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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.

Rebubble Update

Hey-o everyone!

I’m just popping by to let y’all know my Red-Bubble shop has been updated!
By popular traffic, I’ve put up the Casual Wear series in the shop for a little while! Among other paintings laying around, you can get my artwork in various forms! My red bubble will update accordingly to art works that I feel are worthy enough to sell and as I come out with prints/pattern designs just for my shop! I’ve got a few things in mind laying around, I just to need to finish them and get them out there!
                      As usual, I’ll let you know when updates will happen to the shop! 

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How The Bloody Hell Did We End Up Here?: A Rant

Originally posted by nighean--donn

The problem is that Starz does not respect it’s audience.

Fans of the OL books are predominately female, and older. Not much in Hollywood caters to that demographic, though the few networks and studios that do produce content for them earn quite a bit of money.

The leak of the Print Shop still is the latest display of Starz’ ignorance of how to treat an audience. It was not a leak. It was a “leak” in the same way Rihanna’s last album “Anti” was available for free on her website if you clicked on the right icon. They’re backpedaling now because people are angry that such an anticipated moment was spoiled.

Comic Con was another example of not understanding their core audience. When you think of OL and the beautiful love story between Jamie and Claire, do you think of a dozen, buff, kilted men running around San Diego so people could get pics of them while they flexed their biceps? Or a t-shirt that says “It’s a Sassenach Thing”? Or gold temporary tattoos that say “Outlander Forever”? JHRC. This isn’t fucking Twilight, okay?

Or how about starting a Lost Love letter writing campaign that encourages people to share deeply personal information with Starz, a corporate monolith with no feelings and dollar signs instead of a soul? Then, they instructed Sam and Cait and the whole cast to slip in an out-of-place relationship denial by bringing up a fan letter as “their most awkward fan encounter”, but have them record a video asking for these emotional and personal letters the very next day. Are you fucking kidding me?

The biggest piece of disrespect: the IFH and everything that came after, but mainly that summer. They are THAT calculating that they would force their stars to deny a romantic relationship on camera, and then have them revert back to the behavior that led people to believe they were together in the first place to generate interest in the show. I am going to take off my tin hat for a moment and say that if they are really not together, said it, stopped acting like loved-up teens, and introduced the public to their actual SO’s in a normal, un-trolling way, we would not have this epic fandom clusterfuck. People are confused, and have every right to be.

I do not hold Sam responsible for using the “fans think we’re really Jamie and Claire and can’t tell the difference between real life and TV” during the IFH, and then “if me and Caitriona were together, we wouldn’t say…” two months later in a print interview. He says what he’s told to say, and if Starz wanted another outright denial, we would have gotten it.

Sam and Cait’s chemistry sells the show and generates huge amounts of goodwill and publicity. That they went back to behaving all lovey-dovey and flirty shows that Starz didn’t mind, and maybe encouraged it because they knew how well it would be received. But God forbid we read into it and ruin the “official” narrative they’re selling. Enter Cap Kirk. He bullied and harassed and shamed anyone who believed such a far-fetched idea. And what did Starz do when they learned some of OL’s biggest fans with the most popular fan blogs were targeted and hurting? NOTHING. We can be sure that they told the cast not to speak out on the issue, too. After all, they control everything.

I don’t think that Sam and Cait are fake and that their banter and affection is all for publicity. But I do believe that Starz knew it was a good tool for marketing and encouraged them to share what came naturally to them. Go on acting like a couple, flirt on SM but deny, deny, deny. Bring some dates to events to confuse the matter, but don’t publicly mention them. Sam and Cait have been used and now they are taking the fall for Starz’ contempt for their audience. It’s really, really sad that a production of such talented actors, technicians, writers, and craftsmen is not honored with a marketing and PR team of the same caliber. Starz is shitting it’s own bed and I hope that after S4 another network picks up the show and gives it, and its audience the respect it deserves.

insecurity | tommy shelby

Hey could you possibly do one where the reader is younger than Tommy like early 20s but they’ve always had a thing and he does something which causes a huge argument and they don’t speak anymore but then the reader winds Tommy up and makes him really jealous when Michael comes along by flirting with him and all over him all the time and it brings out the worst in Tommy thanks !!

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anonymous asked:

53, 14, 18 & 20 for X-Men Quicksilver?

Sure! This should be fun.

Ice Cream? (Peter Maximoff x Reader)

Summary: When Scott and Jean go to the mall for a date, you and Peter tag along. Both of you being awkward, there’s some small amount of joking around when picking out ice cream flavors. You finally worked up the courage to tell him how you feel, being entirely over-dramatic about what his reaction will be.

Word Count: 1007

Prompts: 53. It’s not a double date… we’re just third and fourth wheeling. 14. Please. Just hold my hand. 18. I’m 72 different flavors of done with you. and 20. It’s do or die, most likely die. Find the prompt list here.

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anonymous asked:

I know this sounds bad, if you take care of someone who is special needs or elder with dementia or Alzheimer's do not let them check out alone. I understand you want them to feel somewhat independent still. But we keep getting in trouble for them paying full price for items the caregiver comes back to complain about because the person doesn't understand you have to have a rewards card to get sale prices and are afraid to sign up for anything w/o their caregiver. Shop alone, check out together

From what I understand there is a varying standard on special needs adults and whether they are able to handle their own money or not. I’m not sure how this is decided, but from what I can tell the ones that have control over their money and shopping are still somewhat able to shop sales. As far as I know we’re not able to dictate what they can or cannot buy. Some of my coworkers really want to stop one resident from buying 30 packs of cigs a week(I am not exaggerating) but we literally cannot stop them from doing so since they’re in control of their income still. -Abby

Remorse | Simon DominicxReader | [Requested] | ANGST | Part 1 |

Could I please get a Simon Dominic scenarios where he breaks up with s/o Thank you very much

Hey there! Panda here, sorry for the long wait! There might be OOC since I don’t really write Simon Dominic! I am writing it though because I am a bigger fan of Angst than Gen is! I’m trying a new writing style where it’s mostly in the perspective of the idol than the reader S=so enjoy! (P.S you didn’t say what type of ending so I chose!)

Pairing: Simon Dominic x Reader

Word Count: 1491

Genres: ANGST ANGST ANGST ANGST (Need I say more)

Warnings: Can be triggering

A/N for the first Paragraph in case anyone disagrees: (A/N: Everyone’s beautiful in their own way so don’t say your not! Everybody’s hot in their own right!) 

Update: Part 2 is out now!

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 |

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Simon’s PoV

I internally glared at the girl in front of me since the paparazzi were watching. Her damned H/C hair, her E/C eyes, posture, face, body… everything made me want to hurl. Blessed with good looks, but cursed with disgustingness at the same time. I had not imagined spending my rare day off like this.

“Where to next?” she asked, clinging tightly to my arm.

I gritted my teeth, trying not to look agitated, “Anywhere you want babe,” I managed to say calmly.

The bane of my life; Y/N. Of course, I wouldn’t be dating her if I hated her on my own free will. This bitch acted as if she were my girlfriend a few weeks back at a bar.

“Oppa!” she had fake cried, “Why are you here! You said you were too busy to meet with me!”

She made it seem as if I were cheating on her. Everyone believed her to her innocent looking history. She only showed her true colors when we were alone. She blackmailed me, almost a little too desperately. And so now I’m dating her against my will.

She dragged my arm across the mall, “Let’s go to this shop!” she said, pointing to a clothes shop and grinning up at me.

I forced myself not to stare at her as my anger and hate momentarily left. She was pretty hot with a fire bod. But she was always covered up. Her arms and legs never knew the light of say. It would be better if we fucked, but she refused to let me touch.

“How’s this?” she asked, holding a long sleeved shirt to her body.

“Looks great,” I answered her with a fake smile.

She added it to the cart. Although we just got here, a small pile was already formed. Fucking gold digger. My fans didn’t like her, even though they believed her do to my own history with partying.

Ping Ping

My phone made a sound, alarming me of a notification. I looked at my phone and grinned when I saw that a hate account someone made for her just tweeted something. I followed it with my personal account that nobody knew of.

What a gold digger! She’s still shopping more from his money!

Attached was a picture of Y/N shopping with me looking bored as I watched. I liked it and continued to scroll through the account to see if I had missed anything. I ended off task and visited my fan site, where more hate messages were piling in. I quickly realize that anybody could spy on my phone activity and put it away. Y/N was staring at me, a little sadly, like she knew what I just did. She couldn’t have, she didn’t have the password to any of my things.

I put on my best smile, “So are you done?” I looked at the pile of clothes, she better be done. We shopped every 2 weeks and soon I would see the side effects in my wallet.

She bit her lip, “One more,” she said, grabbing a pair of leggings. She put it into the cart, “Now I’m done.”

We took the stuff up to the cashier when I noticed a nice snapback. I quickly snapped back when the cashier cleared her throat.

“Is that all?” she asked, glaring at Y/N. Must be one of my fans then.

I pretended not to notice, “Yea.”

“$213.77 is your total,” she said.

I mentally winced and handed her my debit card. She quickly swiped and gave it back, “Have a nice day!”

I took the bags and noticed that Y/N was staring at something, “Yah, earth to Y/N.”

She blinked quickly before shaking her head, “Sorry, I’m just a bit hungry. Let’s go get dinner!”

I groaned on the inside, more money spent. But I was starting to feel the hunger as the side effect of shopping all day.

“Yea, there’s a nice HalHal food place around here,” I told her, not really giving her a choice where to eat. It was my turn to do what I wanted.

She didn’t complain, thankfully. And the rest of the day went by somewhat peacefully.

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It was about 3 days later and when I got home, Y/N was out of the house. I furrowed my eyebrows, confused on where she would be. It was pretty late, around 9:30 p.m. She couldn’t be anywhere, she was a teacher and teachers didn’t stay that late.

I found a note on the door, “Out late! I made some fried rice with chicken!”

I felt my mouth water a little. A type of Halhal food, my favorite. (I researched Halhal food a little and it said chicken and rice was? I’m sorry if I’m wrong, I knew Simon Dominic likes it so I decided to include it) I found a plate on the table with yellowed rice with pieces of chicken and lettuce. It was still quite warm, and it smelled good.

“Oh my gosh,” I said, with my mouth full.

She might be a gold digger and bitch but man! This food was amazing! I scarfed down the rest hungrily and my head perked up when I heard the jingle of keys.

“Uh-huh, I’ll see you in 2 days. See ya… yea yea, I love you too.”

I furrowed my eyebrows when I overheard her words. If she loved someone else then why on earth was she with me?

“Who was that?” I asked, getting a little angry. Why would she be with me!? Has she been wasting all this time!? I didn’t even have to be with her then!

She had a weary look on her face, “My best friend, his name is (Best boy friend’s name)”

I shrugged, “Okay.”

She placed her bag on the table and hung her coat up, “How’s the food?” she asked.

“It was fine,” I answered, not wanting to let on that I enjoyed it.

She didn’t ask anything else which was strange. Usually, she would be bugging me until we went to sleep.

“I’m going to go ahead and sleep,” she said, heading off to her own room, “Good night.”

I frowned again, had she already eaten? If not she should, skipping meals wasn’t a good habit. I shrugged it off, why would I care anyway?

Y/N’s PoV

I sighed tiredly as I plopped onto my bed. I was exhausted from my day; the kids were being rowdier than usual. And a bump had come into my plans and I had to recalculate my moves very carefully.

If I managed to make people happy it was worth it right? It’ll turn out the way I want in the end,’ I thought to myself.

I looked at my phone. Nothing new, hate messages from people telling me to go kill myself. Or that I was a gold digger; a slut. I couldn’t help but scroll through, I know I shouldn’t torture myself like this. But I couldn’t stop.

I supposed I should just sleep then. I stripped off my long sleeve shirt and jeans and slipped on the leggings from my pj’s.

“Hey, could you-”

I screamed as Simon walked in on me changing and hid behind the bed, clutching my shirt close to my body.

“G-get out,” I sputtered, “Get out!” I yelled when he didn’t move.

I pushed the door with my body until it shut with a slam. Note to self, always lock the door. What did he need anyway? I knew he hated me, of not stopping his fans from hating on me said anything.

I quickly slipped on my shirt and shut the lights. Planning and Simon would have to wait until tomorrow.

Simon’s PoV

My blood boiled when she shoved me out of her room. If she wanted us to date than she would be fine with showing me her body! Unless she hated me so much she didn’t want me to see and wanted to torture me.

“Damn,” I growled, “I just wanted to know if there was more food.”

Whatever, I suppose it was better that she cut me off. Didn’t want her thinking I liked it I suppose.

But damn, was it so bad that we can’t even stand to be in the same room as each other? Why was she even with me? So many questions… but I doubt any would be answered.

But would it hurt to be civil? I guess I can just be my funny self and see where that gets us. Maybe she has a reason of her own. I looked at her bag which she conveniently left on the table and a flash of orange caught my eye.

“What’s this?” I wondered, pulling out a tube.

My eyes widen and all I can feel is shock when my eyes come face to cap with sleeping pills.

With the Winchesters

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1050 +/-

Warnings: (All I can say is there’s nothing PG13) But a little bit cheesy

A/N: Fif’s Milestone Challenge by @thevioletthourr I chose the prompt, “Don’t let me die, okay?” This is my first time writing SPN fanfic. If you’re interested in reading other fanfic, you can check up my Wattpad account: @thestarklegacy


It started with you bumping into Dean’s car. It was not entirely your fault because Dean made an emergency brake first when there was nothing too emergency in front of him. It caused you a little panic. So you pressed the brake, out of the blue, until your tyres screeching. But still, what happened happened.

Dean was angry, but not at you actually. He’s angry at himself because he couldn’t be mad at you when he saw you. He didn’t have to see your eyes, or your hair or the way you dressed, but your face entirely had make you attractive.

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all is going well

starting to unpack and arrange things

got cable and internet hooked up this morning

and my sis just told me that we’ll be able to upgrade our phones after the next bill is payed 

im definitely going for the 7 plus. my friend has one and im already loving it

New Story - Take Me To Church [1/?]

Emma Swan returned to her southern hometown of Storybrooke to pick up the pieces of her last shattered relationship, determined to rebuild her life in the one place she swore she’d never return to. What she didn’t expect was the new priest and the journey of passion, love, and redemption he would take her on. [Priest!Killian Modern AU]


Rated: E
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Chapter 1: Not Your Average Sunday

“Emma! Hurry up or we’re going to be late!”

Emma Nolan rolled her eyes as her mother’s voice carried from downstairs. The woman was habitually late for every aspect of her life but the thought of being late for a Sunday Mass would send Mary Margaret Nolan into an absolute frenzy of promptness. Running a hand through her blonde locks Emma quickly checked her reflection in the full length mirror hanging on the back of her bedroom door.

Most of her clothes were still in New York - there was only so much she could fit in her small bug - but having grown up with her mother she at least had the presence of mind to bring a few Sunday pieces with her. The champagne colored summer dress fell to just a few inches above her knees, flaring out slightly at the waist to create an almost swaying effect as she walked. She kept her accessories simple - her favorite dust rose clutch, the small pearl drop earrings her father had given to her on her twenty-second birthday, and the ever present Swan necklace she had worn since she was seventeen. Her make up was simple and her blonde locks cascaded down her shoulders in loose waves with the champagne heels she had bought at Ruby’s insistence during the brunette’s last trip to New York rounding out her outfit.

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The most stressful time of the year

A/N: This is a little Christmas themed Isaac/reader story I thought of and enjoyed writing. I hope you like it and that all of you feel a little Christmas joy. :) 

Plot: You are really stressed about Christmas and need to get all the presents for your family, being on your way to the mall and a horrible shopping trip. In the end you get unexpected help from Isaac Lahey and the day turns out a lot better than expected.

Christmas time: the most stressful time of the year, for sure. Not only do you have a thousand exams to study for and papers to do (at least it feels like it), you are also working at the local coffee shop to earn money for Christmas presents that you still have to purchase. Today is the only Saturday you don’t have to work, which means that you definitely have to go to the mall, otherwise you’d be totally blank on Christmas Eve.

The problem is: You don’t really know what to get everybody and you tried to write a list that still has nothing on it except for the names of your friends and relatives, so you decided to simply improvise. You throw away the list with a sigh, grab your purse and hurry downstairs to get the keys for your car. In that exact moment, the doorbell rings.

You stop with a frown, your hand hovering over the keys while you wonder who on earth that could be. You have no idea, so you just turn around and open the door, only to be even more surprised as you find a breathtakingly handsome Isaac with snowflakes in his hair standing on your porch. You freeze, eyes widened and heart beating fast, as a small smile appears on his lips, making matters even worse.

“Hey Y/N!”, he greets you. Then he finally realizes the state you are in and his face falls. “Oh, are you up to something?”

“Ehm…yeah, kind of”, you stutter. “Sorry, Isaac, but…what exactly are you doing here?”

“I’m here to study. With you”, he answers as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. You can already see the disappointment in his eyes. “Buuuut I guess you forgot about that.”

You have. That’s the sad truth and it must mean that you’re really awfully busy because you never thought you could ever forget about a meeting with Isaac Lahey. Now that he mentioned it, you remember something about studying for the Chemistry exam together. But you did it on your own yesterday evening. Great. Suddenly you’re filled with regret and guilt.

“I’m so sorry, Isaac! I did. I mean, I was working and writing those papers and I really have to go to the mall today or my family will hate me and ban me. Well, they probably wouldn’t but there’s a possibility”, you ramble, resisting the urge to run your fingers through his wonderful curls and free them from the snowflakes that are slowly melting now.

He just stands there, hands in his pockets, teetering on his feet and thinking for a moment. Then he finally shrugs with a smile, releasing your tension.

“Alright, then to the mall it is”, he states.

“Wha…what do you mean?”

“Well…that we could go there together, saving you from your family’s wrath. Unless you don’t want me to come.”

“No!”, you hurry, because there is nothing you want more than spending a whole day with Isaac Lahey. “No, I just never took you for a mall kinda guy.”

“I’m not. But I guess you’re neither so this ought to be fun”, he claims with a smirk.

You consider it for a moment until you realize that there is nothing to consider because there is only one possible answer. Therefore you give him your biggest smile, pick up your keys and say: “Alright, but I’ll drive.”


As you dreaded, the mall is filled to its last corner. There are definitely too many people around, especially for you. Isaac doesn’t seem all too relaxed either and somehow this sign of likeness comforts you a little.

“Sooo…where do we start?”, Isaac asks, protectively putting his hand on your shoulder which you don’t mind at all. As well as the light trace of nervousness in his voice as he does so. “Do you have a list?”

You clear your throat awkwardly: “Well, see…that’s the thing…”

He turns around and stares at you shocked. “You have no list?”

“Nope. Like I told you: this is not gonna be fun.”

“Right…I guess that means that we just have to look into the shops and find something. Let’s enter the battle.”

With that he pulls you into the crowd to an unknown destination, never letting go of you.


In the end it’s a lot more fun than you ever expected. Isaac’s stiffness disappears pretty quickly, at the latest as you enter the scarf section and he tries to persuade you to buy one for your dad. You laugh at him hysterically as you make him try on some hats, totally losing it at one that looks like a cow’s head. Afterwards he suggests a bunch of horrifying purses, making you doubt his sanity until he helps you to pick out a good perfume by using his sensitive nose, coming far too close to you while smelling it, making you all flustered. As you both get hungry after three hours, you decide to sit down and get some pizza.

In that moment, as you are sitting in front of him at the table, watching him secretly, you realize that all of this pretty much feels like a date. You don’t mind at all. Something you dreaded turned out to be the best day since a very long time.

“So, what’s next?”, Isaac asks, waving with a slice of pizza. “We haven’t visited the electronic section yet.”

“We don’t have to”, you answer, fetching the food out of his hand and taking a bite yourself. “I have everything I need.”

“Seriously?”, he prompts, raising his eyebrows in surprise. “No aunts or nieces left?”

“Nope. You officially are a free man.”

“Great. That means we can drive to yours and study after all. Unless you want to get rid of me, which I’d totally understand.”

He says that but his huge blue puppy gaze tells a whole other story. You could never resist them and expanding this date seems like a great idea anyway.

“I’d never. Come on.”


As you enter your house with him you are feeling the Christmas joy for the very first time this year. You appreciate the colourful lights, the cookie smell, all of the typical Christmas stuff your Mum prepared. And it’s even better with Isaac at your side.

“You know what? Why don’t you go upstairs and prepare the books while I make us some tea and get the cookies?”

“Works for me”, Isaac responds with a sweet smile before he disappears upstairs. And you’re not proud of it but you actually catch a glimpse on his butt and you don’t regret it.

You hurry to make the tea and put some of the cookies on a plate. Your heart is beating a little faster than usual as you walk up the stairs and open the door only to find him sprawled on your bed, looking like he absolutely belongs there.

“Hey, I don’t see any books!”, you exclaim, balancing the tray onto the matrass with his help.

He just smirks at you. “No. You know, I thought: it’s Christmas, right? That means that sometimes you should just lie down and watch a movie, relax and enjoy the warmth and silence.”

“You wanna stay and watch a movie with me?”, you ask him in pleased disbelief.

“Absolutely. We could watch your favourite Christmas movie if there is one!”

“Aright. That would be the first Santa Claus movie. I’ll put it into the player.”

You do so and afterwards snuggle into your bed. It doesn’t take long until he puts his arm around you and pulls you to his side, allowing you to bed your head on his chest. You can smell his scent and feels his calm breathing. You feel intense affection and also how your body finally relaxes after so many stressful days.

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Hello! Sorry i’ve been putting this off for so long, but con season was crazy and then Storenvy implemented that fee for shoppers so I spent the last week or two retaking all my photos and relisting on Etsy! 

From now on, Storenvy will basically be for pre-orders and big ticket limited items only, and Etsy will be the main store for regular merchandise that’s ready to ship so you won’t be dinged $1 for a small purchase!

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