shut up line no one cares

“why do you use crayola colored pencils and copy paper”

“why do you use ms paint and paint.net”

“why do you draw with a mouse and not a tablet”

“why don’t you use a good digital camera and not your laptop/camera phone”

“stop showing me a picture of an empty wallet”

Suga Daddy: Part 6

Suga Daddy: Part Six

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Word count: 6.5k

Genre: smut, angst


I was going to post this later but what the hellThis is in Yoongi’s pov, there will be more in his pov but I figured this needed to be done since I had some people freaking out over the last chapter. Thank you to anyone who has supported this story, it means the world to me. Anyway, hope you enjoy! (Also if you messaged me about how to make a masterlist, I forgot your username, i’m sorry! Message me again for the link it you still want it.)

Parts: one | two | three | four | five


Yoongi got to work and walked through the double glass front doors. The secretary, Gina, spoke to him. “Oh, Mr. Min, your friend Mr. Park is in your office to see you.”

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anonymous asked:

#21 montyxreader where theres a party at bryce's and they're playing beer pong and she wants to play too,but bc they've never seen her play before everyone including monty are like "are you sure you know how to play" and she just rolls her eyes at them and completely beats their asses,so evry1 is flabbergasted (especially monty) and shes all smug and stuff

Thanks for the request! Enjoy (: x

#21: “High five!”


The music was blaring through the speakers, some type of heavy bass song filling the entire backyard - and probably the neighbourhood. Cans of beer littered the ground and discarded pieces of clothing lined the pool. It was another one of Bryce’s parties, full of drunk teenagers and the lingering smell of marijuana.

You walked back into the backyard from using the bathroom, your eyes resting on the beer pong table that currently had your boyfriend and his friends surrounding it. You grinned to yourself, heading over.

“Can I play?”

The boys looked to you, their faces twisting into questioning looks. “Are you serious?” Zach asked you, making you narrow your eyes at him.

“Yeah, babe, you’ve never played before.” Monty pitched in. You folded your arms across your chest, glaring at the disbelieving group of boys.

“I’ve never played in front of you.” You countered. “So, lets go.”

You stepped toward the table that was covered in spilt beer and red solo cups. You held your hand out to Justin, in whom was holding the ping pong ball. He smirked, dropping the sticky ball into your hand. Ew.

Y+ou were on Monty’s team, versing a questioning Zach and an almost proud Bryce. Justin was the referee, shaking his head at your theatrics and mouthing to Zach and Bryce that they’ll win. Except he didn’t mouth it, and didn’t care that you heard him say it.

“Shut up, Justine.”

He glared at you. You offered him a confident smile, turning to face Monty, in whom just shrugged his shoulders and let you stand in position.

“Are you sure you even know how to play?” Bryce questioned, a beer in his hand.

“You’ll see.”

You got into position at the end of your side of the table, one foot in front of the other as you angled yourself sightly sideways, you lined yourself up, locking your eyes onto a target cup before lifting your arm and gently throwing the ping pong ball towards one of Bryce and Zach’s cups. You watched as it went straight in, the satisfying sound of it hitting the cool beer made you grin widely and jump up.

“In your faces!” You shouted, spinning around to give Monty a giant hug. He laughed loudly at your reaction, stepping forward to take his turn.

“Wait, wait,”Justin chimed in. “As chairman of this table, and referee by choice, I therefore declare that Y/N got that in from beginners luck, and shall have another go.”

Monty gave you the ball, and stepped behind you, slapping your bum on the way past. Justin gagged, and the others told you to hurry up. You sighed, but laughed, and lined yourself up again, throwing the ball and having it bounce off the rim and into another cup.

You squealed in delight, turning to face a surprised Monty. “High five!” You shouted, holding your hand up in order for it to be slapped by Monty’s palm. He held up both hands, going in for a high ten.

Justin made you go again, and again, and again, until you had won the game and embarrassed not only himself, but his friends in whom he was supposed to be supporting more.

Monty shouted his support, picking you up and spinning you around. Apparently there was a $100 bet on this game, and you had just won it for Monty. So you shouted in Zach’s face, holding your hand out to collect the cash before handing it to Monty.

“Suckers.”


I feel like when Belle gets excited about something, a new book she liked, her father’s latest idea for an invention, whatever, she tends to get carried away talking about it. And she’s definitely heard, more than once, something along the lines of “shut up, no one cares,” so she’s kind of learned to check her enthusiasm.

So just imagine she’s going on and on in raptures about her new favorite fantasy novel and then she stops herself with “sorry, i’m probably boring you.”

But the Beast ADORES her enthusiasm and he’s all “no no no keep talking, this is interesting” because anything is fascinating when she talks about it with such passion and he loves to hear whatever captures her interest.

Walls Built- A Sirius Black Imagine (Part 6 of Alone Together)

A/N: I know I said that this would be up some time last night and I swear I had it ready to go. But then, I was doing my last reread and decided to go in a different direction. I think this one is better, albeit much more sad. This chapter also hit a bit too close to home as I wrote a lot of what I’ve been feeling lately into this. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy and I promise that it won’t be sad forever! Things will start to look up soon! (Hopefully (: )

Past Installments: Alone Together. (part 1) - Implementations. (part 2) - Routines. (part 3) - Replacements. (part 4) - Revelations. (part 5) 

Originally posted by freakystuffinhere

As you walked into Potions, you shivered with a groan. Another day you forgot your jumper. You actually had it too, but Lily was rushing you so much that you forgot it on your bed. Now you’d have to suffer through the cold lesson and Remus’ teasing.

“Morning Y/N.” Remus smiled as he sat down next to you. His arm reached out and ruffled your hair slightly, then set a delicious looking pumpkin pasty in front of you. He looked surprisingly pleasant and chipper this morning; you thought he’d be more fatigued as the full moon passed just four days prior. It usually took Remus a full week to get back to his usual self, and you looked at him curiously.

“What are you up to?” You asked, eyeing him suspiciously.

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I really like the idea of Bucky protecting Tony from everyone including the avengers 

Like, sometimes he sees how aggressive and rude Steve can be and he shuts him up and Steve is like ‘what did I do?’ and Bucky tells him exactly what did he do wrong

Or sometimes Clint is making fun of Tony and crosses the line, and Bucky gives him The Look™ and Clint apologizes instantly, feeling guilty

Bucky also sees how protective Tony of the team, always making sure that everyone is happy and comfortable and have everything they need, not caring about himself. And no one except maybe Vision care about Tony, at least Bucky thinks so. So Bucky decides that he will be the one to ask Tony at least once a week if he’s okay and feeling well, he’ll bring him breakfast to his workshop and he’ll check on Tony when he’s working too long

jungkook scenario | make me blush

You made these cupcakes for me? >> Jungkook
requested by anon
drabble // fluff // 700 words


“You made these cupcakes for me?”

Jungkook nods, blinking angelic eyes over a box of freshly baked cakes. “Yep, I worked hard on them too. Do you know how much muscle power it takes to whip buttercream?”

There’s no way you’re buying his words. The biceps, as well hidden as they may be under a flannel shirt, would have no problem with mixing. Besides, when does Jungkook ever do anything nice for you? You know what date it is today, and you know better than to trust the boy whose past crimes include drawing on your face while you sleep, leaving fake spiders in your shoes, and texting you song lyrics at three in the morning. So, who can blame you when you ask: “Did you swap the sugar for chili powder, or something?”

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Elthina: My, my, such a terrible commotion!


Elthina leaves the Chantry only twice in the entire game. Once is to berate Sebastian, and as the scene is part of his DLC is not ‘the game’ proper. The second is here. If you only have the base Dragon Age 2 game, this is the only time you will see her step outside Chantry walls. Thus, this is the only opportunity to see her ply the trade that made her famous: diplomacy.


Elthina fucked up badly during the Qunari uprising, largely because she refused to leave the Chantry. The Chantry deliberately provoked the Qunari, yes, but Elthina could hardly have wanted events to play out as they did. Hawke was the only person to come out of that mess looking good. Where Elthina went wrong was a failure to know her enemy. What she thought was the conflict just starting to ramp up was actually the Arishok reaching breaking point. Had she gone to the compound herself, she might have realised this. Certainly Hawke could have told her – did try to tell her, but gave up when Elthina just kept claiming she would intervene ‘when it was time’.


This is different, though. Here, Elthina is fighting on her home turf. She has known these people most of their lives, and she is the direct superior of both. It’s in her power to manage this situation in any way she sees fit, so it’s interesting to see what she chooses.


I think we see here a clever and able politician – but one with no morals at all.


Meredith: This mage incites rebellion, Your Grace. I am dealing with the matter.


Elthina: Ah, Orsino. So frustrated. Do you think this is truly wise?


Orsino: I … no, Your Grace.


This is vicious. This isn’t just shutting Orsino up today, it’s effectively ruining any further efforts in this line. Orsino has adopted a very careful and deliberate tactic here: he is being ‘the good mage’. His position, by default, is awful: he is both an elf and a mage, and thus simultaneously a member of two of the most hated groups in Thedas. Getting a group of Chantry-going noble humans to listen to him is always going to be an uphill battle.


Thus, his strategy. Despite the desperation of the mages, Orsino is well-dressed, well-spoken and extremely confident in public. He has been addressing the crowd, not about Meredith’s crimes in the Circle, but about the crimes she is committing against Kirkwall’s citizens. The whole point is that he is wise. He is intelligent and well informed. He is telling the people of Kirkwall ‘what is really happening’.


In posing her question, Elthina has hamstrung him. He could insist that he does think this is wise, but in doing so he would be setting himself against the Chantry. Against a grand cleric. That would have the whiff of apostasy about it, and make him untrustworthy. Or, as he does here, he can agree with Elthina. He remains the good mage, then, but he can’t very well persist in telling the people of Kirkwall what Meredith really is, or he will again be defying a grand cleric. Without actually saying the words, Elthina has ordered him to shut up, forever, and he’s going to have to start all over again from scratch. Find some other way to bring Meredith down.


Elthina: Of course not. Young men, would you show the first enchanter back to the Circle? Gently, if you please.


Two things are noteworthy here. The first is that Orsino is not simply dismissed, rather he is effectively arrested: the Templars are returning a mage to his proper place in the Circle. He should not, really, be seen in the streets at all.


The second is that Elthina knows the Templars will not be gentle unless she specifically orders them to be. That means that she knows they will not be gentle once they are safely ensconced in the Circle. Templars are not gentle with mages. That is as it should be. But all of this should be occurring in the Gallows, not here. She is asserting both Chantry authority and Chantry propriety.

Meredith: Your Grace! He should be clapped in irons, made an example – !


Meredith, afflicted with red lyrium, is slipping. She doesn’t get it. She has been better at this in the past – an able partner for Grand Cleric Elthina. Her threat to Marlowe Dumar came in the form of a gift:


Meredith’s message was clear: Remember who holds power in Kirkwall. To drive home her point, she present Marlowe with a small carven ivory box at his coronation. The box contained the Threnhold signet ring, misshapen, and crusted with blood. On the inside of the lid were written the words ‘His fate need not be yours’.

World of Thedas II


No shouting in public, no direct threats, and something that the Viscount could not easily bring forth as evidence without revealing himself to be a Chantry puppet. Nice and clean. Just as it should be.


Meredith has been torturing the Kirkwall mages for years. As far as we know, Elthina has never stepped in to protect them. She’s done nothing to stop Meredith from making mages Tranquil, from locking them in their cells, from having her minions beat them or do anything else to them she pleases. Elthina does not care if Meredith has Orsino clapped in irons. She does care that she not announce she is going to do that in public. Do that, and Orsino looks right. The mage can never be allowed to be right, because if he is right then the Chantry is wrong.


Elthina: That’s enough, Meredith. This demeans us all, surely you can see that? Go back to the Gallows and calm down, like a good girl.


Here Elthina is finally forced to address Meredith. She hasn’t wanted to. She hasn’t wanted to diminish Meredith’s power. Meredith has ranted, and Elthina has crushed Orsino in response. But now Orsino is being hauled away, and Meredith is still talking. Since she’s not taking the hint, Elthina has to be blunt.


‘This demeans us all, surely you can see that?’ You can see the plea there. Elthina doesn’t understand what’s happening to Meredith any more than anyone else does. Meredith has always understood. She’s had Kirkwall under her control for more than a decade, and while people could hate her, no one could touch her. She never made these kind of mistakes.


But now Meredith can’t see her ally of many years here. She just sees a threat. Someone who is keeping her from doing the things she wants to do. It takes a battle of wills to get her to go. Nevertheless, unlike Orsino, she is permitted to leave under her own power.


Elthina has successfully reminded the people of Kirkwall of the pecking order: herself at the top, Meredith next, the Templar escort below that – and Orsino, their prisoner, at the bottom.


Elthina: Gentle people of Kirkwall … return to your homes, I implore you. This will not be solved today.


Of course, Elthina has just made damn sure that it won’t be solved today. Now, Meredith is a big problem. Unless you’ve got Zevran waiting behind a pillar with a very sharp knife, it’s probably not something that can be solved in a single day anyway. But Orsino’s purpose here was to spur people to action. To get the nobles to think and to talk. To begin taking the steps necessary to get rid of Meredith and install a true Viscount.


They’re going to need money. And an army. And a candidate. And a plan. They need to get started on this.


Note that Elthina is the only person in the city who benefits entirely from the status quo. The mages, obviously, are suffering terribly. Meredith, increasingly paranoid, needs to remove them and any other perceived threats to her position.


But Elthina? Elthina is exactly where she wants to be. She is managing a city in perpetual crisis. She is claiming to be a voice of reason and moderation. She is using ‘diplomacy’ on those who either have to obey her orders or outright rebel. She is earning unwarranted respect by ‘managing’ this situation. Where Viscount Dumar was stressed by the unrest in his city – because whatever his failings as a leader he did genuinely care – Grand Cleric Elthina is in her element.


This is what she wanted, and failed to get, from the Qunari presence: ongoing tension that would bolster her position and increase her reputation, but which is contained to groups she can control.


So Elthina is sending the nobles home. She does not want them to accomplish anything. She wants to keep things exactly as they are.


In The Last Straw Orsino is attempting to reach the Grand Cleric. She remains, as established here, the greatest power in Kirkwall. Tragically, he still believes his can move her to help him. She’s never going to help him. She’s never going to help anyone in Kirkwall but herself.


It is only the destruction of the Chantry and the death of Elthina that allows Kirkwall to escape.

Something Unspoken Part 2

You guys, Part 1 is my most popular post so I have to say than you so much for the feedback it means the world to me. I hope you guys like part 2 just as much, and let me know if I should make a third, and most likely final part!

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Something Unspoken Part 2

I have to wait a few days before I can see what Peter has planned for our date. The day after our little encounter we had to speak with the Nova Corps about another mission which takes about a week before we’re finished, and even after we take a few more to ourselves; our energy completely wiped from the consecutive fighting. I had to get involved at one point, fighting off a band of rouge officers that had been a larger group than expected meant Peter had to reluctantly hand me a gun in the middle of battle. I still remember the look on his face as he opened the secret door underneath the hull of the Milano as he came to fetch me.

“We need every person we can get out there. Can you do it?” I remember him asking.

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“how come you can never see a leopard gecko’s teeth? do they even have any?”

here’s the thing: the teef of ground-dwelling gecks like leos and fat-tails are way, way smaller than those of their sticky-footed cousins, to the point where they barely protrude past the lip line. that’s why you don’t notice them. but rest assured, they do have teeth. and lots of ‘em! 

here’s an example on a leo:

you have to look kinda hard for the teeth, but yup, they’re clearly there on the lower jaw.

if you’re having trouble finding them, here they are with the contrast turned up a bit.

Shattered

Because I seem to like to torture myself with the angst that is Remus Lupin and Sirius Black … More of Remus never thinking their relationship is meant to be and letting it ruin them.

Part one of two.

Warning: Mention of Abuse and Violence

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  • He can feel how tight his knuckles are and how the skin stretches
  • Strained by the tensing of his muscles and the way his fists curl
  • He’s trying not to keep his eyes so tight
  • Reminding himself over and over and over again that this is what he wanted
  • This is what he asked for
  • And although he hadn’t pictured it
  • Hadn’t let his mind wander that far
  • He couldn’t get it out of his head anymore
  • And he was trying so hard not to break glass
  • Not to rip pages from books and tear apart the room and ram his fist off the stone wall until his knuckles bled
  • Until he hurt outside more than he hurt inside
  • But then the dorm room door slams open and he doesn’t want to punch walls
  • Doesn’t want to blindly ram his fists off things until his arms are heavy and his heart is weak and his head is weary
  • He just wants to scream
  • ‘You asked for this you know’

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♕ - competing for the same prize (w/ chef!jin)

The annual cooking competition (friendly one, you should add) among the few top restaurants in Seoul had been something you were looking forward to the moment you joined the team under Seokjin’s guidance. It was an experience yet to be experienced, adrenaline aching to be felt, an exposure worth dying for finally there was an opening for you to participate.

Seokjin had given you a head’s up that no matter how friendly a person could be, once it’s in the vicinity of battling for a title that could boost up sales and names of restaurants that just need the publicity, the chances of this being as friendly as you thought it would might have a different outcome. However, when Seokjin sees how you’re already accustom to everyone around you in your station, when the buzzer goes off, his eyes can barely follow your figure as you move around to get cooking.

He spends a good five minutes watching you before he meets with your gaze. His station is somewhere on the other end, but he has a good angle to check on you if he wanted to (by coincidence, he said). Upon locking eyes, you can’t help but chuckle and set your pan down, patting your hands on your apron before you ask him to get cooking! You’re wasting time!

It’s not wasting time if it means looking at you.

With a slight threaten to throw the onion you have in your hand, he relents and starts on his dish (mainly because he knows if he doesn’t, you won’t budge and as a newbie, wasting a single minute is crucial so Seokjin gets a move on).

An hour is timeless in an industry that requires you to utilize every second you can get because the buzzer goes off the same time you place the finishing touch to your dish. The tasting period goes on forever and it’s so torturous and nerve wrecking to see your dish being eaten from the sidelines. Seokjin has been through this process so many times but being here with you reminds him of his first and yeah, it’s kind of a big deal.

However, when his name is being echoed through the intercom as one of the few to proceed to the next round, he’s unsure if he wants to turn his face to see your reaction. More so when he hears your name being called out to those who fell short in terms of almost having a chance but there was simply something missing to compete with those who went through. The squeeze on his hand is what gets him to man up and face you, knowing how much this meant to you, he pulls you towards him gently but he doesn’t know where to begin.

“Y-Y/N… I know how important this is to you and I’m sor-”

“Are you kidding me?”

Seokjin feels like he should’ve pulled his lip over his head and shut it. He gulps and he’s squeezing your hand, anxiously waiting for you to say something or… nothing at all but either one he’s still counting on the hands of time to push you forward and wow, like it’s ever - “This was amazing!”

His reaction is priceless: eyes widening (like they weren’t big enough already), jaw dropping and breathing stuttering. Yours, relieving: lines along your cheeks as you laugh, eyes crinkling up to mini crescents that blooms the moon in his chest he can breathe properly now.

“W-What?”

“They said my name! My first time and they called my name!”

“But you-”

“I don’t care about winning!” You throw his hand to the side, only to grip his shoulders, “All I ever wanted was to be noticed and they did! This is great!”

“…so you’re not sad you didn’t get to proceed to the next round?”

“Eh, it sucks. But there’s always next year. You on the other hand,” He yelps when you yank him down, hands lined by your hips for leverage but it doesn’t prepare him for the way you kiss the air out of his lungs and pull back with a smile so heartwarming it feels like its going to combust.

“Get in there and win that title.”

((”…did that rookie just kiss kim seokjin?”

“…that rookie is his girlfriend, dude,”

“she must’ve saved a kingdom in her past life,”

“i’m pretty sure i had to save five to match up with what she did,”

“are you kiddi-oh my god, chef kim!”

//

“i’m pretty sure they hate me now,”

“good. all the more i can put pressure on them,”

“…jin,”

“i mean… what a great way to bond.”))

I’d really like to see Eris get some character development in the future. I really don’t think he is as awful as we have initially been made to believe. Don’t get me wrong, Eris is FAR from perfect and has done some truly awful things, but I don’t think he is pure evil.

What got me thinking about this initially was when he says to Mor “I wouldn’t have touched you. But when you fucked that other bastard-
I knew why you did it. So I gave you your freedom”.
I don’t think there would be anything for him to gain by lying about that. I don’t doubt that Mor would not have been happy living in the Autumn court, but I don’t think it would had been a direct result of Eris.

(I also think that Eris would make a much better High Lord than Beron, although I know that’s not too difficult.)

He actively tries to reign in his brothers. There are a few instances in which Beron should reprimand them, but since he encourages such behaviours, he says nothing. Eris is the one who tells them to shut up when they step out of line. “Their father didnt bother to check them.
But Eris did.”

You can tell that Eris actually cares about Lucien. He mentioned how he allowed Lucien to escape the Autumn court. He is probably not hostile towards Lucien because he is the youngest son and therefore not a real threat. “As Eris strode by… I could have sworn there was something like sadness- like regret, as he glanced at Lucien.”

All I’m saying is that Eris has great potential and I would really love to see how he progresses as a character.

Satan and Me, Natan. T, All of the Feels™

Summary: She loves him, and he’s gone and got her dead.. Natan. 1600 words.

(the last update fucked me up and i need them to be okay)


He’s failed her.

She told him she loved him – loved him, how long has it been since someone loved him – and now she’s dead, all because of him. Dead and in Hell, and there’s nothing, no one, who can bring her back.

“I’m sorry, kid,” he says, over and over. She deserves better than this, better than him, god, she’s just a girl…

Then Death shows up, and strikes a bargain.


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THE BIG LEBOWSKI sentence starters

❛     i had a rough night and i hate the fucking eagles, man    ❜   

❛     shut the fuck up, _____     ❜  

❛     _____, you’re out of your element     ❜  

❛     yeah well, that’s just like.. you’re opinion, man     ❜  

❛     am i the only one who gives a shit about the rules?!     ❜   

❛     you’re entering a world of pain     ❜  

❛     hey, careful man, there’s a beverage here     ❜  

❛     no you’re not wrong _____, you’re just an asshole     ❜  

❛     yeah man, it really tied the room together     ❜   

❛     this aggression will not stand, man     ❜  

❛     has the whole world gone crazy?!     ❜  

❛     you want a toe? i can get you a toe, believe me.     ❜  

❛     hell, i can get you a toe by 3 o’clock this afternoon.. with nail polish      ❜  

❛     calmer than you are..     ❜  

❛     goodnight, sweet prince     ❜  

❛     at least i’m housebroken     ❜  

❛     we want the money, _____     ❜  

❛     my only hope is that _____  kills me before _____  can cut my dick off      ❜ 

❛     you human paraquat!     ❜  

❛     sooner or later you’re going to have to face the fact that you’re a moron    ❜ 

❛     i don’t need your sympathy, i need my johnson     ❜    

❛     what do you need that for, _____?     ❜  

❛     i am the walrus     ❜  

❛     we fucked it up!     ❜  

❛     you got that right, no-one fucks with the jesus     ❜  

❛     this is what happens when you fuck a stranger in the ass     ❜  

❛     we dropped off the money     ❜  

❛     she kidnapped herself     ❜  

❛     fuck it, _____.. let’s go bowling    ❜  

❛     mark it as zero     ❜  

❛     they’re gonna kill that poor woman, man!     ❜  

❛     obviously you’re not a golfer     ❜  

❛     i’m sorry, i wasn’t listening     ❜  

❛     _____ just wanted his rug back..     ❜  

❛     i’m _____, so that’s what you call me     ❜  

My Hero

We’ve Got A Fic For That Challenge by @whispersandwhiskerburn

“I’m no hero. I’m just a bad guy who gets paid to fuck up worse guys.” -Marvel, Deadpool

Pairing: Dean x Reader 

Word Count: 1,768

Summary: The reader gets kidnapped and Dean has to babysit her until the ransom is paid.


Well, today definitely didn’t go as planned. 

You thought you’d get up, do some boring errands then go back home to grade papers.

Yet here you are being held fucking hostage. You have no clue why or who these people are. All you know is that one minute you’re putting groceries into your car and the next someone is pulling a bag over your head.

You have no concept of time but it feels like you’ve been here for hours. You’re thirsty, hungry and your hands are going numb from the handcuffs.

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Behind The Scenes 3 (6/???)

Author’s note: Okay so… I just couldn’t wait to post this part. This scene is probably one of my favorites and I feel its different from what I’ve written before. I’m nervous about it, but I just want to get it out there. It’d be nice to get some feedback from you all. I accept all the constructive criticism I can get because I am still trying really hard to make my writing better for this series. Again, sorry for any errors and sorry for any cultural/environmental inaccuracies.

Genre: Action / Friendship fluff (ft. GOT7′s Jackson)

Word count: 4165 (I think this is the longest I’ve made a scene so far!)

City: Hong Kong (Last day)

WARNINGS: Guns (If that should really be a warning??? idk really)

Summary: Rap monster and Jackson handle their deal while Y/n stays behind with maknaes in the hotel.

Other parts: HERE

This is my GIF. I made it based off of this scenario series.


RM POV

“Oh, he’s right there!” He told Hiro, pointing to the dark street corner. After what felt like hours of navigating Hong Kong, they finally found Jackson to pick him up for the deal.

There, in the dark stood Jackson in black clothes, sunglasses and a face mask. The only thing that distinguished him from the dark time of night was the bright yellow beanie he was wearing, a signal that it really was him.

Hiro pulled the van right up to Jackson and Rap monster took the liberty to slide the door open for his “friend”.

“Finally you guys are here!” Jackson grunted as he pulled himself into the warm van, taking a seat next to Rap monster in the back.

“Well, it’s not like we’re from here!” he retorted. “Hey, your guys know the new plan, right?” He knew he had to double check Jackson all the time. After all these years, he knew Jackson too well.

Jackson may have had his face hidden, but by his tone Rap monster knew he was right to double check. “Uuuuuhhh, yeah! They are like so ready for the new plan! Just let me, uh, let me give them a call!” Jackson said with a hint of panic.

Behind his own sunglasses, Rap monster glared at Jackson who was fumbling for his phone to make the call. Of course, when he finally got the number right, Jackson babbled away in Chinese. The multilingual fuck always made up his plans in Chinese. Despite all his attempts, Rap monster could never grasp the language and always resented the fact that Jackson would use it in front of him constantly. “This is why shit always blows up in his face.” Rap monster thought to himself. “Cuz I don’t have a chance to save his impulsive ass. One of these days though… one of these motherfucking days he’s gonna regret ever breaking off from me and starting his own shit… I’ll take back what’s mine! I just gotta be patient…”.

“Yeah… Bye.” Jackson said hanging up the phone. He turned to Rap monster. “Ok, the plans are still good and they know what they gotta do. The vans are all ready to go. Do your Taipei guys have the boat ready?”

“Pft. Since yesterday.” He assured in a believably friendly manner. “They got the house ready to hold all the shit and I meet the buyer on my last day there.”

Jackson chuckled out of relief, so far things seemed to be going just as Rap monster had planned. He still felt a bit nervous and rummaged through his pockets again.

“Bro, don’t be pulling any on the Cantonese shit on me at the deal. I need to know what the fuck is going on.” Rap monster lectured.

Jackson pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. “Bruh, no worries, that old fuck knows English.” He mumbled as he tried to light the cigarette he was holding between his lips.

Rap monster scoffed at him playfully. “You need to stop smoking that shit. That’s why you sound like a grandpa when you rap!”

“Ha, fuck you! I just need to calm down real quick.” Tobacco smoke soon filled the van and Jackson was quick to simmer down. “But seriously though, this last minute plan of yours better work out. Sheesh! And I thought I was the impulsive one here.” He smirked letting smoke slowly escape his mouth.

“Don’t worry, it will.”

“Yeah sure… Just don’t forget, with this guy I changed my name to ‘Huang’. I told him you were ‘Minseok’.”

Y/N POV

“My poor skin!” Jimin cried as he examined his face in the mirror. “This tour is barely starting and it’s already starting to take its toll on my face!”

“Why don’t you use the skin stuff Jackson gave you?” V suggested as he sprawled his limb across the empty bed.

“Oh yeah!” Jimin ran over to the dresser by his bed and pulled out the large box of skin care products. “Fuck! Just by holding this I can remember the ton of shit that’s in here!”

Curiously grew within you and you left your bed to Jimin’s to see what was his gift box.

Jimin carefully opened his box to find that it was packed with all types of elegantly packaged face masks, serums, and cleansers.

You came behind him to take a closer peek at his gifts, “Oh my gosh! You got those sea algae face masks?!? I heard those are amazing!” you squealed.

Jimin pulled out that box you were screaming about. As if it were a precious artifact, he slowly opened it to find that there were ten masks inside.  “Oh gosh, I fucking love Jackson right now!”

“You’re so lucky!”

“Do you wanna try this stuff out?” He offered.

“No, it’s alright. It’s your stuff.”

“No, try it with me!” Jimin insisted. “I don’t wanna be the only one looking stupid with all this on my face.”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Ok fine, but only since you insist.”

“Let me try too!” V cried, trying to take the box from Jimin.

Jimin was fast and pulled everything away from the tall boy. “No! Do aegyo first and then I’ll think about it.”

V huffed and pouted, but soon broke out into a spasm of cuteness. For a good three minutes he spoke in a complete baby voice, throwing finger hearts and “oppa” and “saranghae” every chance he could. He would have gone longer, but Jimin couldn’t keep himself from laughing.

“Jungkook! Do you wanna do this too?” Jimin called out so that Jungkook could hear him from the other side of the room.

“Nah, I’m good.” Jungkook said from your bed, too mesmerized from the fishes in the tank to care about what you guys were talking about.

“C’mon it’ll be fun!”

“It’s okay.”

“Bitch! Listen to your hyung and get that cute ass of yours over here and do these fucking facials with us!” Jimin shouted.

You and V couldn’t hold back the giggles when Jungkook shuffled his way across the room to the three of you.

RM POV

The van stopped at the corner of an abandoned warehouse. “Warehouses. It’s always damn warehouses with these people.” Rap monster said under his breath. As he slipped his face mask on, he leaned forward to Hiro. “Keep the van on and be ready. We’ll run back here so we can drive off.”

Hiro nodded, accepting his order.

Rap monster and Jackson got off the van and began the rather lengthy walk to the to the warehouse. From a distance, he could see a guy with a gun standing outside the door looking every which way. When said guy spotted the two of them, he immediately pointed his gun at them.

“Woah, woah!” Jackson squealed. He and Rap monster instantly threw their hands up in the air and walked in a slower, more cautious pace. “We are here to see the big guy! We have an appointment.”

The guard put his gun down and walked up to them both. “Mandatory pat down.” he grunted with a noticeable accent. He stepped up to Jackson first, patting him down practically from head to toe.

Jackson giggled when the guard began patting below the waist. “Hey! Watch what you’re touching down there! You gotta be careful, I kinda liked it!” He snickered.

“Shut up!” the guard barked as he moved over to Rap monster.

Without warning, Rap monster felt a pair of hands slap down on his shoulders and proceed to slap over the rest of his body. The pat down seemed to become more thorough where his pants began. “Damn, Jackson was right, this guy is handsy.”

“You’re both clean.” The guard concluded, letting Rap monster and Jackson into the warehouse.

Inside, the entire place was just one huge, dimly-lit room. There were at least 40 large crates that lined the sides of the small warehouse. Above the crates were metal ledges that also lined that walls of the warehouse. To no surprise, guards were posted to look over the crates and over all who were in the warehouse. As they walked to the other end of the warehouse, Rap monster counted about 20 of these guards. In plain sight, the spot where they were walking to, was a single desk with an older and heavy set man sitting behind it. Behind that man was another line up of 6 guards.

“Ah, Huang!” The man’s voice boomed. “Nice to finally have you… and this must be that friend of yours you’ve told me so much about!” He said as he scanned Rap monster from top to bottom.

Y/N POV

With the convenience of the two sinks in the bathroom, the four of you were able to take turns and not be in each other’s way.

First, was the normal face wash. The luxurious cream was so gentle on your skin. You could feel your skin glowing by just coming into contact with it. Next came the exfoliating scrub. You and Jimin oohed and awed at sensations coming from the scrub and the two of you laughed as V and Jungkook kept getting stuff in their eyes because they were scrubbing so vigorously. When it came time to rinse your faces, they also kept goofing off and splashing water at each other.

Next was the fun part. Jimin brought out one of the many containers of a bubble mask cream from the box. You all quickly put on a thick layer, Jungkook and V being savages and using their finger to scoop out the product. “You guys are so lucky that I have more of this shit! If you ever do that again I will cut your fingers off!” Jimin playfully threatening. After the round of laughs you all watched as everyone’s faces fizzed up into a cloud of bubbles.

“Oh shit! You can barely see my eyes!” Jimin shrieked out of excitement.

“Guys! I did it! I’ve finally achieved my life goal of being a cloud!” V shouted.

“I don’t wanna move my face.” Jungkook muttered softly, his face as still as stone. “It tickles too much and I don’t want the bubbles to break off!”

“Bubble pop!… Bubble bubble bubble pop! Bubble bubble pop pop!” you sang as you lightly touched the foam on your face.

RM POV

Still shielded by his sunglasses, Rap monster glared at the old fuck as he got up from the desk, revealing a gun at his hip. The man steadied himself and limped his way up to them.

“So Huang, you think I’m going to let just anyone in on this gun deal?!? You yourself begged me for months!” His voice croaked.

“Mr. Wu, you can trust him. Minseok has good business in Korea and his drug influence is growing in Japan and the southeastern countries. Allow us to work with you to let you in on our drug trade as well. You’ll have nothing to lose.” Jackson insisted.

The gun dealer continued to scan Rap monster. Rap monster could feel himself getting impatient over the fact that “Mr. Wu” never got to the damn point and Jackson’s gang here in Hong Kong never busted this deal as planned. “Just go with whatever is going on.” He told himself.

“Both of you, take that shit off your face.” Mr. Wu ordered.

Without hesitation, Rap monster and Jackson did were they were told and removed their glasses and face masks to reveal their bare faces.

“Look at you two! Just a bunch of little fucking kids! What do either of you know about this shit?!? Why should I, a man of experience, just make a deal with the likes of you two?!?”

Both he and Jackson stared at the wall across them and Mr. Wu went about his little rant.

“Now, Huang, with you… I think I can trust you, but you’re fucking annoying. This shows that you are loyal in some sense I guess. However, this only makes me question how loyal you are to Minseok…” Mr. Wu then got in Rap monster’s face. “And you! I know nothing of how you are!”

Rap monster fought every urge to push the old man off him. Instead, he stood still, staring straight forward and holding his breath to not breathe in the disgusting smell coming out of Mr. Wu’s mouth.

After a few more thrown comments, Mr. Wu finally reached a conclusion. “I’ll let Minseok in on this deal, but he has to do one thing first.”

“And what is that?” Rap monster asked in a normal tone.

The man limped to the back of his desk and pulled open the loudest, most squeaky drawer in all of Hong Kong. From the drawer, he pulled out a handgun and a single bullet and loaded it into the chamber. “All you gotta do is shoot Huang.”

“What?!?” Jackson exploded. “What the fuck is going on here you old sack of shit?!? We had a fucking deal!” He shouted as he charged at Mr. Wu.

Before Jackson could make contact, one of Wu’s henchmen pointed his gun at Jackson and shot at him. The bullet missed, but the sound alone was enough to scare Jackson back into place.

“You know what?!? Fuck you!” Jackson shouted again. He grabbed Rap monster’s sleeve and pulled him toward the exit. “C’mon, let’s just go!”

Rap monster pulled his arm back and freed himself of Jackson’s grasp. “No!”

Jackson turned back at him in shock.

With no expression on his face, he turned back to Mr. Wu and calmly said. “I’ll do it.”

Y/N POV

Now it was finally time to use the face mask you were so excited about. You held back a smile as you all squeezed on to Jimin and V’s bed and laid down as if you were all squeezed into a can of sardines. V shoved the decorative pillows onto the floor to make room for the four of you. From the head board to the foot of the bed, you all laid in order from tallest to shortest.

“Ah, now it is time to let these masks work their magic.” Jimin sounded so relaxed.

“Y/n, what was Chuntao like?” V asked from the other side of the matress. “She was with you backstage last night, right?”

“I thought I saw her front row.” Jungkook said.

“The first night she was in the crowd, but last night she was in the back with me.” You clarified. “Hm, she was rather on the quiet side… She was polite, but not exactly in a very genuine way. The only time she was vocal and involved was when you guys were there.”

“She sounds like a bitch.” Jimin said flat out.

“I don’t know her. I can’t say that about her… Maybe she’s just shy.” You said.

“Nah, she’s a bitch, even Jin thinks so.” Jungkook said. “He said that her personality changes depending on whoever is around her. When he saw her talking to staff, she was practically yelling at them, but around us she tries to be really innocent.”

“Hhhmm, they seem perfect for each other!” V laughed.

Jimin and Jungkook laughed along too, except you. Even though Chuntao might not have been the nicest person, she doesn’t deserve to die. “She only has till tomorrow…” you thought.

RM POV

Jackson struggled as he was held in place by two of Wu’s henchmen. Rap monster stood a few feet in front of him, the loaded gun already in his hand.

“Dude, don’t do it! Think of our friendship man! You’ve saved my ass so many fucking times! I covered for you anytime you got into some deep shit! I’ve always had your back no matter what! C’mon don’t do this!” Jackson begged.

Wu stood behind Rap monster with a smile on his face. “Go ahead Minseok, pull the trigger. I get new territory with you and you get new product from me. There is no need to involve Huang, he doesn’t bring any benefit to either of us.”

Rap monster weighed his options. “Jackson’s guys never got here and Mr. Wu is right, if I shoot Jackson, I won’t make the deal in Taipei, but I’ll get new deals in the future. If Jackson’s guys do get here and things go down well, we take the guns, sell them, and take a jab at Wu’s gun ring. In that plan, Jackson and I still get something out of it…. No matter what I do, I get something…” he thought.  Without hesitation, he lifted the gun and pointed it at Jackson’s head.

“Do it!” Wu whispered into his ear.

“No! Don’t fucking do it!” Jackson cried. Jackson’s face was filled with fear. Rap monster enjoyed this. He enjoyed seeing Jackson’s struggles and hearing his shrill voice echo through the warehouse. Jackson’s cries were not enough to fully repay his revenge, but something was better than nothing. As long as he was the one to put an end to Jackson, that was what mattered.

“Bye Huang.” Rap monster said as his finger made a slow journey to the trigger.

Just as he was about to pull it, the sound of shattering glass startled everyone. A tin bottle rolled on the floor and soon a cloud of thick smoke began to fill the warehouse. More cans rained in through the windows and the warehouse was quickly flooding with smoke.

“It’s about damn time!” Rap monster said under his breathe. He turned around to Wu just as more more smoke began to conceal everything. Before his new target could be concealed, he pulled the trigger and heard old Chinese man’s body land on the ground with a hard thud.

From the moment he pulled the trigger, he was surrounded by an orchestra of gunshots, footsteps and yelling. Instinctively, he fell to the ground to take cover. He crawled to Wu’s body, taking the gun from his hip. He looked up and all he could see were the sporadic flashes of gun fire. He stayed still, listening out for Jackson. Over the gun shots he could hear Jackson’s voice screaming out in Chinese, but after a few words he heard nothing.

He felt a heavy weight crunch down his leg. Soon the person that stepped on him, tripped over him and fell to the ground. “Shit!” he thought. Quickly, he cocked the gun and shot the guy before he could even turn to see him.

Rap monster shot up from the ground and ran to the direction of the walls to take cover behind the crates for some cover, all the while sending some bullets of his own into the open space. In the process of it all, he felt a burning sensation on his left arm. “Motherfucker!” He shouted. He hid behind one of the large crates and waited.

Not even a minute later a van crashed through the front doors of the warehouse. The tires screeched and the van came to a halt. It unloaded 20 more guys in smoke masks and guns shooting in all directions.

Rap monster decided to be smart and so he stayed put. With all the smoke still hanging in the air, they could mistake him for one of Wu’s guys. The pain in his arm didn’t feel so bad but then again, he was running on adrenaline. He looked down at his arm and thankfully it was only a graze of the bullet.

Y/N POV

“This mask smells good. It’s actually making me hungry.” V groaned.

“Me too.” Jungkook added. “Let’s eat something!”

“I don’t feel like going anywhere though.” Jimin whined.

“Ooh! We can get room service then!” V suggested.

Jungkook sat up and removed his mask. “I’ll call!”

Jimin gasped over the fact that Jungkook removed such an expensive mask so soon. “Give me that!” Jimin shouted, ripping it out of Jungkook’s hands and rubbing the remaining residue on his neck, arms, and hands. “This shit is too good to waste.” He grumbled.

Jungkook stared at Jimin as if he were a mad man. “…Ok… Well I want a burger. Tae what do you want?” he asked, pointing at V.

“Steak!”

Jungkook’s finger moved over to Jimin. “Jimin?”

“Fish!”

Then his finger pointed at you. “My fake jagi?”

“…Chicken?…” you were a bit hesitant about getting room service with them, but then again, you didn’t want to bring down the mood either.

Jungkook got up and went to the phone, finishing the order in a few minutes. “Ok, they said it will be done in 15-20 minutes.” He walked over to your shared bed and grabbed the laptop Jackson gave him. Then he grabbed some sodas from the mini-fridge and passed them to the three of you. “Time for some Netflix!”

Again, you all bunched up on the bed and sat around the laptop. It took a while to decide on what to watch. Most of the time was spent on each of you trying to convince the rest to choose what you wanted to see. By the time the food was brought up to the room, you all still hadn’t come to a conclusion. However, a very sneaky V utilized the food as his distraction and put the movie “Finding Dory” while the rest of you were too busy getting your food off the cart.

RM POV

Eventually all the smoke cleared and the shots soon died off. Now it was safe for him to come out. Rap monster moved away from the crate, gripping onto his arm. The view before him was dozens of bodies dropped in pools of blood while Jackson miraculously stood injury free in front of his crew and threw orders at his remaining men to load all the crates into the other vans driving in.

“Wang!” He called out as he walked closer.

Jackson looked over at him and instantly his face filled with rage. “You were gonna fucking kill me!” he screamed. He grabbed the gun from the guy standing in front of him and shot at Rap monster without even thinking. Unfortunately for Jackson, there was only one bullet left, but that didn’t stop him from still trying to shoot it. He was in too much of a rage to notice it at first.

As for Rap monster’s “luck”, the single bullet shot into his left arm yet again. It definitely wasn’t just a graze this time and he could feel an immense wave of pain in his arm. Heat radiated on his left side and he immediately screamed out in pain. He fell to his knees and brought his other arm up, pointing his gun at Jackson. Jackson’s men quickly encircled him, making a wall between he and Jackson and they pointed their guns right on him. In an act of stubbornness, he took his finger off the trigger but still kept it pointed at his fellow idol/drug dealer. “I was only playing along you stupid fuck!” he lied. “I was never going to actually kill you.”

Jackson seemed skeptical. “Really?” he asked cautiously.

“Yes!” Rap monster lied again. To make a point, he put his gun down on the floor and slid it away, his good arm going back to pressing down on his wound. Blood oozed down his arm, creating a little puddle of its own right next to his knee. “Jackson, I was never gonna fucking do it.” He let his face drop and he brought his voice down to an exhausted huff. He did anything to make it seem as if he were actually genuine about it all. “I wasn’t gonna turn my back on you like that.”

Jackson signaled his men to put their guns down only after grabbing a new gun off of one of them. His men did as instructed and went about loading the vans with the crates of guns. Jackson walked up to him and looked down at him still with a hint of uncertainty. He kept his finger on the trigger just in case Rap monster tried to pull anything. “I honestly thought you were gonna fucking kill me!” his voice cracked a bit.

“Bro, I wasn’t! What would I get out of it? If I did I wouldn’t be able to take him down on my own and I wouldn’t have my best friend anymore. Not to mention, he was probably gonna take me out once I got rid of you.” He ended with a small chuckle, something to lighten the mood. On the inside however, Rap monster hated this moment. Although he was being smart and faking it all, he hated that he looked so weak. This whole situation should be the other way around and he vowed that he would make that happen.

A small smile broke out on Jackson’s face. “You gotta stop being such a good actor you piece of shit!” He laughed as he pulled Rap monster up.

Relief consumed him and now he was in the clear once again. “Now get back to the fucking hotel so I can get to Minho!”.


This was something really different for me to write. As mentioned before I would greatly appreciate any constructive criticism and feedback. ^-^ (Also, now I really kinda want to do a Jackson spin off…)

What Your Fave BNHA Character Says About You:

I got quite some asks a while ago about “What does my fave say about me???” and I wanna answer all of them and also no new chapter which is crushing:

Class 1-A: Alphabetized

Aoyama Yuuga: you have horrible self-esteem issues and cover it up by attracting attention to yourself because you want the attention but have absolutely no idea what to do with it once you have it

Ashido Mina: a loud passionate person with a fondness for dress-up (everyday wear or costumes, it doesn’t matter) and people are shocked to find out your level of nerdiness because like… “you don’t look like a nerd…”

Bakugou Katsuki: a spitfire on the inside and sometimes on the outside. You spicy af and people tell you to tone it down. Was a genius in middle school but then found out about everyone else catching up. Has a SUPER fear of failure.

Hagakure Tooru: A cute little flower who blends into the background but never fear, all that gossip is here! People forget you a lot, but you’re used to it. Gotta keep that positive attitude!!!!

Iida Tenya: People tell you you’re weird a lot and they also tell you you’re annoying but you’re just trying to help. Smart af when it comes to what you know, but pretty clueless otherwise.

Jirou Kyouka: You have that one piece of clothing you love dearly and have owned for years and people are shocked to see you whenever you’re not wearing it. Actual music hoe. *takes out one earbud* whut

Kaminari Denki: Admit it you’re an irl troll face but deep down you’re actually the rarest of pepes. Just wants to be loved by friends but you also want a date to prom so jokingly-for-real ask people out on dates. It hasn’t really worked.

Kirishima Eijirou: You love The Gays™ or are irl gay yourself. You’re an actual cinnamon roll but you’re hella burnt on the inside so you’ve got a spine of steel. You love your friends and aren’t afraid to say it. HUGS FOR EVERYONE

Kouda Kouji: You little animal lover you~ <3 ! Shy and sweet, people tell you that you don’t talk much but you’re just anxious. Will talk about your passions until you pass out but if it’s in front of strangers then NO THANKS

Midoriya Izuku: Actual cinnamon roll just trying your best, you’re smart with what you’re passionate about but that also makes you a giant nerd. You have that one weird little quirk that nobody understands so you hide it a lot. 

Mineta Minoru: You’re goofy and the squad clown but also naive af. Might not be noticeable on the outside but UR A SINNER HARRY. You read way too much fanfiction because actual porn feels weird/ is too much

Ojiro Mashirao: You like to stick to the background but you also want people to notice when you’ve achieved something so you’re stuck in this cycle of “I want this to look good but also original but not too weird but also cool but also…”

Satou Rikkidou: Your resting bitch face almost has yourself fooled but there’s nothing that can comfort you like food and your best bro can. Is really good at cooking. Part of the “Support Everyone But Forgets Yourself” Squad.

Sero Hanta: You come off as harmless but deep down you’re a disgusting memer waiting for the perfect moment to pun and meme. Your health is important, look at this article you printed off just for your friends’ cringe

Shouji Mezou: You’re quiet at first but hella observant so you can tell the moment to open up and let people see how harmless you are on the inside. Gentle soul who only want the best for others. Will kill/die to protect others.

Todoroki Shouto: You’ve been deeply hurt by someone you looked up to and you know you’re still messed up. You’re trying to grow away from the pain but it’s hard. A little wrapped up in your head, you want to love others again.

Tokoyami Fumikage: You know every word to “Welcome to the Black Parade”. You like really cool, dark and edgy things so your inner emo is Strong™. People tell you that you need to cool your chill and warm up. flip them the bird.

Tsuyu Asui: IRL perfect friend, you are the mom friend/ big sis friend of the group who makes sure everyone stays together and doesn’t do stupid shit. At least, doesn’t do stupid shit without you. Pokèmon was a lifestyle, once.

Uraraka Ochako: Looks innocent on the outside but will punch a guy if they step over that very clear line. Friends and family are to be protected at all costs. You’re so cheap, people laugh but in reality you’re scared to spend money. 

Yaoyorozu Momo: Smart af and pretty too, you’re so used to things coming easily to you that you panic as soon as something seems hard. In group projects you’re the one that does 95% of the work. You’re (kinda) ok with this.

Alright, I covered Class 1-A first, but if your fave isn’t on this list, or you wanna look up your other faves, I left it all under the cut!

BONUS:

All Might/ Toshinori Yagi: Actual cinnamon roll trying their best to be a good guardian and lead those who are lost. Is the actual biggest dork around. Tries to be cool but simply… isn’t. We love you anyways. Pls take care of yourself too.

Eraserhead/ Aizawa Shouta: you’re extra salty in need of a nap and still care about everyone around you but still like to fuck with them to show you care. Is a cat person and feels like you can only get along with other cat people.

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as gay as verkwan and jihan and all that seem at time, does anyone else remember that time in 2013 on seventeen tv where mingming was trying to… kill jun? or something? idk but

this was actually much gayer than anything past debut has ever been

tag yourself i’m the guy with the earbuds not giving a fuck

jun was loving it too i mean look at that he’s having the time of his life

hey mingming, buddy, is there something you wanna talk about?

hOLY SHIT MINGMING

NO ONE EVEN CARES WHAT’S GOING ON, JUST ANOTHER AVERAGE DAY TRAINING TO BE A KPOP IDOL AT PLEDIS AM I RIGHT

MEANWHILE MINGMING IS STRADDLING JUNHUI OKAY COOL

this is probably what every sexually frustrated jun stan now wants to do to him

jesus mingming you can just ask nicely

umm…………

hoshi’s like ‘oh did i just interrupt something?’ YES YOU DID