ray your face

it’s all fun and games until jack shares a bed with bitty for the first time in the dead of winter and instead of his usual cute lil PJs, bits wears sweatpants, a sweatshirt over a thermal shirt, and two pairs of socks to sleep in because the windows are drafty and the heater is crap and the north is a frigid Hellscape Wasteland when you’re from the south

it’s all fun and games until jack realizes he thinks it’s the goofiest shit and yet is still incredibly helplessly attracted to bitty and might as well start calling himself jack laurent bittle now while he’s ahead

Cat Got Your Tongue Pt.2 (M)

Taco’s not so fluffy anymore, and you run into quite a few unexpected faces.

Word count: 7.4 k

Genre: Comedy, smut, fluff, a touch of angst, a lot of naked Tae

A/N: Hi! I’m so sorry this took forever to come out and I really hope I did it justice. Thank you everyone who was so patient with me, I really appreciate you all and your understanding means a lot to me. I hope you enjoy this chapter and let me know what you think! Special thanks to @jiminniemouse @seoulscapes & @kittae for proofreading this trash and motivating me to complete it!

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Hiraeth (M) | Pt.1

(n.) a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past.

Originally posted by jungkooz

pt.1 | pt.2 | pt.3 | pt.4 | pt.5 | pt.6 | pt.7 | pt.8 | pt.9 | pt.10 | pt.11 | pt.12pt.13 | pt.14

Words: 12,957.

Genre: Zombie apocalypse au, smut, fluff, angst.

Summary: “I guess we’re not so different after all, huh? Brains, brawns – what does it matter when we’re all just scared of being left alone and stupidly hopeful?”

A/N: Inspired by the wonderful game The Last of Us.

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So Cisco OBVIOUSLY has a social media set up for heroes to share posts with each other I mean: 

  • It starts out with just the Star Labs group but honestly they all work together and that’s no fun so he adds the Arrow crew on.
    • Then they get to the Legends and then Cisco figures out how to make the program accessible to other Earths, so Kara and Co have accounts set up as well. 
      • Barry oddly is in a group chat with himself and two other Barrys????? 
    • See if they have Len and Mick in there now, they have to have Lisa in on the network as well. 
      • “Cisco, you let Golden Glider add us?” “She was very…persuasive!” (She sent him a kissy emoji.) 
  • And then, if you have three Rogues on there, you have to have all the Rogues on the network. 
    • Hartley is a little offended that he wasn’t on there already (it’s because when he’s not sharing current events news stories with the caption “makes me wish I was a villain again” he’s posting 3-year-old memes). 
    • Livewire hacks in and probably inserts herself into every account for a day before Winn and Cisco kick her off. 
    • So now they have a bunch of criminals on their superhero version of Facebook and somehow no one cares. 
  • Thea has somehow linked up with Lisa Snart and now the two PM each other talking about how annoying the heroes can be and they’re thinking of video chatting each other?? bc why not. 
  • Kara keeps geotagging her location and everyone else screams because KARA NO STOP DOING THAT
    • Her entire account is selfies with little kids dressed as Supergirl though and no one can bear to attack in her location. 
      • She’ll also find kids dressed up as villains and tag the respective criminal in the post (Cold was surprised there were kids dressed up as him but also very pleased). 
  • Shawna probably posts pictures of herself with whatever she’s stolen for the day. 
    • She posts a picture with 5 things from the Central City Museum and captions it as “@flash what’s good bitch” 
  • The Legends team is the biggest group of losers and they’ll be the ones sending push notifications to everyone else for random games 24/7. 
    • “WHO IS NATE HEYWOOD AND WHY IS HE SENDING ME REQUESTS TO JOIN DRAGON CITY.” 
    • Amaya connects with Mari online and lemme tell you, getting lives from your dead grandmother on Candy Crush is the weirdest experience Mari has ever had. 
    • Since they totally have phones that work all throughout time and space the team also has a bunch of games downloaded from like, 2060 so their push notifications just glitch up the whole system.
  • Honestly most of the Rogues probably do this??? Lisa posts a picture of herself with a bracelet and tags the entire Flash team and makes her status “really love my bracelet. The price was a STEAL!” 
    • Barry: “It’s a nice bracelet Lisa!” 
    • Barry: “Wait. Lisa what do you mean by STEAL????” 
    • Lisa: ;) 
    • Barry: “LISA “ 
  • Pictures are a mess. They’re supposed to have their costumes on but no one ever pays attention to that rule. 
    • Jax definitely has a selfie of the team grinning in front of a captured Legion of Doom. He tags everyone in it. Including the aforementioned villains. 
    • Ray posts his 5 billion selfies of himself on the moon. 
      • Barry: Wait is that Thawne in the background. 
      • Ray: Barry I’m on the moon can you focus on the important part here? 
      • Oliver: Should you really be posting your face, Ray? 
      • Ray: I’m legally dead, Oliver. 

I have so many feelings about Zoe Evans, and her beautiful face 💫

drowsy mornings

my master list ;)

summary: peter parker loves the days that you get to be the first thing he sees in the morning, especially when you’re wearing one of those sweaters of his and nothing else.

warnings: none just fluffy fluff

word count: 618 (a quick one cause i have homework that i’m procrastinating to do ahhhhh)

author’s note: it means the world to me if you spend the time to read this ahhhh :,)

Your eyes fluttered open, feeling the sensation of soft lips pressing against your forehead. A gentle smile adorned your face as you gazed up at the love of your life, sporting tousled chestnut hair and tired eyes. Peter had nothing, but admiration coursing through his veins at the sight of the beautiful girl, that he had the honor to call his own, smiling up at him. He had the pleasure of waking up to the thing in life he loved most, you.

“Morning Peter,” you said, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes groggily and sitting up.

“Good Morning, gorgeous,” he easily replied, running a lazy hand through his bed hair. “You sleep well?” He asked, genuine curiosity tugging at his brows as he pulled your hands to his lips, kissing your knuckles gingerly.

You nodded, interlacing your fingers with his. “I always do when I’m here.” You gestured to his small twin-sized bunkbed, piled with blankets from the night before, because Peter insisted you needed twelve to ‘make sure you weren’t cold’.

Peter smiled, cupping your face in his hands and kissing your nose playfully, then pulling away. You groaned, grabbing his jaw and pulling him back towards you, planting an eager kiss on his lips.

“A little needy, huh?” Peter laughed, teasing you as a light, rosy tint spread across the tip of your nose and cheeks.

You scoffed, feigning hurt. “So, you wouldn’t mind if I just left, right now?” You pushed off the covers on your lap, swinging your legs off the mattress, your feet hitting the floor defiantly. You stood up, one of Peter’s knit sweaters drowning your frame as you placed your hands on your hips.

Peter couldn’t help but think how absolutely breathtaking you looked at that exact moment, his jaw dropping slightly. The sun had risen, morning light shining through the edges of his blinds that didn’t quite cover the whole window. These rays of light hit your face in the most perfect way, your captivating bright eyes sparkling so effortlessly in the new lighting. Your face and hair were also just as perfect; natural, just the way Peter preferred you. Something about seeing you without any traces of makeup or the sight of you with hair done up with irons made his heart beat faster. It was something about the vulnerability of it all that made it so endearing to him. It was like you were sharing a part of you that no one else got to see, except him, and he cherished that. The fact that you wore his sweater to sleep and nothing else was just the cherry on top.

“Peter,” you teased, bringing him back from his short daze. “Earth to Parker.”

“Wha?” Peter sat up straight as his eyes widened, realizing he’d just completely zoned out.

“Obviously, you don’t really care if I leave..” you trailed off, looking up at his ceiling and tapping your foot on the ground.

“No, no, no, no,” Peter quickly stood up, shaking his head profusely. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you against him back onto the bed. He tucked his head into the crook of your neck, placing kisses along your collarbone. “Please, don’t go yet, y/n.”

“Now, who’s the needy one?” You laughed, smirking at the boy who’d do literally anything for you. And honestly, you’d do anything for him too.

“Okay, fine we’re both needy,” Peter grumbled, pouting, placing the palms of his hands on your cheeks. “Just promise me, you’ll stay.”

“A drowsy morning with you sounds good to me, Parker,” you responded, pushing your fingers through his soft, curly hair and savoring the taste of his lips on your own.  

anonymous asked:

Hi, this question is for Chucky & Tiffany! What would your future life look like if you went through a downward spiral of meth and cocaine? I'm talking a loooot of drugs, and possibly back-alley plastic surgery. I wanna see what that would look like. I'm having a hard time picturing it in my feeble human mind. Thanks in advance, appreciate it, papa bless.

Chucky: Don’t do drugs, kids. Good god those things are horrific. Is that supposed to be me?!

Tiffany: Do my eyebrows look like that?! Are they that uneven?!
Chucky: WOMAN, CALM DOWN!

Tiffany: LOOK AT MY EYEBROWS!

Chucky: AT LEAST YOU HAVE EYEBROWS!!

Can we appreciate the “Justice League” cast faces when Ben Affleck makes a joke about the recent sexual assault allegations? (x

❧ k.sy | redamancy

Originally posted by visual-17

pairing; seventeen hoshi x reader

genre; fluff, angst, arranged marriage

synopsis; your parents put you and soonyoung in an arranged marriage, but you were against it; you weren’t going to marry this stranger just because the adults want to make money. but you fell for him anyway.

word count; 6.3k words (oh wow)

notes; i spent forever on this omg ,, i hope you guys like it !! this is probably the longest scenario i’ve ever written lmao

“That’s not funny,” you laughed nervously and halfheartedly, unsure of whether you should trust the seriousness in your parent’s voice. 

“It’s not supposed to be,” your father sighed gruffly, crossing his arms. Your face dropped and your mood took a 180-degree change for the worse. You got mad. 

“What do you mean?” you asked, although it wasn’t really a question. You were just still in denial. 

“We meant what we said,” your father spoke. “You’re getting married to Mr. Kwon’s son. We’ve arranged it.”

You knew that your parents were major shareholders of the Kwon’s business. You didn’t know how the decision of the arranged marriage came about, but you guessed that it was because of your father’s position in Mr. Kwon’s company. You had caught a glimpse of Mr. Kwon’s son many years ago at your father’s office, but you never spoke to him, let alone know anything about him.

“We’re in the 21st Century, dad,” you deadpanned. “Those things don’t exist anymore.”

“Well, they do, in fact,” your father said. “And we’re implementing it here.”

“That’s not allowed!” you raised your voice. “I’m 19, and I will choose who I’ll live with for the rest of my life! You do not just… just dump a random man on me!”

Your voice was breaking. Your mother frowned a little, showing a tinge of worry, but your father simply shook his head.

Your mother lets out a sigh, too, and takes a royal blue paper bag from the sofa, extending it to you.

“Here’s your outfit for tomorrow,” she said. “We’re paying their family a visit in the morning and having lunch there.”

You grit your teeth and ignored her, turning your back on both your parents, and ran back to your room upstairs. You locked your door and threw yourself onto your bed, burying your face in your pillow. Tears filled your eyes and your chest was congested. You tried to take in a deep breath but all that came out was a soft whimper, followed by uncontrollable sobs, because you knew that you wouldn’t be able to do anything about their decision.


The next morning, at about 7:30 am, the soft rays of the sun filtrated through your white curtains and gently shone onto your bed, very much in contrast of your messy self who was sprawled on the soft sheets, still in dreamland. The rays hit your face and you woke up half-dazed, ignoring how heavy and puffy your eyes were feeling, before running your hands through your brown locks and walking out of your room to go wash up. 

The minute you opened your room door, you were greeted by the same royal blue paper bag sitting smugly at the foot of your door, as if taunting you. You grumbled in annoyance and kicked it to a side, the paper bag crunching against itself before toppling over.

You walked over to the toilet and looked at your own reflection in the mirror, pressing the tips of your fingers under your slightly-swollen eyes. You didn’t look as bad as you thought. At least you still looked human. 

You took your time as you brushed your teeth and washed your face, not wanting to think about the events that were going to unfold as the day goes by.

Your bubble was popped as you see your mother standing outside the toilet the moment you stepped out, leaning onto the wall. 

“Just change and get yourself ready, alright? It isn’t as bad as you think,” your mother says. You don’t argue. 

“Sure.” Was all you said. I bet it’s worse.

You brushed past her and returned to your room. Your mother had taken out the outfit from the bag and laid it out neatly on your bed. It was a simple but pretty white, lace dress that stops just above your knees. You gently rubbed the soft fabric between your fingers and a smile finds its way onto your lips. Pretty, you thought.

You changed into the dress before putting on your makeup. When you were done, you looked into the full-length mirror and that made you oddly a little less angry at your parents — you were happy with how you looked. Not over the top, but subtly formal and neat. 

You noticed a disadvantage about the dress when you stepped out of your warm house, though — it was cold. 

You and your parents got into the car, and you easily warmed back up, your chauffeur driving you three off to Mr. Kwon’s place. Mother had taken her usual seat beside you at the back of the car, and had complimented on how beautiful you looked, which made you smile a little. Grudges were still apparent in your heart, but she was your mother. Other than that, the ride was silent, and the only sounds heard were the soft rumbling of the engine. 

After about a 30-minute drive, the car came to a stop. You glanced out the windows and easily recognized the place as the city central; the area where only the richest of the richest lived. 

Of course, you thought, scoffing lightly to yourself. It’s Mr. Kwon, what else did you expect? 

You got out of the car after your parents, stepping onto the drop-off porch of a penthouse, and you felt the cold air hit your exposed skin once again, making you rub your arms. The moment you got out of the car, you were greeted by two guards who bowed deeply to you. You weren’t used to this but you weren’t exactly uncomfortable either; it was the same situation in your father’s office, although not at home. Your mother and you weren’t ones who liked attention, though you knew your father had enough money to buy a whole new, bigger house with all the servants and cooks he could get. Your mother and you preferred a simple lifestyle, so that didn’t happen.

You politely bowed back slightly, and looked on as the staff and guards around all greeted your father in unison as if he was a highly-respected commando. He just nods.

“This way, Mr. Y/LN,” one of the guards who had greeted you earlier said in a formal tone as he extends an arm to guide your father, who walks into the foyer. It was pleasantly warm. The second guard just stood a casual distance beside your family, acting as, well, a bodyguard. You didn’t see the need to, but you didn’t say anything and just followed.

The lobby itself already made you feel how luxurious the Kwon family was. A large, shining chandelier hung dazzling on the high ceiling of the lobby, and everything was mainly glass, white, or gold. It felt like a palace. 

Wherever you went, whoever you passed by, you were repeatedly greeted and bowed to by random people in uniforms, and that made you a little flustered. But you were professional enough — your father had made sure you were well-trained at handling formal situations since you were young — he didn’t want you to “make a fool of yourself”. 

You all soon reached the lift, and were taken up to the 7th floor. When the doors opened, you were taken into a deeper state of awe (even though you didn’t show it). It was the main living area, which was so unbelievably spacious that your eyes had to take a minute to scan through the entire room. The windows were all full-length, which gave you a beautiful view of the outside. The ceilings, were once again, high. A single level was already extremely tall, so being on the seventh level gave you a sky view.

“You’re here!” You immediately turned towards the voice, who was, without a doubt, Mr. Kwon. He was dressed in a smart, grey suit, with a matching tie, his hair styled back neatly, although grey hair peeked through. You couldn’t help but wonder: does he dress like this all day at home?

Your father and Mr. Kwon shared a brief handshake and a friendly hug, laughing heartily as they joked about a few things you didn’t understand. Mr. Kwon greets your mother too, and she smiles like she always does, greeting him back. His eyes then travel over to you, and you instinctively straightened your back, placing your feet together as you bowed politely. 

“You must be Y/N,” Mr. Kwon says, and you nodded.

“Yes, Mr. Kwon,” you confirmed, feeling a little odd as you answered that. He was speaking as if he had never seen you before, although you were sure you met him before. 

“You look so pretty and all grown up now! It’s been ages since I last saw you! You were still so young and innocent then, running around your father’s office,” he jokes, making you smile and relax a little from your tense self. That explains it. 

You were suddenly reminded of why you were here. The arranged marriage. Your smile faltered and you dropped your head slightly. 

“Take a seat, make yourselves at home! We can talk a little more and have lunch later when it’s prepared,” Mr. Kwon says, leading you three to the sitting area. Lush couches and sofas were lined against the wall, the floors carpeted at some areas.

You sat down on one of the sofas, immediately putting a cushion over your lap as you were conscious of how your dress scooted a little higher up your thigh when you sat down.

“Soonyoung should be here soon, he’s getting changed,” Mr. Kwon said, and your father grins widely, nodding in understanding. 

Soonyoung.

You were hearing his name for the first time. You already had a picture of him formed in your head, and the way he was viewed in your mind wasn’t very nice. He seemed cocky.

“I hope you weren’t forced into this, Y/N,” Mr. Kwon smiles, a little bitterly. “I hope you understand.”

You almost scoffed aloud. An arranged marriage was an arranged marriage. Who isn’t forced into one? What were you even supposed to understand?

Just then, the lift lets out a soft ‘ding’, its doors sliding open again. Everyone naturally turned to the lift, and a man steps out — you wouldn’t have recognized him if not for his distinct eyes — the only thing that hadn’t changed since the last time you saw him as a toddler, during that incident of you running about the office.

Soonyoung donned a simple but good-looking grey turtleneck sweater and jeans, and had a meek smile plastered on his face as he quickly walked over to where you all were. He greeted your parents, and apologized for being late. Your parents didn’t mind a single bit; they seemed completely smitten by their ‘son-in-law to-be’. 

His soft tiger-like eyes looked over to you, and his smile changed to one with his lips just pressed together, the corners turned up slightly. You returned the exact same monotone smile.

“Hello,” you said, bowing slightly while seated. 

“Hello,” Soonyoung said, bowing too. It was so painfully awkward, you felt the tip of your ears burn.

Soonyoung sits down on the individual seat at the side, and the air was… tense, for a moment. 

Mr. Kwon breaks the silence. “I believe both the kids already know what’s going on, right?”

Kids? 

You and Soonyoung both glanced at each other, making eye contact on accident, but you quickly looked back down as he turned to his father, nodding hesitantly. 

“We’ll have to decide on the… date,” Mr. Kwon says simply, believing that everyone present was smart enough to break down on what he meant. “It’s either happening 2 years later, or 3 years later. You can choose.”

It didn’t occur to you that Mr. Kwon was directing the question to you and Soonyoung; you thought he was asking the adults for their inputs. When you realized everything was quiet for a little too long, you looked up to notice everyone staring at you. 

“H-huh?” 

You could literally feel your father’s piercing glare at you.

Mr. Kwon just chuckles a bit, which made you like him more than you originally did. He was just so nice, and didn’t have any airs, unlike what you had envisioned him to be. 

“I said—” 

“No, no, I heard what you said, it’s just — was that question for me?” you asked a little cautiously.

“For you and Soonyoung, yes,” Mr. Kwon confirms himself, nodding.

“Oh.”

Everything became quiet for a while as you tried to process everything in your head. You, a nineteen-year-old, is getting married to a holy rich twenty-one-year-old whom you barely knew, against your will, and his father is telling you to choose the date of your wedding. Now. It’s either you choose the earlier date, or the later date. With the difference of a year.

You swallowed nervously, your fingers playing with the soft fabric of the cushion on your lap. “The thing is —”

“Two years later,” Soonyoung interrupted. You ogled at him. What did he just say?

“Two years, Dad,” Soonyoung repeats, shooting you a look you couldn’t quite decipher the meaning behind. “Let’s put it as that.”

Mr. Kwon glances at you for your acknowledgement, but words were stuck in your throat. 

“I-I…” you stammered again.

“She’s okay with it,” your father speaks up, supporting Soonyoung. “Let’s just settle it with that.”

Mr. Kwon lets out a uncertain sigh, but nods. 

“Alright then.”

You couldn’t say anything; because even saying that you wanted it held 3 years later didn’t sound right to you either. You didn’t even want to get married!

“You two can head upstairs,” Mr. Kwon says kindly. “The adults will talk among ourselves, and you two can just… get to know each other better.”

That made you clench the the cushion in your fist, already feeling the awkwardness awaiting you bone-deep. 

“Thanks, Dad,” Soonyoung says a little flatly, although a hint of sincerity could be heard. He stands up, sliding his hands in his pockets and walking past you, to where the lift was. When he notices that you don’t stand up to follow him after he passes you, he turns around. 

“Why’re you still sitting there? Let’s go,” he said, not rudely. You snap out of your thoughts and sheepishly stood up, straightening out your dress and putting the cushion back in place on the corner of the sofa.

Soonyoung extends an arm to gesture for you to go first, and you do. Soonyoung, the polite boy he was trained to be, said his goodbyes to the adults, before catching up with you and following you to the lift.

He pulls a hand out of his pocket to press the lift button, before casually placing his hands back in his pocket. 

Your eyes curiously looked around the level one more time, as if you were never going to see it again. You noticed a wide spiral staircase at the side of the level leading upstairs, but you guessed that wasn’t where you’re heading to.

“Level 10,” Soonyoung said, as if reading your thoughts. You blinked at looked at him, puzzled. 

He smiles a little, a gentle smile which made your skin tingle. “That’s where we’re going.”

“Oh.”

Soonyoung chuckles, just as the lift arrives at your level, and the doors slide open. “You say that a lot.”

The both of you walk in, and Soonyoung pushes the button with the number 10 on it. 

“I do?”

“Yeah. You did just now too.”

You just shrug, and keep quiet. You didn’t really feel like talking, specifically not to him. It annoyed you to think that you had to marry him when you didn’t even love him. It annoyed you that you keep forgetting that you’re going to have to live with this guy for the rest of your life. 

You kept seeing him as just someone you’d meet, just for today. But the moment you snap back into reality, no, that’s not the case. You’re seeing him for the rest of your life, Y/N dear. 

You subconsciously let out a deep breath, which made Soonyoung glance at you. He didn’t say anything, though. He had an idea of the reason anyway. 

The lift reaches the 10th level, and you were instantly, once again, wonderstruck by the interior, and the view it had — which was the first thing that caught your eye. Since one would already have a sky view from the 7th level, the 10th level was just… much higher, which made the view ten times better. You found yourself walking briskly over towards the wide, glass windows, your palms gently pressing onto the hard, smooth surface as you stared out. It was still morning, so the sunlight was scattering the sky, spearing through the clouds, creating beautiful individual rays of golden light. A smile found its way onto your lips. 

Soonyoung just stares as you do what you were doing. You definitely are different, he thinks. 

He calls out to you. “Hey, Y/N?”

You spoke without turning to face him. “Yeah?”

“Don’t you wanna explore?”

You quickly pulled your hands back from the glass, as if it had just burnt into your skin. You looked over to Soonyoung, who cocked his head to a side.

“Look, I think I’d have to make this clear,” you said as seriously as you could, making sure that you kept your tone firm but not too discourteous. 

“Hmm?” Soonyoung hums a little, making his way towards you. You sucked in a deep breath of air and let it out.  

“I don’t know about you, but I’m against this whole thing. I’m guessing you are, too, but even if you’re not, I don’t really care. I’m still gonna try and get out of this somehow, so don’t… try anything on me.”

You wanted to slap yourself. How could you even say that from your own mouth?

Soonyoung shrugs. “I won’t, since you say so,” he replies. “But you’ve gotta worry about yourself.” 

You just frowned in confusion. “What do you mean?”

He merely chuckles, and continued walking over. When he didn’t stop at a natural distance and continued closing the gap between the two of you, it made you take tiny resigned steps backwards, pressing your back against the glass.

“W-what?”

Soonyoung smiles, his face inches away from you. You couldn’t help but subtly scrutinize his features; the way the light from behind you hit his face made him look astonishingly beautiful. 

Your heart was pounding so hard against your chest, you were afraid that he might hear it.

“Well, I just mean, you should be careful…” he says, almost sweetly. “Don’t fall for me.”

You wanted to scorn at him. But instead, your breath hitches. “I-I won’t.”

Soonyoung laughs quietly before retreating, and you let out a shaky breath that you didn’t know you had been holding.


You two didn’t talk much after that, and your parents could tell from the tenseness you had during lunch. 

The lunch meal prepared was comparable to that of a five-star restaurant. Everything was garnished and plated neatly, and the long, rectangular table was filled with dish after dish. 

The adults were still talking among themselves.

You were reserved about eating with people you didn’t know well, so you had ended up just sheepishly eyeing the food laid out on the table while poking at your plain bowl of rice. 

Soonyoung, who was made to sit beside you, noticed how you were literally just feeding yourself with white rice. He uses his chopsticks to pick up some fish meat from the plate in front of him, and casually places it in your bowl.

“Here,” he says, taking a few more of the other dishes and placing them all in your bowl. “Just eat.”

He returns back to eating after that, and so did you. You shot him sheepish side-glances, unsure of how you were supposed to feel or react. 

After lunch, both you and Soonyoung’s parents somehow decided that it was a good idea to leave you here to stay to ‘get closer with Soonyoung’. 

“You two were going to have to live together in two years time anyway,” they had said, “so why not let you get used to the place first?”

“But…” you trailed off, trying to find an excuse to go back home. “My clothes. I need to get my clothes.” You looked down at yourself, who was still in the white dress. You started noticing more and more of its flaws after wearing it for the day. It was a bit too tight, and it wouldn’t stop riding up your thighs. Which was very annoying to you.

“I’ll get one of my people to help you bring them over if you want,” Mr. Kwon assures. “But we’ve got an entire wardrobe for you too, so you could use that.”

You nearly stared at him. Already?

“Well, you see…” you laugh a little. “I usually wear really casual clothing around the house so—”

“That’s no problem too,” Mr. Kwon smiles. “We’ve got lots of different styles of clothing prepared in your closet, I’m sure everything’s covered. But if you do need anything else, you can just ask one of the maids to get it for you.”

You see Soonyoung nodding a little at his father’s words, although he seemed to be in a daze. His eyes were looking at somewhere random, but he was definitely listening. 

“…Right,” you say softly. “Thank you, then.”

You had no more excuses. You could practically feel how hopping mad your father was right now, and you internally decided that it wasn’t a good idea to continue your little protest. 

Mr. Kwon grins, pleased. “It’s all settled then. You can, of course, go back to your place whenever you like, but this shall be your home too from now.”

He looks over to his secretary, who was standing at a side, and told him to make sure that everyone accommodates to you. You’re practically in a princess’ position now — you’re the daughter-in-law to-be of the CEO. 

Okay. That just slapped your across the face.

Your parents left right after lunch. You and your mother exchanged a hug, and you heard her whisper a quiet “take care, alright?” into your ear, which you replied to by nodding. 

“It’s not like we’re not seeing each other again, mum,” you joked lightheartedly, making her smile, although it was obvious that it wasn’t genuine. 

And with that, they left, once again escorted by guards. 

You followed Soonyoung back to level 10, where he had said his room was. You haven’t seen it, though. 

“The whole of Level 10 is pretty much for me,” he said, but not in a arrogant way. “And now it’s yours too.”

You rolled your eyes. “Not. I’m just here temporarily.”

“Whatever you say,” Soonyoung said, walking towards another part of the level that you hadn’t been at yet. The level was partitioned and divided into different sections, and Soonyoung led you to a bedroom. 

He pushed down the door handle and pushed it open. It was a simple and classy room, the main colors being wooden brown, beige and white shades. A queen sized bed sat in the center of the room, and a full length window at one of the walls beside the bed was hidden by a curtain. There were nightstands on both sides of the bed. You liked it — it was homey. 

“Your room,” Soonyoung says, taking you aback. 

“Mine?” you asked. “Isn’t it yours?” 

He shakes his head. “Mine’s there.” He nods over to the room next to the one you were standing outside. 

“Oh.”

“There it is again,” he chuckles, and you laugh. “Go on in.”

You walked in carefully, your eyes darting around the room. Your hand naturally brushed across the soft bed sheets when you walked past it. You were grateful that you had a room all too yourself. Soonyoung smiles, seeing how you liked the place. 

“How is it?” he asked, although he could already tell from your expression. 

“Perfect,” you mumble. 

“Your closet’s here,” he said, and you turned to him. He presses a button on the wall in front of your bed, and the wall literally slides open relatively fast. You widened your eyes.

“That’s… cool.” 

“I know,” Soonyoung said, grinning, and you went in. Mr. Kwon was right — every type of clothing you could possibly imagine was already there. From casual tees to hoodies to dresses; they were all hung up neatly. 

“Oh, and…” Soonyoung drifts off and coughs a bit, and you could tell it was forced. 

“Yeah?”

He coughs again, stifling a snicker. “Undergarments in that drawer.” He gestures to the one behind you, and you stared at him in disbelief for a moment before bursting into laughter. 

“You pervert!” you laughed. You were slightly embarrassed, but surprisingly not too much. He laughs along with you, his eyes pressing into tiny slits. 

Aw. 


Over the next few weeks, or a few months, you two grew undeniably closer, the major reason being your awkwardness around the penthouse. You knew no one else, and you couldn’t possibly keep to yourself the whole day — so Soonyoung was pretty much your only companion.

You realized Soonyoung wasn’t as stuck-up as you thought he would be. He was extremely carefree and outgoing, and decently caring. He had noticed of how you were socially uncomfortable and kept to yourself a lot after ‘moving’ into the penthouse — it was just your personality, really — and Soonyoung always teased you about it. But it was genuinely to help you get used to everything. 

“Miss, would you like me to iron out your dress?” he had asked in a high-pitched voice from behind you while you were in your closet, picking out clothes to wear. Strangely, you didn’t know that it was him, and started stuttering. 

“N-no, it’s alright, thank you—”

When you turned around, you see Soonyoung leaning against the wall frame of the closet, one of his legs behind the other, his arms crossed loosely in front of his chest. His shoulders jerked a little as he snickered playfully. 

“Soonyoung! Stop doing that!” you chided, throwing a sweater at him, which he swiftly caught. He pushed himself up from the wall, laughing.

“It’s funny to see you react!” he said pointedly, walking into your closet and hanging the sweater back into it’s place. “Wanna go out today?”

You grinned. “Where?”

He pushes his shoulders up in a shrug. “You choose.”


This other time, about 4 months into living in the penthouse, you had a fight with Soonyoung, which resulted in cold war for about 2 or 3 days. You had left the penthouse alone without him knowing, although the guards had tried to stop you. You had lied that you had informed Soonyoung, which made them reluctantly let you out. All you wanted was some fresh air, you didn’t think much about it.

When Soonyoung found out, he immediately called you back, and he had unconsciously raised his voice at you when you got back to the penthouse. 

“How could you just leave without telling anyone? What if something happens to you? You even lied to the guards that I knew that you were leaving? Can’t you be more responsible?!” Soonyoung shouted, making the staff at the level quickly retreat to the other levels to do their jobs. They didn’t want to see the scene unfold.

You were shocked, angry, and honestly scared at how Soonyoung was acting.

“You don’t own me! Who are you to shout at me just because I went out? Is it against the law? What is wrong with you!?” you shouted back. Your eyes were filled with tears. 

“You know your position now! You’re going to be the daughter of a CEO’s family! What if someone does something to you? And hold you hostage or something!?” he argued.

Soonyoung then lets out a loud grunt and storms to his room, slamming the door shut, which made you jump although you had already predicted that he would do that. 

You cried even more later. You didn’t know why, but it hurt. He didn’t talk to you at all for the next couple of days; except for a few mumbles of “ya”s and “no”s when you tried to strike a conversation. 


A few days later, while you and Soonyoung were still at cold war, Soonyoung got sick with a relatively high fever. Everyone started making a big fuss about him, and one of the housemaids kept going into his room every half an hour or so to check on him, changing the towel on his forehead every so often. He couldn’t even sleep in peace, which worsened his headache. 

You had left Soonyoung alone, though, because you knew he needed rest, and was still a bit apprehensive about approaching him.

But you came to notice how you heard his room door clicking open often. Too often. You got out of your room and walked over to his, to see the housemaid dipping the towel in a bucket of water on his nightstand, before wringing it out and placing it back on top of his forehead. When she saw you standing outside, she immediately finished up and walked out, telling you not to go in, since you could get yourself sick. 

You hesitated for a moment and looked past her and into the room, seeing Soonyoung’s pale self lying on the bed, beads of sweat glistening on his neck as a small frown moulded itself onto his features. His chest was steadily rising and falling, the sheets pulled up to his tummy. 

You shook your head. “I’ll take care of him, you can proceed with your other tasks.”

The housemaid was about to advise you against it, but she knew better than to shoot off her words. She simply bows in acknowledgment and gets back to her daily work. 

You sigh and walked in, closing the door behind you to prevent others from coming in to disturb him from his sleep. You quietly sat down beside him, and pulled his blanket higher up as you took another cloth from the nightstand, dabbing dry his sweat on his neck. 

Soonyoung was half-awake, and felt that the presence was of a different person, which made his eyes flutter open. You froze.

To your surprise, instead of ushering you out, a weak smile tugs on Soonyoung’s lips. “Hey.”

You bit your lip, trying to act aloof as you continued wiping off his sweat. “Go back to sleep.”

He just blinked slowly, not taking his eyes of you. “I’m sorry for shouting at you the other day.”

You stopped again, this time putting the cloth away. “I’m sorry too, but not now, Soonyoung. Don’t think about that.”

Soonyoung shakes his head lightly, and felt his head spin a little. His hand reaches out to yours, and he just holds it as he let his eyelids fall close. He swallows, starting to drift back to sleep. 

A few quiet moments later of you just sitting there, you let out yet another silent sigh. You couldn’t look away from him; his resting, peaceful self looking so calm to you. You started to rethink about the past 5 months you have spent together, and shook your head. 

Somehow, your brain has twisted itself into thinking that love does not exist in an arranged marriage. And for that, you convinced yourself that you didn’t love him. 


Over the next 2 days, you took care of Soonyoung, who pretty much just slept through the whole day. You were glad, though, that he was resting. It also gave you time to sort out your thoughts. 

You brought in simple meals into his room during meal hours, such as porridge or just a warm bowl of soup. Soonyoung didn’t have a really good appetite, so he only ate for the sake of filling his stomach. You checked in on him at appropriate timings too. He got better fairly quickly, and he was able to move around 2 days later. 

“How’s your head?” you asked as Soonyoung got off the bed and walked into his closet. He had been feeling extreme drowsiness during the period of time that he was sick.

“Better,” he said, smiling. “Thanks to you.”

You looked away from him as you felt your face heat up. “Don’t say that.”

You hear Soonyoung chuckle, and he ruffled your hair. “Really though. Thanks a lot.”

You simply hummed in reply, and turned to him with a sneer. “You’re gonna have to repay me somehow.”

He raised an eyebrow and started to fake a cough. You laughed and slapped the back of your hand to his stomach. “Don’t fake it, I’m not dumb.”

Soonyoung pretended to hurt when you hit him, clutching his stomach and bending over. You laughed harder, faking a knee-kick towards him. He laughs too, retreating in defense. 

“Why would you hurt a sick person?” he jokes, and you roll your eyes in amusement. 

“Yeah, right. Would you like another few days of lying in bed, Mr Soonyoung?” you said, raising the pitch of your voice to match that of a housemaid’s. 

“N-no thank you, I-I’m fine,” Soonyoung pretends to stutter exaggeratedly, impersonating you. You widen your eyes, staring at Soonyoung incredulously.

“Did you just…” you said, shock still written all over your face. Soonyoung was doubled over in a laughing fit; it was a laughter that he could feel in his lungs, one that took his breath away. You couldn’t help but laugh lightly too.


One night, you two went to bed as usual at around 11pm. Just as you were about to fall asleep, you heard a loud, hollow thud that came from somewhere. You froze for a moment, your heart palpitating. What was that?

You eventually got up from bed and walked over to Soonyoung’s room, your palms sweaty as you took cautious steps down the dark hallway. You could see the moonlight pouring into the living area of the level.

Although it was near, you finally got to Soonyoung’s bedroom and quietly knocked on the wooden door with your knuckles. “Soonyoung?”

The door opens with a confused Soonyoung standing behind it. “Why’re you awake?”

“Did you hear that?” you asked.

“The thud?”

“Yeah.”

He nodded, yawning. “I think one of the housemaids dropped something upstairs. Don’t worry about it and go back to sleep.”

You reluctantly nodded, and was about to turn around and go back to your room when you felt something behind you, making your hair stand on end. 

When something touched your back, you literally jumped and let out a yelp, turning around so fast that you thought your neck was going to snap. You stumbled backwards, accidentally bumping onto Soonyoung, who caught you and steadied you on your feet. 

“I’m so sorry, Young Miss! I was cleaning and something fell from the table upstairs, I wanted to come down and check that you weren’t disturbed by it.”

It was one of the housemaids. You heaved a sigh of relief and nodded, apologizing repeatedly for how you reacted. 

“It’s pretty late, go rest now and continue cleaning tomorrow,” Soonyoung instructs, and the housemaid does what she’s told. 

After the housemaid left, Soonyoung starts snickering at you, which resulted in you lightly hitting him again. 

“Stop laughing!” you hiss, and he bites in his lips as he stifles his laughter.

“Yes, Young Miss.”

You chuckled and shook your head in disbelief, glancing out of Soonyoung’s room. The outside seemed so much more eerie now, for some reason. You knew that you were overthinking, but you couldn’t help it. 

Soonyoung suddenly pulls you back into the room with one hand, and closed his room door with his other hand. 

You looked at him. “What are you doing?”

He smiles reassuringly, the only source of light in the room being his warm-lit beside lamp. “You don’t have to go back to your room. Just sleep here tonight.”

“But—” you stopped yourself, changing your words. “Is… that okay?”

“Why wouldn’t it be?” 

You shrugged meekly. “Just because.”

He shakes his head and walks back to his bed, getting under the covers and patting the empty space beside him. You smile slightly, climbing under the covers of his bed, too. 

“Can you keep the lamp on?” you whispered softly, just because it was night time. It was a habit of yours to speak softly at night.

Soonyoung looked confused for a moment, but his gaze slowly melts into a soft smile as he nods. “Of course. Go to sleep now.”

You smile too, and closed your eyes. But sleep didn’t come. You couldn’t just go to sleep when you’re lying beside Kwon Soonyoung. You find yourself warily opening your eyes a while later, after knowing that he was asleep by the steady breaths that he was taking. 

You shifted a bit, making yourself more comfortable, as you lay facing him. The corners of your lips turned up gently as you let out a soft breath.

“I think I like you,” you sighed softly, so softly you would’ve thought that you had said that internally. 

A moment later, a smirk appears on Soonyoung’s lips. “I warned you that you would.”

You quickly flipped yourself over to face to other side, scooting a little further from Soonyoung as you buried your face in his pillow which smelled soothingly like him. 

Soonyoung’s eyes flickered open, chuckling when he sees your embarrassed self. 

“Come here.” He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him and making you turn back to face him at the same time. You inhaled sharply. You were against his warm chest, chiseled to perfection, his brown eyes staring deep into yours. 

“I think I like you too.”

Soonyoung’s lips gently presses onto yours, the euphoric warmth blossoming in the both of you; you never knew a kiss so innocent could be so intimate and electrifying. His lips and yours melted into each other, and you could feel him smiling. 

The two of you pull away, and Soonyoung grins. 

“Lucky that I chose the date that was 2 years later. I don’t think we’d be able to wait for 3.”

You laughed a soft, melodic laugh that echoed in Soonyoung’s ears. “Right.”

With a soft chuckle, the two of your lips touched again. 

So love in arranged marriages do happen.

anonymous asked:

how would the characters react if they were cuddling with MC and suddenly MC starts giving them a bunch of genuine compliments?

There was a prompt very similar to this one, so I’m merging. Also, calling you out again @alittledrummergirl

- Asra: He pulled you back into bed by your wrist, and you end up falling on top of him. He gives a breathy laugh in your ear. He doesn’t say anything, just giggles. A few soft hums can be heard from behind the curtain of the shop. His hands hold your waist, gentle but firm. You push up on him, staring down at his face, whispering that you need to get back to work. “Take a break, you do so much…”, is his reply. Such a simple remark gives you a flood of emotion, the stressful workload taking its toll on you. You go back down onto his chest, whispering about how glad you are that he’s in your life, and tell him everything you are thankful for. How much you love him. He goes silent, but his face feels hot as he buries his face in your hair and gives the crown of your head a kiss.

- Julian: He’s the big spoon and you guys are lazing around on a slow, hot day. Nothing to do, nowhere to be. The sun is coming through the window in rays, and you hide your face in his shirt. He has you tucked underneath his strong arm, letting you lay down on his chest. But then you tell him in a whisper that he’s great, the sudden moment of adoration you feel hitting you. And you can feel the way his arm around you shakes, and before you can look up at him, he covers your eyes and he hides in the crook of your neck, keeping you still. Light kisses trail up to your temple, the occasional love-sick sigh from either of you, and a deep shudder comes from his chest. “You’re really… too good for me…”, he says. His voice is honest and rough, but it’s filled with resignation. Even though he disagrees with such a statement, he can’t win against his biggest weakness: You.

- Nadia: She doesn’t cuddle so much as hold your hand and lean her head against your shoulder. It’s enough space for her to feel comfortable, but enough contact to feel secure. She is breathing on your neck, teasing you with just her breath and the scent of morning coffee. You look at her as she watches the rise and fall of your chest with morbid fascination. You can’t help but blurt out that you love the way she looks at you with her scarlet eyes, and she looks up at you quickly. Her intense gaze causes you to fix your eyes else where. But before you can, she grabs your face with her hands. The cold metal of her rings and her blank stare make you flinch. She suddenly smirks and gives a chuckle. “You didn’t have to flatter me to get me to look at you.” Before you can protest, she moves her face closer to yours. “You have my attention.” She says, taking your breath away as she kisses you.

- Portia: She keeps her arms secure around your waist, giving the gentle rub on your back as she whispers court gossip in your ear. Normally, you would pay attention to it, giving nods and responding enthusiastically. The gossip helpful in political pursuits and interaction with the nobles, and just something she enjoys indulging in. However, Portia couldn’t stop laughing. Every few lines she got in was drowned by her giggling. You couldn’t get over how warm she was and how bright her eyes were, you couldn’t help but be silent through most of the story. You were completely enraptured by her, and couldn’t help starting to giggle after not speaking up, her laughter starting to become contagious. She stops mid gossip, confused as to why you reacted so suddenly after being quiet. Her face goes red as you tell her she has the best laugh. She starts to giggle nervously, almost shy. “It feels natural, laughing beside you.”

- Muriel: He has finally gotten used to you leaning against him, and after you have taught him how to wrap his arms around you, he has gotten so used to it that it has become second nature to him. His arms protecting you is where they belong. Where he wants to be. Everything flies over his head, at least until he realizes that you were talking for the past five minutes. He is always on alert, but he got so comfortable that he actually started zoning out of the conversation. He looks at you curiously, giving the look that tells you to continue what you were saying before. A way to communicate without interrupting you. You murmur to him as he leans down for you to speak again, and as you tell him that you thought he was handsome with the light hitting him just right, he has no reaction. A rumble escapes his chest, and his lips tilt slightly. “The fact that you enjoy such mundane pleasantries with someone like me… is truly extraordinary.”

- Lucio: The mercenary gives a boisterous laugh as he pulls you to his chest. He got drunk at a tavern, so you were waiting for him to sober up and take him back home, but he suddenly ordered another round for the whole bar. The tavern gave a cheer as you dragged him to a booth near the back before more rowdy business could accidentally arise. He laughs into your neck, and you can’t help but be amused. He just got back from a grand escapade, so allowing him to partake in some fun was natural. Though, you suppose that it got a bit out of hand. He tells you dreams in his drunken haze, a rather private matter in your relationship. Dreams of conquest and revolution. And you. You can’t help but tell him you love his ambition, desire to live. He doesn’t say anything, just peppers your face with kisses, grasping onto you like a lifeline. “I would say you are my one true fantasy,” he says softly against your skin, “But this is my reality, and it’s so much better than any dream I could conjure.” The tavern that roars like a beast goes quiet as he holds you tighter.

- Admin Christmas (Mercenary Lucio is STRONGLY inspired by @malaktheraven‘s fantastic writing, check it out)

5:01- jhk(m)

Originally posted by pjkook

the only thing thicker than water is blood.

(m)-mature / 4.1k words / vampire!hoseok / enjoy ! 

req; vampire hobi. that’s all I’d like to request you can do whatever kind of drabble or fic you please, but I need some vampire hobi 

*before you read please know there is death involved in the fic, so stop or be cautious before proceeding on if that is triggering for you, thank you


Current Time: 03:48 pm

You remove your sunglasses once you’re on his porch, adjusting the top of your bathing suit beneath your long shirt before knocking on his front door. Hoseok has lived here alone for barely a month now, and after being friends with him for so long, you find it odd that one day he just decided to leave his childhood home, abandon his family, and somehow get rich enough to buy this mansion along the beach that the two of you had met staring at from the outside.

But every time you went to ask him about it, something stopped you, or every time you thought you’d asked the last time you spoke to him, the answer seemed to have been completely forgotten in some unreachable corner of your brain. And in a peculiar twist of fate, the more you wanted to ask, the less you had answers to, and though you have been dying to see him, you only just now felt compelled to accept his invitation to come over for a swim.

He answers the door in nothing but swimming shorts, the deep lines and muscle along his chest marking him as different from the boy you remembered as well, letting him pull you in for a warm hug, nose nuzzling into your neck affectionately before letting you go.

“Finally!” He gives you a big smile, leading you from the entryway into the huge living room, “you accepted my invitation to come swim.”

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