anything less or anything more.  Now flirts and fucks weren’t enough to feed what he was craving.

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I'm sorry I'm seeing all these "dark seducing you" posts and I'm sitting here laughing my asexual ass off (Dark, in a seductive whisper: I can give you anything. Me, gently touching his chest: order a large pizza and watch the Planet Earth documentaries with me)

Yes! Omg, my friend is reading this as I’m writing them, and she’s asexual too. So, she’s back-seat writing with her version. 
“I can make you feel amazing.” Dark purrs. 
“Are you going to massage my feet? Because they’re really hurting right now.”

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Your opinions on grade changes aren't bad. Actually many conversations I've had with teachers lean towards the change of school systems in general.

Oh heck yeah, changes definitely need to be made, and not just to grades! The whole system is whack, and a lot of it just sets students up for failure >:/ 

I used to think that I only thought that way because I was an angsty lazy fake-rebellious teenager, but I still feel the same way years later haha ^^;

Based on Ectoimp’s post here: I couldn’t get the thought of his knees to his chest while he drove out of my head so here’s a sketch from my stream.

Beep Beep Motherhuggers

I’m wandering the streets of my soul

Searching for what’s been lost for as long as I can remember

The missing puzzle piece that’s been torn from what makes me keep going

My reason for being

My feet are sore and I have very little drive left

And even so I keep pushing and pushing 

Block after block

Town after town

Every crack in every concrete slab

Searching in every place where I won’t find it

The truth is that it was never mine to lose

I never had it in the first place

But I keep looking

Searching myself for answers to a question I haven’t asked yet

It’s when I stop and stare at the night sky

Where it falls away and I catch my breath

That it all makes a little more sense

And I find a new reason to keep searching

—  “Race to Finish”- MTJ
Rainy Day - NCT Lee Taeyong

[ Y/N’s P.O.V. ]

Out of all the days! OUT OF ALL THE DAYS! Out of all the days, today was the one day I forgot to bring my keys. It couldn’t be a windy day or sunny day or even snowy day? It had to be on a rainy day? I swear, I’m secretly cursed to be stuck on a rainy day. Mother nature’s probably laughing at me right now.

I don’t hate the rain, it’s honestly one of my favourite weathers, but being stuck outside without an umbrella sucks, a lot.

I texted, of course, my parents in hopes that one of them will be back soon with keys, but both of them will be back home late due to meetings. Immediately after that, I hopelessly sat on the stairway that lead to my front door. It was a good thing that it had a cover at the top to protect me from the rain, or else I’ll be wet.

As I hugged my legs together and stared at my school shoes, I saw another pair of shoes in front of me. I looked up and saw that it was none other than my school’s popular bad boy, also known as my neighbour - Lee Taeyong. He was still in his uniform and he had another umbrella in his hand.

In all honesty, I’ve never actually talked to him much. The closest thing I got to an interaction with him was probably a stare. It’s not that he isn’t friendly or mean, it’s just that I didn’t bother interacting with him because of his reputation and he doesn’t seem that friendly. He’s never smiled at me before too. He isn’t called the school’s bad boy for nothing.

“Forgot your keys?” Taeyong asked as he held an umbrella and looked at me with glistering eyes.

I just nodded my head and sigh lightly.

“Come to my house then,” Taeyong offered, making me shock for a moment.

I immediately shook my head, not wanting to go to some guy’s house that I barely know.

“It wasn’t an offer,” Taeyong said. “You’ll be freezing outside here and the rain isn’t going to stop anytime soon. Just come to my house before you fall sick.”


“I won’t do anything to you,” Taeyong said and rolled his eyes before giving me his umbrella. “I might be a bad student, but I’m not some kind of perverted guy.”

I took the umbrella and unwillingly followed him. It’s like I didn’t have a choice.

* * *

“Make yourself at home,” Taeyong said as he took out his coat. “I’m going up to change a while.”

I nodded and sat on his sofa after placing my school bag down. I looked around his house and it isn’t much different from mine except for the colour scheme. My house had a white colour scheme, making it look bright and clean. His was more of a black colour scheme. It made his house look edgy and urban. Kind of like him?

Before I could make the decision of examining the pictures on the walls, he came down and threw me a pair of shirt and shorts.

“It’s my sister’s,” Taeyong said and headed for the kitchen. “Just go up to my room and change there. I’ll be in the kitchen. Go up, turn right, first door on your left.”

“I don’t need to change tho, I’ll just wear my uniform,” I said and gently placed his sister’s clothes on the coffee table.

“If you’re going to be in my house, you’re not going to wear a skirt,” Taeyong said. “It won’t be a good thing when my parents come home and see you in your short skirt.”

I looked at my skirt and immediately covered it as he came out from the kitchen empty handed.

“Excuse you, I never asked to come to your house. Secondly, you gave me shorts. It’s just the same as a skirt,” I protested but not in a loud voice.

“Fine, I’ll give you long pants then, geez,” Taeyong said and rolled his eyes before going up the stairs. “Aren’t you coming?”

I took his sister’s clothes and followed him up to the room.

* * *

After changing and settling down in the living room, the both of us were quietly drinking the hot chocolate that Taeyong made while I was changing my clothes. Who knew he was a hot chocolate kind of guy?

In all honesty, I didn’t like staying here and secretly wished that my parents came home quicker. Although the hot chocolate is pretty nice. There are even marshmallows and whipped cream!

Taeyong was casually switching on the television and began to switch channels until he came across an animation that caught his attention - Whisper of The Heart.

Whisper of The Heart? Lee Taeyong, my school’s bad boy, watches Whisper of The Heart!? Impossible!

But he did watch it.

“You watch Ghibli Studio movies?” I asked in amazement and he just nods with no other emotion displayed on his face.

Whisper of The Heart is one of my favourite Ghibli Studio movies ever. It’s so cliche but I still love it.

In between the movie, there was a little more interaction between us. “I love watching Ghibli Studio movies since I was a little kid.”

I was surprised by his words, but my heart melted a little.

“This is one of my all-time favourites,” I said softly that was loud enough for him to hear.

“Really?” Taeyong asked suddenly losing his cool-ness.

I nodded and he smiled. “It’s embarrassing for me to confess, but this is my favourite too.”

As the movie continued, the two of us somehow managed to create a decent conversation about the movie which made us laugh in between. It was definitely not what I expected him to be, especially with his image.

“It’s amazing how a bad boy like you would like this kind of movies,” I said with a faint giggle.

“Well, I might be a rebel, but that doesn’t mean I can’t like watching my childhood movies. I grew up watching them,” Taeyong replied. “And I’m not as bad as you think.”

“Hmm? Highly unbelievable,” I said with a slight shook. “You insulted Mr. Choi in front of the whole class, Lee Taeyong, you chewed gum in school and you have your name written almost all the school prefects’ books. Tell me how are you not bad?”

Taeyong just laughed and shook his head. “Well, I’ve never actually bullied anyone, I’ve never kissed a girl before and I’ve never even had sex with anyone before. I think I’m pretty good for a bad boy.”

“You? Never had sex before? Impossible,” I said in disbelief.

“Like I’ve said. I might be bad, but I’m not a playboy,” Taeyong said.

“And you’ve never kissed a girl? That’s sad,” I said to him.

“You’ve never kissed a boy,” Taeyong said with a smirk plastered on his face.

“How would you even know that?” I said to him with an unimpressed expression.

“You’re way too good to kiss a boy. I bet you’ve never even dated before,” Taeyong said and pushed my hair back - making me fluster a little.

I couldn’t defend myself this time since Taeyong actually had a point. I’ve never dated anyone nor have I kissed anyone.

“W-w-well, at least I’m good,” I said not knowing what else to say, but not wanting to lower my ego.

Taeyong laughed and pushed my hair back. “You’re so cute when you’re flustered.”

I didn’t move and gazed at into his eyes. His eyes are so mesmerizing. Like there was another galaxy inside it.

“Like what you see?” Taeyong asked with a slight smile making me push him away and face the television.

“Puh-lease! Park Bogum is more of my ideal type than you,” I said with a huff.

“You’re so cute when you’re angry,” Taeyong said with a laugh. “Don’t get flustered. I know I’m very good-looking.”

“Show off,” I mumbled.

Taeyong laughed again and said: “Well, you’re quite pretty yourself.”

“You don’t have to say that to make me feel better,” I said and rolled my eyes.

“But you do! All the boys in our class say that ” Taeyong said.

My face became slightly redder, making me cover my cheeks with my hands.

“Stop making me feel like this,” I said. “It’s rude.”

Taeyong laughed again making me feel frustrated.

“Yah! Stop laugh!” I scolded him.

“Do you want to go out? It’s still raining,” Taeyong said. “It might cool you down.”

I rolled my eyes and actually stood up. “You know, since you’ve mentioned it, I might as well just go out in the rain. It’s better than being in here with you.”

I took my bag and walked towards the door but before I could touch the handle, Taeyong grabbed my wrist and pulled me away from the door.

“Yah! Let me go.”

“I was just kidding, Y/F/N. I don’t want you to get sick,” Taeyong said.

“Why would you even care?” I said to him and crossed my arms while tapping my feet after making him let go of my wrist and faced him.


Taeyong then moved closer to me.


He then harassed my cheeks.


His face then moved closer to my face as he stared into my eyes.


But before he could place his lips on mine, I placed my index finger on his lips and smirked lightly.

“Well, then prove in a way that will make me believe you because kissing isn’t going to make that happen.”

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Ayo wassup ! I’m back and I’m a free elf ! My exams officially over and I’m so happy that I can get back to writing for all of you :] I hope you all enjoyed this and I’m just kind of changing my format a little…? I might change my theme as well? Anyways, hope all of you can patiently wait for my next story ^^

“ummmmm you can’t make your character 7′1″ :). that’s really unrealistic. nobody’s that tall sweetie :) “

Shaquille O’Neal is 7′1″.

Are you implying that Shaquille O’Neal is not real.

of course he cheated pt. 2 (c.h)

requested : PART TWO 

this part is going to be in separate parts, this one and an alternative one where the relationship doesn’t work out. so you can read this one or the other one if you’re into sadness, whatever floats your boat :))  

a few weeks later…

I walked down the sidewalk and looked through the windows of the small shops on the side. It’s been three weeks since the incident and I couldn’t get over the sight I saw. MY Calum screwing some girl, ignoring me to screw that girl. I sniffled at the thought. The past couple of weeks I sat in my bed and just binge watched Parks and Rec and American Horror Story and ate at least ten buckets of ice cream. I just decided today was the day I would go out and explore this dead beat world. Why not enjoy it by taking a walk to my favorite coffee shop. I gripped my leather bag and walked towards my destination. This was the coffee shop me and Cal went to everyday before he went on tour. Whatever. I still went in and the workers there instantly recognized me.

“Y/N!” The small and favorite barista exclaimed. “It’s been so long.” She said, going up to the cash register and typing in my usual order. I smile and began to take out my member’s card.

“Where’s your boyfriend?” I look up from my hands and she was looking at me worried. I give her a sad smile and gave her my card.

“My ex boyfriend.” She gave this little sympathy look and looked down at my card.

“It’s on the house.” She said, smiling.

“No, Jenny, I couldn’t do that. Really, I’m fine, please don’t do that for me.”

“Just take the offer, Y/N.” She said, giving back my card. I smile and give her a quick thank you and a ten dollar tip.

“Fuck you, Y/N.” She laughs. I smile and walk towards a seat, not knowing that was where me and Cal sat. I realized what I was doing and instantly get up, getting a few look from the people around me. I walk to another seat that was near the back but it had a really nice window view of the square. I sat down, letting out a huge sigh and taking out my book, “Pretty Dirty Things”, to just read. That’s all I needed. I needed to get away and read my thoughts away. Jenny gave me my coffee in a white mug and I thanked her, continuing to read.


I was already 50 pages into my book and I only finished half of my coffee. I couldn’t really focus. All I could think about was Cal. I just couldn’t get him out of my head.

“Y/N?” I hear someone say.  I could recognize that deep Australian voice anywhere. I sigh and turn around to see a very puffy eyed Calum. I turn back around but he just sat in the seat across from me.

“Please talk to me.” He said, looking at me with his red eyes and he was starting to tear up.

“Talk about what?” I said, putting my book down. “Talk about how the first thing you do after being away for three months is to stick your penis into a girl as small as my arm?” I said quietly so the old couple behind us couldn’t hear. He shut his eyes and dipped his head low. He wiped some tears away.

“Can I talk now?” He said after breaking the awkward silence. I look down at my hands and slightly nod my head. He let out a big sigh.

“I don’t blame you if you don’t want to be with me again. Let alone, be in the same place with me. I don’t know what was going through my head. I really needed release and I really needed you and I just did the most stupid thing and grabbed the first girl I saw. I don’t know how many sorries it’s gonna take to take back your forgiveness but I really am. But Y/N, my life is absolutely nothing without you. You’re the one who picked me up. I really need in you in my life. Either as my girlfriend or even a friend, I just need you.” He grabbed my hands and I could feel how warm they were beaus he was so nervous. I sniffled and looked away from his eyes.

“So I’m supposed to forgive you?” That was all I could say. Calum was the only one I ever loved and I have no idea if I should take him back or not.

“You don’t have too. You could hate me if you wanted too. I hate myself right now.” He says, his voice breaking. “But I am nothing without you.” HIs grip tightens around my hands. I look him in his eyes and stared into them as if it were an eternity. I could really see the sorrow and love he had in his eyes. I pulled his hands and pulled him into a hug and cried into his shoulder. His big arms wrapped around me and he tightened it, crying into my hair.

“Oh my god, I missed you so much.” He let out. I cried even harder into his neck, inhaling his aroma. I pulled away and wiped away my tears with my sleeve.

“One more chance.” I said, looking at my feet.

“I’m going to take that chance and make it last forever.” He said pulling me up to my feet and pulling me into a full frontal hug. “I am so sorry and I love you so much Y/N.” I sniffled into his shirt and I could feel the old couples eyes staring at us and I turned around to see them smiling at us.

lol i know this is pretty short but, if you wanna read the alternative part to this, i should post it up later or so :))))

gracesheavenlylegs  asked:

Could you draw a picture of Grace and Hannah at Disney World? With the castle in the background and Grace is wearing Minnie Mouse ears with the bow headband and Hannah's wearing a SnapBack with Mickey Mouse ears. please Please PLEASE

This is ridiculously long overdue but I hope you enjoy it!

I intend to color these and do more outfits but I’m bone dead tired :|