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Playboy, bad boy Kim Taehyung

Originally posted by namjoonie00

Series genre: Smut, angst, fluff

Description: Kim Taehyung, one of the nastiest human beings you have ever been associated with. You despite even breathing the same air as him yet he still somehow finds a place in your life.

note: Park Jimin will also play a major role in this series. Also, this chapter will have some Harry Potter references that are not absolutely necessary to the story itself. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

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Savior

She found herself in an abandoned warehouse just a few blocks from the run down apartment her father had rented until he gathered the insurance money from their original apartment that had burned down days before. [Y/N] sat with her feet dangling over edge of the catwalk, her body facing the industrial sized window that overlooked the dirty and deserted streets of the city. 

Looking down, she pulled out the pill bottle from her hoodie pocket. Running her fingers over the label, she fought back the tears. Closing her hand over the prescription bottle, she looked out the window and mustered up the courage to uncap the poison in her hand. 

Just as she was about to swallow all the pills, she jumped at the sound of glass shattering below her. She cursed as the oxycodone fell from her fingers and onto the warehouse ground. Standing up, [Y/N] peered over the catwalk and noticed a figure struggling to stand. Her eyes strained to adjust to the dark. Gasping when she caught sight of the famous red and blue, she scrambled off the catwalk and down the stairs to the first floor. 

“Oh my god.” She panted as she made it to the figure. Slowing her steps, she assessed the situation. It was definitely Spiderman, that she knew. What she didn’t know was why he was covered in enough blood to fill up a bathtub. Shrieking when he collapsed onto the ground, she ran to him. 

Kneeling on the hard ground, she propped him up on her knees. She looked down at her hands that were now covered in sticky, wet blood. “Oh god.” [Y/N] shuddered, she hated blood. Clearing her throat, she gently tapped his masked face, “Hey? You with me?” She scanned over the rest of him, her eyes widening at the ripped suit and exposed torso. Her heart rate increased, he wasn’t just covered in blood, it was his own blood. 

“Holy shit. Hey, hey, hey!” [Y/N] shook him slightly, “We need to get you to a hospital!” She pawed at him, struggling to find a cellphone. Finally finding one, she cursed loudly as it slipped from her hands “I need you to stay with me!” Trying to unlock the phone with her blood soaked fingers, she screamed when he grabbed her forearm. Leaning down, her brows knitted together at the muffled sounds coming from where his mouth was located. “What? I can’t, I don’t know, I can’t understand you.” He continued to mumble with her still unable to understand him. 

Taking in a deep shaky breath, she set down the phone away from the spreading blood puddle. “I can’t understand you with your mask on,” [Y/N] said gently. Biting her lip, she reached for the bottom of his mask. “I have to take your mask off, okay?” Not waiting for him to answer, she gently and slowly revealed the face that laid underneath. [Y/N] gasped softly when she finally removed the cover, her heart sped up even more. How was this possible? 

“Peter?!” [Y/N] cried out. Spiderman was a kid, a teenager? More importantly her lab partner in Chemistry. So many questions rolled through her brain but was quickly cut short when she remembered that she needed to call 911. 

Peter’s eyes fluttered, his mouth moving but very little sounds coming out. “Call Tony, not 911, please.” He croaked out. 

“What? Tony?!” She yelped, who the hell was Tony? “But, you need help!”

“Call……Tony……please.”

[Y/N] started to shake, she could feel his body temperature start to drop. Struggling to find this mysterious Tony number, “Come on, come on. Yes! Okay, come on, please pick up….pick up, come on.”

“Listen, Parker. You better have a damn good reason-”

“-Oh my gosh! Thank god, um, Peter told me to call you. I don’t know why, I should be calling 911. He’s bleeding out….there’s a lot of blood. I don’t know what to do. We need help! Why am I calling you instead of 911, oh my god, I’m so stupid. He’s probably going to die because of this phone call. Oh my god.” 


[Y/N] leaned her head against the frame of the window that showed Peter sleeping soundly in his hospital room. Her hands and arms were free from his blood but the reminder of almost seeing him die in her arms were still soaked into her clothes. 

“Here you go, kid.” 

Standing up straight, she looked up to see Tony hand her a fresh set of clothes. Placing a hand on her shoulder, he gave her a pressed smile. “You can get changed over here.” Patting her back, he calmly spoke. “He’ll be here when you get back, I promise. Come on.” 

Reluctantly following Tony, she thanked him and closed the curtain to change. Wincing as she peeled off her clothes, she looked around to find a spot to place them.

“There’s a little washing station off to her left there.” 

Following his direction, she sighed in content to know that she could wash the rest of the blood off. “Um, thank you.” 

“Yeah, no problem.” Tony twirled around, his hands clasped behind his back. “So uh, Peter’s never mentioned you before. Are you two friends?” 

Running a wet towel over her torso, she shook her head even though she knew he couldn’t see her. “No, not really.” Running it over her legs, she sighed again. “We’re just lab partners.”  

“Oh.”

Quickly changing into the fresh clothes, she slid the curtain open. 

“Much better?” He smiled as she nodded.

Guiding them back to Peter’s room, he slowed his steps as he got to the window. It was a close call and Tony was so unbelievably thankful that he made it. 

“He saved me once,” [Y/N] said softly. 

“Hm?” Tony asked, distracted from his thoughts. 

She motioned towards Peter, “He saved me, about two weeks ago.” Hugging herself, she bit her lip. “My apartment building caught on fire and I was stupid enough to go back up the six flights to get something and just as I was about to go back down, the stairs collapsed on me.” [Y/N] met Tony’s eyes, “I never got a chance to thank him and for the past week and a half, I’ve been sitting next to him.” 

“I’m sure he knew,” Tony reassured. Following her gaze to Peter, he frowned, “What were you doing at that warehouse anyway? Seems a bit morbid to be a teen hangout spot.” 

[Y/N] inhaled slowly, “I lost my mom during the battle of New York. We were on our way to see a movie when everything hit the fan. Our taxi got flipped over on its side and the doors were jammed. So, my dad kicked the window out and threw me. I broke a few ribs and my arm but I didn’t feel it at the time because all I could focus on was the fact that there were aliens swarming the city. My mom had suffered a concussion from the wreck and was fading in and out of consciousness so my dad climbed out first to get better leverage. He was a little shaky from it all too so he lost his footing and fell to the ground. I just remember standing there in shock and in panic from it all that I almost didn’t notice the gas leaking from the other cars. I screamed for my dad to hurry but the taxi blew up before he could even stand up to try.” 

Tony stood in silence, his heart breaking. He felt responsible for everything that had happened in New York. And it hurt even more to be standing in front of someone who had lost so much during it all. 

“You asked why I was in the warehouse and the reason was that ever since that day, my dad was never the same. And to a degree, I changed too but he just became so cold. Every time he looked at me, I could see disgust in his eyes. I reminded him so much of the woman he failed to save that he couldn’t even bare to look at me. Abuse isn’t just physical, Mr. Stark. It’s verbal too and every day since then, that was what I had to deal with. Him degrading me as a person, making me see myself in a way that my mother would never let me see myself as. I went to that warehouse tonight to be reunited with my mother. To be reunited with the one person who would have loved me no matter what.” 

Tony inhaled sharply. Nodding, he placed a warm and firm hand on her shoulder. “I tend to be hypocritical at times and this is one of those moments when I say I believe in fate which I normally don’t. But, had you not gone to that warehouse, Peter would be dead. Instead of ending a life, you saved one.” 


Peter’s eyes fluttered open, groaning from the pain, he went to raise his hand to his head but immediately regretted his movement. It felt like he had been hit with a train ten times over. Blinking, his eyes adjusted to the girl sitting in an arm chair with a Chemistry book in her lap. 

“[Y/N]?! What are, what are you doing here?” Panic started to settle into his bones. 

She looked up from her textbook, untucking her legs from underneath her, she set the book down. “You were involved in a serious car accident-”

“-wha?” Peter tried to recall this accident but all he remembered was being seconds from being ripped apart. 

“Peter! You’re awake!” 

“Aunt May?” Peter exclaimed, completely dumbfounded at what was going on. “I don’t understand.” 

Aunt May started to sob, “Oh my god, I’m so glad you’re okay! I was so worried about you.” 

[Y/N] stood up, grabbing her backpack, she smiled. “It’s okay if you don’t remember the car accident, Peter.” Walking over towards him, she gently patted his hand. “You were walking me back to my apartment after our study session when you pushed me out of the way of a speeding car. I can’t thank you enough for saving my life. Hopefully one day I can return the favor.” Just as Aunt May wasn’t looking, she winked and motioned a phone signal with her hand and mouthed call Tony. Turning towards Aunt May, she smiled, “If it’s okay, I’ll leave Peter’s schoolwork with you.” 

Aunt May nodded, tears soaking her eyes. “Of course!” 

Handing it off, she looked at Peter. “I’m glad you’re okay. I’ll see you around.” 

Peter still dumbfounded, nodded. “Yeah. uh, see you around.” 

Once she left the room, Aunt May wiped away some tears. “I know you’re in pain and everything but she’s cute!” 

anonymous asked:

Hello! I really like your blog. Can I ask to write about how RFA + Saeran forgot about MC's birthday and missed it? If it's possible from their viewpoint.

Oh boy, that got so long, these are basically mini-fics, I’m just too lazy to take it out of the topics lolol. Hope you enjoy it! ^^


   RFA + Saeran forgetting MC’s birthday

Zen

  • His new musical debuted that night, after it was over, he ran to the dressing room looking for you, but… you weren’t there?
  • He asked the staff if you were still in your seat, they said they didn’t even see you that night.
  • “Oh, she must be with Jaehee.” He texted both of you, none of you texted back. Weird…
  • He called you, nothing. He called Jaehee, she answered, but there was some loud music playing. “Jaehee, is MC with you?”
  • “WHAT??? ZEN, WHERE ARE YOU??? ARE YOU OUTSIDE???” she was yelling
  • “Outside where, Jaehee? Outside the theatre?” “WHAT??? ZEN, MC IS WORRIED, AREN’T YOU COMING???” he heard Yoosung yelling  “BOO, WHAT KIND OF BOYFRIEND MISSES HER OWN GIRLFRIEND’S BIRTHDAY PARTY???YOU’RE MISSING IT, PRETTY BOY, THIS PARTAAAAY IS CRAZY” he sounded drunk
  • Then it hit him… SHIT! It was today! Your birthday!!! How could he forget that?
  • He saw you in the morning, you sounded so excited, but you were always so bubbly, he didn’t even notice you were especially excited that day. Oh god… just remembering your beautiful smile made his heart sink in guilty. Why didn’t you say anything?
  • “Wake up, Zen! She’s not like you to be bragging about her own  birthday!” he thought. Yes, you were nothing like him at all, you were so sweet, so selfless… he was a selfish workaholic who abandoned her girlfriend in her first birthday with you! Ugh… he was the worst boyfriend ever!
  • His colleagues invited him to an after party, he declined. He needed to know where your party was happening… Calling you would be the most embarrassing and hurtful thing he could ever do!
  • Calling Jaehee seemed hopeless. Yoosung? Yeah, obviously not!  Seven would tease him for not knowing where the party was. There was only one person discreet enough he could call… but it was Jumin fucking Han! God… asking that jerk a favor made him feel sick, but it was for MC… he would do anything for his precious girlfriend.
  •  Jumin answered quickly, the music wasn’t too loud, he was probably a little away from the crowd, that antisocial freak! No…  he needed to ask him a favor, it wasn’t the time to cuss him out. “Where are you? MC is concerned” he said in a monotone tone.
  •  “I need to ask you something, but you have to promise me you won’t say anything! If you say something, I swear I’ll…” “You’re about to ask me a favor, yet you’re threatening me? How bold…” “LISTEN, YOU JERK! I get it, I’m an asshole, ok? I screwed up her birthday! You have no idea how much I regret it… I…” no, he could not do that talking with Jumin, pull yourself together! “I need to know the address of the party…”
  •  “Are you serious? You really don’t know?” “Don’t make me feel worse, dude! I can do that by myself!” “I’m not doing it on purpose, I’m just reminding you of your irresponsibility… did you even get her a present?” “DUUUUUUDE! I TOLD YOU I COULD MAKE MYSELF FEEL WORSE! OH GOD!”
  •  “Zen, pull yourself together, please. This is quite embarrassing for me too… think objectively, what can you do right now? There must be something…” Zen thought for a few seconds… there was something he could do!
  • “Hey, jerk! I thought of something! Tell me the address and I’ll take care of everything else! I just need a prop I saw backstage and…” “What do I get in return?” “DUDE, ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?”
  •  “I’m a business man, I need to know what will be my gain on this.” He could almost see the smirk on that son of a bitch’s face. “Fine! There’s something I can do along with my… surprise for MC. Give me the address and see for yourself.” “But…” “Just trust me on this one, ok? Now here’s what you need to do…”
  • You were dancing with Seven, he was making silly moves to make you laugh and distract you from your concern about your boyfriend.
  • Were you mad? Nah, why would you? It was his career after all… I mean, should you be mad about your boyfriend forgetting your birthday? The first one with you as a couple? Even if he couldn’t ditch work, he saw you in the morning, he should had said something! A day has fucking 24 hours, Zen! Calling you wouldn’t take more than a few minutes, for fuck’s sake. Yep, you were mad.
  • Seven stepped away from you a little, you looked like you were gonna punch someone. Then, he stared at the little stage on the nightclub, you followed his gaze and… what was Jumin doing up there?
  • “Is this thing on? Is it? Okay…” he said in the microphone, then he cleared his throat and took a piece of paper from his pocket “Yes, good evening, ladies and gentlemen. We gathered here today to celebrate our dear friend, MC’s birthday tonight.” A blue light showed up to your face as people applauded you, what was Jumin doing? This was so embarrassing…
  • “I sincerely hope it was a day of joy for you, MC, that you received all the love and affection from your friends and family. And… I hope you’re prepared right now… for the ultimate demonstration of love from your boyfriend.” You could hear people making “uuuhh…” sounds. “He made me say this tacky speech and, to quote him, ‘I apologize for being late, I’m selfish and I care too much about my image, that’s why I didn’t even consider not doing that musical today. However… to show you how much I love you and how sorry I am, I’m letting go of my image today, I’m even letting go of my pride and letting a jerk read my apologize for you.’ Oh… I’m, I’m the jerk right now. Interesting… anyway, enjoy your boyfriend’s gift, MC!” he got off the stage still muttering “How ungrateful…”
  •  The nightclub staff carried a huge cake to the stage. Oh god… you knew where this was going, oh no… Yep. Your boyfriend came out of the cake wearing only underwear with a decorative bow on it and… freaking cat ears on his head.
  • Seven was laughing hard, Jaehee was feeling bold after a couple of drinks and took a lot of pictures, Yoosung was passed out on the corner and didn’t see anything, Jumin kept his head low trying not to let everybody see him chuckling, and you… were still a little mad, but it was impossible not to feel happy to see him (and maybe a little turned on)
  • So you just went up on that stage and gave him a quick kiss on the lips, he whispered “happy birthday” and you smiled softly, it was impossible not to smile right now.

Yoosung

  •  “Yoosung, I let your green shirt on the hanger, oh, and be careful when you go to the bathroom, I think there’s something wrong with the lock… The roast beef is on the oven, don’t touch it! I’ll just go to the convenience store and see if they have that sauce we liked the other day, ok?”
  • “Mmmmhmm” he mumbled, staring at his laptop’s screen. You couldn’t bother wondering if he was really listening, you were in such a hurry to get everything done.
  • He didn’t know why you were running everywhere, it was just dinner! What was so special about this one?
  •  He was just worried about this quest, there were so many rare items available right then.
  • He was done a few minutes later, he stretched his arms and let out a yawn. “MC?” you didn’t answer. “MC? Are you in the bathroom? I’m coming in…” he entered and the door closed behind him.
  • He yelped, scared. He tried to open the door a few times and got more and more tense as he realized he was really trapped inside the bathroom. His phone was on his bedroom. Shit…
  • He heard the living room’s door being open.  “MC? MC, is that you?”
  • “Yoosung? Where are you?” “I’m trapped in the bathroom, I think there’s something wrong with the lock” “Yes, I know” “You knew? Why didn’t you tell me?”
  • “ I told you, Yoosung! You didn’t hear anything I said before I left?” “Where were you, anyways?” You sighed deeply. “Nevermind, Yoosung, let me call a locksmith and try to get you out of here before the night is completely ruined!”
  • Wow, you really sounded frustrated, this dinner was that important to you? Why?
  • “Oh, don’t worry, MC!  I can always cook some fried rice really quick like I normally do.” “Well, isn’t that the point? Doing something different because tonight is special?”
  • “Oh, sure…” Why is tonight special? Think, Yoosung, think! “Yes, tonight is a very special day…for… us?”
  • You glared at the door as you could actually see him. “Yoosung? What day is today?” “Today? T-Today? Hum… Friday?”
  • “I knew it! I knew you weren’t listening to me earlier, I knew you didn’t know what day is today! Gosh, I’m so stupid! My friends tried to drag me to this bar, but no, I insisted on spending my birthday with my boyfriend!” OH FUCK!
  • M-MC! It’s today! Yeah!” “Yes, you could at least notice the presents that came, but you were too busy with that fucking game all day, right?” You were freaking terrifying when you swore, he was shivering
  • “MC, I don’t even know how to proper apologize right now, I’m so sorry! I… bought your present months ago and I guess I just… forgot?”
  • “Yes, Yoosung, you forget everything around you when you play that game! Seriously… I… I can’t believe the only way to make you listen to me is with  you locked up like this… this is so… fucked up!” Another swear, another shiver! But what you said gave him an idea. “So… keep me like this…” “What?”
  •  “Seriously, keep me like this! We can call the locksmith tomorrow morning. I don’t have my phone or computer with me, so all I can focus is your voice now. Tell me everything and I’ll listen.” “What are you saying? This is weird!”
  • “So let’s do it as a game! How about that: for every year of your life, you tell me something I should know about you? Silly things or meaningful things, you tell me everything and I’ll listen!” You were still hesitating, but… your boyfriend listening to you all night long? That was… sort of fun… you took a deep breath and sat in front of the bathroom door. You could not see each other, but that was better, so you wouldn’t feel embarrassed telling him… very intimate things. “Okay… fact number one about me…”
  • It was morning when you finished, you both were laughing because you told him funny things about you in high school. “Hey, MC?” “Yes, Yoosung?”  “I know I’m late, but… happy birthday!” “Thank you, Yoosung… now let’s get you out of there” your voice got back to the sweet tone he loved so much, he knew he had to do a lot to make it up to you, but now… he was just relieved you didn’t sound mad, and he learned so much about you, this would be really useful later…
  • As soon as he was released, he rushed over you and planted a firm and passionate kiss in your lips, you’ve never seen him like this! “Thanks for your services, sir. Now if you’ll excuse us, I have to make my girlfriend’s dream number 18 come true!” he paid the guy, took your hand and leaded you to the bedroom.

Jaehee

  • She would never! I mean, NEVER EVER forget your birthday! As soon as you started dating, she marked the date on her calendar, she was prepared for this day months ago!
  • You probably knew she was planning everything, so it hit her. You KNEW, it would be no surprise for you at all! She never saw your surprised face before, she would love to see your eyes widening, your mouth opening in a gasp and then turning into a smile for her… oh… it must be so adorable!
  • You always complimented her diligence, her ability to plan something at every detail, but now… she just wanted not to be like that, at least for one day, your day… she had to surprise you somehow!
  • So she thought… what if she pretended to forget your birthday? And when the day was almost ending, she would surprise you with something very romantic and special? It would be so bold and unexpected of her, she couldn’t wait to show you this side of her!
  • It was harder than she thought. When the day came, she kept holding back all the hugs she wanted to give you, the urge to say “Happy Birthday! I love you!”. God… you were looking at her as if you were expecting something! Those puppy eyes, ugh… somebody save her!
  • But she kept going through, it would all be worthy for both of you at the end of the day.   “Jaehee, is there something you wanna say to me?” “Hum… you’re doing a good work today, MC!” “Jaehee, you have nothing to give me today?” “Oh yeah, I have you to give this receipt from the milk distributor, you forgot to sign here.” This was fucking torture!
  • You two closed the cafe in complete silence, she noticed you weren’t as excited as you were that morning. Your smile disappeared from your face as soon as the last customer left.     
  • “So,MC, ready to head home?” “Oh, I… already have plans for tonight.” WHAT? “Oh… you do?” “Yeah, I’m gonna get some drinks with some friends.” “N-No! You can’t!” she said in a high and surprised tone. “Why not?”
  • “W-Well, because you… didn’t you say you were trying to quit drinking?” “I think you’re mistaking me with Zen, Jaehee…” SHIT!
  • “I’ll be back soon, you don’t have to wait me awake if you don’t want to.” Oh… your passive-aggressive tone, it gave her the creeps everytime you acted like that.
  • “Well, can I… can I go with you?” “Oh, it’s just a silly thing with some girls from college, I don’t think you would enjoy that much…  but you’re more than welcome to come.” Yeah, you definitely didn’t want her to join you, you were PISSED
  • “So… I’ll go home just to take a shower and change, ok?” Oh no, the surprise! Time to move, Jaehee! “MC, YOU CAN’T GO!” you looked at her, surprised. Noticing you got a little scared, she lowered her voice “P-Please… don’t go…”
  • “Why not?” Think of something! Quick! “W-well, b-be-e-cause… I… I…  I don’t like your friends, MC!” “What?” “Yes, you… act different after you see them, you get… immature and… annoying!” you could not believe this! Neither could she, what was she doing? When did everything get so out of control?
  • “Annoying?” you scoffed “Wow, okay… thanks for the note, Jaehee! I’ll… well, sorry to disappoint you, but I’ll go get annoying and immature with my friends  tonight, at least they don’t forget my fucking birthday!” and you stormed out of the cafe. She was just… speechless, she could not think of a reaction right now.
  • She thanked God for the fact that the house you shared was not far from the cafe, she could reach you without a problem.
  •  And she got home just in time to see the face she was craving so much to see, but… the tears weren’t a part of her fantasy. “MC? I… I’m so sorry. I… tried to make you a surprise, I thought it would be even surprising  if I pretended I forgot your birthday, but now I see it was so childish of me. I’m really sorry, MC! I don’t hate your friends, I just said that to keep you away from the house, I think they’re great just like you, they’re funny and creative and… bold, like you! And… definitely not like me… I’m-”
  • You interrupted her with a intense yet sweet kiss, she was took by surprise, but quickly catched up with you. “Don’t talk about yourself like this, especially on my birthday…” “Yes, of course, MC, I’ll just say sweet things from now on…”
  • “You should start with a ‘Happy Birthday!’” you both laughed through your tears, you two looked so dork, it was so cute…

Jumin

  • He didn’t really forgot, he just… miscalculated how long that business trip would last.
  • At least that’s what he told Zen over the phone when he called very angry and judgemental about missing his “so called precious girlfriend”. Jumin didn’t want to hear anything of this, mainly because he knew Zen was… ugh… right…
  • He wanted to call you, but was he really ready to listen your sad voice? Would he be able to handle it? His emotions were still a mysterious field, even if you were helping him through. But the things you said and did affected him on a very unpredictable way, so… calling you seemed reckless right now.
  • He would miss it, it was already set. He wouldn’t make in time. All that was left was trying to get you the most thoughtful and amazing gift and take some days off from work to make it up to you. Would it be enough?
  • But then… he saw the photos in the chatroom. MC and the other RFA members at a bar, it would be a cute friend’s photo if Zen WEREN’T THAT CLOSE TO YOU, WITH HIS ARM AROUND YOUR SHOULDER!!!
  • Jumin let out a low groan… this wasn’t right! It was supposed to be his arm around your shoulder… and probably not in that commoner’s bar. You deserved so much better on your birthday! You deserved… a better boyfriend…
  • He caught himself on his private jet, telling the pilot to get there asap. It was a good weather, this wouldn’t take long.
  • And it really didn’t, but now there was another problem… Driver Kim was not picking up his calls! What was he doing? Oh right… Jumin gave him some days off since he was on this business trip, only because MC insisted he needed some rest… he would feel aroused about all this irony if this wasn’t gettin in the way of something so important.
  • He took a cab, this driver didn’t feel reliable, but he was desperate. And the guy guaranteed he could get him to his destination in the shortest amount of time.
  • He just saw the light and heard a loud bang on the side of the cab… then everything got dark.
  • Zen gave you a ride to the hospital on his bike. He was mad, but tried to stay collected to not make you feel more nervous. Jaehee, Seven and Yoosung were already there. Zen and Jaehee wanted to go with you, you insisted on going alone and Seven convinced everybody this was the best right then.   
  • “Don’t talk! Don’t even try using your smothering words to make me forget what you did, Jumin Han! What were you thinking? Are you insane?” Silence… “ANSWER ME!”
  • “You… said you didn’t want me to talk…” he said with his usual calm tone, but in the inside he was terrified, you seemed… not like yourself at all. “Jumin, I swear to God I’ll slap this handsome face of yours and give this hospital a reason to keep you here for a while, don’t test me right now!” you were so scary! And sexy… no, FOCUS, JUMIN!
  •  “I didn’t want to miss your birthday, it didn’t seem right…” “So what? How getting on an unlicensed cab fit into this? Oh my god… do you have any idea how panicked I got when the hospital called me?” you were trying to compose yourself “Why did you get back? I was ok with your business trip getting longer than planned…” “I… saw the photo in the chatroom, you and… Zen…” oh, he should not have mentioned that, you were losing it again.
  • “Zen? You were worried about Zen? Oh my god, Jumin! What the fuck is wrong with you? What were you thinking? Seriously, I want to know how your brain works! Did you really think I was cheating on you?”
  • “I WASN’T THINKING, MC! I was… I don’t know what’s gotten into me, I saw the photo and I just knew I had to be there with you. That’s what happens, I don’t… think when it’s about you, I just… feel.”
  • “Jumin, I made myself very clear about using sweet talk right now…” “But it’s the truth, I swear! MC, I love you, I want to be with you at every special moment of your life.” “And do you think this is a special moment? You in a hospital bed making me feel so terrified of losing you? On my fucking birthday, Jumin?” your voice was breaking, and then came the tears.
  •  “I’m sorry for making you worry, MC. I was childish and imprudent, and I should do better when it concerns you, us… I’m… really sorry… and this feels completely inappropriate, but… happy birthday…” you sighed heavily and gave up, being angry wouldn’t take you anywhere. Your boyfriend was alive, just a few scratches here and there, and you were together! You curled up to him on the bed, then you just… talked.
  • “Did you really came here on Zen’s bike? Did you wear a helmet? Did you… put your arms around him?” “Jumin, Zen is the least of your problems right now, just wait till we get home.” again… so terrifyingly sexy… it felt strange hearing these things instead of saying it for once.

Saeyoung

  • You two were not on speaking terms right now, it was a pretty bad fight, although now he didn’t really remember how and why it started. It was something about one of his pranks? About him going too far? Yes, it was something like this…
  • Anyways, he didn’t feel like apologizing, you were probably overreacting, soon you would come to your senses and talk to him again.
  • But this was taking too long, he haven’t heard from you for almost a week, were you that mad? The RFA members were refusing to talk about this, this was between you two, he should solve this if it was bothering him so much.
  • He got out of his office for the first time in three days and heard someone in the living room. It was you? Were you finally back? Hum, no… it was Saeran. And he was… wrapping this box on a shiny red wrapper?
  • “Hey bro, whachu doing?” “What do you think I’m doing? Wrapping this gift, you fool! MC’s favorite color is red, right?” “Yes, it is… is this for MC?” “No, is for the pope… of course it is for her!”
  • “Why?” “Quit shitting around and go get ready, we’re gonna be late!” “Late for what, Saeran? What’s going on?” “MC’s party! Seriously, did you bang your head or something?” “Party, why is she having a party?” he felt a little hurt you were throwing parties while you two were fighting like that.
  • “Wait… did you really forget?”  “What? What did I forget?” “Holy fuck! You really forgot your girlfriend’s birthday!” “What? No, I didn’t! Her birthday is in a few months, bro!” “Hum, no ‘bro’, it’s today!”. Saeyoung scoffed: “No, it isn’t! Come on… I checked every information about her when we met, there’s no way I would forget the day she was born!” “Well, check again, you probably messed up the informations in your stupid brain.” He was starting to get mad at Saeran for doubting him, he was the one messing it up! So he went to check your background history  and yes, your birthday was… your birthday was… shit! TODAY!
  • “Oh Lord! Oh Lord! Oh Lord!” he started panicking and running in the house. How could he forget? He was so adamant about you apologizing he didn’t even notice that day was coming? What a selfish asshole he was! “Oh my God, Saeran! I’m so screwed!” “Yep…”
  • “Don’t ‘yep’ me! Help me! I need to do something!” “Exactly, YOU need to, don’t get me involved in this, you were the one who screwed up, just apologize to her already!” “This isn’t enough! I, Saeyoung Choi, need to come up with something as special and amazing as my lady. And you were gonna help me! This is a mission for the Choi boys!” “I asked you a million times not to call us that…”
  • He came with a plan and headed with his brother to your place. When he got there, he noticed it wasn’t a big party, it was more like an intimate reunion with RFA and your closest friends. Hum… he was expecting something big as his surprise, but this would do, anyways.
  • Saeran cleared his throat and gathered everybody’s attention. “MC, my brother is an asshole and he wants to ‘apologize’. Enjoy this freak show and happy birthday!” he said in a monotone tone as turning the music on.
  • And then Saeyoung came out of your bedroom lip syncing “Birthday” by Katy Perry in a full cosplay of her. Nobody was in shock because, well… they already knew your boyfriend, you got embarrassed when you looked at your parents watching that. When he finished, people weren’t sure if they should clap or not.
  • “I’m so sorry, MC! I’m such a prick for not talking to you and there’s nothing I could say right now to make it up to you, so I did this. If I can’t be mature enough, at least I can make you laugh, and… I believe it was the great american artist Katy Perry who said ‘So make a wish! I’ll make it like your birthday every day!’. Happy birthday, MC! I love you!”
  • “Oh, Saeyoung…” you were crying and leaned to him, he was waiting for a kiss, but you went to his ear and whispered: “Got you!” He looked at you puzzled as Zen and Yoosung unrolled a banner where it could read “You got pranked, brah!”
  • “MC, what’s happening?” “I was mad at you because of that bad prank you pulled on me last week, so I decided to take some revenge. I told everybody to come here today to pretend it was my birthday, so it would look like you forgot it.” “But your background history…  the date…” “Saeran took care of this for me. You’re not the only hacker in the family, right?” he looked at Saeran, he just raised his glass with a smirk. “Oh, and putting Katy Perry as one of my interests was his idea too. I had no idea you were going to show up like this… guess he knows you a little better than I do”
  • “Oh… my… God! I… I… ” he looked shocked, almost hurt, now you were wondering if you went too far… but the truth was… he was so happy you and his brother were getting along, even teaming up to make something for him, even if it was to make him look like a fool, he didn’t mind, he was just… really happy “I LOVE YOU TWO SO MUCH!” and he pulled you and Saeran in a tight hug.

Saeran

  • “Shit! Shit! Shit!” he was cursing and pacing back and forth ever since he saw the calendar, it was today! How could he forget?
  • Truth be told, he had one of his episodes last night, when that happened, he would lost his sense of time and place. This would be even worse when you weren’t around to calm him down, and why weren’t you around? Oh yeah, you were planning your birthday party, yeah, that one he refused to help with because ‘it was lame’ as he told you over the phone. Oh god…He was the worst, wasn’t he?
  • He got out of his bedroom and went looking for Saeyoung, but all he found was a note. “Helping MC, party starts at 9 pm at her place, don’t be late! P.S.: Call her, bro. Love, Saeyoung” he rolled his eyes, but this was kind of useful. Except for that piece of advice about calling you. How could he? He didn’t talk to you all day and you would notice right away the reason the disappeared, and you would be worried, his brother would hear about this and they both would feel guilty for leaving him alone and… he hated to see your concerned expression, it was too much painful.
  • At least he bought a nice gift, it was a simple bracelet, but he knew you should have it when he saw you looking at it that day you two went to shopping. Now he just needed to take a quick shower and find some decent clothes. He still had time, right? WRONG!
  • It was already 10 pm! How could he lost notion of time  that much? He felt like shit! Your place was pretty far from Saeyoung’s bunker, it would take at least a half hour to get there by train. What about by car?
  • He went to the garage and took one of his brother’s car, Saeyoung woudn’t like this, but he didn’t give a shit right now. It was all about you!
  • He was a little rusty from driving, but still knew the basics, like… stopping and… most important, accelerating! And boy, did he speed it up
  • He muttered a “fuck! What now?” when he saw the police car reflected on the rearview mirror. Yeah, he knew he had to stop, this guy wouldn’t get off his back.  
  • “Documents, sir?” “Shit! I don’t… I don’t have it right now!” “Sir, are you aware that you were much faster than the speed limit?” “Yeah, look… I’m just trying to make it to my girlfriend’s party, I’m pretty late and…” “Sir, I’m gonna have to ask you to get out of the car…” “What? Fuck! No!” “Sir, please… I don’t want to use force!” “Well, I don’t want to use force either, so just get the fuck away!” “Sir, calm down a little and…” “No! Don’t tell me what to do, your asshole! I know my rights!” “So you know you have the right to remain silent, you are arrested for contempt of authority, just come with me calmly or I’ll charge you for resisting to prison too.” FUCK! He didn’t even mind about this, all he could think of was you… and how disappointed you would be right now
  • You and Saeyoung came to the police station, neither of you said anything, you two were too scared. Saeran could not have a criminal record, nobody should know about this, what if his father found out? That’s what you two were thinking, but were too scared to say it out loud. “Me and Jumin are taking care of this, don’t worry, nobody will know a thing. At least I managed to not let him get locked up, so he’s in the interrogation room. Go talk to him but make it quick, okay?” you nodded, you didn’t know what to say
  • He took a quick glance at you and lowered his head, he could not look you in the eye right now. “I… I know you’re mad, ok? I’m sorry! I was just… trying to get to your place, I didn’t know I was so late, you know what happen when I have… those panic attacks, and… I should’ve called you, my stupid brother was fucking right, I can’t believe it! I feel so shitty right now, MC! I can’t believe I’m putting you to this on your own birthday, I’m such a piece of shit! I… I… don’t deserve you at all. I’m…”
  • You interrupted him with a hug. He was handcuffed, but oh did he want to hug you back… even if he knew he didn’t deserve it… “I was so worried about you…” were you… crying? Oh no… “You can’t do this to me, Saeran! That cop had a gun! What if he… oh, I don’t even want to say it!” Wait! Weren’t you mad? You were… worried…? For him?
  • “A – Aren’t you… mad?” “Of course I’m mad! But I’m more relieved to see you’re ok, I love you so much! You know that?”
  • “Yes, of course I know, MC. And I hate to see you like this because of me, you should be smiling today, no, not just today, everyday!” “So don’t get into trouble because of me, you dork!” oh, you called him dork, you were calming down… “I won’t, I swear! Me being safe will be your birthday gift! This and… this.” He pointed to the little box in his pocket. “They took everything from me, but I woudn’t let they take this… Happy Birthday, MC! I mean… as happy as can be…”
  • You laughed and took the box out of his pocket, you opened, looked at him and kissed him in a sloppy and desperate way. “Okay, break it off you two! This isn’t a motel room!” The cop interrupted getting in the room. “You must know some important people, fella. You’re getting away with a clean file.” “So I’m free to go?” “Yep, let me just get you out of these handcuffs and you can escort your lady.”
  • “Oh, he better do much more than escort me when we’re out of here. Oh, and don’t feel too comfortable about getting rid of these handcuffs, you’ll be back to them as soon as we get home, maybe I have a pair that matches my new bracelet?” the look in your eyes… he could tell you weren’t kidding. This was a huge turn on, but he wasn’t really used to you playing this role, so he wasn’t sure what to expect… “Can you keep me arrested here for tonight, officer? I feel I’ll be safer around here.

THINK TO ME, LIKE LOVERS DO –  3.4k


“Come on, Derek, just let us in, okay? We can’t help you if you don’t let us in!”

Scott banged on the loft door again, the metallic clank echoing around the spacious room, but Derek did not get up to open it. Instead he stayed pressed against the wall of windows, as far away as he could possibly get.

“How would that possibly help, Scott?” he called back. “The closer you are, the worse it gets!”

Even from this distance he could still hear whispers, brushing up against his mind, thankfully indistinct enough to be ignored for the moment. Earlier, in the sorcerer’s lair, the voices had been loud and persistent and completely inescapable at close range. This was better. Obviously it wasn’t a perfect solution, but at least he was no longer hearing things he didn’t want to hear.

Normally, Derek liked to think of himself as a cautious person. Maybe not in all aspects of his life, but on the whole Derek prefered to think before he acted and thereby not act in stupid ways. So what the hell he had been thinking toying with unidentified magical artefacts found in the home of the malicious sorcerer they had spent a week tracking down and eliminating, he couldn’t say. Judging by the suddenly-audible thoughts of everyone around him in the moment the pendant had started glowing and whistling, he hadn’t been thinking at all.

So now here he was, behind the locked door of his loft, hiding from anyone and everyone whose mind he might involuntarily invade. Because that was his luck.

“We need to figure out what exactly is going on,” Scott argued in that annoyingly reasonable tone of his. “If Deaton can determine what curse it is—if it’s even a curse! It might not be! But if he can do that, then he can work on reversing it. But he can’t do that from all the way out here.”

Derek gritted his teeth against a snarl. He didn’t want to be within a mile of anyone else right now. He didn’t want to hear what other people thought of him; he had long had his suspicions on that matter, and the last thing he needed was confirmation of those depressing facts. But Scott had a point. If he didn’t want to live the rest of his miserable life as an unwilling telepath, Deaton was his best shot.

“Fine,” he bit out. “But for the love of all that is holy, Scott, try to keep your mind off Allison.

The mental images Derek had from the ten seconds between the onset of the curse and when everyone else had realized what was happening had scarred him for life.

With every step he took toward the door, the voice in Derek’s ear got that much louder, strangely light and insubstantial in a way that was hard to define but made it obvious even without seeing Scott’s closed mouth that the words weren’t being spoken out loud.

I don’t think about Allison that much, do I? Just because her hair smells good and she was wearing that shirt today with the — like the blue one better, it makes her look like — probably stay over at her place tonight if her dad doesn’t try to shoot me again — need to take milk home to mom, though, don’t forget —

Derek yanked open the door and immediately backed away, hoping that even a few feet would make the thoughts less demanding. He was thoroughly caught off guard to see Deaton standing quietly at Scott’s side; he couldn’t hear a single thought from the man. When Derek turned his attention on him, he just got a very strong impression of a brick wall.

Deaton smiled that cryptic little smile of his, like he was the one reading minds now.

“A mental block,” he said. “A technique for shielding the mind, perfected through years of practice and meditation.”

“Like Occlumency?” Derek asked.

“Not unlike it,” Deaton said easily. “Sadly, not something that can be picked up by novices in a few hours.”

Well, there went his last hope.

Derek let himself be tugged down onto his own couch by Deaton and sent up a prayer of thanks when Scott took the hint to not crowd him. That didn’t stop him from catching stray thoughts— really should get some curtains or something, this place is depressing — smells like sad in here, god, I hate chemosignals —but it was better than a constant deluge of them.

There was some poking and prodding, some following the light exercises, and some sort of obscure, extrasensory magical goings-on before Deaton sat back with another almost-reassuring smile.

“It’s not a permanent spell,” he said, “nor a complex one. However, it is one that requires the source to be destroyed.”

“The source?” Derek asked. “The sorcerer is already dead. Why am I still being subjected to this?”

“By source, I mean the artefact in which the curse was contained,” Deaton clarified. “Luckily, we have the artefact on hand. Now it’s only a matter of destroying it.”

“How long should that take?” Scott asked.

“Shouldn’t be long,” Deaton said, standing up and dusting off his lab coat. “A week or two at the most.”

“A week or two?” Derek repeated, horrified.

Don’t know why he’s so upset by that, we go weeks without seeing him anyway — kind of a hermit, honestly — oh god, he can hear me, can’t he, fuck —

“It’ll be fine,” Scott said bracingly, and Derek had a strong urge to punch him in the face. Luckily, Scott seemed to sense it and started hastily backing up toward the door, thumbing over his shoulder. “Deaton will get you fixed up in no time! In the meantime, I’ll just get out of your hair.”

“Please do,” Derek muttered.

The silence, when Scott and Deaton were gone and the door shut firmly behind them, seemed emptier than it usually did, but Derek was grateful for it nonetheless.

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So she’s my collar is about noodle right? Mini 2nu comic on agenda cuz like I said before, I’m 2nu trash. I was suppose to be doing more Jashi but got distracted.

Anyways dialogue goes something along he lines of this

*go to a rooftop during a party after drinking a few, to talk both kinda tipsy*

“It’s just an old crush, don’t worry about it I’m just saying it so I can get over it.”

“Still friends?” “Haha always!” “ Good.”

“You’ve really grown up…. I guess I didn’t notice cuz I didn’t want to. It’s weird seeing you like this…you used to come to me when you had nightmares… now I always go to you.”

“Stu. You…okay?”

“…oh god I shouldn’t have done that. I am so sorry I-I” “w-what , why did you!?? I thought that! You didn’t?!! Like me like that?! Like I was just some dumb kid with a dumb crush!”


“ you’re not a dumb kid. You’re …the smartest… prettiest girl ….p-person .. I ” “ …stop.”

“What?” “…you kissed me.”

“So what now.” “Idk. Guess we have fun?”

The Outsiders As Things My Friends Have Said

Ponyboy: *Points at copy of To Kill A Mockingbird* This is why I am such an intellectual, highly smart, very- *proceeds to fall off chair*

Sodapop: Sucks for all of you, I can’t go to college so I don’t have to pay student loans! Wait..

Darry: My brother never shuts up, I swear! He’s always doing something- OH MY GOD JONATHAN STOP THAT !!! (His brother tried to swing from the ceiling fan)

Steve: If I had a choice between shooting Hitler, and shooting Stalin, I’d still shoot myself in the head. 

Two Bit: Can I get high if I eat weed? I don’t like how smoking it makes me smell.

Johnny: We, as a society, must protect the superior race. The superior race is…kittens. 

Dallas: Honestly, everyone in this room has disappointed me in some way, and I’m disappointed to say that. 

Tim: *The room is virtually quiet while everyone is taking a test* I can’t concentrate with the amount of assholes in the room *proceeds glare at everyone and then walk out with his test*

Curly: *Shows everyone his jammed finger* I got this while fingering some super tight pussy !!!

Angela: You are a pig, you are trash, and you make me want to die. You mUST be 10 feet away from me at ALL times xx (:

evak beach hc part 1: with @tarjeiandhenrik (who thought they owned a beach asdjk)

  • isak doesn’t really like the beach. he hates it when he gets too hot, he hates the sand and how he’s gotta re-apply sunscreen like every 20 minutes, the kids, how his snapback ends up being a sand bucket
  • “even!! but they totally stole my fucking snapback what the fuCK!” - “i thought it was jonas’ snapback?” - tha- that’s not the point!”
  • hJKLDFJDSLKJFDSLKF BUT SNAKES CAN SWIM WHY DOES HE HATE IT - viki thnx how could i forget snakesak.
  • even on the other hand, loves it. and isak loves even.
  • cue: beach shenanigans, or alternatively called: Boy In Love With His Boyfriend And Would Sacrifice His Skin For Him.
  • isak gets burned easy, you cant tell me he doesn’t. therefore re-applying is hell on earth bc the sunscreen ends up mixing with the sand that never manages to leave his hands and legs, and it just feels like rubbing sandpaper onto your skin and isak is Grouchy.
  • on the topic of re-applying tho, isak only starts to hate it a little less when even ends up helping him rub sunscreen onto his back. (imagine even making dirty jokes by e) and also having to rub sunscreen onto even’s back too.
  • although, he thinks he could also get used to watching even watch him as he rubs sunscreen onto his stomach (he’s not gonna make even do that for him when he can obviously reach his own stomach, he doesn’t have an excuse…)
  • but yeah he grumbles about it but the more he does it, he becomes determined and very focused on the job at hand and then he randomly looks up mid-sentence to see even just *heart eyes, sex eyes* at him and lololol isak can’t use sunburn as an excuse to why he’s so red right now but suddenly he doesn’t mind re-applying so much if even won’t stop looking at him like that.
  • don’t think about the time where even tries to recreate their pool kiss at the beach. it doesn’t go a well as their first one did lbr.
  • isak can’t deny feeling giddy that even wants to do it again bc that moment is so special to isak bc it’s where all this finally started. where they took that chance.
  • that feeling soon leaves as isak’s eyes start burning bc beach water is nasty af and the moment gets ruined bc even is still trying to kiss isak but isak cant see and he ends up laughing and yelping bc his eyes fucking sting and even this is all your fault why couldn’t we go to a pool instead!
  • but isak’s not mad at even, if anything he’s glad they get to be silly idiots together and he wouldn’t trade this day for the world.
  • despite isak hating the heat, they have a lot of fun that day. they race each other, even also makes them do the underwater challenge again bc isak swears he can do better than last time.
  • he doesn’t.
  • even going underwater and staying there for too long before popping up and startling isak, “you’re so dramatic. oh my god why am i with you???” - “for my giraffe genes, obviously!”
  • ahem speaking of giraffe genes, even most definitely gives isak a piggy back ride in the water.
  • isak is still kind of hesitant tho bc they’re still in public but even notices his unease so he walks them over to a more secluded part of the beach and he can feel the tension from isak just melt away as he wraps his arms more securely around even’s shoulders, giving his neck a small kiss.
  • even’s a sappy guy and all he wants to do is to be able to look at isak so isak on his back isn’t really helping bc he can’t see him??? cant say whatever he always says to make isak’s cheeks flush red and for the smile to tilt up, for his eyes to go all soft and drowsy. 
  • so even rearranges them so isak is facing him again and they slowly drift through the water, touching, but not all over each other like before; talking about nothing and everything.
  • exchanging relaxed kisses and words, sometimes stopping to just take in the moment and the quiet and the sound of each other’s breathing with isak’s head resting on even’s shoulder and even’s chin on the top of isak’s head.
  • when their moment gets broken though, even is sure to make isak race him back towards the shore with barely a warning. even always wins.
  • by the time they get out of the water and back towards their towels to lay down and dry, isak notices his snapback filled to the brim with sand and his scandalized gasp has even looking over worriedly before bursting into laughter. “… even… is there a way i can wash a snapback?”
  • imagine isak and even laying side by side on their towels and facing each other. their eyes half closed bc of the sun but they still think the other looks as beautiful as ever. even isn’t shy to say it though while isak holds back a bit and is content to just stare at even silently. 
  • until even’s body jerks suddenly and isak is all ????? but even just reaches for the sunscreen and starts re-applying while isak whines in annoyance and turns onto his back, stuffing his face into his towel.
  • his body jumps tho, when he feels even’s hands on his back, re-applying for him and his heart swells bc as he turns his head to watch, even’s tongue is curled, sticking out of his mouth, as he focuses on making sure isak won’t get burnt, smiling up at him when their eyes meet.
The Inner Monologue of Captain America

Steve’s POV
Words: 574
Warnings: nervous Steve, sarcasm


I walk into her office, hoping I look cooler than I feel. Why is it so hot in here? Her eyes meet mine over the computer screen, her hair falls across her face and she raises her hand to sweep it back behind her ear. I love that movement, it’s one of my favorites thus far. I want to get my hands into her hair and feel the silky strands slip through my fingers. But I didn’t come here for hair, I have important business with her today. Very important indeed. Real business. But looking into her eyes, I get a little lost and forget what I came to say.

“Can I help you, Captain Rogers?” She spoke. I should answer. I clear my throat. I sound like an old man, ugh.

“Um, yes, Y/N. I need those files Fury asked for yesterday. He’s ready to review with the rest of the team.”

“Certainly, Captain Rogers, I have them right here for you.” She hands me the folders and I let my fingers brush gently against hers. Gently? Lightning bolts were more gentle than that. I need to be careful with her, I don’t want to hurt her before I get more than 22 words out. But does “um” count as a word? Probably not. Brilliant, Rogers. So articulate. Blow her away why don’tcha?

“Thank you very much, Y/N. We appreciate all you do for the team.” Really Steve? Bucky would be kicking me at this point. Ask her. Just ask her out. It’s not that difficult, just open your mouth and speak. Remember how Bucky used to be so smooth, you can do it!

“Of course, Captain. I’m happy to help any way that I can. Let me know if the team needs anything else.” She’s smiling. It’s amazing! The most beautiful lips spread across her amazing face, her hand going back to up to push her hair out of the way. Why did she do that? Why doesn’t she just pin it back? No! Leave it down, let the movement happen! I clear my throat again.

“Was there something else I can help you with, Captain?”

“Call me Steve?” Weak, Steve, weak.

“Okay, Steve.” The smile again. I’m in trouble. My heart is pounding in my chest. Super Soldier style. Can she hear it from there?

“Steve? Are you okay?” She looks concerned. The most beautiful eyes I have ever seen hold concern for me. Shit. I’m still staring at her. And am I actually sweating? This was just embarrassing.

“Listen, Capt- Steve, would you be interested in getting a cup of coffee after your meeting today?” She asked me for coffee! She asked because I forgot how to form words.

“Yes.” She jumped. Too loud Rogers, don’t yell! “Um, yes, Y/N, that would be nice.” Oh my god. Coffee. I hope I remember how to drink and not make an even bigger fool of myself.

“Great! Why don’t you just come find me here whenever you are ready to go?” She even had a plan. She was wonderful!

“Okay, sure! See you in a while!”

Turn and leave now, Steve. Be careful to not knock anything off of her desk because I’m a spaz apparently. Shit. There’s Bucky. He saw it all. Aaaaand he’s laughing.Yep. No way around it. I’m going to have to kill him. It’s a shame. I used to like that guy.

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the right to remain silent

Okay so I recently hit a follower and a fic milestone, and my immediate reaction was just to go, “oh, nice!” and eat some ice-cream - but then my sister, who is my conscience in human form, said, “Why on earth are you congratulating yourself? You should be doing something nice for the people who made this possible!” so in the end I went “Alright alright alright have this terrible ficlet I wrote in like 20 minutes”. Thanks for everything, guys!

“my dad is a cop and i just called him and he was like “hey i have a 17 year old boy in the back of my cop car right now that i’m running him to the station” and i asked if he was cute and my dad said “Hey, my daughter wants to know if you’re cute” and the guy said “i want to say yes, sir” and my dad started laughing so hard” AU based on this post . (It was supposed to be Zutara, but honestly? It’s basically Hakoda deciding to adopt Zuko)

the right to remain silent 

“Are you okay with this, or do you want me to change the station?” Hakoda says. Silence greets him, so he glances into the rear view mirror at the boy sitting behind him, who is looking back at him with anger and apprehension and uncertainty written over his face. It’s actually a pretty impressive range of emotions he’s displaying, given the fact that the kid really only has one eye.

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The way my thought process works and why I never get anything done

Me: I should clean my room
Me: why am I cleaning when I really should be looking for jobs? That’s so much more important!
Me: first let me make myself some breakfast. It’s 2 in the afternoon but I still haven’t eaten!
Me: before I make food though let me get these important emails done that I’ve been putting off the whole week. Food can be my reward!
Me: oh my god there’s so much to do. I have to clean my room and look for jobs and go to the bank and email all these people and shower and make food and…
Me: *lies in bed in my disaster zone of a room, panicking and doing nothing*

~ still not gay ~

Word Count: 2 800

Genre: chat fic, coming out, coming to terms with sexuality, humour

Pairing(s): phan, tiny mention of kickthestickz

Warnings: swearing, so many spelling/grammar mistakes (all on purpose as it’s a chat fic), mentioned homophobia, sexual humour (not a lot)

Summary:

crabstickzzz has added PJ to the chat.
PJ: what?
dannyboy: chris and co. think im gay

A/N Shout out to the (formerly) ~ still not gay ~ chat, thanks for not believing I was straight. (Loosely based off my own unconventional coming out.)

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Late Night || Baekhyun ||

“Oh my god!” I heard through the wall. Rolling my eyes, I put my pillow over my ears to block out the screams and moans coming from the room next to mine.

“Jesus Christ.” I groaned, getting up and throwing on a sweatshirt and sweats over my underwear. Grabbing my ice bucket, I left my room, walking by the room next to me. A girl was screaming her lungs out while the bed was creaking and banging against the wall. This has been going on for the past hour and a half.

“Someone is horny, damn.” Shuffling down the hall slowly, I turned the corner and saw someone useing the ice machine. I sighed and sat down against the wall.

“Hm? Oh sorry, I thought I was the only one up.” The guy said in a sweet voice. He turned around and it took all my might to keep my mouth shut. I was in complete awe at how perfect this man was. His jawline was razor sharp, his eyes were dark brown and his hair was a light red. I felt my heart almost jump out of my chest.

“N-No it’s fine. I’ll just wait here. It’s quieter out here than in my room.” I stated as the guy sat next to me.

“Yeah sorry about that. That’s my friend Sehun. He always brings in some chick when he thinks we performed well.” He explained as I stood up. I felt his eyes on me as I filled my ice bucket.

“So, how old are you? You seem a little young to be on your own in L.A.” He said quietly. I sighed and turned around.

“I’m 19. I’m here visiting family.” Turning back around, I tried to put a dollar in the vending machine but it got spit out.

“Oh? You’re very pretty for your age. Your boyfriend is lucky.” Huffing, I tried to put the dollar back in but it got spit out again.

“Don’t have one.” I replied. Trying one last time, it got spit out a third time. Glaring at the machine, I crossed my arms.

“Really? Why?” I heard the guy get up and come towards me.

“Simple. Guys my age don’t know how treat me.” I looked at the guy as he stepped in front of me and put a dollar in and it got accepted.

“Hmm, seems legit. Now what’s good in this thing?” He asked, looking at the various choices.

“Honsetly, I like the chocolate covered pretzels. But it’s up to you.” Sighing, I sat against the wall again. The guy pressed the buttons A and 2 and bought the chocolate covered pretzels. Sitting next to me, he looked at me and smiled.

“Hi. My name’s Baekhyun, nice to meet you.” My heart skipped a beat as this beautiful man smiled at me. Baekhyun held out the bag of pretzels towards me.

“Yeah. I’m Y/N.” I said quietly, taking a pretzel. We talked for a while, he explained his job and apologized for his friend, Sehun. Pretty soon we were out of pretzels and he had no more money and my dollar didn’t work.

“Well, it’s pretty late. We should probably head back to our rooms.” I stated, stretching up. That’s when I felt a hand on my arm. Turning my head, I felt a pair of lips on mine. My eyes widened but soon I kissed back, the kiss going from sweet to rough in seconds. Soon, Baekhyun had me on my feet, against the wall with his hand down my pants and his lips on mine.

“W-Wait….sh-shouldn’t we go to y-your room?” I moaned out, his lips traveling from my lips to my neck.

“Good idea.” Was all he siad as he picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. We went from wall to wall as he took us to his room, fumbling in his pocket for the key to his room. A few more moans left my mouth as I was soon against his door. Baekhyun opened it and he brought us in, closing it with his foot. Throwing me onto the bed, my sweartshirt and my sweats were ripped off my body, leaving me in just my underwear.

“No bra?” He teased, going to the hem of my underwear and licking from there up my stomach and to my neck, biting my earlobe. My breath hitched and my hands went to his shirt, ripping it off his body reavealing his slightly toned body. Baekhyun kissed my lips roughly with his knee rubbing on my throbbing womanhood. I wanted him and I wanted him now.

“Baekhyun~ Baekhyun please~” I moaned loudly, pushing myself down against his knee. He smiled and looked me in the eyes before giving my lips one more deep kiss before going down to my lower region and pulling down my underwear, leaving me fully naked on the bed. I closed my eyes, waiting for the contact and when it happened it felt amazing. It didn’t take long for me to realize he was eating me out. My hands went right to his red hair and I cried out in pleasure. Waves of pleasure ran though my body as his tongue went deeper and hit my g-spot.

“Fuck! Oh my god Baekhyun~” My grip tightened on his hair as I tugged a little at his hair. I felt him smirk against me while he took his thumb and rubbed it against my clit at a very fast pace.

“I can’t do this anymore.” Baekhyun groaned, getting up and taking off his pants and boxers. I whined at the loss of friction. Baekhyun came up and kissed me sweetly before slowly pushing himself inside me. Tears came to my eyes while I bit his bottom lip lightly, trying to push the pain away.

“You okay?” He mummered into the kiss, his hands on my waist. I nodded slightly and blinked away my tears, moving my hips in a slow, circular motion. Baekhyun groaned and moved to my neck, biting it.

“Move…” I said quietly and he didn’t hesitate to slam into me. I cried out and gripped his back, clawing down it. As my moans got louder, the faster Baekhyun went. The bed started to creak and soon the only sounds were our moans, skin slapping and the bed creaking. 

“I’m close Baekhyun…..” I whimpered, but then we heard a knock on his door. He didn’t stop but he put his hand over my mouth so I didn’t say anything or make any noise.

“Who is it?” He asked in a normal voice. I closed my eyes while Baekhyun went faster.

“Baekhyun hyung? It’s Kai. We’re all going to Chanyeol’s room! You wanna come along?” The voice outside asked. My hips bucked which gave him access to my g-spot and I almost lost it.

“UH, I’m in the shower! I’m gonna go to sleep afterwards! Not gonna make it!” He looked at me and smiled before kissing my quickly.

“OKay hyung. See you tomorrow I guess.” Once we thought he walked away, Baekhyun removed his hand and I started to moan again. Soon I hit my climax which set Baekhyun off. Baekhyun fell beside me and smiled at me.

“How was that?” I looked at him and kissed his lips deeply.

“That was amazing. Wait, how old are you?” I asked, considering he looked about my age.

“25. Why?” My eyes widened.

“You just……you look so young! I thought you were around my age.” I explained, wrapping my arms around his torso.

“So, will I see you in the morning?” He looked at me with pleading eyes as if I was going to leave in the middle of the night while he was sleeping.

“Of course you will. Maybe longer after that if you want.” I whispered to him, kissing him on the lips lightly before lying against him and falling asleep.
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a/n: SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THIS WAS CRINGY AND SUPER BAD!

Originally posted by baekheeyeol

Date Drug

Prompt: You’re in no way a party girl, but being Archie’s girlfriend, who just so happened to be a jock, you’re dragged along to parties quite often. Only this time, someone won’t leave you alone.

Prompt Idea/A/N: I got this idea from @riverdale-imagining and I fell in love with it. So though it’s somewhat the same, I took my own spin on it! BTW, I don’t actually think Reggie would do this, even though he’d kind of a dick in the show. So know that.

Complete credit to: @riverdale-imagining (May I have this drink?)

Warnings: drugging. swearing. force. violence. yeah, sure, let’s go with that. also, the topic is very serious and is in no way okay to do, i am not trying to naturalize the seriousness of the situation

Pairing: Archie X Reader


Originally posted by fyeahriverdale

Drinking was never your thing. You always were repulsed by the idea. So being in a room filled with drunk kids that screamed and dance as if it was their last day on earth, was definitely not something you wanted to be doing. But as a newly made River Vixen and the girlfriend of jock Archie Andrews, it was kind of an obligation you came to celebratory parties.

Which was fine. You had expected that you wouldn’t do much and more just wait on the sidelines until Archie became too drunk himself or Archie wanted to leave. You’d done it many times before, and every time it had been fine because you got rewarded with an adorable drunk Archie who would stop at nothing to make you laugh. 

You were fine with that.

Except this time, Reggie wouldn’t leave you alone. You’d found out about the tiny little crush he had on you just a week ago and even though he knew you and Archie were an item, he still tried to ask you out and spent everyday forward flirting with you. At first you’d found it funny more than anything and even a little sweet, Archie had laughed it off himself because he knew you’d never go after a guy like Reggie.

But now, you were far from amused. Leaning against a wall, crossing your arms over your chest as you tried to ignore the presence beside you. You were clad in a pair of skinny jeans and a blouse, as you had expected to go home after the game only for Archie to drag you off here. 

You were trying to ignore Reggie, who stood beside you. He was going on about the game and how well he had done. It had been chatting your ear off for the past hour and you were about at your wits end. 

Sighing, you decided that the only way you’d get away, even if only for a few minutes, was to slip off to the bathroom. So smiling sweetly, you interrupted Reggie and excused yourself to the bathroom. 

On your way there, you passed by Cheryl who greeted you with a fake smile. You waved back, rolling your eyes at here ‘kindness’ before slipping in the bathroom. Upon coming inside, you side looking at yourself in the mirror. You were tired and exhausted and honestly right now a drink didn’t sound so bad, but you knew you’d regret it in the long run, so you pushed that thought away. You were no where near of age anyway, not that really mattered in this case.

You turned the tap on, splashing some water in your face before patting it dry. Sighing, you opened the door and slowly made your way back to your spot. Reggie was of course still there, so trying to ignore your own annoyance, you leaned against the wall again, picking up the glass of coke you had left there and taking a sip. 

You relished in the cold drink, hitting the back of your throat and swallowing. You were oddly very thirsty and which each sip it only seemed to increase, you took multiple sips, the taste suddenly very delicious. 

“So, Y/N. Don’t like alcohol that much?” Reggie asked and you had to blink to fully focus on him. Suddenly you felt sick and your legs felt weak. You pushed away the feeling, not truly understanding what was happening and instead focus on Reggie.

“No…” You slurred, placing your cup down and holding onto the wall when it became hard to stay straight. “It’s- it’s not really my thing…”

Reggie nodded and you didn’t miss the way his lips curved into a devious smirk. Suddenly you felt a sinking feeling in your stomach at the look in Reggie’s eyes. You felt him coming closer and with silent panic, you let your eyes wander across the living room, trying to look for Archie only to not find his familiar blue and yellow jersey. 

“Why not?” Reggie asked, coming so close that your shoulders bumped into each other. “I’m sure you’d be plenty of fun, all drunk and all.” Your muscles were giving up on you and you felt the world spinning. You had the sudden urge to throw up, but sucked it back down. Your eyes still on the crowd in front of you, you felt cornered.

Why had you chose to hang out in the secluded area of the house? Oh, that’s right, to get away from everyone.

“Everything okay, Y/N?” Reggie asked, his voice feigning innocence. You ignore the shoot of panic that shot through your body, and tried to take a step back. Your leg gave out on you, and you nearly fell before Reggie’s hand wound themselves around your waist, pulling you upwards against his body. You placed your hands against his chest and tried to convince yourself that you were overreacting and Reggie could help you. But you couldn’t ignore the way Reggie’s eyes scanned over you and he almost seemed proud. 

“Wher- Where’s Archie?” You asked, just wanting to see your boyfriend. 

“I don’t know. Haven’t seen him this whole time, actually.” Reggie shrugged, pushing you further against him when you stumbled. His head went into the crook of your neck, leaving wet kisses as you squirmed. You blinked, trying to locate what was happening and where you were. Everything was spinning and it felt like you might pass out any moment.

“S-Stop, let me go.” You tried pushing him away, but you were so weak nothing happened. “Please, I need to find Archie.” You words were slurred and almost inaudible. but you knew Reggie understood by the way his lips upturned into a grin.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. You’ll be find. I’ll take care of you.” He reassured as he begin to pull you away from the crowd. You tried to fight him but everything was a blur and you began to loose feeling in you arms and legs. You became so weak that Reggie just started carrying you away. 

“Y/N!” A voice boomed in the rather loud room, you blinked, recognizing the voice. “Reggie! What the hell man?” Blinking, you were suddenly set down and you were leaning heavily against Reggie. It was a mess of different shapes but you caught sight of the familiar blue and yellow jacket and narrowing your eyes, you recognized Archie standing in front of you.

“Oh, Archie. We were actually just looking for you.” Reggie explained, and you shook your head. You were suddenly let go and stumbling you felt yourself fall into another persons arm, only except this time the arms felt warm. Safe. Opening your eyes, you looked up to see Archie and it felt like you could finally breathe again.

“Really?” Archie asked, his voice suspicious. You leaned heavily against him as his arm came around your waist and he hefted you up, supporting you. “What did you do to her? Did you drug her?” Archie’s angry voice rumbled out and you could feel the power behind his voice as your head fell into his neck.

“Of course not. Archie I found her like that. You should watch your girlfriend more carefully, there are a lot of dangerous predators.” With that Reggie walked away but not without sending one last gaze towards Archie, a hidden, threatening meaning behind his eyes.

You mumbled against Archie, feeling yourself slipping out of consciousness and before you knew it all you saw was black.


When you woke up, you were warm and you were comfy. You blinked, sitting up and holding your head when a rush of pain shot through. You groaned, hating how groggy you felt as you surveyed your surroundings. You were in Archie’s room, it was easy enough to recognize. The only thing is you couldn’t remember how you’d gotten here or why you felt so gross.

“You’re awake!” Archie’s familiar voice called out and turning you saw him making his way over to you. He held out a cup of tea which you gratefully accepted, still narrowing your eyes at the pain.

“What happened?” You asked, clearly confused. “Why am I here?”

“Y/N… that bastard he really did drug you.” Your eyes widened at the word ‘drug’ and snapped your gaze over to Archie. 

“Drugged?” You asked, concerned. You felt a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach. 

“Reggie. We went to a party last night and i left you. Oh god, Y/N, I should’ve never left you.”

You tried to recall what the hell Archie was speaking about, but you couldn’t. You remembered going to a party, that you recalled and you did remember Archie leaving you quite early on. But then… oh god, Reggie. Reggie had been with you and then you went off to the bathroom, and that’s all you could remember.

“Reggie drugged me?” You asked, your heart beating. The thought that he could’ve done something to you. Could’ve sexually assaulted you gave you chills. And staring at Archie with tears in your eyes, you watched him nod. “Oh god…”

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I promise to never leave you alone like that again.”

“Did he do anything?”

“No!” Archie yelled, frantically shaking his head. “Well no, I don’t think so. I got to you just as he was leading you out of the house.” Sobbing against your hand, you fell against Archie. Him wrapping his arms around you as you hugged him.

“I love you…”You whispered, finally feeling as if it was the time.

“I love you too.”

Only One - Jaehyun [2]

A/N: Ok just sayin it now, the ending isnt great… i didn’t really know how to end it soo yeah. This part came out a bit longer than I expected, but I’m pretty happy with it for the most part so hopefully you guys are too

-Admin Kay

Prologue  Pt 1       Pt 3

Part 2 - I Missed You

Genre: Fluff, Some Angst

Rating PG-13

(strong language)

Word Count: 2,857

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OngNiel - It’s Okay, I’m here.

This is my second OngNiel fic and honestly I wrote it to distract me from how much I am concerned about Ong’s ranking this week. I hope my bae survives or ill literally implode. 

Anyway I hope y’all enjoy it. 

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Seongwoo stepped into the dimly lit dormitory only moments after Daniel. The younger boy had excused himself from the group after the dance rank results were revealed, claiming to be tired.  The others nodded along, leaving for a late-night celebration meal. Once they left Seongwoo followed the younger back to their dorm. He knew that he was hurt by the results, even if he tried to deny it.  

Daniel was sat on the ground, staring down at his lap. The boy didn’t seem to notice that he had entered. Seongwoo felt a sharp pang in his heart, he hated seeing the other boy like this. Daniel was his closest friend here, he was his one comfort in moments where he felt alone, he may not have had a labelmate with him in the competition but Daniel never let him feel left out of anything.

He moved forwards, instinctively, dropping to his knees and grabbing the younger boys hand.

“It’s okay,” The words came tumbling from his mouth before he had time to register them. “It’s okay. This doesn’t mean anything. It okay.” His hand tightened around the younger boy’s, willing him to look up at him. “Niel ah, please. Look at me.”

At this request Daniel finally looked up, his expression just a blank stare, followed by a false smile.

“Hyung, really I’m fine. The producers were right. I have a lot to improve and aren’t you proud of our Woojin too?” Daniel’s voice was weak.

“This isn’t about Woojin. Of course, I’m proud of him. This is about you. You deserved better. You are better.” Seongwoo began to ramble, his hand impossibly tight around the other boys.

“I-” Daniel faltered, his eyes trembled, trying to hold back the tears, his large hands moved to cover his face trying not to show his feelings

“It’s okay, I’m here.” Seongwoo whispered. “Talk to me.”

At this, Daniel broke, throwing himself forward, arms wrapped tightly around Seongwoo’s shoulders and his face fitting perfectly in the crook of his neck. Seongwoo could feel the silent tears dampening his shirt. Neither of them said anything for a while, Seongwoo held onto Daniel, determined to show him how much he cared and Daniel released all the tears he had been holding onto, all the stress, all the pain. He felt safe. He felt loved.

“I don’t understand.” Daniel managed after a long while, “I know I shouldn’t complain. Poor Samuel, he got worse than I did…” His breath tickled his Hyung’s neck. Seongwoo tried to ignore the way his heart seemed to stutter at the sensation.

“This group was always going to be difficult, there are too many good people. We were with Jihoonie for goodness sake. You were the leader and you did such a good job. The rank doesn’t matter.” Seongwoo comforted.

“I’m not sure if I can debut, what if they turn on me? What if I drop in ranks again?” The younger was now practically in Seongwoo’s lap, it was awkward considering his frame was considerably larger than his Hyung’s but neither boy cared.

“They won’t, look at you, all the Noona’s love you, and the male fans love you, and I- everyone here loves you. You will debut.” Seongwoo cursed at the slip of his tongue hoping the other boy didn’t notice.

“I love you too…” Daniel practically hummed against Seongwoo’s skin. The older boy froze, his heart felt like a hummingbird trapped in his chest.  

“Wh-what?” It was his turn to stutter, he tried to look at Daniel’s face but it was still pressed against his neck.

“You heard me, Hyung. I don’t want you to leave my side.” Daniel spoke casually, seemingly unaware of the thrashing in the other boy’s chest.

Seongwoo tried to calm his heart, “I won’t leave you. Niel ah, you know I won’t debut without you. I’ll walk. I mean it.” One of his hands came up, rubbing gentle circles on the top Daniel’s head, letting his fingers weave into the younger boy’s hair. He was rewarded with a content sigh.

“Niel, I-” He tried to continue but couldn’t finish his sentence as a loud gasp escaped his mouth. Daniel’s lips pressed against his neck, once, then again and again. Seongwoo froze, trying to process what was happening, his whole body seemed to flush at the sudden contact. Daniel let out a short laugh before pulling away to look at the flustered older boy’s face.

“What-” Again, Seongwoo was cut off, a pair plump lips pressed against his own, large hands cupping his small face. This time Seongwoo didn’t freeze. He kissed Daniel back and everything dropped away, he could only see the perfect boy in front of him. Their lips moulded together as if they were made for one another. This kissed each other as if they were drowning and the other person was air. And before Seongwoo could process it he was on his back and Daniel was on top of him, legs straddling his waist.  Their clothes felt like restraints keeping them from one another, and so they removed them, leaving only the thin material of their underwear between them. Their movements were frantic, desperate and hungry, both overwhelmed by one another.

After what could have been minutes or hours, Seongwoo pulled away. He knew they couldn’t do anything more in the open. They broke apart both gasping. Daniel was still on top of him, face inches away, cheeks pink and lips thoroughly bitten, mouth pulled into one of the largest grins Seongwoo had seen.

“You’re beautiful.” Seongwoo panted, earning himself a peck on the lips.

“Says Mr Visual Centre.” Daniel let out a husky laugh. Their hearts were finally beginning to slow to their normal pace, yet they refused to move apart.  

“Stop it.” Seongwoo laughed. Daniel moved so that they were lying side by side, limbs tightly interwoven. Still on the floor.

“Hey, guys is everything – what the -”

Seongwoo and Daniel were startled, scrambling for their clothes. Nation’s Leader Jonghyun, actual puppy Hyunbin and maknae of innocence Woojin were standing in the doorway. Jonghyun’s hand moved so quickly to shield Woojin’s eyes that he almost knocked the poor boy out. Hyunbin going for his ears, resulting in a quick sensory shutdown.

“Hyung, oh God why are you here!” Daniel spoke as he tried to pull on his trousers hastily tripping over. Seongwoo grabbed a duvet off on of the beds and threw it over the two of them.

“Jong ah, I told you to I’d talk to him.” Seongwoo grumbled, annoyed about being pulled away from Daniel’s touch.

 “I can see that.” Jonghyun was still scandalised and began to pull Woojin away. “I am glad you are okay, we are leaving!” He used his spare hand to pull Hyunbin along by his collar. “Use protection!” He called over his shoulder.

 “Congrats Hyungs!” Hyunbin finally managed to form a sentence as he was being dragged away.

 As soon as the others had left the two boys cringed. Daniel stood holding out a hand to Seongwoo.

“Jesus you are heavy,” Seongwoo stood, cracking his back, “Next time, I’m going to be on top of you.”

Daniel smirked and leaned in to whisper into his ear, “Okay, I would like to see your pretty face when you ride me…”

Seongwoo’s legs almost gave way, his face turning redder than he could have imagined. “I- wha- you ca- oh.”  He couldn’t form a coherent reply.

“Come on let’s go to sleep.” Daniel laughed at his Hyung’s stuttering. As he climbed into his bunk, lying next to Seongwoo he couldn’t help but smile, thankful for the all the decisions that brought him there, whatever his rank.  

okay, so i’m borderline cross with this whole ordeal so here’s my take on it

Y’ALL LIKE JUICY ANALYSIS, RIGHT? 

this “jeonlous mouth thing” have been around for sometime now and i dont honestly get the negative feedback people are starting to impose on its name these days ????? 

shipping in general, as much as it leaves so much of a bad taste in our mouths and as much as i hate to admit it myself, is run by the delusional (read: responsible for delusion) cogs in our minds, lubricated by the teeny-tiniest details of the pairing’s words, actions, quirks and personalities to fulfill our wild desires to prove “TRUST ME, THEY’RE BANGING EACH OTHER ” and to act as supporting evidences to back-up this “constructed reality” of what we want them to be.

the thing with jikook // koomin otp, as most other kpop pairings are, is that they’re members of the same group or band or whatever you want to classify BTS as. one way or another, they’re bound to have a relationship, may it be purely for their careers (a business relationship, as described by SHINee’s Jonghyun in one of their Happy Together guestings) or an established platonic one, heightened by the difficulties they’ve dealt with and the feats they’ve achieved as a group. 

from this, we can branch out to a ton of “stuff” for a lack of better word, and i can only discuss (read: rant) so much

EXHIBIT A

bts members are friends more than co-workers and we are very much aware of that, as opposed to those groups with their contracts sufficing as the adhesive to weave each other together (c’mon, this is not a shade). i dont know about you but in a squad (a group of friends rather, if you don’t like seeing that word), it’s most probably mapped out that as humans, we’ll be drawn particularly to one of them; hence, the best friend phenomenon. 

so…are they best friends? well, there’s still taehyung in the equation and there’s no way we can dismiss him like that. (side remark here: the three of them can just be each other’s best friends, you know? im aware that this is an actual, real life thing that happens to other people…but i’ve been in that circumstance and it’ll be hard juggling your attention and love equally that it’s more deteriorating than beneficial to all ends) now, taking into consideration how much emphasis the whole korean culture put into respect and age, the maknae line just transcends through all that , BUT

1. jimin and taehyung are close (even regarding each other as soulmates in one of their recent fanmeetings) esp because of the fact that they’re of the same age, meaning, the level of comfort with each other is as much as korean society expects them to have. they’re not just “comfortable” brothers more than chingus though, they’re that comfortable with each other it’s beyond classifications (like there are classifications, but you get the point).

2. maknaes are very much endeared in the whole korean “age-and-respect-and-authority-and-hierarchy” landscape (can it even be called that?). jimin has shown how much he cherishes jungkook even tracing back to their predebut days up until now, successfully fulfilling the role of hyungs in korean standard whose role among many others is to take care of those younger than they are. other members also treat jungkook fairly similar or sometimes even topping jimin’s treatment to the maknae aka taehyung, whose life source is probably skinship + aegyo with other members (we’ll get to that) and the whole reason im confused who’s whose when it comes to this best friend thing 

3. still in the korean view of age, you address those older than you with respect by how? c’mon, we’re all nuts about kpop how must we not know? there’s oppa, unnie, hyung and noona (this addressing thing is more of an asian thing than mere korean, really). now, here’s the catch: jungkook calls jimin hyung borderline merely (read: close to the bare minimum). a mere slip-up? a moment of the perfect mask idols need to sport, carelessly put aside? more than anything, it just fuels the fire in this situation. jungkook addresses his other hyungs with the names they need to be called, even taehyung he’s very close with. and this just show that jungkook considers jimin a chingu, one he can comfortably act towards, (just like jimin and taehyung’s relationship, being the actual chingus here) despite the apparent age difference.

i dont know if i’ve gotten to anything at this point, but i’m lenient to the concept of jimin and jungkook being the best friends which explains most of the things they do together which leads us to:

EXHIBIT B 

skinship between friends, more specifically friends belonging to the same sex (gender’s a bit more complicated concept, you guys), is the most normal thing in korea. they probably are most expressive with each other to the point that it baffles foreign onlookers, a good example of which are the int’l fans.

remember what i said about taehyung? all males in korea are practically like him, even stemming from young age, being touchy-feely here and there with friends.now, ever wondered why apparently jikook is not a huge, blown out of proportion ship in korea as opposed to its stance in the international fanbase? yup, that’s because for koreans, seeing jimin and jungkook’s interaction with each other is like seeing the average same sex chingus walking downtown or their buddies at school as they do everyday. holding hands, feeling each other up, sitting on laps, pecks on the cheek (less observed), and even touching thighs, crossing the boundaries of what foreigners would deem appropriate, is common and normal (have i made my point about this issue yet? i’ve become a broken record,my goodness).basically, there is no such thing as personal space in korean culture of friends; thus, skinship is prevalent.

a very much related issue to that is korea’s view on homosexuality. no matter how peppered with the stereotypical gay (not meant to be taken offensively, guys im also a queer folk hi) interactions and copious displays of affection korea is, homophobia is still present. it’s too ridiculous that it’s become funny. you can tell me how korea has become liberated and all that shit but the thing is, they’re not. korea is just downright a conservative country (is this an offense too? oh god). korea is still anchored to the concept that people are only and only and only limited to a man-loving woman and woman-loving man. topmost reason why idols cannot come out and identify as different from the two because to deviate from the norm is supposedly throwing away tradition and rude and can spite everyone around them that they’ll lose their job.

i dont know where im going but i still am in check of what im talking about. bottomline of this exhibit is holding onto the contradicting persona of korea, jikook is all but nothing more (this is proper grammar, you guys) than a thing of delusion.

EXHIBIT C

kpop idols love to treat their fans and bts is not a loser in the game. they give back quite warmly to the fans. they deem armys highly because, nonverbatim, bts is nothing without their fans. fans are the reason among others (to dismiss their hardwork is plain rude) why they’ve made it this big. so they’ve got fanservice in store for us, the majestic element of them all, leaving us in a baffled rut whether or not our otp’s interaction are candid or sheer fanservice. THEY ALL KNOW THAT THEY’RE PAIRED WITH EACH OTHER. a gift for the fans? publicity stunts to gain the favor of their audience? whatever meaning fanservices hold in the hearts of our dear bts members, it just ups the notch of the level of our delusion when it comes to our ships 

(it’s heartbreaking, i know. i didn’t even want to write this part out. if you can just sense my unwillingness to write on the matter ㅠㅠ)

EXHIBIT D

let’s go back to what actually irked me and cross me so much that it driven me nuts to the point that i actually spend my time writing this long ass rant. 

“jeonlous” = a jealous jeon jungkook

now, this has gathered a negative connotation primarily but is not limited to two things:

a. “this jeonlous thing manifests a relationship with an abusive undertone” (okay, so i constructed that sentence to make their claims much more rational than it fucking is)

b. it does not make sense for jungkook (and even jimin) to get jealous of other members/fans/other people not them in general

firstly, what does it mean to be JEALOUS (can you see my eyes rolling?)

in the evolutionary, biological scale, is the exhibited response to the threats to the relationship they are in because monogamy that’s why (a reality that’s manifested almost throughout all the animal kingdom) 

in psychology, is the complex emotion that’s not just about anger, abandonment, fear or sadness; it’s the simmer that’s aroused when a valued relationship is somehow not in its standard state and there is raw desire to regain the affection and/or attention. it’s even described as “a necessary emotion because it preserves social bonds. it motivates people to engage in behaviors that maintain an important relationship.” a clinical psychologist characterizes jealousy as something we don’t have much control over, and that it is a natural, instinctive emotion that everyone experiences at one point in their lives. 

it just follows that when jealousy is at hand, people tend to do things that has become seemingly second nature tics to them. now, this is a good reason to back up the jeonlous mouth/tongue thing, how much of a mere coincidence it may be. jealousy is not bound to romantic tones; it can encompass siblings fighting for their parents’ attention or even in friendships. so that’s a yes, yup, jungkook can get jealous of other members because he has that valued relationship (refer to exhibit a) with jimin and there will be a lingering longing in him for jimin to get back at being jimin again (read: showing him affection and attention; emphasis on him) 

don’t get me started at this abusive, emotionally manipulative relationship issue here because it’s just absurd and this rant will be longer than my lifespan i dont even know anymore (ok but the insecurity that is woven in the ambiguity of jealousy may also be responsible in driving someone to emotionally manipulate his partner to the point of abuse BUT JK JUST WANTS JIMIN’S ATTENTION BACK SO WHAT’S ABUSIVE HERE calling this whole ordeal abusive is too much of a stretch like really? really? y’all are actually taking this into consideration? really?)

(okay this rant had high hopes in presenting evidences to support my claims but i havent slept a wink yet and im also half angry ????)

the thing is, as much as we’re delusional in shipping jikook, y’all are just delusional claiming that the fucking quirk jungkook exhibits is abusive WHAT DO WE EVEN KNOW ABOUT WHAT THEIR ACTUAL STATUS IS IN THE FIRST PLACE goodbye y’all im just im–ugh this is so dumb

you wanna know the catch about this jeonlous thing that gets me every single time? IT’S THAT IT’S FUCKING CUTE. AND I’M SHIPPING THEM TO MY PLEASURE THAT IT GIVES ME JOY TO SEE THESE MOMENTS WHICH GIVES ME LITTLE SPARKS OF HOPE THAT MAYBE THEY’RE MORE THAN FRIENDS YEAH I KNOW IM DELUSIONAL BUT MOSTLY BECAUSE IT’S CUTE and that’s good enough reason for me to fawn over their “supposed” romance 

y’all are hypocrites enjoying the jeonlous thing one second then next second, condemning it after reading a post and riding the mainstream. Y’ALL NEED TO SIT THE FUCK DOWN (also reevaluate the hypocrisy but oh well)

Fatherly Figures Pt. 2

Thomas Jefferson:

“Promise me you’ll be smart,” Thomas says to your daughter.

She rolls her eyes. “Dad, I’ll be fine.”

“I’m just-”

“I know you’re worried. It’s just college. I’ll be fine.”

He kisses her head. “I’m gonna miss you.”

She gives each of you a hug. “I’m gonna miss you.”

You take a deep breath and kiss her head. “Take care. We’re always here if you need us.”

The three of you awkwardly stand in the driveway before Thomas breaks the silence. “Get going before you see me cry.”

She laughs. “Bye.”

The two of you wave as she pulls out of the driveway. “Is she going to be okay?”

You sigh. “She’s our daughter. She’s smart, strong, and more than capable of handling whatever life throws at her.”

“But what if she’s not?”

“Then,” you pause for a second, “then, we’ll be here for her if everything comes crashing down.”

Philip Hamilton:

Mentions of abortion

“No, no, no,” you mutter. “There must be a mistake.”

You shake the small stick in your hand. There has to be a mistake. You and Philip always used protection. You’re only nineteen, still in college. You can’t take care of a child. You’re still one yourself!

You send Philip a text, telling him to come over as soon as he can. Not even ten minutes later he rushes into your apartment. “(Y/N)? Oh God! What’s wrong?”

“I’m pregnant,” you whisper.

“What?”

“Pregnant. I’m pregnant,” you repeat.

He sits next to you and rubs your back. “What are we going to do?”

“There’s a clinic not too far from campus. I could go and get-”

“No!” he exclaims. “You are not going to get an abortion.”

“And why not?”

“This is our child. I am not letting you kill our child!” He stands up.

You stand up and match his volume. “We aren’t ready for this! And don’t you dare tell me what I can and cannot do! You aren’t the one whose body is going to completely change! If you want to, you can leave at any time!”

“Can we at least give them up for adoption? I know that it’ll be tough for you, but I promise to stay with you every step of the way.”

You take a deep breath. “I-I don’t know if I can do that. Just give me some time to think.”

He bites his lip. “Okay. I’m sorry. About all of this.”

James Madison:

You lay on the hospital bed, your son resting on your chest. Your husband smiles and watches the two of you. “Do you want to hold him?” you ask.

“Are you sure? I don’t-”

You sigh. “You’re not going to drop him. I promise. He’s a baby. They bounce back. Besides, if anything happens-which it won’t-we’re in a hospital.”

He slowly takes your child from your arms. “Like this?”

You smile and nod.

“How are you so good at this?”

You laugh. “You’re doing great.”

Nothing Greater than the love of a Good Doctor

“So, you kissed her?” said John his face wide with shock.

“Yes.” Replied Sherlock, cocking his head in his friends’ direction.

“You. Sherlock Holmes, kissed someone…. And it wasn’t a game” John sat down on the sofa his head spinning.

“Yes.” Replied Sherlock, his brow creasing in frustration. “I don’t understand how you could think it was a game. I was perfectly honest in my regard for Molly, I thought you knew that.”

“Well, yes, of course I knew that. But still! Sherlock Bloody Holmes snogged Molly Hooper.” Said John, grinning like the cat who got the cream.

Sherlock returned his grin. “Yes, I did.”

“So, what happens now?” he asked.

Holmes ran his fingers through his hair, pushing the wiry curls from his face. “I have absolutely no idea.” He confessed.

John let out a laugh. “The great Sherlock Holmes! The man who knows everything, doesn’t know what to do.”

“You know perfectly well that I don’t know everything, and so do all the stupid readers of your little blog for that matter.” He replied scowling. “I have never professed to knowing everything, certain information by necessity has needed to be deleted. Arbitrary facts that have no bearing on anything, celebrities-“

“The fact that the earth revolves around the sun.” John interjected.

“Exactly!” Replied Sherlock. “Entirely useless information.”

“Well, you faked a relationship with Janine for a whole month, you wouldn’t have been able to do that if you were completely clueless.” Said John.

Sherlock waved his hand in frustration. “That doesn’t count, that was only ever a means to an end.”

John raised an eyebrow in comment to his friends’ insensitivity. “Ignoring the fact that you are a total prick, isn’t it basically the same thing? I mean, you fooled me.”

The consulting detective threw himself down on the sofa next to his friend. “That was all about Janine, I deduced exactly what was necessary to retain her affections and responded appropriately. My wants and needs never factored in to it.”

The shorter man nodded. “So basically, you catfished her.”

“What?” asked Sherlock, it irritated him to no end when his friends used nonsense words. “Look it doesn’t matter what happened with Janine, that was never intended to last. This is real and I…” He trailed off.

“You want it to last.” John finished.

Sherlock gave him a weak smile. “Ridiculous, isn’t it? But if my past is any indication that might prove difficult.”

John cast his mind back on the five difficult years of friendship he had shared with the detective of Baker Street. Sure, there had been good times. But there had also been severed heads in a fridge that never held anything remotely edible. Days where he had to call in sick to work because he’d been up all night on a case. The constant experiments that Sherlock would do to him, like that time he lost a whole Wednesday after his friend had made him tea…

“Yeah, I see your point.” Replied John.

Sherlock lowered his head into his hands and mumbled. “I will inevitably ruin this, won’t I?”

“No.” said John sternly, clapping the man’s back. “You’ve got me to help remind you when you forget that other people are in fact, people.”

“So then Doctor Watson, what do you recommend?”

“Well, what happened after you kissed her?” He asked.

“She left.” He replied.

John screwed up his face in confusion. “Did she say anything?”

“She just sort of blinked at me smiling for a while, and then she said goodbye and left.” he replied

"Good, that’s good.” Said John. Suddenly a scary thought crossed his mind.

“What?” Asked Sherlock, he watched as John’s face slackened. “Did I do something wrong?”

“God, Sherlock.” The man winced. “I really don’t want to have this conversation.”

“What conversation? Why? What did I do?” He felt a knot tighten in his stomach… could he have ruined it already?

“You haven’t done anything yet, but it’s something that you will be expected to do… at some point.” John couldn’t think of a time he was more uncomfortable.

Sherlock let his gaze wander as he tried to ascertain what he would need to do with Molly at some point. Get engaged? He didn’t care about such things but he assumed that she would want to eventually… that wouldn’t be so bad, it wouldn’t change anything really, isn’t that what John had always said about his marriage? His attention snapped back to the present as he heard his friend sigh.

“Okay.” Said John red-faced. He chewed on his words for a time, trying to find the right way to say something important, and uncomfortable. “Sherlo- um mate, have you ever…. been with anyone before?” Asked John, as he stared at a spot on the wall somewhere near Sherlock’s left earlobe. “Janine? The Woman maybe?”

Realization dawned on Sherlock. “You’re referring to sex?”

John held out his hands in front of himself in surrender. “Look, I know you probably don’t want to talk about this, and I definitely don’t want to talk about it, but you do realize that it’s a part of every fulfilling relationship right?”

“And we’re having quite a lot of sex!”

Molly’s voice rang through his head like a bullet. “Right.” He said blankly.

“Have you ever… actually had sex Sherlock?”

“There have been occasions… yes.” Replied Sherlock cautiously. John raised his eyebrow. “okay, once, at university…Mycroft would stop calling me a virgin." 

"And it was with a woman?” John pressed. 

Sherlock rolled his eyes at him. “Yes.”

“Sorry, but with you, I had to ask.” He replied apologetically.

The taller man sighed. “John you know I have always accepted your covert homosexual tendencies, however, I do not share-”

“For the LAST TIME! I am not gay!” John shouted before remembering the infant sleeping one room away. “I am not gay, I have never been gay. I was married for Christs sake.” He whispered.

Sherlock smirked. “Had you going though." 

"Oh you asshole.” Said John shaking his head.

“Funny, that’s what Molly said before I kissed her.” Said Sherlock.

“I can’t imagine why.” He replied crossly.

“I’m sorry.” Said Sherlock still grinning.

“Yeah well, you can’t help being a cock. And just so you know, girls don’t really like the stuff in porn, so don’t use them as instructional videos." 

"Really?” Said Sherlock. “I should apologize to the girl from uni then.”

“Oh god.” Exclaimed John bringing his palm to his head.

“Relax John, I will cross that bridge with Molly when we get to it, I’m sure she knows what she likes. After all, she is more experienced than I am.”

“The Pope is more experienced than you.” He exclaimed

Sherlock continued. “And we are both frank enough to express any desires we each have. I once recall Molly telling me-" 

"No! No, no. I am done with this conversation now, I don’t want to think about that… ever!” John proclaimed, waving his hands as if he could physically deflect Sherlock’s words. 

“As much as I have enjoyed the awkward conversation about my sex life, I fail to see how this is helpful.” Said Sherlock.

“Okay, listen. Molly knows who you are, what your like, so you don’t need to change for her.” John started.

“I know.” Replied Sherlock, a slight smile playing over his lips.

“If only give you one piece of advice, it’s this.” He took a deep breath. “Don’t lie to her… I mean it Sherlock, don’t ever lie to her, don’t deceive her, and don’t ignore her. You’re not sheltering her when you do, you’re not saving her. I mean hell, you’ve loved her for god knows how long now and lied to her about it, look how that turned out. Just be honest with her, don’t retreat into your head when times get tough, open your mouth and share it with her. The lies nearly tore Mary and I apart and I don’t want that for you, and I don’t want that for her.”

Sherlock stared solemnly at his friend. “Thank you, John. I honestly don’t think I could do this without you.”

“Yeah alright, piss off, would you? Go and be with your girlfriend.” Said John with a smile.

“Oh girlfriend…. no that won’t do, that’s far too trivial to describe Molly don’t you think?” Replied Sherlock staring off into space again.

“If you start writing poetry, in checking your arms for needles.” Warned John.

Sherlock smiled and clapped his friend on the back. “Who needs drugs when you have the real thing?”

Imagine: Not being out but dating Natasha

((A/N: I’m not trying to romanticize anything mentioned))

Originally posted by cityofsourwolfrunners

You used to admire Natasha from a far using your alter ego as a reason to hang out on rooftops to watch the avengers go out on missions. Sure, this was a bit creepy, but you were super shy. Soon after a big save thanks to your alter ego, you were invited to join the avengers. A few weeks after being an official avenger Natasha asked you out but in secret, you guys didn’t need everyone else meddling in your business. Months later you and Nat were still going steady. You were not out to anyone and people thought Natasha was just super comfortable in her heterosexuality. Neither of you minded, this allowed the private stuff to stay private.

When Nat was forced on a date with Bruce Banner by Tony, sure you were a bit upset but you understood. She headed out a gave you a sad smile and you just stood there letting your girlfriend go out with someone because you were too nervous to come out. 

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