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Missing You and You Only

“I’m glad you could make it,” Ethan rasped, his voice groggy from the morning and arising from the dead of sleep. Truthfully, he hadn’t had that peaceful of a sleep in a long time, more specifically, in a couple months -since the last time he was home with you.

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Caffeine Challenge 19

I had to do this one late because of other commitments. Only used prompt 2. A little warning. There are no section breaks in this story. There are also no characters. There is also no plot.


Usually people though their preferred method of payment was money. Typically they thought this only once. You could only go to Goblin Market once before it would become clear that The Goblins were not interested in money.

No. Money was only worth what people said it was worth. And people tended to disagree. Factor in the travelling between universes and money would would be so different in one place than another that it  might not even be recognised as money.

Instead The Goblins wanted one simple payment which was always worth exactly what they wanted it to be worth. The Goblins preferred payment was spoons.

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In The Wrong Hands Part 3 (Reggie Mantle X Reader)

Okay sooo here is part three of In the wrong hands and i really hope nobody kills me over this because it is not as long as the other two parts but i felt that it needed a sweet ending. Some of you might feel as if the ending is till super cliff hangy and i know i feel it too so i may have to do a forth part if you are wanting something that has a better conclusion to it.


Part  Three


The girl’s locker room had always been a safe space for you and Cheryl, whenever one of you needed to get away from the bustling halls of the school you came to the locker room. The bench in the middle provided you with enough space to lay down and at the beginning of the year Cheryl had stuff one of the lockers with enough travel pillows and blankets to keep the two of you comfortable. At the moment, the two of you were laying down on opposite sides of the bench, fitting hanging off one end and the tops of your heads just touching. Cheryl was trying to comfort you with her opinion of things, talking through the vast ideas of way Veronica would suddenly kiss your lovely Reggie.

So far Cheryl’s theories consisted of:

 * Veronica getting close and manipulating Reggie so that the two of you would break up.

* Veronica trying to gain popularity over you and Cheryl so that she would be queen bee.

* Veronica has a horrible personality and should be crushed before she can do anything else.

Each theory was a bit dramatic but then again so was Cheryl, you turned over on your side when you heard familiar voices outside of the locker room door. In an instant Cheryl jolted up, grabbed your elbow and dragged you behind a row of lockers. Confusion swept over you as Cheryl pressed a finger to her lips and winked. The silence was thick and the creaky hinges of the door sliced through the dimmed locker room like a hot knife in butter. You heard two sets of footsteps walk in before the talking resumed.

“Veronica, how could you do something like that? He has a girlfriend!” It was Betty Cooper’s frantic voice that you heard outside of the locker room.

“B, calm down. You are so not understanding my plan, I want to be captain of the River Vixens and that means taking the co-captain and captain out of the equation.” Veronica explained to the blonde beauty.

For the second time that day you were astonished by Veronica Lodge. Glancing at Cheryl, you saw her holding her phone, a smirk was placed neatly upon her face as she tapped the screen to stop the voice recording.

“Looks like itty bitty Veronica’s plan just fell into the wrong hands, what shall we do with them my darling Y/N?”  Cheryl’s voice echoed around the room as the two of you stepped out to reveal yourselves to a stunned Betty and Veronica.

“Listen up here you “ice queen” bitch. If you dare to continue with that plan, you will be burned.” Cheryl threatened, grasping your hand and dragging you out of the room before the silenced girls could reply.

The two of you didn’t get far from the locker room before you ran into a distraught Reggie. His eyes caught yours immediately and he rushed forward to hold you.

“Y/N! I don’t know what is going on but baby I love you and I would never cheat on you.” He said as he held your face in-between his large and calloused hands, his eyes searching yours. You giggled at his clumsy speech and his face melted into relief and confusion.

 “I’ll explain everything later but I have had enough drama for one day, want to skip and grab a milkshake from pop’s?” You asked him, feeling lighter now that the misunderstanding was cleared up. Reggie nodded and Cheryl chuckled at the excuse for ditching class. Linking your arms together, the three of you deserted Riverdale high for a few frosty milkshakes and good memories.


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but i break everything i touch
and from the moment i set my eyes on you you’ll be cursed
The Mouse, the Motorcycle, and the Dreamer

Ronan didn’t intend for it to happen and yet here they where: a surly, sleep-deprived teen and a sentient, sartorial mouse. Oh, and a tiny, fully functional motorcycle.

Ronan did what he always did when confounded by his dreams: he showed up on Adam’s doorstep. It was three in the morning. Adam Parrish had finally fallen asleep. He was groggy and rumpled when he opened the door.

“Ronan,” he sighed before stepping back and letting Ronan in.

Ronan was vibrating with excess energy, his eyes wide and practically sparkling. “Parrish,” he breathed, “you will not believe this.”

Adam collapsed on his bed. He was prepared to believe anything if it meant he could go back to sleep.

“Yes?” he asked and yawned widely.

“Look.”

Ronan carefully reached into the pocket of his leather jacket and pulled out a mouse. A mouse who was dressed almost identically to Ronan: miniscule jeans, black muscle tee, and a leather jacket.

Adam blinked twice and rubbed his eyes.

“What… I mean, who is this?” He was wide awake now. Ronan’s weirdness had reached a new level.

“Are you kidding me?” Ronan laughed incredulously. “This is Ralph! You know… The Mouse and the Motorcycle?”

Adam shook his head. The mouse, Ralph, stared at him with blatant disapproval.

Ronan was shocked. Didn’t everyone read this book as a child? Sure, Niall and Aurora weren’t your average parents but they still kept with the classic children’s books. But Adam didn’t have that, did he? Ronan swallowed around the lump in his throat. Ralph jumped off his hand and started exploring Adam’s apartment. Adam watched him with avid curiosity.

“Okay, here’s the plan,” Ronan said. “You can read the book to Opal. Lord knows she loves bedtime stories. We’ll work our way through the canon. It’ll, uh, be great.”

“Oh?” Adam asked. “Does this mean you’ll also read her some books?”

Ronan thought about it. Ralph had made it up onto Adam’s desk and was reading his history essay.

“Sure,” Ronan agreed. “But only The Dark is Rising. And A Wrinkle in Time.”

“I haven’t read those,” Adam admitted. Ronan howled and mimed being wounded. Adam playfully tackled him and it devolved into a tickle war.

They were interrupted by a surprisingly low, “Dudes.” Both of them jerked upright, nearly knocking their heads together as they scanned the room for the speaker.

“Down here,” said the voice. They peered over the edge of the bed and there was Ralph, looking distinctly uncomfortable.

“Fuck, man, I forgot you were here,” Ronan apologized.

Ralph shrugged. “Don’t worry about it.”

Adam stared at Ralph, then Ronan, before doubling over in laughter. “I *can’t* believe you dreamed yourself a… a mouse doppleganger!”

Ronan and Ralph both vehemently denied this but Adam knew the truth and he couldn’t help but be charmed by imagining kid Ronan daydreaming about an adventurous mouse and his badass bike.

You never grow out of some dreams.

[Ralph comes to live at the Barns and teaches the other mice how to ride the motorcycle. They all want one. Ronan spends a week dreaming up different models. The first all-mice motorcycle gang is formed.

Adam and Ronan start reading classic children’s books to Opal. She loves it. Her favorite story is The Graveyard Book. She says Bod reminds her of someone.]

Romances set outside the US or England/Scotland

… well, mostly.

Recently I put out a call for romance novels set outside the United States, England, or Scotland – for extra difficulty, you could suggest ones without American or English main characters.

We ended up with a decent list! Because I have not personally read most of these, I can’t guarantee that every one has an HEA. If I suspect or know that a book doesn’t have a happy ending, I’ll note so with an ***. 

The notes below are a mix of comments from the contributor and my own research.

Contributed by @honeybeeshepherd

Contributed by @lizabethstucker

Contributed by @jamjamque

Contributed by @sequinedably

  • @sequinedably​ says Mary Balogh has a book set in Venice, Italy. I don’t doubt this at all, but after spending a not-insignificant amount of time trying to find the title, I gave up.
  • As You Desire by Connie Brockway. Set in Cairo, Egypt in 1890.

Contributed by @diehard-fangirl​, @not-your-average-romance​, @lucyreadsromance​, and @customerservicebotdolores

Contributed by @not-your-average-romance

  • Rise of a Queen by Chanta Rand. Set in Ghana in 1071. Fair warning: It’s pretty clear from the book summary that the heroine rapes the hero. Rand has also written other books set in Africa.
  • Mystic Cove series by Tricia O’Malley. Set in Ireland. First book is Wild Irish Heart.

Contributed by @lobsterhug

Contributed by @raspberriesandbumblebees

Contributed by @thecrankyagnes​ and @yuubisensei

  • Hell Squad series by Anna Hackett. Currently at 12 books, all set in post-alien-invasion Australia. First book is called Marcus.

Contributed by @theduchessapproach

Contributed by @mariaslozak

Contributed by @alexbookpages

Contributed by @meags09

  • Natasha Anders (author). According to the contributor, she writes romances set in South Africa. I couldn’t confirm settings for her books, the closest I came is A Ruthless Proposition, which includes a one-night-stand in Tokyo.

Contributed by @elenajohansen

  • Escape to New Zealand series by Rosalind James. Obviously, set in New Zealand. First book is called Just This Once.

Contributed by @mariesbookblog

Contributed by @maddie-grove​ and @mariaslozak

Contributed by @maddie-grove

Contributed by @iartiyochi

Contributed by @romancetherapy

Contributed by @lucyreadsromance

Contributed by @sonya-heaney

  • This contribution was a list of authors without specific books mentioned, so I went through their most popular books on Goodreads and picked the first one that fit the rules.
  • Sarah Mayberry (author). The Other Side of Us is set in Australia, at a beach, if I’m not mistaken.
  • Karina Bliss (author). What the Librarian Did is set in New Zealand.
  • Amy Andrews (author). No More Mr. Nice Guy is set in Brisbane, Australia.
  • Nicki Edwards (author). Intensive Care is set in rural Australia.
  • Bronwyn Parry (author). As Darkness Falls is set in rural Australia.
  • Barbara Hannay (author). Zoe’s Muster is set in North Queensland, Australia.
  • Rachael Johns (author). Jilted is set in rural Australia.
  • Stefanie London (author). The Rules According to Gracie is set in Australia.

Contributed by @linotte-melodieuse 

Thanks for the contributions, everyone! Happy reading!

It’s You

Request: Can I request a Sherlock x Reader, in this Sherlock like the reader and he doesn’t know what’s going on with him and he ask the reader what’s going on, then she tells him he’s in love and she gets jealous, but then he tells her that he loves her. John walks in on the kissing or something? Thanks I love your writing btw. 

Warnings: None.

Masterlist

Originally posted by silent-micka

“Y/N?” Sherlock asked you, his hands folded under his chin.

“Mmhmm?”

“You’re - average,”

“Gee thanks.” You said sarcastically, closing your book.

“I was just wondering, if you knew what was going on with me.. Must be something I’ve deleted..”

You thought for a moment, and then realized he had been different lately.

“Well, you have been very… Absent lately. Like you’re here, but at the same time, you aren’t here. You also seem happy, it’s a very odd sight actually; I rarely ever see you smiling.”

“Go on-” He squinted his eyes.

“Well, I would even go out on a limb and say you’re-”

“Yes.. Go on. I’m what?”

“-You’re, in love.”

Sherlock looked down. Surely this wasn’t possible.

Molly,’ You thought. It must be Molly. He had been a lot nicer to her lately. It was the only explanation.“I’ll see you later,” You said, standing up as you pretended to look at your watch.

“Y/N?” He grabbed your arm. “It’s you.” He said as he pulled you into a kiss. He had no idea what he was doing, it just felt right.

But the moment was over much too quickly when you spotted John in the doorway.

“Did I miss something?”


June/17/2017


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@ 8181pjh  

really the main difference between the characterization of Sophie and Howl in the movie and Sophie and Howl in the book

is that your average ghibli protagonists are a good-hearted and naive young person who needs to learn to believe in themself and their companion who is both more worldly and more otherworldly but needs to learn to believe in others

and your average diana wynne jones protagonists are little shits. all of them. such little shits.

Spring Break (M)| Part 1

Originally posted by minseokhoseok

Part One | Part Two

word count:3,953

genre: Smut, College AU, angst kind of?

Sneak Peak -  “Don’t worry I didn’t hear- I mean, see anything” you panicked as you watched him scramble to pull his underwear back up.


This wasn’t the first thing that came to your mind when you thought of how you’d be spending spring break, but then again it was better than anything else you’d plan. The college you had chosen to attend, crazily enough, was having a seven day away to college event which they had invited the local high school seniors to attend. For lack of better words, the purpose was to get them familiar with the college, the teachers, the courses, and the dorm life - hoping to encourage fewer dropouts. Luckily, your spring break coincided with the college’s event, and because of that, it made convincing your parents to agree on a hell of a lot easier. After all, it was an educational trip.

The thing was, your best friend Namjoon, attended this college, too. Having graduated early with his enviously high IQ, it wasn’t rocket science to know that you’d be stuck with him for the rest of your visit. And where Namjoon went, trouble always seemed to follow. Not only would you have the opportunity to scout your future college, but you were certain he’d get you into some of the cooler things on campus. What made it an even better choice of schools was that Namjoon would be moving off campus - so rather than pay to live in the dorms you would be rooming with him. At least, that was the plan.

After all, campus life wasn’t really your thing. People weren’t really your thing.

The first day had been spent touring the college, visiting each individual class with the entire group of attending applicants, which soon finished in the assembly hall where some of the teachers answered questions and described campus life and available courses in detail. One of the reasons you had chosen this college was because they had available majors in both Journalism and Creative Writing for Fiction. If you could get into either of those classes, even as a Minor, you’d be a happy girl.

Next to you sat Namjoon, having skipped out on his regular classes to lend you some moral support. He nudged your shoulder when one of the teachers introduced the Creative Writing program, “you’re practically drooling right now”.

You sent him a scolding look, “shut up,” you said before casually wiping the side of your lip with the back of your palm just in case.

He chuckled quietly to himself before smiling at you, “Can’t believe I missed bothering your ass in class”

It was difficult to stay mad at Namjoon. Since your childhood, you’d always find yourself arguing with him over the littlest things and in the next second laughing and joking about something else as if nothing happened. He knew how to get under your skin as you did his and yet you still hadn’t killed each other yet. And he was pretty darn handsome, which probably helped save his ass a few times. So when he nudged you again, you nudged him back, smiling happily to yourself as the teacher on the platform finished her presentation.

By the time you were allowed to leave the auditorium, it was well past 9:00 PM, but instead of sending you all to your assigned dorm rooms, they ushered you all into the atrium at the front of the school where dozens upon dozens of boxes of pizza had been set out for you guys to devour.

watching a hundred or more hungry teenagers scramble for food all at once is pretty terrifying. You broke away from the swarm of other teens and wandered towards your temporary dorm room that you shared with Namjoon. Typically, only the dorms were co-ed and not the individual rooms; but, since Namjoon’s roommate was out of town on a family emergency and you both practically knew each other since diapers, plus he was a ‘role model student’, they allowed you to take the extra bunk. It was like a weight lifted off your shoulders knowing that you didn’t have to spend the whole spring break with a bunch giggly, hormonal girls.

Not surprised to not that Namjoon  wasn’t back from the pizza fest yet,  you took advantage of the silence. Finally alone - and bored - you pulled out a book from your duffle bag and hopped onto the bed. Just as you landed, an angry “Ouch!” resounded from beneath you.

You screamed and leaped off of the bunk, holding your book out in front of you as your only source of protection as some random guy crawled out from underneath the bed frame.

“What the hell are you doing in here?” you asked - still holding out the book as though it were actually going to help you. “How the hell did you get in here and why were you under the bed?”

For a second, he looked confused, and then he smiled, “You’re Y/N, Namjoon’s friend, aren’t you?”

“How do you know that?”

Sitting down on the bed, he smiled, “I’m his roommate.”

Your eyes narrowed in suspicion, “Aren’t you supposed to be gone on -”

“On a family emergency,” he sighed. “Yeah. I am. But it wasn’t an emergency, so I came back.”

“But I thought your mom was pretty sick”

“So did I,” He snorted, “But imagine my surprise at finding my mom safe and sound at home and my dad and her packing for a cruise.” Then he smiled, “I’m Hoseok, by the way. Thanks for not replacing my bedsheets with something pink.”

You stubbornly crossed your arms, “That doesn’t make any sense. Why would someone tell you that your mother was sick if it isn’t true?”

Hoseok’s lips quirked into a wry grin, “Have you ever broken up with someone who refuses to acknowledge that it happened?”

“But why were you under the bed?”

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck almost sheepishly, “I was hiding.”

“Why?”

“You use that word a lot,” he muttered. “The dorm staff just did room checks to make sure everybody had a place and wasn’t doubled up, and they don’t know I’m back. So… WelI, I panicked.”

The look on his face made you chuckle to yourself and you lowered your book. As you did, the cover caught his eye and he laughed.

“Holy crap - ‘The Darkest Part of the Forest’ by Holly Black. That’s such a good book.”

Your jaw dropped. “You’ve read it?”

“Hell, yes.” Hoseok leaned over the side of the bed and pulled out a cardboard box from underneath. When he sat back up, he was holding all the author’s books written. “I’ve read them all at least a hundred times and they still seem to wow me.”

It was rare you’d find someone with the same interest in books with paranormal standalone . Holly Black wasn’t just your average author and the fact that Hoseok knew anything about her brought a smile to your face. The silence seemed to wash over the both of you, but it wasn’t an awkward silence, instead you both were rather content in the fact that you both found something you had in common.

Nodding towards his collection, he asked, “You can borrow them if you want.”

You shrugged, suddenly feeling shy, “That’s okay”

Pretending like he hadn’t heard you, he picked up the books and handed them to you, “I see Namjoon every day. It’s not like I won’t know where they are.”

You gingerly placed them on top of your duffle bag, making sure that nothing could bend or dog-ear the pages. But you found you couldn’t quite look him in the eyes afterward, so you murmured a quiet, “Thanks”

Hoseok wasn’t at all what you were expecting. Namjoon had talked about him a hundred times or more, but you hadn’t actually pictured him to look so… normal. Namjoon always said Hoseok didn’t go out much. That he usually stayed in the dorm studying or reading. He didn’t stay out past midnight, he didn’t go out on the crazy frat parties; he got good grades, studied hard, and kept to himself. You honestly imagined some tall lanky guy with coke bottle bottom glasses and only button up shirts in his wardrobe. He was nothing like that.

He obviously worked out, but he didn’t have bulging pecs or biceps like the football players had. His hair wasn’t perfectly styled - more like he woke up and just ran his hands through it to get it out of the way. He didn’t have chiseled features like a movie star but he was undoubtedly handsome. For just a moment, you met his gaze and gave him a small smile.

At that moment, the door to the room burst open again and in strode Namjoon.

“There you are,” he huffed. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

“It’s my fault,” Hoseok shrugged. “I saw her reading a pretty good book and she couldn’t shut me up,” he smirked at you.

Namjoon rolled his eyes, “Oh, that’s right, I’m surrounded by…” then he paused, realization striking him all at once. “What are you doing here?”

“It’s a long story”

“Ah.” Setting his books down, Namjoon nodded towards his roommate. “So what are we going to do about the bed situation?”

Your eyes snapped up. you hadn’t thought of that. With Hoseok back, he’d probably be wanting his bed, which meant that you needed to find a different room. Which also meant that you’d need to socialize.

“I’ll camp out in Tae’s room. He’s actually on vacation.”

“What?” both Namjoon and you stared at the other man in confusion.

“But,” you stammered, “your bed - your stuff.”

He merely shrugged, smiling at you as he stood and shuffled to the door, “I’m right across the hall. I can get my stuff when I need it. It’s not like you’re moving in forever.” And with a casual wave to Namjoon, he left.

A few moments of silence passed before Namjoon turned to you and smirked, “You made some first impression. He’s not normally so accommodating.”

“He seems nice enough,” you shrugged, lowering your gaze to hide fire in your cheeks.

“I live with him, and he’s never so nice to me.”

“You’re not easy to be nice to.”

“Watch it. I know where you sleep,” he winked teasingly at you. Checking the clock, he asked, “You hungry?”

You had been, but for some strange reason, you wasn’t anymore. You shook your head and then Namjoon sighed in relief. “Thank God. That mess in the atrium is ridiculous. I’d forgotten how vicious guys are when you get between them and their pizza.” He reached for his shirt and began pulling it over his head

“Woah there hot shot, can’t you do that in a bathroom, a closet, or anytime I’m not in the damn room,” you panicked, throwing the closest thing near you, being a pillow, at his head.

He paused halfway and gave you another smirk, “Seriously, Y/N. Chill. This is college. And these are co-ed dorms. There’s no way in avoiding this. Trust me.” And he pulled his shirt off the rest of the way. Then he kicked off his jeans so that he was standing there in the middle of the room with nothing but his boxers on. “There’s no such thing as privacy here.”

“You don’t say”

He’d been working out. Namjoon had always been handsome and charming. In high school, he’d easily been one of the most popular guys. He was everything - ,social,smart, funny, even being the leader of many clubs. Everything every girl had ever wanted. Including yourself, as much as you refused to admit it.

He moved around the room, straightening up a few things, rifling through the books on his desk for the next day’s homework assignments, before eventually flopping down onto the bed to read one of his books. On top of the covers.

The room was quiet for a long time after that, save for the occasional sound of Namjoon’s book when he turned the page. you kept your eyes closed, pretending to sleep, even though you were wide awake. It was weird. This wouldn’t be the first time you had slept in the same room as him, but knowing that there were no parental supervision and him already stripped basically naked in only his briefs made your mind wander.

“I’m getting up at 3:30 tomorrow,” he murmured, flipping a page in his book. “I work before classes start. You want me to set my alarm for you?”

Clearing your throat, you answered, “Nah. I’ve got my phone.”

Eyes never leaving his book, he grunted an acknowledgment.


This is ridiculous… you heaved a frustrated sigh, staring dismally at the list of courses available to shadow. There were the basics, of course - math, science, and English - but nowhere did you see any of the creative writing classes or the journalism classes that had brought you there in the first place. Was there another list? Did you miss something?

You shuffled away from the sign-up board and headed towards the barista at the other end of the atrium. There was only one solution for disappointments like this: coffee.

Stepping in line, you scanned the menu for something you wanted, until a familiar voice caught your attention.

“Extra whip on that?”

“You know it,” the girl in front of you laughed. “I got Mr. Bergquist today.”

“Ouch… extra whip and a pump of chocolate it is.”

Hoseok!

You impatiently waited for your turn, then stepped up to the counter with a shy wave. Hoseok smiled down at you.

“Hey, Y/N.”

“Hi.” you cleared your throat. “I didn’t know you were the barista, here.”

He shrugged, “One of many. It’s part of the work scholarship. What can I get you?”

“Caramel macchiato?”

“Comin’ right up.” He went to work, as you waited awkwardly - wanting so desperately to talk to him yet not knowing what in the world you should say. He glanced at you a few times, and then broke the silence himself, “I thought for sure you’d be in the English classes by now.”

Frowning, you answered, “I actually was more interested in shadowing the advanced classes - like journalism or creative writing. But I didn’t see them on the sign-up board.”

“Problem solved,” he chuckled, setting out his “closed” sign before turning back and adding the caramel and whip cream to the macchiato. “Turns out Creative Writing for fiction is my major, so you can just follow me this week.” Then he stammered, realizing what he had just offered, “I mean, that is, you don’t have to. If you want…”

Before he could go any further, you nodded, “Yes! I’d love to.”

Sitting next to him in class proved to be the most distracting thing you’d ever experienced. He looked good, he smelled good, and when he smiled at you, you thought your heart would beat right out of your chest. And every now and then, when he moved, his arm would brush yours and you couldn’t help but wonder if he’d done it on purpose.

When the Fiction writing class had ended, Hoseok pulled you aside. He brushed a hand nervously through his hair, clearing his throat before he asked, “I, um… was wondering if you wanted to… maybe skip the rest of class today.” Then he blushed, turning his face away, “I don’t know about you, but I’m having a hard time focusing.”

At first, you were sure you’d heard him correctly.  

“Yeah,” you managed to nod. “Sounds fun.”

The relief on his face made your heart skip a beat and he nodded for you to follow him out a side door. “There’s a fair going on just outside of town. If you wanted, we could go.”

“Sure!” you smiled up at him. “When do we leave?”

Hoseok and you had so much in common, beyond your love for books. The entire way to the fair, you had music blasting on the radio, the both of you singing along to every word. At the fair, you talked about everything and nothing - from your mutual love of certain authors and your favorite movies to things like the future, where you both saw yourselves in ten years, and what sort of things you dreamed of.

Back at the college, Hoseok pulled you into a dark corner just outside the dorms. His thumbs trailed gently across your knuckles as he gazed down at you. You could see a faint blush on his cheeks, even in the darkness as he fumbled for the right words.

“Tonight was great… I mean, I had a great time at the fair. With you.” Then he chuckled, shaking his head, “I’m sorry. I’m not good at this.”

You took a step closer. You both were almost touching, and your heart was beating wildly in your chest. “Thank you for today. This was amazing.”

“We should do this again.”

You bit your lip as you met his hopeful gaze. “I’d like that.”

Slowly, he leaned down, and you waited with bated breath as his lips neared your own. Instinctively, your eyes fluttered closed, and you leaned into his touch as his hands cupped your cheeks. Your lips met in a soft, almost tentative, kiss, and you found yourself leaning into him. His hands dropped from your cheeks to your waist as the kiss deepened, pulling you in closer until your  body was pressed against his.

It was over too soon, you couldn’t stop the sigh that escaped your lips when he pulled away. Something fierce burned in his gaze as he searched your eyes, and a moment later, he kissed you again. This time, you was ready. Your arms went around his neck and you clung to him while his hands roamed your body, sliding from your waist to your hips, pulling you tightly against him. you  gasped into his mouth at the feel of the hard bulge in his pants, pressing against your stomach.

While one hand anchored you against him, the other toyed with the hem of your t-shirt slipping inside to feel the soft skin beneath it. His hand was calloused but gentle, and ever so slowly moved upwards towards your breasts. His thumb flicked across your hardened nipple, sliding across the fabric of your bra, and you moaned into his kiss, gasping loudly when he rolled the nub between his two fingers.

Suddenly, your back was against the wall, both of his hands beneath your shirt and fondling your breasts. The heat was building between your legs, and pushed your hips into his body, against the solid bulge in his pants that was harder than ever. He grunted when your hips rubbed against his cock and he moved his passionate kisses in a line down your jaw to your neck.

He was getting rougher, but then so was you. Your teeth grazed his jaw, then moved to suck on his earlobe while his mouth attacked your throat and your collar. His hands slid behind you, fumbling with the clasps of your bra, growling in frustration between kisses at the complexity. As you reached to help him, he gave up, instead of lifting the bra above your breasts, and moving his mouth to suck your exposed nipple.

“Hoseok,” you gasped, feeling your knees grow weak.

Your  hand reached down to his pants and you let your fingers trail against his cock. He shuddered when you squeezed and sucked harder on a spot on your neck he had been working on while his hands moved down your stomach to the front of your jeans.

Deftly undoing the top button, he lowered the zipper and you whimpered at how achingly slow it seemed before it was open. And when his fingers trailed against the dripping wet slit you were undone. Without thinking, you cried out loudly in pleasure, slumping against the wall. Every fiber in your being was aching for more. But you had been too loud and a shout from across the road startled the both of you out of your fun.

“Shit,” Hoseok cursed. “I’ve got to go. I’ll distract them. Go ahead, get inside.” He turned to run, then thought the better of it, giving you one last kiss before darting across the lawn. Well, there goes your hook up right out the window genius.

You pulled your shirt into a somewhat decent position and then bolted up the stairs to your shared room with Namjoon. You had forgotten all about him and hadn’t told him you were going out. You were sure to hear a mouth full.

Small moans could be heard in the hallway as you neared your room and you didn’t think much of it other than the fact that that could be you but your loud ass couldn’t wait until you and Hoseok were behind closed doors first. You were salty. But as you closed in on your dorm door, it was clear that it was coming from inside.

“Fuck, Y/N” you heard faintly, but maybe you were imagining things

You, being curious George, thought nothing of it as you slightly opened the room door.  Shock washed over you as you eyes widen from the view in front of you.  Namjoon on full display as he sat on his bed with his raging hard-on standing full alert against his bare chest. His hand wrapped so viciously around his cock while his eyes were slammed shut.  His boxers hugged his ankles while his fist around his cock went to town, pumping away.

“Y/N” Namjoon moaned again this time loud and clear, his eyes still sealed shut, still clueless to you existence in the room.

You didn’t know what to do. Your best friend was getting off to you while you were only two yards away at most in the same room. You began backing away, hoping to get out of there to save you both the embarrassment until your elbow collided with the dresser standing to your left near the door.

You let out a painful ‘ouch’ before realizing what you had done. Namjoon’s eyes flung open as his neck snapped in your direction with complete alert, only to flush when you realized it was you standing there.

“Don’t worry I didn’t hear- I mean, see anything” you panicked as you watched him scramble to pull his underwear back up. It was clear that you were lying but what else were you supposed to do in a situation like this? Shit.

Namjoon stood, running both hands through his hair as he paced back in forth, “Y/N… shit I’m sorry I-”

You tried to keep your eyes on his waistband as his member fought desperately wanted to be freed, a wet spot forming on his briefs the outline was clear as day. Namjoon took a step towards you and you could help but advance back, your eyes still avoiding his.

“You know what, I’m gonna go check out the dining hall I’m starving. Do you want anything? Forget it I’ll just bring you back something” you began rambling as you flung the room door open. You had to get out of there.

As soon as you were out of the room you began fast pacing it down the hall, walking even faster when you thought you heard a pair of feet behind you. You were practically running and didn’t know where you were going but as long as you weren’t near Namjoon, you’d be fine.

You made it to a lounge area that you recognized from your first night  but hadn’t paid much mind to. Taking a seat, you began rubbing your temple, trying to erase your memory of your best friend. How the hell are you going to make it the rest of the week?


 A/N- Im not sure if ill make a part two although I should but we all know i love cliffhangers. one day you guys are going to throw me off a cliff  

Part Two

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It’s you and me, baby {Kim Minseok}

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You sighed as your fingertips tapped the tabletop in a rhythmic beat, watching customers chat away with each other as they sipped at their complex coffee orders. Today was a slow one, and the autumn air outside was turning colder and sharper as the day turned to dusk.

It was safe to say that your life was perfectly boring.

You went through school with average grades, never too loud or too quiet. You’d always lived to your parents great expectations, never once stepping out of line, always playing by the rules in the book. Your appearance was even pretty average, you never stepped out of the social expectations, never dyed your hair or wore much make up. And that was it, that was you, living in a boring reality.

But that was not the fate you were supposed to live, which was why everything changed as soon as the candy floss haired man stepped through the cafe door.

He wasn’t like anyone you’d ever seen before.

His hair, as stated before, was a light shade of candy floss pink, styled perfectly and matched his milky complexion. Around his heavily lined eyes was thick framed glasses that rested upon his pierced nose. But that wasn’t the only thing that was pierced, his ears were occupied too, and the end of his eyebrow, and his lip.

Tattoos decorated his toned arms that were revealed by his short sleeved ACDC top. His jeans were black and ripped, matching his lace up army boots perfectly. He held a jacket over his shoulder, the action made his upper arms flex, revealing his strength. Just watching him was enough to make you fall six feet under.

“I’ll have a plain black coffee please.” He ordered, his voice deep.

“S-sure.” You responded, cringing at your own stammer.

You noticed his eyebrow cock upwards at the action, smirking at the way you were blushing under his intense stare.

“And a piece of you would be nice, too.” He continued, almost trying out how far his effect on you would go.

You passed him the hot drink and the rescript, cheeks flushing. “That’s 4,100 won please.”

He leant across the desk, picking himself up one of the pens before scribbling a line of numbers on the rescript, he then reached into the depths of his pockets, pulling out the correct money before sliding over to you with the rescript and the pen he’d used.

“Call me, sweetheart.” He winked before picking up his coffee and turning to walk away.

You called the number, and it brought you here.

An empty street, broken bricks surrounding you and darkness.

Minseok stood before you, a gun loaded and pressed against his thigh.

“Did you mean it, {y/n}? When you said you wanted a more exciting life? Because I can give you that and more. It’s dangerous, and you’ll be risking your life every day walking these streets. But isn’t that what you want?” He was speaking such dangerous words, but the way he spoke was so appealing and so beautiful, like he was promising you the moon and the stars.

“Of course this is what I want. I want you.” You told him, falling more and more in love. You were way over your head.

Minseok smirked, caging you between his arms.

“In that case, it’s you and me baby.”

How every John Green book/movie goes

I’m Kyle,

I’m not your average 16 year old lanky white boy with short greasy hair. I’m very unique because unlike your average teenager I listen to old rock and indie music. I live in a random ass state with a lot of trees like Minnesota. You don’t know it yet, but the trees hold a very symbolic meaning that will be revealed later. I’m tired of living my same old boring life, I need some excitement. My supportive parents understand my yearning for excitement in my life so they allow me to go to summer camp. At summer camp, I meet this very rebellious and mysterious girl called Lauren (but she likes to be called Danny because what’s more rebellious than a nickname that doesn’t have anything to do with your name?“). Danny and I become friends and bond over generic ass vintage music and I’m surprised because she’s very beautiful and I’m very ugly. I fall in love with Danny but she has a horrible past and can’t commit to anything too serious. Danny starts to reveal my rebel side and persuades me to sneak out and go on a road trip! I’ve never felt such a rush because I’m boring and very self conscious. While on the road trip, we drive past some trees which is revealed to somehow represent Danny’s love for trees because it reminds her of her childhood. Trees grow and Danny grew to to turn over a new rebellious leaf(or some deep shit like that.) One night on our trip, when I was sleeping, Danny snuck out and now I can’t find her. I panic because I love my little tree. Danny leaves a bunch of clues for me to find her because she’s so damn mysterious and I find her….dead…beside a tree. She was climbing it to gaze at the stars but missed a branch fell down (gasp). Another symbolic reference because Danny died from what she loved the most (This is some deep ass shit right hur so Its going to be a T-shirt design in a few days). I am saddened, but those few weeks with Danny are the best weeks of my life and now whenever I see a tree I think of Danny, my little tree.

anonymous asked:

I've heard a good advice that says 'Take the book you love and read it like writer.' I have this book now and I wanted to ask just how exactly do I take it apart? I want to have some kind of plan to tackle it and understand why exactly I loved it and why I still remember it as something great. I want to learn but I'm not sure how.

How to Read Like a Writer:

1) Pick a scene. Any scene. If you’re writing an action-packed story, you might pick an action scene. Or maybe you just pick a scene that stuck out to you.

While you are reading the scene, highlight words and phrases that stick out to you. We’ll come back to this later.

Now answer the following question:

  • What happens in this scene? Why does this happen?

For example, in Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone, there is a scene in which Harry, Ron, and Hermione get caught in some vine things as a security measure. Hermione is the first to fall through. Why? Because she knew what to do and remained calm so that the vines would not grab her like they did her friends.

2) Reread the scene and answer the following question:

  • Why does the author make this happen?

What purpose did this scene have? Did it show character traits? Did it expand world building? Did it further the plot? Did it increase the action? Decrease the action? Start the action? Was it used as a threshold from one (metaphorical) world to the next?

3) Reread the scene and make a list of any new information that is given to the reader and everything that happens.

  • Why was it presented in this order?

If you switch around the order of a few things, does the scene cease to make sense? Is an info-dump created? Does the presentation affect pacing and mood? Note the relationship between the release of new information and the events of the scene. What happens when?

4) Go back to your highlighted words and phrases.

  • Why did you highlight these words and phrases?

What thoughts and feelings did they evoke? Were you reminded of anything? Was the language vivid? Can you spot any literary devices? Is there a rhythm to it (read it aloud)? Have you learned new ways to say things?

Once you’ve answered that, replace those words and rewrite those phrases with synonyms. How does the scene change?

Now change them again, but with the intention of making the scene grittier, or faster, or lighter in tone, or alliterative. How does it change the scene?

Switch around the original words and phrases. How does a change in juxtaposition and diction change the scene? Why is it better that a certain phrase is phrased a certain way?

5) Take general notes on all your favorite books

  • What is the POV? What is the tense? Does the POV change? Are most of your favorite books in this POV and/or tense?
  • On average, how long are sentences or paragraphs?
  • Are there a lot of main characters? Very few main characters? Lots of minor characters and only a few main characters?
  • What characters do you connect with most? What do they have in common (e.g., they tend to think about the world in a similar way)?

bladesofaura13  asked:

Female, 5'3" with blue-green eyes and have annoying long eyelashes. I also have mid-neck length brown hair. I'm your average introvert who loves youtube, writing, video games, books and animals. In fact, I love making games, so I'd probably make you a silly little animation or watch Mark, Jack ot Amy with you. If I were to take you on a date, I'd let you choose where to go but I'm all for suggesting book stores, a movie theater, a walk, even a museum or comic store.

you sound so cute! id love to go on a date w you!