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idk if this has been done but how about mc lyric pranking the rfa+v+saeran? can be sfw or nsfw!

Saeran: Little Did You Know by Alex and Sierra 

You: Little did you know...

Saeran: Don’t tell me you ate my ice cream. 

You: How I’m breaking while you fall asleep, Little did you know… 

Saeran: Muffin, what are you talking about? Tell me, please remember no secrets between us 

You: Im still haunted by the memories…. Little did you know I’m trying to pick myself up piece by piece…

Saeran: Look I know I don’t deserve you okay but please tell me how can I help you because (y/n) you helped me pick up my pieces please babe please let me know how to help you… your scaring me…

You: Underneath it all, I’m held captive by the hole inside, Ive been holding back for the fear that you might change your mind…. 

Saeran: Please.. don’t tell my.. my biggest fear is coming true… please.. noo.. lets talk about this when I get home… please..

You: Im ready to forgive you but forgetting is a harder fight 



Saeran: @$#%! HDFGJQN GD^!*@ 

Jumin: Ego by Beyonce 

You: Aw, baby, how you doing? You know I’m gonna cut right to the chase, huh? Some women were made But me, myself? I like to think that I was created For a special purpose, You know? What’s more special than YOU? You feel me?

Jumin: Continue Kitten

You: It’s on, baby let’s get lost, You don’t need to call in to work ‘cause you’re the boss, For real, want you to show me how you feel, I consider myself lucky, that’s a big deal, Why

You: Well, you got the key to my heart, But you ain’t gonna need it, I’d rather you open up my body, And show me secrets you didn’t know was inside, No need for me to lie

Jumin: Keep going my love, you have my full attention *he exits the limo* 

You: It’s too big, Its too wide, its too strong, it won’t fit, its too much, it’s too tough, You got a big ego, such a huge ego, I Love your big ego..

*you hear the door open and then you felt your back lightly hit the couch* 

*You see jumin licking his lips and suddenly you felt his hot breath tickling your neck* 

Now now my kitten, lets see you stroke *grabs your hand and puts it on his crotch* this ego and lets make it fit shall we? 

Seven: Acquainted by The Weekend 

You: Baby you’re no good, caused they warned me bout your type, got me ducking left and right

Seven: You got that right ;)

You: You got me touchin on your body, to say that were in love is dangerous, but seven I’m glad we’re acquainted 


Seven: Oh and if I was you, I would pick a song that we didn’t fuck to :) love you see you in 10 mins!! 

V: Gotta Catch em All - Pokemon Theme Song 

You: I want to be the very best, like no one ever was 

V: Hello my precious angel :) I hope you can accomplish your dreams and be the best in your field! Know I love and support you always! 

You: To catch them is my real test, to train them is my cause! 

V:  …… 

You: I will travel across the land, searching far and wide!

V: Teach Pokemon to understand!!!! The power that’s inside!!!! Pokemon, (gotta catch them all) its you and me!!!!!!! I know its my destiny!!!!

You: Pokemon, (gotta catch them all) its you and me, I know its my destiny
Pokemon, oh, you’re my best friend!!!!! In a world we must defend, Pokemon, (gotta catch them all) a heart so true!!!Our courage will pull us through




YOU: POKEEEMOOOON !! I never would of that the amazing, carefree, would know the Pokemon theme song! I never knew you liked those stuff :

V: I like to be a bit mysterious… it goes with me.. Me and Jumin use to battle each other all the time..We still do…. I started with popplio.. he started with Rowlet… 

You: Dont fuck with my litten.

Yoosung: Burn by Usher 

You:  Its going to burn for me to say this but its coming from my heart 

You: It’s been a long time coming, we da been fall apart 

Yoosung: Baby do you need me to call an ambulance!! ARE YOU AT THE APARTMENT A HEART BURN SOUNDS SERIOUS 

You: I really want to work this out but I don’t think you’re gonna change

Yoosung: Have I done something wrong? :( I know you are out of my league, I hear my classmates whispering how can a pathetic guy like me have someone so beautiful as you :( 

You: I think its best we go our separate ways… 

Yoosung: I always dreamed of this day coming.. first… sally left… then Rika… and now you… I… respect your wishes (y/n).. can you please.. just wait till my last class is over? May I have permission to buy you your favorite flowers and food because if this is going to be my last time seeing you, I want to have a good memory of you….

You: *dies* *guilt* *his heart shattered* *your heart is shattering* YOOSUNG IM SORRY IT WAS A JOKE A LYRIC PRANK IM SORRY!!! YOU KNOW IM IN LOVE WITH YOU!!!! IM SORRRY 


Zen: Pullin me Back by Chingy 

You: Every time I try to leave….something keeps pulling me back, Telling me I need you in my life

Zen: What do you mean ‘leave’. Define it and use it in a sentence. 

You: It was meant to be, You were meant for me, So that means we gotta make it work

Zen: I am legit confused. This is worse than an unpolished script. So you want to break my heart but then you want to make it work. We are talking about this when I get home. Im leaving practice right now. Just look at a picture of me and just remember all the good times we have. Please. 

You: It was all good at first, Spending money, going shopping, Eating at the finest restaurants,And then from club hopping

Zen:  So when you think and see a picture of me, all you think is materialistic things! REALLY! Wow, Jaehee was right about you, you were just using me. I’ll help pack your things when I get to my house. Thanks for breaking my heart. 


Zen: *sends winks face selfie* Cute how my acting skills even work on you ;) I love you too baby, don’t ever think about messing with me ;) 

Jaehee: Come and Get It by Selena Gomez 

You: You ain’t gotta worry, its an open invitation 
Jaehee: Did you open my mail? 
You: I’ll be seating right here, real patient, All day all night, I be waiting standby 
Jaehee: Please (y/n) don’t stay up for me, Mr. DickHead has me working over time :( I don’t want you to sacrifice yourself for me :( 
You: Can’t stop because I love it, hate the way I love you, All day, all night, maybe I’m addicted for life, no lie.
Jaehee: You speak beautiful words hehe *3* thank you for making hell more bearable :) 
You: I’m not too shy to show I love you, I got no regrets. I love you much, too much to hide you, this love ain’t finished yet.
Jaehee:  What do you mean show me……. 
You: *sends nude* 
*jaehee in the office* 

Originally posted by kaaatana

Wish (Part 2)

[Part 1]

Pairing: Kagehina 
Show: Haikyuu!! 
Summary: Fire demon!AU, in which Kageyama makes a wish upon a falling star, and gets Hinata instead.

Travelling with a fire demon proved harder than Tobio had ever anticipated.

It’s not altogether strange, to see odd beings about the towns—wizards and witches selling potions and spells, spirits and sprites and tiny little fair folk, sprinkling dust in the sun-stripped air, a whole myriad of magical, mystical creatures strewn across the countryside—it’s just, the people throughout the land don’t take too kindly to demons.

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leaves from the vine

PROMPT: Unexpected Visits (Day 7; January 5)

To Iroh, it was not a surprise when Zuko would drop by Ba Sing Se once a month to grab some tea and seek wisdom from his uncle. Iroh looked forward to it because praise from his customers can make him a satisfied owner but seeing Zuko inhale a pot of Jasmine in a few minutes makes him undeniably happy. 

But today Iroh almost dropped his cup when he saw Fire Lord Zuko arm in arm with none other than Katara. 

“My, Zuko, Katara! This is quite a sight for sore eyes,” Iroh sang. “What brings both of you here?” Iroh asked while wiggling his eyebrows. “Together?”

Zuko did not look pleased and he only shook his head. Katara smiled sweetly to Iroh and replied, “Zuko and I, well…It’s obvious now, isn’t it? We’ve already told our friends and my family. Zuko here wanted you to know. He told me that the Jasmine Dragon was the first place he felt at home after he was exiled. I thought this would be appropriate.” 

Iroh’s eyes glistened as he stared at Katara. Zuko only grumbled under his breath but his cheeks were starting to tinge. Iroh wiped at his eyes, smiled, and yelled at his waiter, startling everybody in the shop, “GET THE FINEST TEA FOR THE FINEST COUPLE IN BA SING SE. HURRY UP. ZUKO ISN’T GOING TO GET A GIRL LIKE HER AGAIN.”

and that was the tale of how Uncle Iroh became the biggest Zutara shipper. I LOVE UNCLE IROH!!!

64 Floors- Part 2


Summary: First impressions never go as well as first dates and after meeting the notorious Mr. Luke Hemmings you knew that all too well. He liked you and you knew that, but if you were going to make it in his cut throat world than you were going to need more than just his affection. 

A/N: Major shoutout to @ivegotashothough for helping me out with this:) I’m loving this series! If you guys want me to continue then please say so! As always, thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoy!

Part One

Approx. 2.5k words


“It’s unbelievable really, I’m telling you.” You laughed, picking up another slice of pizza and putting it on your paper plate. “I mean what are the odds that the perfect stranger I met-”

“And fucked.”

“And fucked, -happens to be my future boss?”

Calum laughed out loud as he took a bite of his crust.

“Cal, you’re my best friend but you’re absolutely shit at giving advice.”

Calum shrugged, “Sorry dude but what can I say? It’s fucking funny.”

“It is not! This is serious! What am I supposed to do? He’s my boss. And we had sex. And now he wants to take me on a date and I’m trying to be moral.” You whine around a mouthful of pizza.

“I think you left morals in that elevator.” He snorted and you rolled your eyes. Calum may be your best friend in the entire world but he wasn’t very supportive with things like this. “Why don’t you just ignore the dude until it goes away? That’s how I avoid all my responsibilities.” Calum suggested, shrugging his shoulders as he finished his pizza slice.

“It’s also why you failed out of college, Calum.” You pointed out, taking a sip of your beer.

“Semantics.” He replied indifferently and wiggling his eyebrows with a giggle. “But you do have a good point. I mean, he’s the CEO of a multi-million dollar corporation, he’ll move on. Right?”

“Yeah, don’t worry about it champ.” Calum chuckled, ruffling your hair. “Besides, you’re not even that hot.  To be honest I don’t even know what he saw in you.”

“Dick.” You stuck out your tongue, shoving his arm and making him spill his drink on his pants.

“Oh yeah, he’ll move on fast.” Calum said, trying to wipe his spilled beer off of his clothes.


He was not moving on.The moment you got to your desk you quickly realized that when Luke Hemmings wanted something, he had no intentions of letting it go that easy. Your desk was covered in flowers from the finest shop in the city. How he had known which were your favorites you had no idea, but somehow it seemed that Mr. Hemmings had a way of knowing even some of the smallest of things about you. You didn’t know if you should be flattered or slightly concerned that he knew such an obscure piece of information, but either way you had to put an end to it. Your reputation was all you had right now and this was not how you wanted to start your first day as Luke’s assistant to go. In a company like this people talk and you could not afford to let them talk that way about you. You were going to get to where you needed to be how you always did: hard work.

You walked around to the front of your desk and picked up the little note he had handwritten for you.

A little birdy told me these were your favorite. Makes sense since they’re as beautiful as you are. Hopefully I’ll be able to buy you more than just flowers in the future if you agree to a date. You know where to find me.


You couldn’t help but feel little butterflies beginning to form because as much as you hated to admit it, you liked the attention. But this had to stop. With a sigh, you threw the note into the trash and picked up the coffee you had grabbed for him along with the necessary files he required for his eight o’clock meeting before walking down the hall to his large office. You knocked twice on the heavy mahogany doors before entering. He was sitting at his desk, his suit pressed and his hair styled perfectly as he stood with his hand in his pocket, talking busily on the phone with whom you assumed to be a client. You walked quietly over to his desk, placing his files down on his desk and handed him his coffee which he took immediately. You turned to go, figuring he was busy with the phone call but as soon as you made it to the doors you heard him call your name. You turned back around to face him and he gestured for you to sit down in the plush chair across from his desk. You sat tentatively and crossed your legs, smoothing out your skirt nervously as you waited for him to end the call. He spoke a curt goodbye to the person on the other line before hanging up his office phone. You looked up to see him staring intently at you.

“Did you need something?” You asked, trying to keep firm eye contact, but his blue gaze was almost too much for you. You could see a ghost of a smile forming on the corners of his lips as he watched you crumble underneath his stare.

“Well Miss Y/L, you’ve made it this far.” He said, holding up the coffee you had brought him with a mock impressed look. “The last one couldn’t even manage to get the coffee right. Though I hope you’ll be doing more for me than just getting coffee.” He smirked, coming around the desk and leaning up against the edge.

“I can do whatever you need me to Mr. Hemmings.” You replied carefully, hoping he wasn’t getting at what you were thinking he was getting at because you certainly didn’t need the temptation.

As if he could read your mind, he chuckled “Don’t tempt me Miss Y/L because you know I’ll take you up on that.”

“Mr. Hemmings we talked about this.” You went back to fiddling with your skirt, wishing you had worn tights instead of leaving your legs bare for his hungry eyes.

“And I’m sure you know how I feel about it based on the state of your desk this morning.”

“With all due respect Mr. Hemmings, I don’t really care how you feel about it.”

You could see the gears turning in his head as he processed your rejection. He wasn’t used to being turned down by pretty girls and he didn’t seem to be liking the feeling at all. For a moment you were worried that you’d gone too far. You thought about your job and the fact that you had just potentially put it in jeopardy for talking back to the most powerful man in the city. However Mr. Hemmings just flashed his signature smirk as he pushed off of his desk, coming closer to you.

“You should watch your tongue. Never know when it could get you into trouble.” He tutted, leaning in close enough so that you could just make out the tiny flecks of green in his enchanting blue irises, his breath hot on your skin. For a second, you thought he might kiss you and you hated how much you wanted him to. He leaned in, and for a brief moment you fluttered your eyes shut. But you felt him pass right over you, his arms reaching over to snag the files you had brought him before he got up and crossed the office, beckoning you to follow him. “We have a meeting today and I would love to show you just how it’s done here at Hemmings and Co.” You breathed a sigh of relief and took a moment to compose yourself before standing up and following your boss out of his office.

“Mr. Hemmings!” You called out, just before he exited.
He raised his eyebrows, a small smile forming on his pink lips. “Luke, call me Luke.”

You gave him an unimpressed look, “Mr. Hemmings,” you repeated, “while I’m flattered that you seem to think so highly of me, what happened in the elevator should not and can not affect our professional relationship. I promise you that it will never happen again. I’m here to work and hopefully you are too.” You spoke as you straighter your back, slightly surprised at how authoritative your voice sounded.

He nodded curtly before turning around and walking towards the conference room without another word. You huffed and blew a stray piece of hair out of your face as you hurried to catch up with him. Asshole. You thought as you followed him into the room full of important, corporate clients. This was your first official company meeting and you were not going to let Mr. Luke Hemmings ruin it or your reputation, no matter how handsome you thought he was.

The meeting went well as far as you could tell. Luke was a natural when it came to speaking in front of people, as he should be. He only acknowledged you a few times when he needed you to pass him his data or notes, keeping the entire exchange professional just like you had asked him to. You were fascinated with how eloquently he spoke. His ideas were brilliant and it just reassured you that you had come to work for the right company. The entire thing lasted for about two and a half hours before Luke finally wrapped it up, signaling for you to grab his files follow him out the door.

You spent the rest of the day answering phones and scheduling the rest of his meetings for the week, getting up from your desk only to answer his calls and bring him whatever he needed for his meetings. He was a busy man and keeping up with him was going to be the hardest part of your job. He was needy, you could already tell, but in the kind of way that made him stronger. He surrounded himself with the people he needed to succeed and you could only hope that you would start to become one of those people.

The office was nearly empty as you began to pack your things. Just as you were about to leave for the day however, Luke appeared from his office and placed a thick stack of papers on your desk.

“I need you to file these under gross revenue income for this month. It’s important that it gets done tonight. You can leave when it’s finished.” He spoke, as he pulled on his blazer over his crisp, white oxford. “See you tomorrow Y/N. Don’t be late.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it sir.” You sighed, before taking your coat back off and settling down to do what he asked. 

It took you another two hours to properly file everything in its place just as he needed you to. It was dark when you finally left the tall office building the chilly air a frigid contrast to your cozy apartment. You walked home alone, only to collapse into bed practically fully clothed. This job was going to be stressful, no doubt about it, but you didn’t know which was worse: the actual work or the fact that your boss had seen you naked. You sighed into your pillow, setting your alarm for five thirty the next morning. You could do this. All you had to do was be strong and hold your ground and you knew that you were more than capable of doing both. With that reassuring thought in your mind you quickly fell into a peaceful sleep, pushing the thought of your boss to the back of your mind.


It had been almost a month since you had started working for the notorious Mr. Hemmings and you were starting to pick up on the little things that made you a great assistant. You knew how he took his coffee and what he ordered at his favorite restaurant. You knew the sizes of his jackets and where to get them dry cleaned. You could do things before he even asked, anticipating exactly what it was he needed before he even knew himself. You had become his perfect assistant and in return he had stopped with the forwardness and blatant advances and began to treat you like a real assistant. Part of that was disappointing, but it was you who had curbed any chance of a relationship and so you had no room to be upset. So instead, you focused all your time and effort on being the best employee you could be, which frankly, was a damn good one.

All too soon the blare of your alarm jolted you from your sleep. You had been working late last night in preparation for a big event that the company held every year. You had barely gotten three hours of sleep before the sun had begun to appear through your window, signaling it was time to get ready for another day.

It was routine that Calum would stop by your place on the way to his own job every weekday morning. He worked at the coffee shop just down the street from the Hemmings building and he would always get you free coffee and scones whenever he was working there. As you wiggled into your familiar skirt and blouse, you heard the knock at your door signaling he was here.You hopped around on on foot while trying to shove your other foot into your heel before yelling down to him.

“Come in, Cal! It’s open!” You called, placing your hand on the wall to balance yourself.

Walking to work with Calum was always an adventure. Sometimes he took you down a backroad that he always claimed was a shortcut, and that almost always ended up being nearly twice as long. Or sometimes he insisted that you try a new food on the menu at the local sandwich shop you two frequented. Luckily, most of the time the food was wonderful, though on more than one occasion you had both been upset to find that the five dollars you had both spent was wasted on a less than desirable sandwich. No matter what, walking with Calum was one of your favorite times of the day. He was a good and loyal friend and you enjoyed his company more than anyones.
Calum opened the door to the warm coffee shop and you strolled inside before ordering your own cup of coffee and one for Mr. Hemmings, making sure to tell the barista to make it piping hot, just the way he liked it. Upon gathering your coffees, and a scone that Calum swore by, the two of you headed on towards the large, black building.

“Thanks for walking me Cal. Today was fun.” You turned to him when you two stopped outside the doors of your work.

“Anything for you, munchkin.” Calum joked, pinching your cheeks. You slapped his hand away playfully before giving him a hug, his lips finding the top of your head in a friendly kiss before you turned away from him to walk into the elevator, ready to face a new day, determined to do your best, as always, despite the fact that you never seemed to get any sleep. The elevator doors closed, signaling the official start to your day and you took a deep breath, bracing yourself for what was to come. 

He was watching you from his office, stories above where you had entered. He watched as the dark haired boy held you for a second longer than his liking. He watched as he pulled you in and kissed your head like how he wanted to do. Luke didn’t like it. He didn’t like it one bit and today he was going to show you just how much. 


Part 3


7 Days of Christmas ❤ Day 2: Christmas Confession (Jimin, Fluff)

Originally posted by sonyeondan

Jungkook // Jimin

Day 2 for the Christmas collaboration with the lovely @taehxyung!! Check her Jungkook chapter out, it’s absolutely adorable~~ Her next chapter will be posted tomorrow so DON’T MISS IT!!!!!!!!!!

Words: 1542

“I can’t!” Jimin whined, holding tightly to the edge of the ice rink. You smirked at your friend’s incompetence, before going close to him and putting a halt to your movements.

“Come on, you baby.” You beckoned, holding out a gloved hand for him to take. His eyes flashed and narrowed, before he pushed past you and attempted his own awkward walk on the ice

It failed, miserably.

Jimin fell backwards, landing right on his behind and letting out a yelp. Your laughter could be heart from all ends of the ice rink, and his eyes glared up at you.

“I said I’d help you!” You laughed, holding out a hand again. Jimin pouted at your hand for a moment, before taking hold of it. You attempted to pull him onto his knee’s before he pulled back, twice as hard.

You fell on top of Jimin, feeling his whole body shake with laughter once his arms wrapped around you.

“Jimin!” You huffed, trying to pull away. He didn’t allow you to for a long moment, until holding you at arms length and patting your head His nose was blushed red from the cold, but he still managed to look cute.

“Don’t tell the boys I needed help, okay?” He held your waist as you stood, before allowing you to help him to his feet, finally. Jimin’s legs squished together as he tried not to fall back onto the ice once more. You took both of his hands, making eye contact to ensure he wasn’t uncomfortable. Jimin was biting his bottom lip in determination, and he prodded you backward with a nod.

“Keep your feet straight, Jimin.” You commanded, and he warily directed them forward. Instead of just his nose being tinged red, it was his cheeks now, as well.  You kept your pace slow as you brought Jimin forward, making sure not to make any sharp turns to set him off.

The both of you made it around the rink once, and Jimin was significantly stepping up his game. He’d gotten more comfortable on the ice, enough to only hold one of your hands. Still, his feet moved awkwardly and his usual graceful stance was instead looking rather…ungraceful?

“You can let go,” Jimin grunted, loosening his hand from yours. You bit your lip, unsure of whether it was wise or not. If he fell again, he’d probably be too upset with himself and want to leave. Still, you let him go and moved forward. 

You turned your head to see if he had fallen, but Jimin wasn’t even there anymore. He was skating freely on the ice, looking as if nothing bothered him in the world. You couldn’t help but gape at the way he moved.

“Park Jimin, you liar!” You bellowed, coming after him. Luckily, the ice was unusually bare on this occasion, or else you were sure you’d of plowed over multiple children by now. He let out a squeak, before moving at a faster pace than he was before.

“Come catch me!” He coaxed, sticking his tongue out at you. You groaned loudly, watching him stop on the other end of the rink and wait for you. That was it, he was really dead.

Despite being a little uneasy going too fast on the ice, you went at him with a rapid speed. His eyebrows furrowed, before holding out both arms.

“(Y/N), slow down!” He called, watching as you came straight towards him.

“I can’t-” you gasped, spiraling closer and closer to him. Jimin braced himself, and you did your best to slow yourself down. In your furious attempts, you ended up smacking right into Jimin’s body and falling back against the wall.

“Are you okay?” Jimin stammered, helping you stand upright once more. You nodded, taking fistful’s of his jacket so you wouldn’t fall again. His hand’s lay on your waist tightly, and it was apparent to you Jimin was being overly protective.

“I’m fine, but you, you will not be.” You snapped, hitting his shoulder. Jimin didn’t even try to hide his grin. He held you closer so you wouldn’t fall, but the both of you ended up falling quiet. 

“You look cold,” he mumbled. “let’s go…back to my place. I’ll make us some hot chocolate, okay?”

“Mm…” You let go of him, awkwardly hanging you arms in the air in front of you two so you didn’t accidentally touch his hands. Jimin seemed to notice, and he pulled himself away from your waist. The two of you went back to the exit of the rink slowly, not meeting the others eyes.

Once getting off your skates, you left the cold place and went towards Jimin’s car. The ride was unusually quiet, save for the Christmas tunes playing on the radio.

After getting back to his place, Jimin sent you forward with his house keys to wait for him inside the house. He said he was busy with something in the car, so you left him there.

You walked into his place, turning on the kettle to boil water for hot chocolate, before sitting down on his sofa and opening your bag. Last minute Christmas shopping at it’s finest. You’d heard Jimin just the week before complaining about him losing his favorite pair of earrings, so you got him a new pair that looked very similar. He was sure to like it, right?

You placed your bag gently on the floor near his small Christmas tree, holding the nicely wrapped present in your hand. Jimin took longer than you expected, and by the time he walked into the door you were toying with the mug of hot chocolate you’d made. Jimin’s was on the other side of the coffee table.

He walked into the living room, putting down the box similar to yours, wrapped with a small red ribbon on it. In his other hand, Jimin had flowers encased in wrapping paper as well.

“Merry…C-Christmas…” He panted, holding out the flowers to you so roughly a few petals fell off into your cup.

“Did you run to the flower shop down the street?” You stood up, placing your cup down and taking the small bouquet. He leaned both hands on his knee’s, gulping down air while giving you a quick nod.

“I didn’t….think my present was good…enough.” He choked out, and you placed the bouquet down right beside your cup. You took hold of Jimin’s shoulder’s, whirling him around and sitting him on the sofa. He caught your wrist, bringing your hand to his cheek.

“Jimin…” You sighed, feeling your cold hand cool his blazing cheeks. For a moment the two of you watched each other carefully. You could feel the color in your cheeks brighten when Jimin stood up. Both of your chests pressed against each other.

“No offense but…I really want to kiss you right now.” You dropped your hand away from his cheek, shocked at the words he spoke so bluntly. Jimin took this as an opportunity to cup your face between both hands and kiss you.

His lips melted against yours, and you had to grip his shirt to keep from falling backward. He was soft the whole time, which made the both of you not want to pull away.

In the end you were both left gasping, but neither of you really ended the kiss. Your noses pressed together as you inhaled deeply, and the gasping soon turned to childish giggling from Jimin.

“Don’t be creepy…” You muttered, leaning your head on his shoulder and looking up at him.. Never before had you seen him up this close, but it was something you could get used too.

“Should we open presents?” Jimin wondered, sitting back down on the couch. You nodded, picking up the gift you had got him and handing it to him. He took your hand and made you sit next to him, before handing you the little box he’d gotten.

“Open yours first,” you waved him away, watching eagerly with a hint of worry. What if he didn’t like them? He ripped the packaging, a goofy grin pressed into his face. Jimin cracked open the box, before looking up from the earrings.

“They look like my old ones! Did you know I lost them?”

“Lost them?” You played dumb, cocking your head to the side innocently. A simple blush popped onto Jimin’s cheeks, before he took them out and placed them in his ears.

“I love them.” He turned back to you, raising his brows as he waited for you to open the present.

You ripped it open, revealing a little silver box. Looking up at Jimin, you opened the lid and placed it in your lap. A sparkly bracelet lay in the box, silver chain and little blue diamonds placed along it. 

“I have the same one,” he held up his wrist, pulling his jacket up his arm to reveal the same bracelet dangling there.

“Friendship bracelet?” You wondered, holding up your own arm. Jimin shook his head, clipping it on.

Relationship bracelet. We’re dating now, you have no say.” Jimin picked his head up smugly, and you snorted.

“I’m fine with that.”

“Good, because you can’t break up with me.”

I’m so sorry, I really had to write down something, those two are so precious!

“I’m sorry Adrien, your father can’t see you this afternoon. I’ve been previously instructed by Monsieur Agreste to escort you to this specific exhibition”

Adrien wasn’t particularly surprised, he was used to being dumped. Nevertheless, he felt sad. The evening before his father showed up at dinner so he caught the opportunity to ask him directly how his day has been and what was he up to the following afternoon, not forgetting to mention that he was completely free, hoping that he would take the hint and would be able to find some spare time to spend with his son. Incredibly, Gabriel Agreste had a blank spot in his agenda so Adrien took the initiative and invited him to the new renaissance exhibition at the museum. Even more incredibly, he agreed. The boy was so happy; finally, he could spend some time with his father!

And then Natalie, his carer and Monsieur Agreste secretary, crashed his expectations for the afternoon. He’d even cancelled his plans with Nino so he could have been with his father for a couple of hours!

“Never mind, I have to do some homework. Thank you anyway, Natalie”

He smiled to her, politely, heading toward his bedroom miserably.

Lying down on his bed, face buried in the pillow, Adrien thought that that was one of the lowest moment in his relationship with his father. Not because of his rejection, that Adrian could handle, but because he accepted to spend some time with him, face to face, and then deliberately took some other appointment just so he could not being around his son.

“He must hate me, Plagg…”

The little black kwami hoovered over his head, looking for something to say that could cheer his friend up.

“You know he doesn’t hate you! He’s just very busy, and that is a positive thing because now you can go jumping over some roofs and chimneys with me! You definitely need some fresh air!”

“At least he tried” Adrien sighted.


Being Chat Noir was the best thing that could ever possibly happen to Adrien; jumping from one chimney to another, feeling completely free, that was his real life. Behind the mask, he was his true self. Chat Noir could live his life as he pleased, no one could tell him what to do, except for his Lady, whom he was always eager to oblige.

Adrien reached the top of the Eiffel Tower, waving at some tourists that did not know about the Parisian superhero and almost fainted at his sight during the climb. That was his favourite spot of all Paris, he could see all of his stunning city, with all of its lights, its history and its strange people. Every now and then, during his patrol, Chat Noir wondered why he had been chosen for this and how could he have been so lucky. From a corner of his mind, Plagg would just say it was his destiny to protect those people and everything they live for. That consciousness made him smile every time, feeling at peace with himself.

Suddenly, an explosion echoed through the streets. Adrien detected the source of the sound and jumped off the tower, ready to fight. The river was completely frozen, two of Paris’s bridges surrounded by iceberg that threatened their stability and one ice-cream shop devastated from the detonation. In front of the burning signboard stood an akumatized man, laughing in his white robes and cone hat.

“Dear oh dearie, does no one ever told you that winter starts on the 21st of December? Please, do not tell me you are one of those obsessed with that series with the wolves and the dragons! We’re in Paris, we do not need a king!”

Adrien dodged an icy dagger and run at the laughing man with his staff drawn, aiming for his legs. He managed to off balance his opponent right on time, for Ladybug darted at his side in that exact moment and kicked off the crazy-ice-cream man’s cone hat, preventing any further temperature drops.

“Thanks Chat, you waited for me!”

“As always, my Lady, I couldn’t let it go!”

The superheroine crashed the hat, freed the akuma and in a matter of instants the white butterfly flew away and everything went back to normal in a flash of red light. She was laughing, and Adrien wished to stay with her forever, but his ring was running out of energy and he needed to bolt home.

“M’Lady, I’m afraid I must bid thee farewell, my precious lucky charm!”

He kissed her hand before leaving. He released the transformation right around the corner, catching an exhausted Plagg on his fingers. The black kwami did a great job and Adrien wanted to thank him properly, so he headed toward one of the finest shops in the city to buy some camembert just for him.


On his way home (Plagg sleeping in his pocket, satisfied), the young man daydreamed about his companion, Ladybug. They have known each other for years now and everyday he felt his feelings for her growing stronger and stronger. After every battle, every victory and every moment spent together, his attachment intensified. She was the most important person in the world to him. He never hesitated risking his own life to protect hers, and so did she. They were connected, Adrien knew that and he couldn’t stop thinking about her.

Literally a couple of meters away from his entrance door, someone bumped into him, almost making him lose his balance. It was Marinette, his classmate and acquainted with Ladybug. She did lose her balance and fell, spreading pencils all over the sidewalk.

“Marinette! Are you all right? Are you hurt?”

He took her hand and helped her standing up on her own legs. Adrien could tell that she was sored but before he could say anything else, she became as red as a tomato and run off clumsily, completely forgetting everything on the sidewalk.

“What a strange little thing she is”

Observed Plagg, curious.

Adrien started to gather what she had left behind, noticing some complex artistic designs with really intricate details among the pencils and books. Luckily, nothing that was related to school.

It was clear that Marinette didn’t like him, every time they spoke, even briefly, she didn’t breathe a word and fled away from him as soon as possible. He really wanted to be friends with her, since she was such a nice mademoiselle. Maybe she’s shy, the boy thought at first, but with everyone else she would never shut up. Even with Chat Noir she was completely different: spontaneous, lovely, confident, funny, brave…

Maybe it would be the superhero to deliver those things that evening.

  • me: - goes into the weapon shop -
  • me: i require your finest blades, price is no consequence
  • weaponsmith: - pulls out a box -
  • weaponsmith: these two blades were forged from dragon's teeth and coated in adamantoise blood
  • me: amazing what are they named
  • weaponsmith: pizza hut & taco bell ( dual wield )

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The Adventures of Am-I-Being-Too-Gay Bernie. for @slightlyintimidating

Chapter 1 – The Lingerie Store.

 Bernie stood with her hands clasped together as she looked up at the large sign, she swallowed inaudibly and was trying to coax herself into walking inside. It was a lingerie shop, one of the finest around, Serena had been going on about the shop for some time now and well Bernie came up with this idea that she was going to purchase some lingerie for Serena as a surprise. Only what seemed like a good idea in her head, turned out to be a whole lot daunting now she was stood in front of the building. Her palms were clammy and she took a deep breath.

 “Pull yourself together, you’re Bernie Wolfe for Christ’s sake. You can do this.” She muttered.

Bernie looked cautiously over her shoulder and then with a shaky sigh, walked into the shop, she could feel the heat instantly rising to her cheeks and oh, if this wasn’t the worst idea she had come up with! Normally, she’d be shopping in another shop, somewhere simple but no Serena loved this specialist lingerie shop and of course Bernie wanted to please her. The mannequins stared back at her, all perfectly wearing expensive lacy underwear and Bernie’s eyes darted around the shop and she didn’t know where to look. Not wanting to look like a deer caught in headlights, (she really didn’t want to give the impression that she needed any help) Bernie turned to her left and browsed that corner of the shop.

Her eyes lingered on the various pieces of underwear and she slowly walked around some more and caught something in the corner of her eye. Bernie swiftly turned and made her way over to a perfect leopard print set. She couldn’t help but picture Serena wearing it in her head, looking absolutely gorgeous and slowly Bernie extended her hand and felt the material on her fingertips. Moments passed with Bernie still feeling the material and realising what she was doing, she instantly let go and cleared her throat, suddenly afraid in case anyone had been watching her. Bernie cautiously looked at the sizes and picked up the correct one and located the till.

The assistant watched Bernie walk over and she smiled at her and Bernie attempted to smile though she’s wasn’t sure if she actually did and she put the item on the side and held her bag in her hands.

“This is a great item; I love the design.” The assistant said cheerfully.


The assistant took the hanger off and went to pick up a bag and before she put the item into a bag, she double checked the size to make sure Bernie had the right one and it completely threw Bernie. Yes, she had picked up the correct size, at least she thought she did? How could she explain to the assistant that it’s not for her but instead for her incredibly beautiful girlfriend who is a surgeon and works with her at Holby? Panic sets in and Bernie just nods, she wanted this conversation to be over and she paid as quickly as she can and she takes the bag from the assistant and as she’s about to turn, the assistant says something.

“He’s a lucky man!”

“Oh, I um…gay!” Bernie replied holding the bag up.

Bernie wanted the ground to swallow her up, did she really just say gay? And why on Earth did she hold the bag up? She didn’t dare look back at the assistant, instead she practically ran out of the store and leant against the nearby wall. The only thing that made that whole ordeal make her feel somewhat better was knowing how incredible Serena would look wearing the lingerie set later on tonight and as she looked down at the bag.

Bernie vowed never to return to the store again.

anonymous asked:

Scenarios with Sinbads s/o being a queen for her own country? (Like long distance and letters?)


A long distance relationship proved to be something of a problem for Sinbad. He couldn’t mail his charismatic smile and was so used to charming people in person that he had to work much harder to romance his s/o using only his written word. It was a challenge he intended to rise above and beyond.

Sinbad was privileged to receive the affections of his s/o, the Queen of a foreign country. She indubitably had suitors clamoring for her attention just an arms reach away, yet she laid her love in Sinbad, no matter how many oceans lay between them. He had received her latest letter just a day earlier, she chronicled the issues she was handling in her country: treaties, trade agreements, minor skirmishes near the border. She asked Sinbad’s thoughts on a particularly stubborn dignitary who refused to compromise and remarks that she wonders how the weather is in Sindria this time of year. The letter concludes with her dearest affections and a kiss.

Sinbad sits at his desk, a scroll of paper before him, and as he stares at the scroll, his words fail him. It would be simple to write a courtly response to his s/o. He could give his suggestions for the dignitary, congratulate her victories, and tell her that, as always, the sun is warm, the water clear, and the people of Sindria are happy. But that wasn’t romance. It wasn’t what stories were made of. They could be so much more, the romance that spanned three oceans, the great King and Queen torn apart by duty but united in their love.

Leaping up from his desk, Sinbad calls for several servants to follow him—giving little more explanation. They soon arrive in the bazaar, Sinbad scanning the shops for the finest goods in Sindria. He points to a artesian necklace, inlaid with the clearest gemstones from Sasan, a box of ripe Sindrian peaches, a bolt of the finest silk in all of Sindria. Each thing he points to is handed to his servants to carry and pay for as he amassed the richest sampling of all Sindria has to offer. Content in his choices, he returns to his office, drafting a letter and handing it off to his servant before returning to his duties.

It would take nearly a fortnight for Sinbad’s s/o to receive his response, and she begins to worry. By air, their messenger birds take no longer than a week to make the journey between their countries. Her concerns are interrupted as a messenger enters enters the throne room, bowing, he states that there is something at the docks she must attend to.

On her arrival she is handed a letter, baring the Sinbad’s insignia. Unrolling the scroll, she is led down the docks as she reads.

“My dearest Queen, I have no words to show you the expanses of my love for you, and no words to which might bring you here to my nation between the sun and sea. And so instead, I have brought my country to you.”

There at the end of the dock, a small Sindria Trading Company ship moored to the pier, unloading box after box of goods. The sailors presenting the goods to the Queen as they pass. Sinbad’s letter continues.

“No Sindrian silk is so soft as your skin and as sweet to my touch, but I give it to you so you might dress in it and dream you sit by my side. No Sindrian jewelry could compare to your beauty nor match the shine of your smile. No Sindrian peach is your equal is to your sweetness and feels so pleasant on my lips.“
Sinbad’s letter continues in an almost scandalous ode to the Queen and her features, nearly bringing a blush to her cheeks. 

im laffin at the exchange i just had at s-bucks..i should preface this story w/ the fact that being stuck in bed for like three days has completely destroyed what little of social skills/outside interaction i have

but i finally am able to eat i think so i went to safeway and decided to get an s-bucks because my week has just been totally horrible i am in the worst of moods i needed a Lil Treat u know and. i ask for a coffee frap and the lady working seems totally new but is all alone on the shift and she says ‘can i be real with you….i have no idea how to make that’ and in that moment i realized..oh..oh heck i don’t either. im gonna look like the dunce ordering something that i have no idea what are the Components of. so i say very confident ‘oh! i think it’s like an iced coffee, but blended, right?’ (imagine this coming from a withered, sickly soaking wet from rain child who looks near death. as if i finally cracked the da vinci code seconds before my demise) and she was like ‘you know…it could be’ ‘im just gonna..try that and you tell me if it’s right and if not i’ll remake it’ 

she got it totally fine but she kept looking back nervously to see my reaction and in my feverish dream Wisdom, for some reason, thought an acceptable Socially Appropriate response would be to make the chef discourse hand sign across the counter and say like a bellisimo who just opened up shop on the finest spring morning in all of italy “IT’S A GOOD ONE!” 

if you ever feel like you messed up and said something silly in passing conversation please remember this