pay attention to the road

Kim Hansol ━ val-notif

❝What happened was Kim Hansol of Topp Dogg did an instagram live where he had tears in his eyes and was talking about wanting to kill himself and wasn’t being careful next to a busy road and kept like going on and off the road and not really paying attention to any cars and his friend commented genuinely scared because Hansol wasn’t answering his phone at all
a few of his friends are saying they’ve gotten a hold of him and he’s okay now but still

If you don’t know Kim Hansol he is truly an amazing person not only is he a very talented dancer and singer he is very funny, he has an adorable laugh and smile, he’s an amazing writer and artist, and he supports the lgbt+ community and has ranted to homophobic comments on his instagram before about needing to accept people no matter who they love. He also is very woke about poc issues, is a huge fan of Rhianna and knows better than to say the ‘n’ word and actually got offended once when people thought he was going to say it when he was singing along to a song. He also wears the butterfly bracelet showing support for the Japanese victims of sex slavery during WW2.
Also butterflies are attracted to him and if ur a somewhat spiritual person like I am then u know what that means.

All in all he’s an amazing rare type of person and he deserves to live a long and happy life and even if you don’t stan him or Topp Dogg please support him now in his time of need. His instagram is official_marykiko if you want to send him kind messages, he is obviously fluent in Korean, knows a fair amount of English, and is studying Mandarin for those of you that do send him messages.

💜💙🦋💙💜

The With You Project can be found here 

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Peaches and Cream (M)

Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Smut.
Word count: 2.3k

Part one: Sex Tape. Part two: Toys.

Summary: “Don’t you ever get tired?” You asked, referring to the last four times you’ve had sex today. “Nah baby, I’ll never get tired of you,” He cooed softly, taking one hand off the steering wheel and slowly trailing his fingers up the inside of your thigh.

Song: Peaches n Cream


“Jimin,” You playfully scolded, pushing his hand away from the passengers’ seat you were sitting in, “Stop it.”

It was your last night together and you were on your way to the airport to spend the last hour with him because he soon would be touring overseas in Europe for the first time. During your road trip to Incheon Airport, Jimin struggled to keep his eyes on the road in front of him and kept glancing at your bare legs.

He let out a chuckle and reached for you again, making you sigh dramatically as you thought about how you’ve been at it all day, until a couple of hours ago when you frantically helped him pack his stuff at the last possible minute.

“Don’t you ever get tired?” You asked, referring to the last four times you’ve had sex today.

“Nah baby, I’ll never get tired of you,” He cooed softly, taking one hand off the steering wheel and slowly trailing his fingers up the inside of your thigh.

“Oh and by the way,“ He began, glancing at you from the corner of his eye, not really paying attention to the road, “We didn’t make that second sex tape you promised.“

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Things Sanders Sides Never Said #15

Roman: So just because something’s illegal, that makes it wrong?

Logan: YES!

It’s stupid, like most of the things Nicky does.

They’re in the car, driving to the mall because buying groceries together is the new height of family-bonding and because Andrew will murder someone if he has to eat vegetable soup one more time, and Aaron took over the backseat. Shotgun wouldn’t be so bad if only Nicky would shut. the fuck. up. 

But alas, it’s Nicky, and Andrew may have only known him for three months but he’s already aware that the day his cousin will keep his mouth close is the day he’s on his deathbed. Something to think about, actually.

It’s stupid because they’re barely at the crossroad and the car that cut their way may have been going much too fast but still missed them of three feet. 

Nicky wasn’t even at the ‘stop’ line yet, but he caught the movement by the corner of his eye - nice to know he can pay attention to the road and blabber their ears off at the same time - and slammed on the brakes, stealing a loud curse from Aaron in the back.

Point is, Andrew saw the car. Andrew knew they weren’t going to get into an accident and he knew, because his cousin is an anxious mess, that Nicky would have made a big deal out of it.

Point is, Andrew did not foresee Nicky’s arm snapping his way. So now he stands still and ignores his cousin’s curses to stare at the limb across his chest, a vain attempt to keep him to the seat and out of the potential hypothetical collision that never happened.

“Fuck,” Nicky breaths one last time before turning once to him and then to Aaron behind them. “You guys okay? That asshole.”

Andrew would call him out, since his driving skills are terrible too, but he doesn’t. He glares at the arm still in front of him until Nicky realizes and pulls it back with an hastened apology. Aaron comments on the other car and the two of them get lost in insults as they start again toward the mall.

It’s stupid, because Nicky is stupid. Because it was clear that they weren’t going to get hit, and even if they got into a car accident for real it wouldn’t be Nicky’s arm that saved Andrew’s life, that’s a given. He would know, he’s already been in one after all.

But Nicky is stupid and this is stupid and Andrew is stupid for the weird thing making his pulse accelerate just a bit.

He scolds himself, because this is no reason to lower his guard, because this is no debt he owes to no one. Just because he would bet that none of his past foster families would have done the same - except Cass, Cass would have, she would -, it doesn’t mean Nicky gets special treatment. At all.

“Okay, here we are, stop brooding and get off the car or you won’t get a say in choosing ice-cream flavors. I’m joking, Andrew, don’t kill me!”

Andrew had yet to glare at him today, he’s glad he’s given a chance to do it.

He only gets off the car for the ice-cream, that’s it. He doesn’t care about his cousin, and he doesn’t care about his chats, and he doesn’t care about an arm around his chest that would do jack shit in an accident. It’s stupid, all of it is, Nicky is.

He changes his mind many, many months later, when some assholes put their hands on his cousin and honest to God believe they could get away with it.

That is really stupid.

🌟 Ten Magical Ways to Spruce Up Your Car 🌟

Originally posted by audiovisual-dept

🚗 Enchant your windows and mirrors so that you can pay more attention to the road and the other drivers around you!
🚗 Hang a protection amulet on your rear-view mirror (if legal) to keep you safe on the road.
🚗 Keep tiger’s eye in your car to protect you against accidents!
🚗 When you go to the car wash, visualize your car being cleansed at the same time!
🚗 Enchant your steering wheel for easy turns!
🚗 If you have to have a parking permit on your rear-view mirror or on your car, enchant it so that it will bring you luck in finding a good parking space that’s available!
🚗 Keep an ash leaf in your car for protection.
🚗 If you’re a secret witch, keep your magical items locked in the trunk of your car.
🚗 Enchant your car radio so you can always find good music to listen to while you drive!
🚗 Keep a talisman in your car to ward off bad drivers!

Fever Pitch

Anonymous request: Bill and his co-star are doing a “simulated” sex scene, they get aroused, are covered by blankets and decide to do it for real. *So this is pretty long! But if you read until the end, you will not be disappointed! Hope you all enjoy!*

Warnings: s m u t, nsfw, swearing, etc. 

You cup a hand over your right ear in an attempt to hear the person on the other line better, but it’s of no real use. You’re going to have to leave this party to speak to him. “Hold on a second Bill, I can’t hear you.” You inform the man on the other end and snake your way through the mass of gyrating bodies to the outside patio. When you can confirm that you’re actually alone, you continue talking.

 “I need a ride back to my trailer.” You bring the end of a menthol cigarette to your mouth, inhaling deeply.

 The silence is punctuated by an all too audible sigh out of Bill. “It’s fucking 2:47 in the morning on the morning of our final scene together and you need a ride back to your trailer? Where are you?”

 You drop the butt of the cigarette to the concrete floor beneath you and stamp the heel of your buckled boot over it. “Got invited to a crew party about a half an hour outside of the city.” You wait patiently for the expletive that inevitably falls from his mouth.

 “Fuck Y/N,” Bill hisses. “I’ll see you in forty five minutes.”

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Spread Your Legs For Me C.H

Originally posted by bri3395

warning: smut

word count: 1400+

summary: Calum fingers you while driving

requested?: yes, hope you liked it anon :)) I hope you guys are ready because we have a week full of smut coming out, tomorrow, wednesday and hopefully thursday so get ready. 

this turned out a bit eh but i think it’s alright, also IM OPENING REQUESTS AGAIN YAY

so now song requests and full requests, fluff or smut are open again so go nuts on anon or not on anon, whichever you prefer :))

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FACTS ABOUT 911

I know this is long, but please read and reblog this so that we can try and circulate HELPFUL information instead of deadly suggestions.

After stumbling across the last post I reblogged that was full of a lot of DANGEROUS, BAD, TERRIBLE advice in reference to how to handle calling 911 when in danger, I feel compelled to at least try and get some better information out there in the Tumblr community. I am a 911 dispatcher and the first piece of advice I have for anyone in an emergency situation (or even for someone that calls 911 accidentally) is:

DO NOT HANG UP. In case you didn’t get that the first time, I said DO NOT HANG UP THE PHONE. We cannot help you if we do not know where you are, and contrary to what is apparently popular belief, we are NOT mind readers & without knowing your location (which you must provide) we CAN NOT get you help.

To help you understand the importance of this, I’m going to explain to you what happens when you call 911 in my center and in the centers in my area.

911 line rings.

We answer: “_______ (name of your agency) 911, WHERE is your emergency?”

In a perfect world, the caller will respond with the address of their emergency.

If you are unable to do so, we will start to retransmit your location. It takes time. Again, in a perfect world, we can usually get it in less than 10 seconds, but we do not live in a perfect world and so it often doesn’t happen that quickly. (Also, if you’re in an apartment complex, trailer park, hotel, etc, it’s not going to give us the room, lot, etc. number that you’re actually in, even with a retransmit). It is true that if you call from a landline your address will often populate for us, however, the address is NOT always right! We need you to try your ABSOLUTE BEST to provide us with an accurate address. By not knowing your location, you’re prolonging the response time. The call has to be answered, have a confirmed address, type of call that we’re responding to so that the correct responders are dispatched, and then it has to be dispatched. In smaller jurisdictions, their fire/EMS is often volunteer. That means: THEY ARE COMING FROM HOME TO THE STATION. It takes time & the more time we waste just trying to figure out where you are, the longer you’re going to be waiting for a life saving response.

The TERRIBLE information post that is going around tells you to call 911, hang up, and then turn your phone off. NO, NO, NO. That is the absolute WORST thing you could ever do. When a 911 hang up comes in we attempt to call the line back twice. If the line isn’t open long enough to retransmit an address (which most of the time it’s not), that’s it. The call gets out in and closed. There is literally NOTHING WE CAN DO TO HELP YOU. Even if we DO retransmit an address and there is no sign of a disturbance or no other indication that there is an emergency, we often do not send a responder because if we send one to every call, we’d be wasting a LOT of time and resources. We receive 911 hang ups/accidental 911 calls ALL DAY LONG. (Side note: the most common ones that we receive come from disconnected cell phones. Every cell phone (disconnected or not) with battery life can call 911, but 911 CANNOT call those phones back). If you call from a disconnected cell and we’re not able to get a location (or are and not hear any signs that would indicate a need for service), you will most likely not get the help you need.

Moral of this point: DO NOT HANG UP and KNOW WHERE YOU ARE. Try to pay attention to mile markers on the interstate & landmarks, signs or road names. If you call accidentally-STAY ON THE LINE. We (at least at my agency) will ask you to verify your name and address and that there is no emergency. As long as nothing feels/sounds wrong about it to us, we won’t send an officer to knock on your door. You won’t get in trouble. No one will be mad. Just stay on the line so that we don’t waste time and resources on a call that is not emergent.

Disclosure: some agencies offer text to 911. Don’t assume that you can text 911 unless you know that your locality has that capability. A lot of them don’t. If you’re able to safely call you should ALWAYS call rather than text. It’s faster and more efficient.

Moving on-

Answer our questions. We’re not asking you questions for our own amusement. Everything we ask you on the line is for your own safety and for the safety of our responders. They are much more well equipped to handle your emergency if they know what they’re walking into and what supplies they need to bring in with them when they come. We’re NOT going to send our fire/EMS into a scene that is not safe, so answer our questions so that we know which resources need to be provided to you. I know that often times the calls that people place to us are during some of the worst, most terrifying moments of their lives & we WANT to help you in the best way that we know how. We ask the things that we ask because it’s required & because the more we know, the higher the quality of service that we provide you will be.

ALSO: While we’re asking you the questions, most likely RESPONDERS HAVE ALREADY BEEN DISPATCHED. If you didn’t get that, read it again. You can’t imagine how much time we spend trying to argue answers to questions out of callers because we’re being screamed at: “JUST GET THEM HERE QUICKLY.” “HE/SHE/I’LL BE DEAD BEFORE YOU GET THEM HERE,” etc. you’re wasting your time and mine. Try your best to work with us because our number one goal is to get you the help you need as quickly as possible. Contrary to popular belief, we don’t do this for the money. The medics, fire fighters, police officers and animal control officers DON’T do this for the money. (It’s not there, in case you were wondering.) we do this because we genuinely care about other human beings. We want to HELP. We CARE. We are here to protect and serve, but we cannot do that effectively if people are constantly fighting against us.

If you have any questions about how things work here or need advice as to how to handle a call in to 911, feel free to ask and I will give you the best advice that I can. Just please, please don’t listen to terrible misinformation (like calling, hanging up and turning your phone off). These situations are often the line between life and death. As cliche as it sounds, help us help you. Much love, Tumblr fam!

Also, to any of my fellow dispatchers, feel free to add to this. I know that things can vary from one locality to another, so I think any input would be helpful! I tried to just stick to the basics in this post for that reason. :)

@therapy101 @thistherapylife @socialworkmemes @all-about-psychology @theangrytherapist @thecalminside could you guys please reblog this to try and circulate correct information about how to receive help in an emergency situation? There is some VERY bad information going around that provides dangerous suggestions in reference to calling 911 and that makes me so afraid for anyone that reads it and thinks that it’s true.

Alana: Wait whoa, exactly how did you two manage to crash your car last night?

Will: Hannibal was yet again staring at me instead of paying attention to the road, and there was a deer, so I yelled “Hannibal, deer!”
Hannibal: …
Will: Go on, Hannibal. Tell Alana what your reply was.
Hannibal: …
Hannibal: “Yes, honey?”

anonymous asked:

can you do a part 2 or add more thing to the dating shawn list? i loooooooved it

(this took me forever, sorry you had to wait for so long) 
Dating Shawn would include pt. 1

Dating Shawn would include pt. 2

  • Him treating you like a princess
  • Stupid inside jokes
  • Always taking cute private selfies no one else get to see
  • Matching hoodies and sweatpants for long flights
  • You wearing Shawn’s dad cap
  • Him struggling not to laugh when you whine about your homework
  • You watching Grey’s Anatomy with him for the second time, pretending it’s not going to break his heart
  • “Lexi is cute” “Shut up, I thought I was cute” “No, you’re cuter” “Nice save, Mendes”
  • Teasingly smirks to each other from across the room
  • Being each other’s biggest supporters
  • Going to the gym on an early Sunday morning together
  • “Remind me why I’m doing this again?”
  • Him giving you nose tip strokes while drifting off to sleep
  • Both wearing black skinny jeans
  • “Twinning” “No Shawn, just no”
  • Breakfast for dinner
  • Him always spoiling you even when you ask him not to
  • Ending every phone call with “see you soon”
  • Him saying “time for cuddles” then just picking you up and carry you to bed
  • Him playing with your hair while you do your homework
  • “Pay attention to me” “Stop with the puppy eyes Shawn” “Then pay attention to me”
  • Going on random road trips with his friends
  • Long walks holding hands to clear Shawn’s head
  • Brian showing up unannounced every other day
  • “I miss you” “I miss you more”
  • You sending him drunk snapchats while hanging out with friends from Uni
  • Him always telling/texting you “be safe”
  • Singing along to Holdin’ Me Back in the car
  • Snapchatting constantly whenever Shawn is gone
  • Late night dance off to Ed Sheeran’s music
  • Popcorn fights while watching Riverdale
  • Him making sure you’re okay when he’s gone
  • Him teasing you when you wake up hunger over
  • Him being overprotective of you when fans or paps get too close and always making sure you’re taken care of first
  • ”Where’s y/n?” “Is someone keeping an eye on her?” “Make sure she’s not in the middle of this”
  • You teaching Shawn different drinking games when he finally has some days off
  • Pranking each other
  • Deep conversations with Karen when your heart feels heavy
  • Geoff making kissing noises when seeing you sneak of together
  • Him always sending your mother flowers on her birthday
  • You picking up the phone saying ”I’ll call you later” when you miss him too much to talk
  • Dealing with him always bringing his guitar everywhere
  • Him texting you the lyrics to Never Be Alone when he knows you’re struggling with him touring
  • Always turning your morning runs into a competition
  • Him stalking your Instagram in bed at 3 am when he misses you
  • Him making you a mixtape with his fave tunes every time he leaves again
  • Sending you sneak peaks of new photoshoot pictures
  • Being spontaneous together
  • Him saying “I just wish I could hold you tonight” when he feels lost 
  • Him teaching you how to play the Harry Potter intro on the Ukulele
  • Going to John Mayer concerts together
  • Stealing his comfy clothes
  • Him saying “I’m so in love with you I can barely breathe”
  • Constantly holding hands
  • Arguing over who gets to pick the music in the car
  • Him always getting up early, you begging for five more minutes
  • Helping him tie his tie before award shows
  • Buying John Mayer merch for his birthday
  • Him kissing you to make you shut up
  • Talking boys with Aaliyah
  • Him trying to teach you the hockey rules
  • Spontaneous sex (bathrooms, cars, dressing room in a store)
  • Kissing and tracing his tattoo
  • Dealing with him when his ego gets too big
  • Blowjobs when he’s feeling stressed
  • Staying in and watching Netflix
  • Exploring the world together
  • Him making inappropriate jokes about your sex life to Matt and Brian
  • Him being a bad loser when you beat him
  • Him being a bad winner when he beats you
  • “Aww babe, smile for me. At least you’re sleeping with a winner”
  • Rough make up sex when having had stupid little fights
  • Him waking you up with breakfast and kisses
  • Him lowkey getting jealous when Brian snaps you
  • Him waking you up when a new song idea strikes in the middle of the night
  • “Sorry love, didn’t mean to wake you”
  • Lots of spooing
  • Him tearing up when he realize he hurt you
  • Neck kisses on Shawn’s vein
  • Cheesy yet romantic date nights
  • Drunk sex
  • Fighting over who cheated in beer pong
  • Listening to music together while making out
  • Him walking around shirtless just to tease you
  • “You like what you see eh?”
  • Waking up completely entangled to each other
  • Fearing his going to stop loving you one day
  • Really cheesy pickup lines Shawn thinks are amazing
  • Him leaving hickeys all sort of places on your body
  • Morning sex to start the day of right
  • Him saying “God, you’re beautiful” every time he wakes up next to you
  • Love hearing Shawn sing in the shower
  • “Can I join you?” “I thought you’d never ask”
  • Kissing the scar on Shawn’s face
  • You being insecure but him reminding you “you’re perfect to me”
  • Having sex multiple times a night
  • Cute texts when he’s thinking about you
  • Him biting into your skin while lying naked in bed
  • Him loving to watch you get dressed
  • Goofy smiles that makes your heart melt
  • “I wrote a song about you” “Can I hear it?” “Not until it’s perfect”
  • “Only 13 days until I’m back in your bed again”

Yesterday was a rough day and I couldn’t update, but today I’m back on track, I’m not just sure if these are good, I’m sorry in advance if they aren’t. Hope you still like this! ^^

RFA + Saeran being clingy

Zen

  • Okay, it was very cute when you guys got home after one of his musical debuts and he was all over you
  • Oh, do your feet hurt? Here, give me your shoes. Do you want help to take this dress off? I’ll help, not trying anything funny, I swear. Oh, babe, you seem so tense, do you want a massage?
  • Then he offers to help you wipe the makeup of your face and now it’s kinda… weird.
  • “Zenny, I got this. Why don’t you relax? It was a big night, you must be exhausted…” “I am, so why don’t w cuddle on the couch and I’ll let you braid my hair?”
  •  Oh? Playing with his hair is usually off limits, so something is definitely off with him… “Hyun? What’s going on?” “What? I’m just showing all my love, babe.” He hugs you from behind.
  •  “And I appreciate it, but… calm down…” you stare at him by the mirror reflection, and he stares back.
  • “I’m sorry for scaring you, my princess, it’s just…this stupid contract that forbids me to show affection in public… I just want to remind you how much I love you…”
  •  Ohhhh…he looks legitimately hurt… “I never forget how much you love me, Zen…” you turn to place a kiss on his cheek.

Yoosung

  • At home, you’re very used to cuddling from the moment you and him plop on bed or the couch, doesn’t matter which time of the day
  • But in public? That’s new…
  • Especially here in the cafeteria of his college with all his colleagues and even some teachers looking…
  • But that’s not the problem, the problem is HOW IN THE WORLD CAN YOU TELL THIS CINNAMON ROLL TO GO EASY?
  • “Something wrong, MC?” “I… I should ask you the same, is… there something wrong? Something happened?”
  • “Well, yeah… you brought me lunch, and you joined me, and I’m just very happy to have you here…
  • Oh… this is quite a happening for him, huh? You look around and nobody seems to be paying mind to your PDA, but still…
  •  You pry his hands away sweetly, only to put your hand on top of his. “I’m happy to be here too.”

Jaehee

  • She cuddles and holds hands a lot
  •  EXCEPT when one of Zen’s DVDs are on, then she’ll be paying full attention to the TV and making sure you are paying attention too
  • So you get very surprised when she hooks her legs with yours and leans her head on your shoulder
  • And then she starts stealing some small kisses here and there. It’s actually pretty nice… it would be even nicer if you weren’t trying to actually pay attention to the movie.
  • “Jaehee? Have… have you seen this movie before?” “No, it’s the first time, I never watch new DVDs without you…”
  • “I see… aren’t you enjoying it or…?” “Oh, I’m loving it! It’s just so romantic, it’s… so romantic it almost feels contagious, is that crazy?”
  • Oh… then you realize, why does it bother you? You don’t have such a mushy Jaehee like this every day…
  • “No, it doesn’t sound crazy at all.” You stroke her hair as she keeps her head on your shoulder.

Jumin

  • As soon as you step home, he’s kissing you and dragging you to the couch to make you rest your head on his lap.
  • “Why don’t you rest, my love? You must be tired…” yeah, that was your plan…
  • Taking off this dress, putting some pajamas and going to bed to sleep, but… well, he must have a different pov on resting.
  • And it’s nice, of course it is, but… he looks pretty tired too…
  •  “Jumin, don’t you want to go to bed and sleep?” “Please, let’s stay away like this a little more.” “But you look tired…”
  •  “No, what I’m really tired of is people making wrong assumptions about our relationship just because I avoid public demonstrations of affection. Tsk… you know I’m just like this because I have to keep it professional, right? You know that, if I could, I would hold you in my arms the entire night, right?”
  • Oh my god… he’s usually so confident and doesn’t mind what other people say, but… truth is he can be a little insecure about balancing his professional and personal life when it comes to you.
  • “Of course I do. So don’t worry about what other people think… and… just hold me as much as you want…”

Saeyoung

  • You were on a little roadtrip.
  • He was caressing your leg, singing along with some cheesy music on the radio to serenade you and couldn’t stop looking at you.
  • It was cute but… eyes on the road, Saeyoung, eyes on the road!
  • You were trying to drop some hints like chuckling nervously and glancing to the road, but he wasn’t taking them.
  •  “Man, I’m just so excited! Can’t wait for us to get there!” he beams, and the car shakes a little due to passing over a hole he didn’t notice since… he wasn’t paying attention to the road!
  • “We… we can stop a little if you want…” you say, and then he finally gets it. “Oh… no need, I’m going to focus now, sorry for scaring you, MC. Guess I’m a little nervous since… you know, Saeran is home alone for the first time… he’ll be fine, right?”
  • Oh, your heart flutters, he seems so tense…
  • You hold his hand over the gear shift. “Of course he will, both Choi boys will be just fine…”


V

  • He can be very affectionate, especially if you guys get home from somewhere he had to keep it cool on PDA
  • But he gets twice as affectionate when he’s drunk.
  •  So just imagine how he is after you guys come back from dinner at Jumin’s, where both the guys had a little too much wine.
  • You’ve been trying to enter the house for some solid 20 minutes, but he keeps hugging you.
  •  “I just love you so much, darling…” “I love you too, Jihyun. Now let’s get insi…”
  • “I’m so lucky to have you, sometimes I don’t even believe I’m that lucky to have someone so wonderful like you in my life, I’m sorry for being clingy, darling, but I can’t help to hold you like this to know this is true and… I’m just so drunk right now, am I not?”
  • Yes… but he’s also being kinda funny… and very honest and sweet.
  • “There’s nothing to apologize for, Jihyun… let’s get inside so you’ll have some coffee or some cuddling…how does that sound?”


Saeran

  • Sometimes he gets really affectionate, but most of times he’s shy and avoids it
  • But not this morning when you wake up together. You weren’t home yet when he went to bed last night.
  • So you wake up with him basically over you, and you know he’s not sleeping by the way he strokes your hair.
  • So you stay a little like this, both of you pretending you don’t know neither of you aren’t sleeping anymore.
  • “Saeran… aren’t you feeling hot?” he nods a “no”, still with his face buried in your hair.
  •  “Saeran, I’m feeling really hot, can you…?” “Huh? Oh shit, sorry, I… sorry for being creepy, I just missed you last night, and I get cold easily, so… yeah, sorry for that.” He scoots away from over you.
  • Yeah, he has a very low body temperature, indeed… and he is being so cute, indeed…
  •  “So come here, I don’t want you to catch a cold or something…” you bring him to nuzzle in your chest.
The Tenth Floor pt7

Min Yoongi had gone through 34 secretaries in the past 24 months, and each one of them left in tears. This fact alone should have warned you against taking the job, but the pay was too good to pass up. Surely you could put up with a billionaires temper-tantrums, right?

Yoongi x Reader & Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Fluff, humor, probably some angst

Warnings: Strong language at times, maybe some slight smut eventually

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6,


“Wait, right now?” You asked, trialing after Yoongi out of his office. He wound his scarf around his neck as he walked, and you grabbed your jacket from the back of your chair. You had picked the wrong day to wear a pencil skirt, you realized; as soon as the sun went down, you were going to freeze. 

“No better time than the present.” Yoongi replied. 

Seokjin was walking the other way when he saw the two of you, and caught your elbow gently. “Where are you going?” He asked, looking from you, to Yoongi, and back to you again.

“To the carnival, I think.” You said. Seokjin looked even more confused at this, but didn’t have time to press you for questions. 

“Hurry up.” Yoongi snapped, standing in the elevator impatiently. “We don’t have all day.” 

You left Seokjin standing there to join your boss, and as the doors closed, you realized just how strange all this was. 

“What happened to those reports you said you needed to review?” You asked, your voice echoing slightly in the small space. 

“They can wait.” Yoongi shrugged. 

“But didn’t you tell Taehyung they were important?” You asked.

“I lied.” Yoongi gave you a rare smile. “We’re taking my car, by the way.” 

You weren’t sure if you should be offended by this or not, but you weren’t about to argue; your car might have gotten you to work, but that didn’t mean it would get you and Yoongi to and from the other side of town. 

“Yoongi?” You said carefully. “You know the carnival is open on the weekend, right? Why do you want to go today?” 

Yoongi shrugged. “Why? You don’t want to go? You’re getting paid either way, if that’s what you’re concerned about.” 

You frowned. Yoongi was definitely acting weird, and you suspected that, given his noncommittal answer, he didn’t know why he was going, either. But you supposed it didn’t really matter; if your crazy boss wanted a day out, you didn’t see the harm in it. As long as he wasn’t yelling, you could follow him around the carnival until he figured it out. 

To say Yoongi’s car was nice when you saw it would be an understatement. The hard-top convertible Audi looked as though it had just been driven off the car lot, and while the brand suited Yoongi, the baby-blue color didn’t quite. 

It made your car look like a piece of crap, and you made a face as you slid into your seat. 

“You don’t like it?” Yoongi raised an eyebrow as he started the car. 

“No, it’s… Very nice.” You settled. 

“I know.” Yoongi said. “So why do you look so uncomfortable?” 

“I’m not.” You lied. How were you supposed to explain that sitting in such a fancy-ass car made your second-hand skirt feel shabby, or that you were terrified you were going to break something because you couldn’t afford to fix it. “I always look like this.” 

Yoongi didn’t respond to that, and drove in silence for a while. There was something about sitting in the car, someone else driving and paying attention to the road, that reminded you of Taehyung. You thought you might have preferred his slightly beaten up taxi over this. 

But Taehyung-the-taxi-driver wasn’t just a taxi driver, and you were sure you’d never call him again, so you tried to keep your mind off of him. You were working (kind of), and needed to focus on the job at hand.

“Yoongi, why am I here?” You asked after a while, when you knew you were getting close to the fairground. 

“On earth, or in my car?” He asked, sounding slightly distracted by the traffic. 

“Why did you want me to come along?” You clarified, though you were curious what he would say if you asked him what your purpose in the universe was. That would have to wait for another day. 

“You’ve been there before, right?” He didn’t wait for you to answer. “I want to know what normal people do for fun, so you’re going to be like my tour guide.”

“Am I the only ‘normal’ person you know?” You didn’t think you wanted to know the answer, but you asked anyway. 

Yoongi thought about it a moment. “Yes.” 

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Hey Darling!! I was just wondering if you would ever write something in Stiles's perspective about Derek's death....LOL I'm sorry for the Angsty askXDXD

Derek is dead.

It goes around in his head as he drives from Quantico to Washington.

Derek is dead. Derek is dead. Derek god damn Hale is god damn dead.

Stiles racks his brains for the last time he saw Derek; for a memory he can focus on instead of the god damn road leading him to Derek’s body.

It was June. Five months ago. When he first moved in to Quantico, Derek came down from Washington and they walked along the river, exchanging stories. Derek had been in New York, finally settling the Hale estate with a lawyer so far removed from Beacon Hills he felt that he could trust them. He’d been wearing a lilac t-shirt that Stiles couldn’t stop staring at him in, couldn’t stop wanting to pluck at the sleeve, touch Derek on the arm, brush his fingers against Derek’s. The two of them had nearly died together a dozen times, and Stiles still hadn’t been able to bring himself to touch him.

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Well, today is the day I die.

Warning: v jealous Luke, anxiety, cussing, scary Luke

Description: Luke gets jealous when you want to get food w/ a old friend.

Luke was unlike anyone you’d ever met.

He was quiet.

But had a way of being the light of any room he entered.

He didn’t have to say a word to make you smile or laugh, even cry.

But when he did it made him even better.

When he let you into his heart it was different from other people.

The way he thought and felt.

It made you wonder why he was so insecure. He was so beautiful, inside and undoubtedly outside.

His hair he started growing out after you met him was now curly gold locks. The way his eyes shined when he smiled made it impossible not to fall in love with him, which you did.

You fell in love with him so hard. You promised yourself you wouldn’t fall in love with anyone that hard but it was no longer your choice.

You loved the way his mouth moved and the sound of his accent. You loved the way he looked at you, even when you didn’t realize.

But most of all you loved the way he loved you.

So recklessly and effortlessly. He loved you just as much as you loved him. It took him longer to fall in love with you but he did.

You knew the exact moment too.

The moment you made him yours.

It was a simple day. Not one particular special or different from any other.

You and Luke were laying in bed, you literally had gotten up once to get food and go to the bathroom and it was nearly 4 in the afternoon.

You both loved days like this, no pressure to do anything or be anywhere.

Just laying with your boyfriend in bed watching television but mostly talking.

He was telling about his childhood while you distracted him by playing with his fingertips. You could feel him watching you while you studied his long slender fingers.

When Luke finally noticed you and took the time to talk to you, it was obvious he was intrigued by you. Though he made it clear he didn’t want a relationship at the moment within a couple weeks he couldn’t stay away from you.

Now here you two were, having such a closed off boy share his most vulnerable stories. He stops talking, too preoccupied by you laying with him.

You stop fiddling with the tips of his fingers and just interlock your boney fingers with his. You notice the absence of his voice and glance up at him. His hair is fanned out over his forehead.

His eyes are pouring into yours so intensely you are drawn to him. You smile at him, knowing that look on his face.

There is no way explain it but pure love. You pushed his hair out of his eyes with your free hand and he leans down to kiss you.

“You’re my best friend.” He says quietly after you two pull apart.

They aren’t the words you expected him to say but it almost meant more.

That night has been imprinted in your brain ever since. Though it was months ago, you remember it like yesterday.

And it was days like this where you wish you could go back to that exact moment.

“What are we doing for dinner tonight?” He asks, climbing into the passenger seat of the car.

You liked driving, which worked out because Luke will never admit it but driving makes him kinda nervous.

He slides his dark sunglasses off his face, giving you a look at his beautiful eyes you love so much.

“Oh, I was actually going to tell you I was planning on getting pizza with Marcus.” You back out of the parking spot.

You could feel Luke’s harsh gaze just as you expected.

Marcus was an old friend from high school. You two had kept contact and he has been wanting to meet up.

You have been putting it off because you were honestly afraid of how Luke would react. Luke wasn’t overly jealous, but if a guy looked at you for too long in public he would make sure to show him you were together.

You were okay with it because you loved Luke and wanted to make him feel secure in your relationship.

“Well. Okay…” He says shortly before looking out his window.

You were surprised that was all the fight he put up.

“Okay.” You say clicking on the radio.

Luke scoffs and harshly turns it back off.

You knew you were getting away too easy.

“Marcus? Is he that bloke from your secondary school?” He spits.

You wanted to smile from the difference in your language. Sometimes it like you two spoke different languages but you had been around him so much you understood.

“Yes. He has been wanting to hang out for a while. I’ve put him off as long as I can without being disrespectful.” You say simply.

You look over in Luke’s direction, glancing back at the road every couple seconds.

His eyebrows are tightly knit together and his blue eyes are dark like they always are when he gets angry.

“Why? So he can make a move on you? Does he know you have a boyfriend? You graduated school like three years ago. Have you been talking to him the whole time we’ve been together?” He shoots question after question at you.

“What a dick.” You hear him mutter under his breath.

His accent gets really thick when he is frustrated. You can see him clenching and unclenching his jaw over and over again.

“I… we were really good friends in high school. He found my Facebook and messaged me. Why is this any different than if a old girlfriend wanted to hang out with me?” You question him right back.

You don’t like him accusing you of anything. It actually hurt you more than you like to admit, almost like he doesn’t trust you.

You have never done anything to make him think that way.

“Because I don’t know what his intentions are. What if he tries to make a move on you?” You looks out his window again.

You glare at him this time. “Then I shut him down and leave. I have my own personal boundaries. Do you really think I would let him do something like that?” You raised your voice.

You get stopped a stop light which gives you a moment to look at him. He finally looks in your eyes and you raise your eyebrows.

He shakes his head, biting his bottom lip deep in thought.

“I just don’t like the idea of you hanging out with him alone.” He says continuing to shake his head

“When did I ever say we were hanging out alone?” You say getting a little frustrated. “We will be with a group of other people we went to highschool with. Plus even if we weren’t we would be in a PUBLIC place.” You say in hopes of making him feel better.

You almost want to invite him just to ease his mind but this whole thing has kinda pissed you off. You shouldn’t have to go everywhere with him. You love spending time with him and at the end of the day with him is where You want to be but you are two different people. Though you two are in a relationship you both need to be able to have your own lives.

That’s called a healthy relationship.

Your hopes of easing his mind fails when his glare intensifies and he looks ever more angry. You can practically hear his breathing quicken and he stares into your soul.

A honk behind you breaks you from his lock he has on your eyes. You realize the light is now green and you step on the gas pedal.

“Well why didn’t you bloody tell me that in the first place.” He is now yelling. “Is it- is it because he was the only person you can think about and- and the only person you look forward to seeing?” He is so mad he can barely speak which ends up making him more mad.

“No-” he doesn’t give you a chance to finish.

“You know what. Go. I don’t give a shit anymore. Fuck who you want. See who you want. Get pizza with who you want.” He slams his hand on the dash making you jump.

What is he saying.

“Luke-” You say softly, trying to reason with him.

He wasn’t having it. He now keeps his gaze out the window, shutting down the conversation.

You wouldn’t be that happy if he wanted to hang out with a girl he went to school with but you wouldn’t act this way. He was being unreasonable and almost scaring you, which he has never done before.

“Fine then I won’t fucking go. If it’s that big of a deal to you.” You look at him.

He shakes his head, still looking out the window. Refusing to look at you.

“No I just said I don’t give a shit.” He says. His voice is still very angry but he isn’t yelling anymore.

From what you can see of his face it is very red. From anger which was very obvious.

“Luke I don’t want to fight about something that isn’t even a thing.” You say, reaching with your hand that isn’t on the wheel and grasping his hand that’s laying on his thighs.

He snatched it away quickly but still doesn’t look at you. He leaves you wondering what shade his eyes were and you want to see them so bad.

“Don’t fuckin’ touch me.” He puts his hand back on his thigh. It is clenched in a fist, his knuckles turning white.

He finally looks at you, his eyes not at all what you expected. They were like you’ve never seen, so wild with anger. A sickening color of blue.

“I’m so fucking pissed you have no idea.” A smirk plays on his lips. But not the usual one where he wash playing around. It was one that looked almost evil.

“I can’t even fucking look at you.” He looks back out his window.

He was furious. You had expected him to be mad but this was outrageous. You feared this would be the day it all ended. The days in a warm bed with Luke. The secret glances you two shared that only you guys knew what they meant. The last time he looked at you with love in his eyes.

You are so caught up in your thoughts now that when you finally look at the road you were barreling towards a car stopped at a red light. You stomp on the brake, your car making a horrific noise as it skidded to a stop just in time.

Luke’s head snaps forward, his hands pressed against the dash to stop him from flying forward.

Your hands are gripping the steering wheel so tight, your heart pounding so loud at the close call.

“FUCK!” Luke yells. “Pull the fuck over. Pull over.” He is back to yelling.

You obey, turning your blinker on and making your way to the shoulder of the road.

“Why weren’t you paying attention we almost got in a fucking accent. Get out. I’m driving.” He says.

You park the car, turning it off, still trying to catch your breath.

He goes to open the door but you quickly lock them.

He turns his head painfully slow toward you. “Don’t fucking do that.” He practically growls.

“Luke.” You say as he turns back to his door once again trying to open it. You again lock it and he starts punching the door.

Yelling as he does it, you have ever seen him so angry. This time he just couldn’t handle it and all the anger he had built up comes out

“Fucking unlock the door, I can’t even fucking look at you. Fuck you! Fuck you!” He yells and you can’t help but start to cry.

“Luke.” You say again, your voice cracking. “Luke.” You say louder.

Your hand reaching out and literally forcing him to look at you. He tries to push your hand away but you grip his jaw and force him to look into your eyes.

“Luke! Stop. Please stop!” You yell louder than he was. Your tears falling freely down your cheeks.

His breathing is unstable and he is still fuming but he is finally looking at you.

“I won’t fucking go. I can’t understand the reason you are so mad but I can’t lose you. I fucking love you and would never do anything to hurt you.” You say.

You are still gripping his jaw, not harshly and he isn’t trying to pull away. His lips are extra pouty because of the way your holding his face.

“I fucking love you, Luke. You are my best friend.” You repeat the words he once spoke.

He almost looks like he is about to cry. He falls forward, laying his head on your chest. His nose buried in your neck.

He kisses your neck repeatedly, his hot breath hitting your skin.

“I’m so sorry.” He says repeatedly.

The tall lanky boy falling apart in your arms.

“I love you so much. I’m so sorry.” He says again.

You hug him, overwhelmed from how this afternoon turned out. You had fought before but never like this.

He kisses your neck again, but it wasn’t in a sexual way. It was in a loving apologetic way. Almost like he was giving himself to you.

Like you had when you first met him.