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The 'No Excuses' Study System to Get That A

I  School Days  1. Show up to class a little early. It’ll give you time to set up, read over some old notes, put your water bottle/thermos on your desk, fill out your planner if you couldn’t in the previous period(s), check your planner to see if you have something on that day etc. 2. Sit in the front or second row. I’m serious, you will definitely benefit. Write detailed class notes. Pick whatever system works for you. I usually write my titles in red pen, notes in black pen, underline points that are repeated/emphasised, highlight keywords at home 3. If you have time at school, do as much homework as you can. If you know you have commitments that day, please for the love of your education do your homework at lunch. I know you might feel awkward, but your friends will understand.  4. When you get home, first list down all the homework received that day on a q card (cross off as you go). Then write the same tasks in your bullet journal, but as a daily spread. Use stayfocusd or self control for mac + leave phone in a different room. FINISH ALL OF YOUR HOMEWORK. If for some reason you couldn’t complete a homework task, write it on a sticky note and place it on your wall. After homework is done, write your revision notes (flashcard the info as well). Place the notes in your accordion folder/binder. If you have some loose sheets at any point, place them in a ‘To Be Filed’ box. Sort that out when you’re packing your bag for the next day. 5. Go through the flashcards made that day and the flashcards made on the previous days.  List out all assignments/assessments on another q card with their due dates. This will come in handy later. 6. Pack your bag the night before. Remember your accordion folder + make sure your ‘To Be Filed’ box is empty. Put water bottle in the fridge and make meals for the next day. 7. The next day, wake up early, complete any unfinished homework, go through flashcards again, read through revision notes, make lunch for the day, put laptop in bag, put food + water in bag, exercise (esp if you have commitments after school), shower, change, blah blah blah. Only do this if your schedule is packed, and in my case, this is a must. II  Weekends 1. On Friday nights, first off, do homework. You will thank yourself for it. Whip out that list of assessments/assignments and allocate half days to knock off at least two of these little assholes. Work ahead, you will feel much better. 2. Do your readings. For English, knock off some wider reading novels, for HSIE, knock off some textbook unit readings (two units ahead), for science, knock off some more textbook readings. Write summaries of each page. Type these summaries. Print these summaries. Place in accordion folder/binder. Flashcard the info. Spend like half a day doing this lmao. 3. Spend 1-2 hours going through the flashcards you made that week for each subject. This counts as studying my friend.  III Weekends When You Actually Have Assessments  1. Due to your working ahead, homework completion and readings, you shouldn’t be panicking too much. Get those revision notes and slot in the textbook readings notes. Highlight, annotate, read aloud, go through flashcards and get someone to test you on the content. Make sure you know all terms, formulae, key concepts, vocabulary etc etc 2. As for assignments, again due to your working ahead just print them out and heavily edit those little asshats. Then type the edits into the doc. Repeat this process four times. Then get someone to read it. Make sure all your assignments are on your USB + email them to yourself because you never fucking know tbh.  3. You’ll probs have to sacrifice your reading time but that’s chill because the teacher/prof will probably be focusing on prepping you for the actual assessment + you gotta do what you gotta do. SUMMARY Seriously, just do your homework the day you receive it, write revision notes, do your readings, write notes on those readings, make flashcards, knock out assignments as soon as you know they actually exist, read every wider reading novel (analyse these novels), read your required readings (analyse this too), go over flashcards every morning/afternoon, make use of spare time in class, do homework at lunch if needed, stick to your schedule, buy coffee/hot chocolate in the mornings and put it in a thermos, keep a necessities pouch in your bag, keep your P.E shoes in your locker, use a planner, track your spending, wash your hair, brush your hair, go to commitments, attend school events, attend events you’re invited to, go shopping, watch movies, be kind to yourself, take bubble baths, light candles, listen to music, SLEEP, get that A and most importantly be proud of yourself. 

Guilty Pleasure (3)

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Description: You and Baekhyun are best friends and you’ve lived together for three years now. It’s no news to you that Baekhyun sleeps around, but you do too…so what happens when he wants to be with someone as experienced as him?

Genre: Smut / Angst / Drama (y’all it’s goin d o w n)

Word Count: 2,071

Pairing: Byun Baekhyun x Reader (feat. Lay)

Author: Admin Xiufairy

Originally posted by peppermintfish

After you stayed at Yixing’s you weren’t supposed to be back until Sunday. However, you made up some sort of excuse so you could go home. The sex wasn’t bad, in fact, it was great, but that did little to calm the war waging between your mind and your heart.

Byun Baekhyun.

The man you had once called your best friend and Byun Baekhyun were now two different people and you just didn’t know what to do. You refused to believe Yixing, however, because it was just impossible.

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Cosa Nostra (Pt. 1)

Summary: You were just a girl who took some odd jobs from the Min Syndicate to make some extra cash. When Min Yoongi himself sends a request for you to come to his mansion, any semblance of your normal life gets thrown out the window. What sort of dangers will face you once you become associated with one of the biggest mob bosses?

Mafia!YoongixReader

Future Angst/Smut/Fluff

Word Count: 1.2k

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Originally posted by bloominflowers

Your name was (Y/F/N), and you worked for the mafia.

Well, you didn’t work for the mafia in the traditional sense, you were merely someone they paid extra cash to go and drop letters or packages off at random locations. For who or what, you didn’t know. They never told you any information other than what you absolutely needed, and to be quite honest you wanted to keep it that way. You didn’t even want to do anything that was connected to illegal practices in the first place, but after accumulating quite a large sum of debt from going to college, you needed all the cash you could get.

You sighed to yourself as you cleaned up the counter of the local coffee shop that you worked at, preparing to close the store for the night. ‘If only this stupid job paid enough to cover the bills, then I wouldn’t have to work for the damn mafia in the first place…’ You thought to yourself, exhaling sharply at the irritation you felt.

Once you felt that the store was properly cleaned and relatively prepared for the start of the next day, you took off the apron you wore and grabbed your things and walked out, locking the front door behind you. The cool night air made you shiver a little bit as you began your lengthy walk back towards your apartment. Your footsteps echoed in the street, which was eerily empty, even if it was late at night. You reached your hand into your bag and grabbed your taser gun that you had bought shortly after you started working for the mafia. Even though you had what was basically the lowest position, you still felt that you needed some kind of protection just in case anyone ever came after you.

It was then that you heard what you thought to be faint footsteps treading softly behind you. Timidly, you looked over your shoulder to see a dark figure of what looked like a man some distance behind you. He was far enough to where you couldn’t guarantee that he was following you, but he was close enough to give you a reason for suspicion.

Your breath hitched a little as you sped up your pace, ‘It’s okay, it’s okay,’ You tried to calm yourself as you continued your route to your apartment, ‘He just happens to be going in the same direction as you, that’s all. At any rate, you’re almost at the apartment.’

When you heard the gentle footsteps speed up, you knew that you weren’t just being paranoid. This man was following you. Your heart was in your throat as you turned around, your stun gun raised toward the man threateningly, “S-Stop right there!” Your voice quavered as you tried to intimidate the mysterious man, “I-I’ve got a taser, and I’m not afraid to use it!”

The man paused for a moment, before continuing his approach toward you but more slowly, his hands raised up in a half-hearted surrender, “Hey hey, there’s no need for that now, I’m not here to hurt you.” Now that he was closer, you could clearly see his face. He was a fairly handsome man with brownish colored hair and dark eyes. His face was slightly longer than your average male, and he couldn’t have been all that much older than you yourself. The smile on his face just screamed for you to trust him, even though you knew good and damn well that was a stupid idea. He probably used that innocent smile for anyone he wanted to trick.

Your grip on your stun gun tightened as you replied curtly, “Who are you? What the hell do you want? Why are you following me?” You were happy that your voice seemed to have found its strength, but the way your legs were trembling reminded you just how scared you were right now.

He cautiously approached you, but almost with a sense of confidence as though he were sure that you weren’t going to pull the trigger, “My name…doesn’t quite matter. What does matter is the message I have to deliver to you. It’s from Min Yoongi.”

The name rung alarms in your brain. From what you had heard from the man who recruited you, that was the name of the leader of the entire organization. The idea of one of the biggest mafia leaders in town sending you a message directly seemed pretty far-fetched, which only made this guy even more suspicious.

“Cut the bullshit, why the hell would a mafia boss ever send me a personal message?” You scoffed at the man, narrowing your eyes, “Unless you have some sort of proof, I suggest you turn around and walk away.”

The man smirked, and if you weren’t so terrified you might have even thought the man looked handsome, “Your name is (Y/F/N), you work at that coffee shop just a few blocks up, and you started working under the Min Syndicate about eight months ago.”

Your blood ran cold. You figured the mafia would do their research on you, but it was terrifying to know that literally any random mafia member could recite your information as though it were their own phone number. Gulping, you said hesitantly, “Y-You could just be a good stalker for all I know…”

Rolling his eyes the man replied, “Well I don’t have much else to prove to you that I was sent here by Mr. Min. He wants you to appear at this address at exactly 6PM three days from now. And believe me, you don’t want to find out what happens if you show up late or stand him up.” He held out a small slip of paper for you to take, which after a moment of staring, you hesitantly took it from him.

He smiled brightly once you took the piece of paper, “Thanks, you made my job that much easier.” He began to walk away, but turned back to you to add, “Oh, yeah, don’t forget to dress nicely. Like, really nice, otherwise he’d probably have your head.” With that, the man walked back down the dimly lit street in the direction that you had just come from, leaving you standing there reeling in shock.

Blinking hard a few times, you unfolded the slip of paper the strange man had handed you. On it was a single address, as he said there would be. You didn’t know where the place was for sure, but given the street name, you knew that it was in the more upscale side of town. You looked back up only to see that the man had long disappeared, leaving you to slowly walk back to your apartment again.

‘What the fuck is going on,’ You thought to yourself as you approached the stairs to your apartment complex, ‘Why would the leader of the ENTIRE Min Syndicate want me to meet him? He’s not gonna kill me…is he?’ You shook your head to yourself, knowing that if the man had wanted you dead he could have very easily made that happened by now.

You entered your apartment, your head spinning with thoughts as to why Min Yoongi was requesting that you show up, and in full glam no less. Sighing, you dump your belongings on your couch and make your way to your bedroom, where you promptly plopped down on the bed. You were too exhausted after the appearance of the mafia and them summoning you to…some sort of gathering. Anxiousness began to settle over you as your tired eyes slowly drifted closed. Whatever this was about, you just wanted it to be over with quickly. You needed to get out of this mafia business as soon as possible.

Love Me Back Part 2

Summary: Y/N is Peter’s best friend and she’s in love with him. She finally admits her feelings to him only to find out he’s in love with someone else

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 1323

A/N: I’m going to write a part 3 to this just so you know!! This part might be a little boring but the story will get better! I loved your feedback from part 1 so I really hope this is somewhat enjoyable and that you like it!! (PS posting from mobile!)

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The masked hero stood on your fire escape, the droplets of rain drenching his suit. Your heart was pounding, and your eyes widened. No words were spoke, you both stood there frozen in silence, except for the soft pitter patter of the rain. Your lips parted, but he spoke first.

“Hi… I’m sorry I bothered you at 2 in the morning, but your light was on… And I don’t know I guess I was, um, bored…” When he spoke, his voice sounded somewhat high for a guy, and then you realized he was either your age or close…

Your cheeks turned pink and you let a small smile form. “I don’t mind, I’m not getting any sleep anyway…” You murmured. “Would you care to come in? It’sa bit wet out here.”

“Yeah, sure, thanks…” He nodded. Spider-Man climbed into your warm room, and you both stood there in awkward silence. You were fidgeting with your fingers and biting your lip; two nervous habits of yours. “I’m Spider-Man if you didn’t know!”

“Um yeah, I wouldn’t have let you in if I didn’t. But I’m Y/N.”

“So… You said you weren’t gonna get any sleep tonight… Why was that?” Spider-Man said.

You sighed and took a deep breath. “It’s a long story and, well, I don’t really know you.”

“Aw, come on! I’m your neighborhood hero! Have a chat with ol’ Spidey!” He pleaded with a jokingly tone.

You just shook your head. “Trust me, I’d love to get the horrors of tonight off my chest but I can’t go telling random strangers-”

“I’m not a stranger, I’m Spider-Man! Who am I gonna tell anyway?”

The hero had a point; There was no way you had known the guy under the mask… Right?

“I-I guess…” You inhaled a sharp breath and exhaled slowly. “Well… So I had a crush on this dumb friend of mine since like 6th grade. Tonight I told him how I feel… or felt?” You felt a pain in your chest. Telling the story of tonight felt like pouring salt on a fresh wound. It hurt. “He just kind of told me he doesn’t like me like that, and that he’s been secretly dating this girl…” Your voice faltered, and you could feeling your eyes stinging. “And now I’m crying because of Peter Parker. I always hoped he’d be the one person to never make me cry.”

“I’m sorry…” Spider-Man said, and you could tell he was genuinely sorry for you.

“It’s just like I’ve been under some dumb spell for him! I hate it. I hate the situation, and I hate him… I hate how he doesn’t love me back… ” You had tears pouring out of your eyes, and you quickly wiped them away. “God, I just met you like 10 minutes ago and I’m pouring my heart out you… I’m so sorry.”

“No, no! Don’t worry about it, I don’t just fight crime, I make people happy. I’m your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, you know?” The boy said in an effort to make you happier. “I really don’t mind it either; it’s good to let the pain out sometimes.”

You gave him a grateful smile. “Thanks.”

Spider-Man walked over to your wall, where you had some pictures you had taken and some poems you wrote. Your eyes widened once you remembered the lovesick poems you’d once written.

“Fuck, please don’t read those!” You cursed.

“Is this really how you felt?” Spider-Man turned around, with a poem pulled off your wall and now in between his fingers. “Did you tell him this?”

“I tried.”

“These are really good, Y/N! Are they all about t-this boy?” He said with a hint of nervousness in his voice.

You tucked your hair behind your ear. “Yeah… I was just ripe with poetry around him. I could’ve written novels with what I felt for him.”

“You’re really poetic huh?”

You nodded. “I never share my poems. I’ll never really show my emotions, but I’ll always write them. They’re personal.”

“They’re amazing is what they are.”

“But they’re all about him, and I can’t love him anymore.” You mumbled, taking the poem from the hero’s hands and ripping it up. “Can you die from heartbreak? Because right now it feels like you can…”

You squeezed your eyes shut to hold back the tears. You hated the feeling of being emotionally vulnerable, especially in front of Spider-Man. Tears had just began to escape when he wrapped his arms around you.

“I know I, uh, just met you….” He cleared his throat. “But you’ll be okay. I’m so sorry Y/N”

He opened his mouth to speak again, but instead of hearing his voice, you heard sirens. Spider-Man’s head snapped up and all he muttered was, “I have to go.”

The hero hopped over your window and before you knew it, he was gone, swinging around Queens.

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The next day at school, you showed up with dark circles under your eyes and messy bun; you had gotten no sleep. MJ found you pretty quickly, and began to interrogate you. “You have to tell me what happened!”

“It’s nothing MJ! Just drop the topic please…”

“You’re doing that thing where you shut people to avoid showing basic human emotion again!”

“Well what do you expect! He broke my heart!” You said a little too loudly, causing people to look in your direction. You stormed away from MJ, or rather the people whose eyes seemed to be glued to you.

You turned the corner of the hall, colliding into another body and your books falling down in front of you. You bent down to pick them, and muttered, “It’s been a really long night. I’m sorry…” You looked up, only to be met with the same chocolatey eyes you’ve loved since 6th grade. Peter was holding your binder up to you, which you quickly snatched away.

You grabbed the rest of your books and began quickly walking away. “Y/N wait!”

“Fuck off Parker!” You yelled back at him. He tried to chase after you, but lost you in the crowd.

The next few classes dragged on, and when lunch rolled around, you were exhausted. You walked with Michelle towards the lunchroom, telling her the events of last night. “It just hurt MJ. I feel like I’m not good enough for him.”

“Y/N, you’re beautiful and amazing, if he can’t see that there’s no way he deserves you.”

“I guess, but I can’t help-” You paused looking at the sight in front of you. You had made your way to your usual table with Peter and Ned, but there was another face there, and it was Liz. Now, you had lost your best friend and your stupid table. Your eyes widened, and you turned on your heel and muttered, “God I’m such an idiot.”

The rest of the day was thankfully uneventful, mostly due to the fact you left school early after lunch. You only had easy classes after lunch, and you were exhausted anyway.

When you arrived home, you put a comfy baggy sweater on with fuzzy socks. You made tea, too, and watch the rain fall onto Queens from your small bedroom window. You loved the rain, you always have, so this moment was somewhat calming for you. The rain was glowing on the Queens skyline from the lights, and you felt at peace. You began to write a poem, when you were interrupted by a tap on the window.

You saw the same red and blue figure you saw before. You excitedly walked over to the window and slid it up. You only met him once, but there was something about him that made you feel better…

“You came back!”

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The Serpent & The Saint

“I’m tired B! We’ve been at this for an hour, can’t we take a break?” Veronica Lodge panted desperately, the boxing gloves on her hands nearly weighing her down to the floor, she was covered in sweat, no a feminine glow, a dripping warm sweat.

“Do you think the Serpents take breaks? Do you think they sat down and took a breather before they sliced our tires and beat up Kevin and Moose? I don’t think so. We need to be ready Veronica, we don’t know what they’re capable of and we don’t know when they’re going to attack.” Betty was relentless, pounding into the punching bag with a force Veronica didn’t even know her best friend was capable of.

“Well, I’m no Serpent and I’m taking a break. Leave it to the guys Betty, Reggie and chuck and Adam would never let anything happen to us, you know that.”

The beautiful blonde snorted aloud
“I’m not going to depend on anyone to protect me. I can take care of myself. You forget Veronica but we’re part of the Northside Saints too, not just the boys, I’ll meet you tomorrow. I’m gonna be here for a bit.”

Veronica hesitated, her eyes nervous

“I’ve got this Ronnie. Don’t worry about me, I can handle myself.”

Clamping her pearls around her neck Veronica sighed,
“Well if you come across any trouble. You call me or call Reggie, it’s not safe to walk home at night alone.”

Betty rolled her eyes and adjusted the tight black sports bra around her heaving chest, popping her earphones in her ears and waving flippantly at the raven haired princess as she sauntered out of the gym leaving Betty entirely alone.

Perfect, just how she liked it.

Two hours later and bruised knuckles and aching muscles, Betty was heading down the dimly lit streets of Riverdale, her head tucked into her chest as she counted her steps

1..2..3…4

“You make a habit of walking home on your own at midnight.”

Betty’s head snapped forward, crossing her arms over her chest she felt for the ground, don’t let him see, don’t let him know.

“Get out of here. You know you’re not welcome on this side of town. Go fuck with someone else, I’m not in the mood for Serpent Trash tonight.”

He was in front of her now, towering, intimidating, dangerous.

But no, he was a coward, a traitor.

“I said get the fuck out of here Jughead.” She hissed, palms fisting, nails digging into the soft skin sharply as she bit down hard on her teeth.

“Now is that anyway to talk to an old friend Betts?” His hand reached out to touch her but she was faster, jumping back.

“You’re no friend of mine, snake.”

Something shifted in The dark haired boys eyes as he pulled on the lapels of his heavy black leather jacket.

“Oh yeah? You weren’t saying that last year, when you had me in your…”

The stinging sound of the slap echoed through the empty streets, Jugheads shock was quickly replaced when he looked into the watery green eyes filled with hatred and tears

“Fuck you Jughead Jones.”

And then she was walking away, leaving him with the view of her messy blonde ponytail and the glaring NS symbol on her own leather jacket.

“Betty!” He called after her “shit, I didn’t mean that, you know I didn’t mean that.. I just..”

The stunning young gang member whipped around
“You just what? You just like to follow me around every day, you think I don’t see you? You think I don’t know you follow me home every night. I fucking know you Jughead.” The way she spoke the venom in her words, she hated the fact that she knew him so well “I can feel you, every damn time. Maybe those two years meant nothing to you but I learned a lot about you. Waiting to hear your footsteps come into my room at night, I know what you sound like. I slept with you every night you think I can’t smell your damn cologne? Why are you doing this to me? what do you want from me?! You left me, you left us all. If they find out I’m even talking to you.. a gang jumper.. god.. just leave me alone.”

He gripped her wrist almost painfully
“You know it meant something to me. It meant everything to me.”

Grey eyes met green for only a split second, but in that moment it was all there, laid out in front of her, that spark, that connection that thing that made them so uniquely perfect for each other.

No.

No, not this time.

Betty snatched her hand away
“Ya know, I used to wait for your excuse. I’d dream every night that you’d come back, back to the Saints, back to the Northside… back to me. that you’d tell me it was all some stupid prank. But I’m done waiting, I don’t care what you want Jughead. You’re a Serpent now, that’s what you chose, enjoy it. I hope it’s everything you’ve ever wanted. I’ll see you at the fight tomorrow. Tell your girlfriend Toni I’m ready.”

He didn’t even have a chance to blink, to ask her what she was talking about before she was gone, pounding the sidewalk. Running away from him.

The civil war between the North and South was the most dangerous war to hit the small town, the pain it had caused both sides was crippling. It tore people apart, it tore Jughead apart.

Things were changing, people were changing.
His beautiful Betty was a prime example, she was hardened and bitter, pain evident over every feature, looking at her was like looking into a mirror.

A Serpent and a Saint, so vastly different. Or were they? he could still remember the feel of Betty’s arms wrapped around his Saints jacket, her kisses against his skin, her kisses everywhere.

He loved her. Fuck it, he loved her more than anything, there was no sense in denying it, she had his heart, he would die for her. But he couldn’t have her, she was the forbidden fruit, he would die to protect her and that was exactly what he was going to do.

Archie had made sure of it.

Bad Boy (Part 4).

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader.

Warnings: Talk about gangs, some slight violence, mentions of cuts and blood. Trashed furnitures.

Word Count: 1011.

Rating: 18+

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Guilty Pleasure (Final)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Description: You and Baekhyun are best friends and you’ve lived together for three years now. It’s no news to you that Baekhyun sleeps around, but you do too…so what happens when he wants to be with someone as experienced as him?

Genre: Smut / Fluff

Word Count: 1,130

Pairing: Byun Baekhyun x Reader

Author: Admin Xiufairy

Originally posted by r-velvets

1 Year Later

“Baek, if you don’t get your ass up, you’re going to be late!” You called down the hall. You heard a groan and he stuck his head out past the door.

“Can’t I call in today?” He pouted.

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“You’re so on...” {Lim Changkyun}

Originally posted by m0nsta-x

Prompt:  the reader is dry humping with I.M! you can make up the story :)

Pairing: Changkyun x Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Warning: smut,

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Not So Gentle 2/4 - Peter Parker Drabble

Prompt: Reader has been kidnapped only to find out her long time best friend is apart of this scheme, she faces a whole new side of Peter.

Warnings: Mention of suffer, bleeding, beating, fluff, reassurance, Plot twist

Word Count: 930

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

A/N: Leave your comments let me know what you think :)

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“Was beating the crap out of him, really necessary?” The two men watched as Peter took a punch after punch to a worn out punching bag.

“The kid was showing weakness, someone had to remind him who he’s working for now.”

“Oh and he knows it! But if that was your way of reminding him, then we are far from getting anything out of the girl.”

“The first plan wasn’t working out, so we had to go in a different way.”

“So turning Tony Stark’s hero in trainee against him, and kidnapping his pride and only joy was the best way to go?” The man quirked an eyebrow at his boss.

“The job wasn’t getting done.” He shrugged.

“So it appears…” Drew said.

“Any way, I have to go run some errands tonight, watch over them will ya.” His boss patted his shoulder glancing once more at the boy who was letting off steam.

“Yeah.”


“Hey Parker!” Drew nodded his head towards the basement.

“I’m going.” Peter put on his jacket and zipped it up.

Peter opened the door and descended down the basement.

You heard the sound of footsteps approaching, but you were too weak to care about who was coming down again to make you suffer.

Your head hung low. Your stomach bleeding out slowly and painfully. The stab wound really did a number on you. And the fact that this was Peter’s doing made your suffering much worse. Whatever they embedded into his head, this wasn’t your Peter, he wouldn’t do this to you, to the team. You wondered what your dad thought of this, was he even looking for you, was he even trying to stop Peter from doing the wrong thing.

An indistinct voice was what you heard. Sometimes you were going in and out of a conscious state. 

“Y/N? Baby I’m right here, okay? I’m right here.” Peter took a hold of your limp hand that rested on top of the arm rest. He placed a hand to your cheek gazing over your broken down features.

“I’m so sorry, I’m so so sorry.” He placed his head on your lap. 

“I-its n-not your fault.” You whispered. Your voice going raspier by the minute. 

“It is my fault, because of me, because of Spider-Man, you’re hurt!“ He cried out.

 “T-They f-forced y-you to-” You couldn’t even get out your sentence before Peter started interrupting you. 

“Don’t waste your energy okay.” He kissed your forehead, “I’m gonna get you home, that’s a promise.” He brought your hand up to his lips and kissed it. All you could do was give a nod weakly.

Peter had to go again because Drew let him know that he had to be back upstairs. If it wasn’t for Drew, Peter wouldn’t even be going down to check up on you and trying to keep you alive. So for that, Peter was at least grateful for.

“How’s she holding up?” Drew asked him as they sat in Peter’s room playing a video game until their boss came back. Out of everyone Drew seemed to be the only sincere person between the rest of the assholes. 

“She’s holding on for as long as she can.” Peter muttered. 

“She’s a fighter I’ll giver her that.” Drew nodded. 

“Yeah that she is…” Peter breathed out. 

“Listen Parker, I’m not suppose to say anything, but Toomes is going to be gone all night tomorrow.” 

That sparked Peters’s interest, “Why are you telling me this?” 

Drew looked around to make sure no else was around, “As much of a great asset you are, your still just a kid, just as much as Y/N is, you two shouldn’t even be involved in this, and I know that’s not much of a choice for you, but she doesn’t deserve to go through that.” He pointed out the door.

“But what’s does that have to do with Toomes?” Peter shook is head.

“Your not getting it” Drew palmed his forehead. “Toomes. Will. Be. Gone. You. Get. Y/N. Out.” Peters eyes widened in realization.

“Why are you helping me?”

“Because I know what it feels like to have someone you love get punished for your own mistakes.” Drew looked down at his shoes finding them quite interesting. “I know that making you hurt Y/N was as much as my doing as Toomes, but after you did what we forced you to do, seeing her look at you with so much pain, I couldn’t just stand by and let her die. I’m also helping you because if I don’t Tony will kill my ass, then your beat your ass because this plan didn’t go as planned!” Drew smacked him upside of the head.

“Hey I’m trying, and it’s not my fault you agreed to this!”

“The mission was to get in and get her out. Well were in Parker, so now we just get her out of here.” Drew murmured.

“I didn’t think I’d have to hurt her in the process.” Peter’s eyes watered.

“Hey, don’t worry, she’s going to be fine, and this will all be over before you know it.” Drew reassured Peter by giving his back a slight pat, “You needed an inside man, so I’m doing my job as one Parker.”

Peter simply nodded. “The Vulture won’t know what hit em.”

Part 3 

Cosa Nostra (Pt. 5)

Summary: You were just a girl who took some odd jobs from the Min Syndicate to make some extra cash. When Min Yoongi himself sends a request for you to come to his mansion, any semblance of your normal life gets thrown out the window. What sort of dangers will face you once you become associated with one of the biggest mob bosses?

Mafia!YoongixReader

Angst/Smut/Fluff

Word Count: 3.4k

Part [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8]

You awoke to three quick raps on your bedroom door, startling you out of your comfortable sleep. After staring at the door for a moment, you untangled yourself from your bedsheets and shuffled your way toward the door, too sleepy to give a second thought about your appearance. ‘Who the hell would be knocking at my door?’ You thought as you reached for the doorknob, ‘I doubt that Yoongi would go out of his way to come to my room, unless he sent someone to fetch me.’

Your question was answered as you opened the door to reveal Seokjin and Hoseok, both giving you dazzling smiles as you looked at them questioningly, “Um, hi guys, do you…need something?”

Seokjin cleared his throat before saying, “Yoongi listened to your…grievances, and has decided to let you leave the mansion of your own accord, whenever you want.”

“That’s only if you let us tag along though, (Y/n),” Hoseok added, “It would be way too risky to let you go out by yourself.”

You stared blankly at them for a moment before replying, “So Yoongi has just assigned me babysitters, huh? This is definitely not what I fucking wanted…”

The two men looked at each other before shrugging, “I’m sorry, (Y/n), but rules are rules,” Jin said, giving you an apologetic look. You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. As much as you wanted to get mad, you couldn’t find it in yourself do so. It wasn’t fair to blame Hoseok and Seokjin, they were only doing their jobs, and probably wanted to babysit you as little as you wanted to be babysat.

“Okay, fine, I understand. Since I can go out and do whatever I want though, we’re going shopping. I need some cooler clothes since it’s only getting hotter outside. You two…wait here I guess, I’ll be ready in like 30 minutes or so.” Without waiting for their response, you closed your door and let out a puff of air. Shopping with two guys glued to your side was going to be awkward as hell, but you truly did need to get more summery clothes so you weren’t sweating it out in long sleeves.

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25 Ouija Board Rules

1- Never utilize the Ouija Board alone!.

2- Never utilize an Ouija Board if you are depressed, stressed, irate, upset, bored, furious, sad, trepidacious, afraid, shocked, overconfident, or drowsy as you could let a demon into your life!.

3- If you get a demon, blessing the house could make the demon worse than it already was!.

4- Don’t give the Ouija Board to someone else to give them problems! Never utilize an Ouija Board if you think it is a game.

5- Never let the spirits count down through the numbers or go through the alphabet as they can get out of the board this way.

6- If the planchette goes to the four corners of the board it implies that you have reached a wickedness soul or evil presence into your life!.

7- You ought to never utilize an Ouija Board in the event that you are a doubter or an Atheist as you could get a wickedness soul or devil!.

8- If the planchette tumbles from an Ouija board, a soul will get detached.

9- In the event that the planchette over and over makes a figure eight, it implies that a wickedness soul is in control of the board.

10- If you ought to get a wickedness soul, rapidly flip around the planchette and utilization it that way.

11-The board must be “closed” opportunely or evil spirits will remain behind to haunt the operator.

12- Never utilize the Ouija when you are ill or in a debilitated condition since this may make you vulnerably susceptible to possession.

13- The spirit of the Ouija board creates “wins” for the utilizer, causing him to become more and more dependent on the board. This is called “progressive entrapment”.

14- Evil spirits contacted through the Ouija board will endeavor to win your confidence with mendacious flattery and prevaricates.

15- Always be obeisant and never upset the spirits.

16- Never utilize the Ouija in a graveyard or place where a terrible death has occurred or you will bring forth malevolent entities.

17- The very first Ouija boards were made from the wood of coffins. A coffin nail in the center of the planchette window accommodated as the pointer.

18- Sometimes an evil spirit can sempiternally “inhabit” a board. When this transpires, no other spirits will be able to utilize it.

19- Ouija boards that are disposed of improperly, come back to haunt the owner.

20-  A Ouija Board will scream if you try to burn it. People who hear the scream have less than thirty-six hours to live.

21- There is only one proper way to dispose of it: break the board into seven pieces, sprinkle it with Holy Water then bury it.

22- Arrange the letters and numbers, into a circle so whatever is trapped within that circle can’t escape.

23- If you place a pristine silver coin on the board, no evil spirits will be able to come through.

24- NEVER leave the planchette on the board if you aren’t utilizing it.

25- Three things never to ask a Ouija board: Never ask about God, Never ask when you are going to die, Never ask where the gold is buried.

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Saudade (3)

Bucky x Reader

Saudade: (n.) Portuguese for a melancholic nostalgia for someone or something from the past.

Summary: She’s willing to do anything to keep Bucky out of harm’s way, that’s why she’s so expendable, and expendability is dangerous.

Word Count: 2.4k+

Warnings: swearing, angst, violence

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TAGS AT THE END!

Originally posted by wintersthighs

The days go by slower when she’s all by herself. She hasn’t seen Bucky in days and she was starting to worry. She could hear his gut wrenching screams from all the way across the building (courtesy of the deadly serum the mad scientist injected her with). It was always the same; he was begging for him not to harm her, and then they buzzed him into oblivion.

She barely ate the food they gave her, no matter how good it fucking looked.

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Affinity

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Member: Changkyun x Reader

Word Count: 1,656

a/n: This is the second part. Enjoy!! Feedback is highly encouraged!! I know I said the next parts would be at least 2k-3k but I’m posting as I finish writing each part and this is all I was able to get for this part am sorreh..

DrabblePart 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 (Final)

Summary:

affinity- a spontaneous or natural liking for someone or something

Originally posted by gifsmonstax



For the following two weeks, the two of you seemed to be working in and out of busy schedules, and the one day that seemed like you were finally going to spend together, a last minute surprise arose.

The knocks on the door made Changkyun groan and furrow his eyebrows together as he took up the space in the living room. He waited a few seconds for you to appear and answer it in his place but when the knocks continued and you didn’t show up, he stood up.

He reached for the door handle and opened the door, leaving a gap for him to see who it was. His eyebrows further knitted at the sight of a guy, probably a year or two older than him, holding a bouquet of flowers in his hands. The guy seemed just as taken aback as Changkyun and him exchanged stares. It took a second too long before either one finally spoke, the guy looked at the apartment number and back at Changkyun, chuckling slightly in embarrassment.

“By any chance, does Y/N live here?” he asked, and Changkyun’s eyes widened, “U-Uh, Y/N? Yea she does, um, who’s asking?” Changkyun asked, standing a little straighter. The guy knitted his eyebrows for a second before relaxing his features, except his posture seemed to become tense.

Before he was able to reply to Changkyun, you had already made your way to the door and were pushing Changkyun to the side. “Hi w-what- I didn’t know you’d come, what are you doing here?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest. “I-I was trying to surprise you but, I got pretty surprised myself” he replied, nodding his head to the inside of the apartment and you realized he was talking about Changkyun.

“Oh yea, him, he’s my roommate” you said indifferently and his smile faltered, “Ah, I see, I wasn’t able to introduce myself properly because I was kinda confused” he added with a chuckle and your eyes widened. “Oh well come inside” you said, stepping away from the door for him to walk inside. Changkyun lay on the couch where he had been before, and you cleared your throat to get his attention. If you didn’t know better, you’d believe he was entirely oblivious to your presence and that of your date.

“Changkyun can you come?” you asked from the dining table as you took the bouquet from your date and fixed in on a vase.

You saw Changkyun move lazily towards the two of you with a forced smirk. “This is Changkyun, my roommate, Changkyun, this is my date” you said, finding yourself picking at your fingernails with your fingers as the two exchanged looks. You didn’t exactly hate introducing others to Changkyun, but you weren’t a fan of the idea either. It was like oil and water, your life in your apartment with Changkyun, and your life outside of your home just didn’t sit well. Especially, when it came to dating. You knew nothing of Changkyun’s love life, and for the first unfortunate time, he’d find out about yours.

In contrast to the relaxed confidence your date was radiating as he held his hand out for Changkyun to shake, Changkyun looked careless, but he awkwardly took your dates hand with a smile you knew was of pretense and something else you couldn’t figure out. “Nice to meet you man, I hope I didn’t get your hopes up in thinking the flowers were for you” your date joked and Changkyun grinned, making your shoulders relax a little.

“My heart fluttered a bit but no hard feelings” Changkyun said, earning a snicker from you. “Well, nice to meet you too, I’ll leave you be” Changkyun said, putting his hands in the pockets of his sweats as he nodded and turned away towards his bedroom. You finally let go of your distressed fingernails and turned to your date, who smiled, “So, you have a guy roommate, must be fun” he said, a hint of jealousy tinting his words.

You rolled your eyes and scoffed, “He’s a good friend, and we have a strict just roommates relationship” you commented and he nodded.

“Let’s head out and get some food” he then said and you smiled with a nod.


You made your way into the apartment and dropped yourself on the couch, not taking notice of Changkyun who was now walking back from the kitchen. “How’d it go?” he asked, shoving your legs so he could sit. You picked them up as he sat and placed them over his lap. “It was okay” you commented softly, letting out an exhale, “I’m sorry for this morning, I had no idea” you added, and Changkyun shrugged. “It’s whatever” he said calmly, tapping your shins like if they were a drum set.

You smirked and closed your eyes, thinking about the conversation you had with your date half an hour ago.

“This is going to sound stupid jealous and petty but… I’m not really comfortable with your roommate being a guy” he said, his eyebrows knitted slightly as he rubbed his thumb over your hand. You furrowed your eyebrows, “Yea that does sound jealous and petty” you said with a scoff. “I know I just… maybe if I get to know him I’ll change my mind” he had said with a slight shrug and a shake of his head as he looked away from you.

You shook your head, “No, look, most of the time we’re not even home at the same time and the whole, becoming friends with your roommate’s dates, is against our roommate policy” you commented, pulling your hands away from his own. You could have brought up the fact that he wasn’t even your boyfriend to set boundaries for you, which frankly boundaries still bothered you even if he was your boyfriend. You refrained from saying more however.

It had ended somewhere after changing topic, the air between the two of you slightly heavier and no longer bringing Changkyun up. “I thought you didn’t like flowers?” Changkyun said and you opened your eyes to look at him as he squeezed your calves. “I don’t, well, not those at least” you replied and the two of you giggled. “How long have you been dating him?” Changkyun asked, averting his gaze from you and massaging your legs.

You remained silent for a minute or two, his interest in your relationship causing you to debate whether you wanted to tell him or not. “Like a month” you said nearly under your breath. You felt his hands stiffen on your legs for half a second before he continued his ministrations. “Why?” you then added and he turned to you with a small smirk. He scratched his neck and sighed, “I had no clue you were seeing someone” he said, his smile widening but for some reason, it didn’t seem convincing.

You stared at him with a simper, “You weren’t supposed to have a clue” you replied through a chuckle. Changkyun turned away from you and grinned, “A month… I guess it would happen eventually” he said and you shrugged.


Another few days without seeing much trace of each other went by. You were working on and off with your date since he brought up his displeasure with Changkyun as your roommate. He’d constantly want to go see you despite how much you protested against the idea. You began closing the store and racking all the clothes out of place. “I think he probably sees your roommate as competition, you know, since he isn’t your boyfriend yet” your friend said, scrunching her nose at the last words. You groaned and dropped your shoulders, “It’s annoying, and I’m sure if he starts going over, he’ll probably annoy Changkyun too” you said, roughly hanging a t-shirt. “What does roommate guy think of date guy?” your friend asked with a grin and you couldn’t help but snicker. “Nothing, Changkyun sounds like he doesn’t care about the guy” you said, eyebrows raised as you lifted your hands in question.

Your friend giggled and followed behind you, “Can I ask you something?” she asked and you hummed. “Did you ever like roommate guy? Like romantically?” she asked and you suddenly stopped walking. You stared at the clothes in your arms and took in a sharp breath, “I don’t know… I mean, I always tried not to since we’re roommates, I just thought being in a relationship would complicate things” you answered, picking out a pair of jeans and beginning to walk again. “Ah, makes sense” your friend said, “You seem to know him real well though… wait- do you talk about roommate guy a lot in front of date guy?” she asked and you pursed your lips in thought, “I don’t think so? I mean he had no idea I had a guy roommate prior to their encounter. As a matter of fact, ever since, all date guy talks about is roommate guy” you said in realization, turning to your friend with eyes wide.

The two of you stared at each other with surprise before bursting out into laughter. “Maybe date guy wants to switch you for roommate guy” your friend said, still laughing. You nodded and frowned, “Imagine that” you said. You shook your head and continued hanging and folding clothes for the next hour.

By the time you got home, your feet ached and you dropped your bag by the door along with your shoes. The apartment was dark and only lit by the big television screen. You squinted and found Changkyun already staring back at you with a soft smirk. You let out a sigh and waved, plopping down next to him. “My feet hurt” you said, slouching slightly as Changkyun smiled.

He patted his thighs, signaling for you to place your legs on them, which you gladly did. He rubbed your feet gently and you sighed, “Can we watch something?” you asked quietly, making Changkyun grin, “Sure”.

anonymous asked:

what are some of your favorite wicked fics?

I kind of tend to go off other people’s rec lists because 1) i’m not that big of a fanfic reader tbqh 2) this fandom is kinda ancient and 3) fanfiction.net is a nightmare to browse so i need someone to help me guide that wasteland.

Considering you’ve probably seen this recommended before I’ll also add what I think makes them unique. Let’s start with the writers who are still active in alphabetical order:

GretchenMaurice 

If you like your gelphie slowburn, there’s no better writer than GretchenMaurice. With a total word count of over 400k you’ll be quite content for a while (pretty sure she actually needs writing to survive at this point). 

I love how she has grown in her skills so visibly, and all her fics are absolute gems. Also, while we’re at it, don’t forget to follow her on tumblr @lily-onher-grave​ bc every once awhile she reblogs one of those prompt games and your dash becomes a complete party of gelphie drabbles! :D

neednot’s Far Safer

Nita hasn’t published that many gelphie fics yet, but definitely keep an eye on her! When I read her work I always feel like every word matters. As if she handpicked it and placed it and no other construction could work. Definitely the most “poetic” gelphie writer. The flow in her writing is magnificent.

Also, if you don’t already, totally follow her @need-not​! She is wonderful & kind and deserves all the love!

Wagyubeefy

I mean, at this point, who doesn’t know Emmanuel’s work in the gelphie fandom? Their work is almost a character study in the deepest details. Their characters are so fleshed out and feel so real and human. They aren’t afraid to make their characters incredibly flawed and isn’t afraid either to show the ugly sides of our beloved faves. Really interesting concepts and has definitely influenced my reading of the book. 

*Note, I haven’t read all their work bc most of it is explicit and I’m sex-repulsed lol. I have been reading Shame Machine though, because Em’s been really good with warnings and letting me know where the explicit stuff happens. So even tho I can’t vouch for all their work, knowing Em it’s still excellent! Have fun in the E-rated corner if that’s your thing. :P

If you don’t follow them already @gelphie​ I’m just assuming you’re new here. In which case, welcome! :D


Okay and now for the “Oldies but Goldies” in alphabetical order:

Beta Nova - Emerald City Lies

This might be my favorite fanfic period. I’ve read this fic over and over again, even though I’m a person who barely reads anything twice. It has incredible sharp dialogue and wit. God, I’ve laughed so much with this fic. It’s exactly my sense of humor. IT’S NOT EVEN FINISHED! IT PROBABLY NEVER WILL BE! and I still love this fic so goddamn much. go figure.

Beta Nova has exactly two other fics, both under 1,5k. One is fluffy and domestic and lovely, the other rips your heart out yet somehow summarizes gelphie perfectly in such few words. Love this writer.

jemandhyel’s A Very Bad Idea

I would’ve never discovered this fic all over on livejournal if not for Em’s gelphie fic rec list, but boy am I glad that I did! It’s Shiz era. It’s careless fun. It’s hella in character and absolutely lovely. I would say more, but honestly? It’s more fun if you go in blind. Just read it. Just read it and have an absolute blast of a time.

RidiculousMavis

There’s a reason why you see this talented asshole on every gelphie fic rec list ever. Universally acknowledged as one of the best writers in this fandom. RM’s work will fuck you up in the best way possible. Read it. Read all of it. Yes. even the Avaric-Elphaba bodyswap one. Even the glessa one. Yes. Do it. Have fun. Have an absolute fucking blast.

(Personal faves amongst the faves: The Last True Eminent Thropp and The Variables in Our Equation but again. just read all their work. Phenomenal).

The Noble Arduenna’s The Narrative Strain

I found the concept of this fic absolutely fascinating. The overall question of this fic is “what would happen if the story was written by someone else?” which, given it’s fanfic, is wonderfully meta. 

If this was published after Hamilton came out, I can guarantee you it would’ve had a “Who Lives Who Dies Who Tells Your Story” quote at the beginning. Really well executed AU.

And fuck it, while we’re at it, might as well plug my own fanfic Walls of Sanctuary right? I’m a big fan of clashing different stories together. This time it’s gelphie in a Hunchback of Notre Dame timeline. Fun times! :D Tomorrow we get another update woo! 


Not sure if there’s anything new here for you anon, but it’s always great to reread these fanfics! 

A Good Time (1/4)

SUMMARY. College AU. Bucky Barnes x F!Reader. As a joke, your friends wrote your phone number on a graffiti wall for anyone who “wants to have a good time.” You didn’t expect someone to call. But someone did.

WARNINGS. Bucky Barnes x F!Reader. Slight Clintasha. Cursing / swearing. Don’t do this prank to any of your friends, kids!

WORD COUNT. 1.3k

AUTHOR’S NOTES. Finally, my first ever Bucky fanfic, all thanks to the AU writing challenge of @tatortot2701 (you may disregard this, while it’s still incomplete, if you like 😄), and inspired by seeing tons of phone numbers on a graffiti wall. It was supposed to be a (an?) one-shot, but then I got carried away, so it’s divided into four parts, lol. Enjoy!

#1: you are here // #2 // #3 // #4


Finals week was going to kill you.

A low groan erupted from your throat, hissing through your gritted teeth, as you pushed yourself off your seat. “I can’t take this anymore!” you said, stepping out of your room and crossing the hall to Natasha’s. Grabbing the doorknob, you swung the door open.

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9 Things you need to know about T1D

1. There is no cure
2. We have it forever
3. Yes we can eat what we want
4. No we don’t need you to. Count every carb in the food you give us
5. Yes a lot of things are 15 carbs
6. Yes we do this for every time we eat
7. Don’t say you know things about it because someone in your family is one (everyone is different)
8. It’s not a wifi hot spot attached to me
9. TEACHERS: my phone is not going off in class it’s my pump

playing house | 3

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

member: hoseok x reader
word count: 1304

Summary: It’s not like you’re hard pressed for cash, but there is that Spring Break trip you need to save up for, so why not grab your best friend and pretend to be a couple for some research study? What could possibly go wrong?

Part 1 Part 2 

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Military sister (3/?)

request: yes

plot: the reader is part of the batfam or batsis and wants to join the mlitary and this is her adventures

A/n: also the last paragraph is part of part 4 which I haven’t even written yet but… enjoy!

word count: 1,509

warning(s): blood, guns, killing (doesn’t go into it)

tagging: @shadowrunner101 @tim-help @ti0261 @comicbookworm @gokusanfan @confidentcorgi

part 1  part 2  part 3 (you’re here)

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Little Do You Know - Stiles Stilinski Imagine (Part 4)

❁ (not my gif, but I did edit it a little) ❁

A/N: Hope you guys enjoy this part, it continues from where things were left on part 3. Please let me know what you think, I loveee feedback. Btw next part might be the last. Also, sorry in advance for any spelling/grammar mistakes etc.

[Part 1, 2 & 3] - [Masterlist]


Pairing: Stiles x Reader
Warning: Cursing, fist fight, sad? That’s all I think.
Word count: 1318


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7 minutes in heaven with Park Jihoon

Requested by anon  ♡ I write it in bullet points because I find it easier for me. |NO SMUT| 

  • “(y/n) it’s time! Can we go?” Your father shouted from outside
  • you looked outside the house and you saw that he was already in the car
  • you put your shoes and your jacket on and add a little bit of lipstick on your lips
  • you hurriedly got into your car
  • your friend oragnized a party at her place and she invited you
  • you said yes even tought you didn’t know who will be there and you are introvert so it’s a bit awkward for you to meet new people
  • you knocked at the door and waved at your father
  • “Hey you’re here! Come in” you hugged your friend and entered the house
  • the living room was crowded with people
  • you just waved at them but nobody saw you
  • you found the kitchen where there wasn’t much people and sat on a chair
  • “Oh hello (y/n)” you immediately froze when you recognized the owner of this voice
  • “Hi…” you gave him a fake smile
  • “I’ll be back in a while” he winked at you before going out the room
  • you hit your friend who was next to you talking with some strangers
  • “why is he here!!” you whispered
  • “who?” she replied
  • “my crush! PARK JIHOON” you whispered in her ear
  • “Ohh that’s a secret between him and me” she winked
  • you gasped and sat normally when you saw Jihoon coming towards you
  • “Do you want one?” he offered you a cocktail
  • “Yes thank you” you took it off his hand
  • Jihoon sat next to you and you talked for about 20 minutes
  • “Hey Jihoon come play 7 minutes in heaven!”
  • you turned and you saw Bae Jinyoung, a student in your school
  • you knew him because he’s very popular among girls
  • “Come play with me!” Jihoon grabbed your wrist before you could say anything
  • “Today’s MC is the brilliant, perfect Yoo Seonho!” everyone clapped
  • “turn turn turn turn…” he turned the bottle
  • “PARK JIHOOOOON” everyone cheered for the guy standing up shyly
  • “Now we are going to blindfold Jihoon and he will hug the person who will go with him in the closet” Seonho said
  • “Spin spin spin” Jihoon spinned 3 turns
  • “Go!” You friend said
  • Jihoon hesitated and decided to go towards you
  • shit shit shit you tried to change places with someone but your friend grabbed your shoulders “Trust me” she whispered in your ear
  • You closed your eyes and felt arms grabbing your shoulders
  • when you opened your eyes you saw Jihoon’s handsome face just a few centimeters from yours
  • “Park Jihoon and (y/n) for 7 minutes in heaven!” your friend litteraly screamed in your ear
  • Jihoon took off the blindfold and brightly smiled at you
  • you didn’t know what’s going on
  • you just felt a lot of arms pushing you towards the closet and cheerings
  • “7 minutes start now!” someone locked the door
  • you felt your heart skip a beat when you finally realized where you are
  • “so…I have something to tell you” Jihoon lokked at you with red cheeks
  • “me too” you replied trying to avid his gaze
  • “let’s say him at the same time ok?” he suggested
  • you nodded and gathered all your confidence
  • “3…2…1″ he counted with a sweet voice
  • “You’re handsome” “I like you” you said in sync
  • “oh I- nevermind” Jihoon mumbled
  • “3 minutes left!”
  • you couldn’t believe that you said to your crush that he is handsome
  • “I’m sorry what did you say?” you opened your eyes wide
  • “Nothing important” Jihoon replied
  • you tried to figure out if Jihoon really said that he likes you or if it’s just your imagination
  • “I can’t wait anymore” Jihoon said, breaking the silence
  • You felt his soft lips on yours
  • Both of you breaths were heavier
  • you close your eyes, enjoying the moment
  • “2 minutes left” Jihoon pulled away
  • You looked at him in shock
  • “do- do you like me?”
  • “yeah…that’s what I was trying to say earlier”
  • “I didn’t know my crush likes me back” you chuckled
  • “what? you like me too?” he asked
  • “Since the day I saw you I fell in love with you” you said shyly and looked down
  • Jihoon lifted your chin up and kissed your lips again
  • “Time’s up” Seonho opened the door
  • You heard everyone screaming and then you realized what is going on
  • you removed your lips from his
  • trying your best to hide your red face on Jihoon’s neck
  • Jihoon laughed at your embarassed face (his was also so red tbh)
  • he closed the door once again and started to kiss you again
  • “Your lips are sweeter than what I thought. Please be mine” he whispered onto your lips

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