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anonymous asked:

Karachoro for the ask meme please~

Who said “I love you” first

Kara would say it first, but shit wouldn’t get real until Choro said it uwu

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background

Omg definitely Kara 

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror

Hmm Kara 

Who buys the other cheesy gifts

Kara would be showering Choro with gifts afgdhf 

Who initiated the first kiss

Actually… Choro! Kara would be really hesitant regarding that and since Choro is a bit short-tempered I can imagine he would eventually just be like “fuck it” lol

Who kisses the other awake in the morning

Karaaaa, I headcanon him as a morning person +o+

Who starts tickle fights

Ahaha Kara would start one by accident..

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower

Maybe… Kara asks Choro? :0c

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch

Ooh this is a hard one e.e I’d have to go with Kara tho

Who was nervous and shy on the first date

Both of them fdgshhs

Who kills/takes out the spiders

Choro, Kara would just go on and on about how all lives are precious or smth haha

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk

Well since Kara would do it on a regular basis, maybe Choro could?? Lol

veriondraven  asked:

➐ Are there any people you’ve been to afraid of approaching?

There’s always this  fear that comes with approaching someone new. I myself am a social butterfly, but when I meet someone that I consider my better or very talented, I can get tongue tied and a little off my game until I’m comfortable being around them. I’ve grown up with terrible self image and self worth issues, I tend to bend over backwards for people without much care for myself. That being said, in recent years I’ve been learning to love myself more and that oddly enough kind of helps with the fear of approaching people…

Now if this was meant as a more in game question…oh yeah. 

Talented writers that create characters in any and all forms just amaze me, I am awe struck all the time. I could use your character as an example, he’s such a powerful figure and definitely leaves an impression. 

But I’m rambling….

*huggles*

One thing about chronic illnesses that people really don’t seem to understand is that rest doesn’t make it better, at best it can slow down how bad you feel at that time or help it feel a bit more bearable but it’ll get worse if it wants to whether you’re resting or not

Sometimes you’ll be forced to rest because you can’t do anything else, but that doesn’t mean resting makes it better. When you’re chronically ill, you don’t get better, and rest definitely doesn’t leave you feeling refreshed and full of energy

If your whole body hurts and it’s painful to move then you have to rest but it’s horrible doing that the whole time, I know you’re supposed to rest when you’re sick but actually a lot of spoonies I’ve talked to hate it and would love to be able to be more active but we can’t - the last thing we want to do is spend more time at home in bed on our own

Resting doesn’t make anything better for me, it just helps to stop it being worse - everything can still hurt if I don’t do anything and I’d be happier if I could go out, even if that would hurt much more

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#will this becoming a habit #magnus not wanting to let go of alec’s lips #so he waits in awe to his shadowhunters to keep kissing him #despite the calls #or fucking jace interrupting them #and sometimes his boyfriend will just ignore the ringtone of his phone #but others he will interrupt the kiss #leaving magnus there #so the latter will just rub his fingers on his lips #still feeling alec’s lips on his own #still feeling his taste and wetness #and maybe alec will leave magnus’ apartment #because he has ‘shadowhunters things’ to do #but he definitely won’t leave magnus’ thoughts #of course he won’t

restingbitchfaceisnotsadface  asked:

"I can start with how I went to marine science camp as a kid and end with that time I accidentally brought a flamethrower into the county courthouse" --- PLEASE EXPLAIN IM SO CONFUSED D:

So, when I was a kid, my parents worked full time, so during the summer, my sister and I were enrolled in day-camp so we’d be adequately tired when we got home, and my FAVORITE  camp was Marine Science Camp, run by MSI on the banks of redwood creek, right off the San Francisco bay.  It was AWESOME: we got to dissect squid, there was a literal shark tank, which we got to fish leopard sharks out of and Tag Them For Scientific Research, ad we’d go out on the boat once a week and do things like haul a net full of fish out, use a scoop to study benthic creatures and look at plankton under a microscope.  I realize now we were essentially doing transects, dissections and other field/lab work for a bunch of grad students but it was FUN.  

I totally wanted to be a marine biologist when I grew up and would tell anyone who asked me what I was into about nematocyts and oceanic acidification until The Adult realized their mistake and fled.

At the same time, I was pursing an aggressive interest in the visual arts, which my parents heavily encouraged, becuase they are excellent parents and because it;s was a QUIET hobby unlikely to result in bodily harm, unlike my sister, who got into karate and Theater, which is a surprising dangerous combination.

But then i got to college and realized an issue with this plan: I, hands down, SUCK at chemistry.  I did okay in into becuase I’m great at taking standardized tests, and the teacher got suspended halfway through the semester for getting into a fistfight with another prof for poaching his grad student, but Organic Chemistry was a disaster.  I’ve never been good at arithmetic, and balancing chemical equations is something i need the dang molecule models for. So marine bio was a No-Go.

So I switched my major over to Art, which turned out to be kind of a disaster (the school managed to lose an entire semester of my grades because the Art Department kept really sloppy records and i ended up dropping out and resuming college elsewhere) and AMAZING, becuase I took a human figure drawing course with professor [REDACTED] who announced on the third day of class:  “SWEET THE FOOLS JUST GAVE ME TENURE.  CAN’T FIRE ME NOW, SO LEMME SHOW YOU HOW TO MAKE A FLAMETHROWER”

The thing she actually taught us was how to modify a culinary butane torch to empty the canister at a much higher rate than any manufacturer anywhere recommends, which gives you and AWESOME bigass jet of blue flame, but only lasts about 30 seconds per container.  She also showed us how to make bandeliers so we could carry multiple containers, “just in case”.

In more practical lessons, we were in class when the first gov’t shutdown happened, so we didn’t have money for models, so she oped to bring in various animals for us to draw instead.  there was the usual cats and dogs, but also chickens, horses, a farm hog, a 12-foot Burmese Python and a baby deer that had been abandoned on her porch.  It was really fun, both becuase animals are amazing, and becuase they don’t hold still, so you learn to draw REAL FAST, which is a skill that’s served me well since.

A few years later, I was summoned for Jury Duty, and had to show up at the courthouse for selection.  HOWEVER, I’d put my usual bag in the wash the previous night, so I grabbed my old school backpack to take with me because I knew I had a sketchbook in there to amuse myself with.

I forgot I also had my flamethrower in there.

I live in a pretty low-crime area, so the metal detectors are actually pretty far into the building- you don’t get scanned until you’re actually going into the courtroom.  So for about three hours beforehand, I was sitting in the hallway having a Nice Chat with one of the state park rangers and the CEO of the local call center.  We get called in, and as we walk through, my backpack sets off the alarm.

“Fuck.” I say abruptly remembering what would have set it off.

“Do you have anything metal in your backpack?” the security guy asks me.  I think he was expecting me to say glasses.

“I forgot that I have my flamethrower in here. I’ll just leave this outside.”  I explain, hoping I’m not about to be arrested.

“Please open your bag or leave it outs- your WHAT?”  Dude stops halfway through his routine.

“Flamethrower.  I made it in art class and will definitely be leaving it here.” I say, carefully putting my bag on the table, zipper open , and pointing at the small butane torch.  The guard looks at it, looks at me (pls note, I am small, white, feminine and conventionally attractive so YOU BET privilege was happening here), before deciding that Art People Are Dumb and waving me in after wanding me to make sure I hadn’t accidentally brought anything else in my pockets.

I was not selected for jury duty.

In other news, I still have it, and it still works.  I use it for mass-toasting creme brulee.

                                                  How to Open the Veil


The Veil is what separates our physical realm from the spirit world. By opening it, we’re able to communicate more freely with spirits. Essentially, you’ll be making a door and opening it in order to reach the spirit realm. 

Disclaimer: I’m not an expert at this, please don’t take my word as the final say. I just started practicing this technique and was taught by a close friend. Always be safe when you practice because if you’re not careful, you can get into some shit. I’m writing this post by popular demand. 


STEP 1: BE SAFE. The picture above is a little preview of the layout I used in my own dorm room. It’s hard to see, but I first drew a chalk circle and sprinkled black salt all along the edges of said circle. I also put four crystals at each end to mark it. Why do I have so much shit everywhere?? Because I don’t want anything to come through the door I created and cause problems. This circle keeps unwanted spirits out. (Granted, you don’t have to use as many things as I did. I find that a physical circle is just easier to visualize.) You can also use candles or anything else that works for you!

STEP 2: MARK THE DOOR. I used sun and moon candle holders with electric candles in them (since I live in a dorm and can’t use real candles). I set them apart from each other, like I was making, well, a door. Then I used some Super-Moon water to draw a line between the two candle holders to amplify my energy. Finally, I also sprinkled a line of black salt to stop unwanted and harmful spirits from coming through the door. 

STEP 3: RELAX. Get into the state of mind you need to be in to do witchy stuff. Meditation, grounding, singing–whatever you need to do to access your energy. 

STEP 4: STRETCH YOUR ENERGY. Whenever you feel ready, slowly pool energy into you palms. Then push it through the marked entrance where your door is going to be, imagining it as a thread, string, or cord connecting to the spirit realm. This might be difficult, especially if the veil isn’t exactly thin where you’re at. You may feel your energy bounce back, or that you’re hitting a wall. If you do, don’t worry! You can always pull back, gather your energy, and try again. 

STEP 5: CREATE A BRIDGE. You’ll know the moment when your energy connects to the spirit realm. It feels different for every person–for me, it’s almost like this tug in my gut and the feeling of a thread connecting my hands and body to something else. Once you feel that, it’s really up to you on how you want to create the bridge! For me, what works best is when I imagine myself walking across the thread of my energy towards the spirit realm. As I walk, my energy begins to create the bridge. There might be another door on the other side once you cross the bridge (it’s really up to how you visualize). If there is, open it. 

STEP 6: OPEN THE DOOR. Once you’ve made the bridge, feel and hold on to that connection. Then, imagine a door leading to the bridge through the physical boundaries you created earlier. This door can look however you like–whatever’s easiest for you to imagine! Then, use your energy to pry open the door. After that…

Congrats! You’ve successfully opened a door to the spirit realm! You should be able to feel the difference in energies. It’s kind of hard to explain how it feels–almost like this vast, empty expanse and the chattering of lots of different spirits floating around. 

When you’re done…

CLOSE THE DOOR. If you invited any spirits in to chat, say goodbye to the spirit(s) that you communicated with and ask them to leave. Make sure they leave before you close the door. If they refuse to, you might have to force them via your own energy (obviously, this is in the worst of situations. Try not to be rude if possible!). We’ve had to do this before and it’s not the most pleasant thing (haha). 

To close the door, pull your energy out from the spirit realm. Imagine that bridge you created crumbling, until you can no longer feel that connection. Once you’re out, close the door, seal it up, and do anything else that feels necessary in order to break the opening. For me, I usually make a breaking motion with my hands to signify the cut-off connection. You can chant or say an incantation if you like as well. This is important, because you definitely don’t want to leave a door open for spirit to come through willy nilly!  


                                                          Other Info

  • PLEASE BE CAREFUL!! If you’re not cautious, some bad spirits might be able to get through and that’s never fun. If possible, try this first with someone else (preferably someone who knows more of what they’re doing). If you can’t, make sure you have multiple backups, wards, and other witchy things to keep bad spirits at bay. 
  • If you want to invite a spirit to chat, it’s probably a good idea to have an offering around, just to be polite. Tarot cards, pendulums, etc. are pretty awesome tools to use if you’re not great at telepathic communication!
  • Take everything spirits say with a grain of salt. They can lie just like people. 

I hope this was helpful to those that asked! If anyone wants to add anything, feel free to. I’m by no means an expert, so if someone wants to add their expertise advise please do! If something doesn’t feel right, go with your gut–never do something you’re not comfortable with. 

Be safe, fellow spirit workers and witches!

-Llama

anonymous asked:

I'm so new to grimore writing, do you have any tips or maybe even a master list of ideas to put in one?

I have posts for this~!

Long story short: what do you want to put into it? 

It is your book, to do with as you will. Put in whatever you think you will want / need to know, that reflects your style of practicing, etc. 

In a tl;dr version of all those links, and a modified version of [this post], here’s some ideas on things you can put into a grimoire (based mostly around informational purposes). 

This list is not complete / extensive / ; moreso, it has a lot of different suggestions to give you some ideas of things you can put in. 

  • about you as a witch
    • these could be in the format of journal pages
    • what you want out of witchcraft, information about your natal / birth chart if you like astrology, any notes of things you do day to day, etc.
  • terminology of terms within witchcraft and magic
  • spell timing, such as Sabbats and esbats, moon phases, days of the week, time of the day, etc.
  • correspondences for herbs, essential oils, crystals / minerals, colors, the four elements, planetary associations, etc.
    • substitutions for particular items like herbs, crystals, etc.
    • any safety precautions for working with certain herbs, crystals, etc.
    • information on how to determine personal correspondences and associations
    • magical / non-magical materials that can be used in spells
  • information on the “basics” of witchcraft
    • what intent means, and how to work with it
    • what it means to visualize, and alternatives if you can’t
    • what meditation can do for magic, and how to do it
    • what channeling energy means, and how to do it
    • what it means to charge / enchant objects, and methods to do it
    • setting up an altar / magical work space, and how to do it
  • information on any religions you work within
    • example: for Wicca, you may wish to write out the Wiccan Rede, how to cast a circle, how to call the four corners / elements / guardians of the watchtowers, how to set up an altar, etc.
  • information on any deities you work with / wish to work with
    • offering ideas for any deities you work with
    • invocations for any deities you work with
    • rituals / dedications / prayers to any deities you work with
  • information on any spirits you work with / wish to work with
    • offering ideas for any spirits you work with (i.e. the fae, elemental spirits like sylphs and salamanders, etc.)
  • information on the history of witchcraft
  • information on familiars and working with animals in magic
  • information on varieties of magic
    • examples: energy work, candle magic, crystal magic / crystal grids, sachet magic, knot magic, kitchen magic / tea magic, bath magic, traditional magic, urban / modern magic, chaos magic, pop culture magic, green magic, hedgework, spirit work, shadow work, blood magic, sex magic, necromancy / death magic, etc.
    • MAGIC NO LONGER LOOKS LIKE A WORD TO ME
  • any safety precautions for working with certain varieties of magic
  • any divination methods you wish to try
    • examples: definitions of the tarot cards, tarot spreads, cartomancy interpretations, definitions of runes, reading tea leaves (tasseomancy) / coffee grounds, tips on pendulum reading, etc.
  • spells that you write yourself, or sigils you create yourself
    • any notes and observations you made when testing that spell / using it
  • spells or sigils from external sources that you may want to use and/or reference
  • specific categories of spells
    • examples: protection, cleansing / purification, banishing, binding, healing, new beginnings / moving on, happiness, self love, relationships, friendships, glamours, confidence, strength, energy, luck, money / wealth, school, employment, sleep, dreams / nightmares, divination, magic amplification, etc.
  • recipes for potions, powders, oils, tinctures, etc.
  • chants and incantations
  • blessings
  • curses
  • information on any magical groups or covens you participate in
    • coven rules and guidelines, members lists and contact information, etc.

I hope that helps you! Good luck!

A gift for @skamisako who traded me a gifset for a drabble. It was a good deal :P

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In theory, Even should not at all be surprised.

Isak is fucking beautiful- the very epitome of youthful seduction with long legs, bright cat green eyes, and fucking cupid’s bow lips that he has a penchant for biting. A fucking cupid’s bow. Even is literally the luckiest man in the world.

So no, he should not be surprised.

And yet.

And fucking yet.

He takes another sip of some fruity concoction Eskild swore was an absolute must for this particular bar, moving the pink umbrella out of his line of vision so it can’t hinder the way Even’s eyes track Isak on the lower level of the club as he sways and weaves in between moving, gyrating, bodies. Overhead, pink and orange neon lights flicker and flash and, added to the deep pulsating bass of the music, it makes for the perfect cinematic moment.

Zoom in on our beautiful protagonist, Even thinks distantly, Watch as all eyes track him, the spotlight above creating a halo. An angel in a club full of devils.

Eskild bumps his hip into Even and hands him a new drink, “First time I met Isak was here.”

Even swallows, “Here?”

“Mmhmm,” Eskild points to a group of barstools over the rim of his own drink, “Right there. Poor baby was slumped over. That didn’t stop the guys from drooling all over him, though. Which, when you think about how young he was, ew.”

Isak makes it to the bar and he’s immediately accosted by a tall blonde guy with a wide smile a bright teeth. Isak, bless him, stares at the guy for a moment, glancing behind him to make sure that-yeah that fucker was definitely hitting on him.

“I wouldn’t leave him alone,” Eskild says and then adds on in a sing-song voice, “Not with a face like that.”

Even pushes off the banister immediately, walking down the spiral staircase, passing boys making out and putting out against railings, and dodging few wandering hands. He ignores the older gentleman who stares him down with dark brown eyes because doesn’t he know?

There is only one boy for him.

Isak catches his gaze as Even hits the ground floor and it doesn’t leave, even as the tall blonde engages him in conversation. The blonde reaches over to touch Isak’s waist and-

“Hi, baby,” Even interrupts, coming close to Isak and wrapping an arm around his waist (and subtly knocking the blonde’s hand out of the way whoops). He cocks his head at the blonde and smiles pleasantly, “Hey there.”

The blonde deflates for a moment, but stands tall, “Halla.”

“What are we talking about?”

“The view from my bedroom,” he says, looking back down to Isak, who stands there, eyebrows raised to his hairline and glancing in between the blonde and Even, “View of the Oslo skyline? It’s…magical. I’m sure better than anything he’s seen before.”

“Huh,” Even says, still grinning all the while, “I don’t know- the view from our apartment is pretty stunning.”

(It’s not. It faces another apartment building and a graffiti depiction of a dick.)

Isak clears his throat, “I’m more interested in the view inside the apartment.”

He reaches down and tugs Even’s shirt up a bit, peering at the abs underneath and showing them off to the other guy. He nods decisively and looks back to the blonde, “Best view in Oslo.”

The blonde’s smile strains and he drags his gaze slowly up Isak, and Even knows, he knows, exactly what’s going through his mind Even as he shakes his head, “That’s too bad.”

“So sad,” Even responds dryly.

His eyes light up, “Do you-”

Even tightens his grip on Isak, “I don’t share.”

Isak shrugs, “He doesn’t. I don’t either. So…”

“Fine,” The blonde gives up, “Fine. Well, if you change your mind…”

“Bye bye,” Even waves daintily and the blonde pushes off the bar and gets lost in the mix of moving bodies, “I can’t go anywhere without people wanting to steal you away.”

“That was weird,” Isak says, and then promptly steals his drink and chugs it. When he’s done he presses his lips to Even’s neck and snickers, “View from our apartment, huh?”

Even shuts him up with a kiss and drags him out to the dance floor.

I Got You On My Mind [Part 6]

Jungkook Soulmate AU (Angst)

[Part OnePrevious Part | Part Six | Next Part

Summary: After regaining some of your memories, you and Jungkook finally face the truth.

Word count: 1.9k words

Originally posted by jungxook

When Jieun came home, she found you sitting on the floor. Your eyes were red, but your tears had dried long ago. Jieun regarded your blank expression with concern, immediately dropping to the ground to check on you.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Jieun asked frantically, looking at your body for injuries. “Did you hurt your leg again? Why are you crying?”

You sighed and closed your eyes, feeling more tired than upset. Jieun’s flittering hands stilled, as if she sensed that something was off.

“Y/N?”

“I remember now, Jieun,” you said. “I remember what happen that night, and what happened after. I know that you and Jungkook were a thing, and that he rejected me right away.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” Jieun whispered, her own eyes watering. “I didn’t want to upset you or confuse you. It hurt you so much the first time, I didn’t want to see you go through it again.”

“I just don’t understand,” you replied, your voice strained with frustration. “Did you like him? Do you still like him? Is that why you tried to hide your relationship with him from me?”

“What? No! No, of course not,” Jieun exclaimed, her eyes widening with surprise. “I mean, I did have a bit of a crush on him, but our relationship was just physical. It ended as soon as you two figured out that you’re…you know, soulmates.”

“But I’m still confused,” you said, trying to hold off another wave of tears. “Jungkook said he wanted nothing to do me. But now he’s so sweet. He’s like two different people, and I don’t know which one is the real him.”

“Just talk to him,” Jieun smiled, rubbing your back gently. “He’s not as bad as you remember. I’m sure the person Jungkook is with you now is the person he wishes he was when you first met.”

“Still, why was he so cruel in the beginning?” you asked helplessly. “I don’t know if I can forgive that.”

“Only Jungkook can answer that,” Jieun replied softly. “Promise me you’ll talk to him, okay?”

You nodded, realizing that Jieun knew much more than she let on. She helped you to your feet and led you back to the couch. You decided you wouldn’t press her for more information, because in the end, you would need to talk to Jungkook eventually.


Even though you had decided to talk to Jungkook, you hadn’t been able to muster enough courage to confront him. He had no idea that you had regained your memories, so he was contacting you like usual. But when you picked up your phone to reply, the events of your first encounter flashed before your eyes. Every time that happened, you put your phone down and tried to ignore your heavy heart.

So, to put it simply, you had been ignoring Jungkook for the past week.

You had several unread messages in your inbox from Jungkook. Surely Jungkook was so popular, he wasn’t used to be ignored. The texts started coming less frequently, and you wondered if they would eventually stop all together. You figured–albeit guiltily–that if Jungkook really wanted company, he could find another girl.

One Thursday afternoon, you were reading through some notes sent to you by a classmate when you heard Jungkook’s thoughts whispering in the back of your head. You jumped, growing unaccustomed to your soulmate’s presence after such a long period of silence.

“Why isn’t she talking to me?” Jungkook thought, and although it was quiet in your mind, you could hear the worry in your voice. Your heart panged, and you felt bad for assuming the worst of Jungkook. Clearly, he was still thinking of you. “Did I do something wrong again?”

Again.

No, not again. The first mistake was hurtful enough. But of course, Jungkook had no idea that you remembered what he had done. You wanted to scream at him–make him hurt as much as he had hurt you. But you also just wanted to see him again, because you had grown to love the caring side of Jungkook that he had shown you.

“Maybe her condition got worse,” came Jungkook’s next thought, which sounded even more alarmed than the last. “I should stop by. Yeah–I’ll go after class.”

You jumped to your feet, wavering as you tried to catch your balance. Reaching out for your crutches, you hobbled out of your room and into the living room, where Jieun was playing guitar.

“Jieun!” you screeched, making her jump.

“Oh my god!” Jieun squealed, placing a hand over her heart dramatically. “Why are you screaming at me?”

“Jungkook’s coming here after his class is over,” you hurried to explain, your words overlapping in your haste. Still, Jieun understood what you were trying to say.

“Oh, so do you need me to leave?” Jieun asked, setting aside her guitar. “I can disappear for an hour or two.”

“No, no! Definitely do not leave,” you squeaked desperately. “I’m not ready to see him! I need you to cover for me. Tell him that I’m not home and that I forgot my phone here.”

“What? Y/N, are you avoiding him?” Jieun demanded, her face growing dark. “You promised me that you would talk to him! Ignoring your problems won’t make them go away.”

“I know, I know!” you replied. “And I will talk to him, but I’m just not ready yet. I need time to process everything so that I can face him properly. I don’t want to get upset and ruin things forever.”

Jieun’s face softened at your obvious fear, and she sighed. “I understand why you’re scared, but you should trust Jungkook a little bit too,” she argued. “He’s shown you that he’s a good guy, right? I get why you’re so hesitant, believe me. But I’m also seeing this from Jungkook’s perspective, too.”

“You’re my friend, be on my side!” you whined. Jieun rolled her eyes at you.

“Okay, don’t do that. I’m doing what’s best for you,” Jieun said. “Even though you don’t want to talk to him now, in the long run, you’ll be thanking me for making you two work out your problems.”

“I’ll thank you even more if you cover for me this one time,” you said, on the borderline of begging. “I swear I’ll talk to him after, Jieun! I just need a little more time. I’m really not ready to see Jungkook.”

“Fine,” Jieun sighed, falling back onto the couch in frustration. “I’ll cover for you this one time. You can go hide in your room or whatever.”

“Thank you so much, Jieun!” you cried. “I love you so much! You’re the best.”

“I know,” Jieun laughed. “And I’m assuming you ignored all of Jungkook’s attempts to contact you up until now?”

You looked away guiltily.


When Jungkook knocked on the door, you were hiding in your room. Your bedroom door was left slightly ajar, so if you peeked through, you could see the foyer. Jieun approached it, glaring at you as she did. You sent her a thankful smile.

Jieun opened the door, but you couldn’t see Jungkook.

“Oh, Jieun,” Jungkook said. You missed the sound of his sweet voice–you could admit that. “Is Y/N around? I haven’t heard from her since I saw her last week.”

“No, she’s not around,” Jieun replied easily. “Y/N had to spend the week with her grandparents, because they got really worried when they heard about the accident. And she was dumb enough to leave her phone at home.”

“Oh,” Jungkook said, sounding surprised. It sounded like a valid excuse, and you were a little shocked that Jieun was so good at lying. “I’m surprised she didn’t tell me earlier.”

“It’s because she didn’t know that she would be leaving until her grandparents showed up,” Jieun answered. She continued a bit sheepishly, “Actually, I was supposed to tell you that she would be out of town. I guess I forgot.”

“Yeah, guess you did,” Jungkook replied dryly. Jieun just shrugged and sent him a carefree smile. “When will she be back?”

“Sometime next week,” Jieun said. You gulped, realizing that she was giving you a deadline.

“Alright,” Jungkook said slowly. He sounded like he was getting ready to leave. “Thanks, I guess.”

Jieun began to close the door slowly. You exhaled in relief, feeling your body deflate. I can’t believe that worked, you thought. Jieun should have been an actress.

“What the fuck?” Jungkook’s voice suddenly thundered. Jieun jumped, backing away from the door. Jungkook burst through the foyer. “Why are you lying to me?”

“W-what are you talking about?” Jieun stammered.

“Y/N, where are you?” Jungkook called out, ignoring Jieun completely. “I know you’re here. I can hear you thinking right now.”

Oh shit.

“Yeah, oh shit is right,” Jungkook snorted. He scanned the apartment, finally settling on your bedroom door. He saw your face peeking through, and he smiled slightly and began to approach you.

Accepting your fate, you pulled yourself to your feet and opened the door, clutching the doorframe for support.

“Why are you avoiding me?” Jungkook asked once he stood in front of you, the hurt clear in his downtrodden expression. “Did I do something to upset you?”

“Yeah, you did,” you replied tiredly.

“What was it?” Jungkook questioned, confused. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you, if I did. I thought you had a good time with me last week.”

“I did,” you smiled. “You’ve been really great since the hospital. You helped me a lot, and you’re fun to be around.”

“Then what’s the problem?” Jungkook asked, cocking his head adorably in confusion.

“It’s what happened before then,” you said simply.

Jungkook paled, his mouth opening slightly. His eyes lowered, and you could see his jaw clenching. He stood there quietly for a few moments, but eventually, he tentatively lifted his gaze to meet yours.

“You remember everything,” Jungkook said quietly. It wasn’t a question. He was biting his lip nervously, and you wondered why he was the nervous one when it was you who had been deceived all along.

“Not everything, but I remember enough,” you responded. You broke your eye contact with Jungkook, feeling overwhelmed. “I don’t understand you at all, Jungkook. Why are being so nice now?”

“It’s…it’s a really long story,” Jungkook sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I can’t justify what I did, but if it means anything to you, I regret everything that happened that night. I didn’t mean a word I said.”

“Then why did you say what you did?”

“Like I said, it’s a long story,” Jungkook replied. “I can explain it to you if you’re willing to listen. I’ll tell you everything, I promise. And if you don’t want to see me after this, I won’t bother you ever again.”

“How do I know that what you’re saying is the truth?” you asked, looking at Jungkook for any signs of deceit.

“You’ll just have to trust me.”

You almost laughed–how could you trust him so easily again? But you remembered the boy who  had slept by your bedside in the hospital, and the boy who acted like you were the most interesting thing in the world. The boy who had promised to sing to you.

“Fine, I’ll listen,” you breathed.

- Girl in Luv

Ok…this took to long. I kind of lost inspiration for this series, but it’s back now! You can expect more regular updates. The story’s drawing to a close…so what do think is going to happen? Also heads up: no posts tomorrow night. We’re going to prom!!! Thanks for reading guys! Ya girl’s gonna get turnt!

anonymous asked:

How would the RFA ( v and saeren) react to MC telling them she has to go back to America and they think the worst but MC sees them freaking out and she is like I'm going back to bring my dog !!

Yoosung

  • wha wha whAT
  • when MC tells him that they’ll head to America next week he just
  • WHAT
  • MC is so casual??? 
  • so calm??
  • he stutters and splutters and just can’t speak all around
  • MC sees his freakout and starts laughing
  • no joke he was so sad when MC said that
  • he genuinely thought MC would leave forever??
  • and MC’s like
    • “No, not like that! I need too bring my dog back, you know, the one I told you about?”
  • MC has to repeat themselves a couple of times for him and then he calms down a bunch
  • still though his poor little heart was about to die 
  • like he depends on MC a bit too much sometimes so the thought of MC definitely leaving was like a shotgun wound to his heart smh

Jaehee

  • she’s drinking coffee and MC is next to her, it’s been a long evening and she’s so glad she gets to relax
    • “I forgot to tell you, but I’ll be returning to America next week.”
  • almost spits out her drink
  • chokes on it and starts coughing violently
  • did she hear right? did, did MC really say that??
  • did her relationship with MC mean so little to them that leaving overseas was so easy to do??
    • “Wh-what?!”
  • MC shakes their head and pats her in the back
  • oops maybe you should have been clearer huh MC
    • “Not like that! We had discussed bringing my dog here, remember? It’s that! I’m going for my dog!”
  • Jaehee understands quickly but she’s still coughing from all the coffee that went down her throat in shock
  • *pat pat pat* u ok jaehee?

Zen

  • number one drama queen
  • no seriously MC mentions it super casually, not a big deal
    • “So next week I’m heading back to my place in America, and-”
  • Zen’s phone almost falls out of his hand
  • he grabs MC’s shoulders and his eyes are wide
  • he starts talking super fast
  • MC knows that kinda talk is the way he talks when he’s stressed
  • he’s talking about how if MC needs to return, he understands that it’s inevitable, but he wants to try and maybe long distance-
    • Zen, could you let me finish talking?”
  • freezes
  • holding MC’s shoulders but his mouth is open and not talking
  • um
    • “I’m going for my dog, Zen. We literally talked about my dog yesterday.”
  • drops his arms and laughs at himself a bit
  • sighs too
  • you scared him, babe, please don’t scare him like that again

Jumin

  • but why
  • he stands up the second MC says that
  • he can’t grasp why MC would need to return without telling him
  • money problem? it couldn’t be, because they have him
  • legal problem? he can fix that
  • did MC have a problem they never told him about?
  • MC can see how he’s literally breaking down into himself and intercepts quickly
    • “I’m going for my dog! The dog I showed you! You made me promise that the dog would not bother Elizabeth 3rd! Do you remember?”
  • and then he sits back down and clears his throat
  • oh
  • he clears his throat and plays it off
  • throws the conversation away from his reaction  and starts talking about how he’ll send guards with MC and safety and yada yada yada

707

  • MC never told him because they thought he knew??
  • they just, thought he knew?
  • so one day they’re just there, eating breakfast with him 
    • “So next week when I’m going back home to America….”
  • almost falls off his chair
  • ????
  • when you what???
  • WHEN YOU GO BACK WHERE???
  • he almost cries internally because the thought is so soul-crushing
  • he can’t follow MC to America, he’d put them in danger
  • can MC go to America without being in danger due to him???
    • “Seven, chill! It’s just the dog! My dog!! The soon-to-be our dog!”
  • deep breaths as he comes back to life
  • laughing at himself while he puts his hand on the table to support himself
  • he almost died MC don’t do this to ya boy
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Imagine meeting Dean in a bar.


Title: The Good Girl

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam, (briefly), Jayden, Rae, Dani, & Bailey (OFCs briefly mentioned)

Warnings: pre-smut, language, fluff

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: So, this story is rooted in my own personal experience at 25. Obviously the guy wasn’t Dean fucking Winchester, but oh if he had been. *whew* Thank you Mimi and Erin for helping me see the issues and get them resolved. I know that a lot of you have been EAGERLY anticipating this fic. I REALLY hope it doesn’t disappoint you. It got lengthy and a little out of control and WILL have one more part. - I know it’s an HOUR LATE. SORRY!

Summary: You were a good girl. You went off to a private Christian college because  you knew there was a bad girl waiting to be set free. You wanted a career, so you made a choice. You went away. You didn’t smoke. Didn’t drink until you were 21. No bars until you were 23. Didn’t have sex until you were in love, or at least you thought you were in love. You’ve always liked who you are, but there was a pretty distinct shift when you were 25. Five friends. One guy. One piano. One drink. One bar. Everything changed. You’re different now, and you’re certain you’ll never forget that leather jacket or those green eyes. Jan. 24th, 2012. The day Dean Winchester rolled through town.

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Merciless Princess

Pairings/Characters: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: smut smut smutttt, Sub!Seb (do I hear a fuck yes?), oral sex (both receiving), face riding, orgasm denial

Summary: You’re extremely busy but Sebastian doesn’t care, he needs to be near you. He needs to be touching you. Always.

Word Count: 1559

A/N: I hope this was okayyy! Please leave me some feedback I’m sweating loRD! Based off of this request :)

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♡Mine♡

Originally posted by grape-joon

ϟArtistϟ

Jungkook (bts)

ϟGenreϟ

smut, a bit fluffy

ϟSummaryϟ

You had to clean the house. Jungkook was asleep. That was good. You didn’t have him to distract you from actually being productive today. Except…When he woke up….Well, you couldn’t really complain.

ϟContainsϟ

You and Jungkook dating & living together; hickies (y/n receiving); fingering (y/n receiving); groping (y/n receiving); dry humping; leaving scratches down Jungkook’s back

A/N: I really wanted to use this gif because his scar is sooooo cute. Especially here. Okay, bye-bye. Have fun.

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You’ve almost cleaned up the whole house. Next, and last, on the list was the work room. You and Jungkook were pretty much always working on something. With that being said, you two needed an extra room in the house where you could still work without leaving out so much.

You had already straightened up everything on his desk, now you stood above your own; you moved things to the right place, organized the papers -made sure everything was fine. While doing that, you could hear Jungkook wake up, stretch, and groan in the bedroom; just a few rooms down. You could hear his footsteps coming to the room you were in. It wasn’t long before you could feel his warm body press against your backside with his arms wrapped around you.

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5 | You’ll Never Walk Alone

BTS + GOT7 X READER [GANG!AU]

WORD COUNT: 5,144

series warnings: mature themes, strong language, violence, substance abuse, eventual smut. this chapter contains graphic content such as semi non-con, burns and the slightest suggestive smut

Originally posted by shishikookie

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“I’m not waiting outside.” Taehyung commented, being unreasonable.

The two of you were shopping in the heart of Seoul, you needed more clothes and general bits and pieces if you were expected to live with him and the others at the manor house. You’d told Jin that you wanted to go shopping for skincare products and other necessities, knowing he would instantly understand and take you. Unfortunately for you Jin was with Jimin all day, meaning somebody else had to play bodyguard.

“You’re not coming in with me!” You whisper-shouted, not wanting to cause a scene. “I don’t want you to see my underwear.” You explained, the two of you stood arguing outside an expensive lingerie store.

“Technically it’s not your underwear.” He protested, his large feline eyes rolling heavenward at your complaints. “You’re not going in alone.”

Yes I am.” You spat, handing him your other shopping bags as you stormed into the gorgeous floral scented shop. Suddenly a large hand grabbed onto yours, tugging you back until you crashed against something hard and unyielding. Snapping your head up you were met with the boxy smile of Taehyung, his brows wiggling animatedly as he stared down at you.

What are you doing?!” You tried to tear your hand away from his but it was useless, his grip was like that of a bear trap. You looked to his other hand, where he held five heavy shopping bags effortlessly in his giant palm, how was that even possible?

“Hi, yes-, hello.” Taehyung cooed at the slender sales assistant you hadn’t even noticed approaching you, disappointment washed over her delicate features as her eyes eventually landed on yours and Taehyung’s entwined fingers.
“My girlfriend needs some lingerie, is anybody available?”

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anonymous asked:

maybe could you do a reverse of betty playing with jugheads hair/suspenders and do one where he plays with something on betty (not dirty hehe) and getting all flustered and defensive when he gets caught.

Sure! Thankyou! This is kind of my take on him being in love with her blush, like she was in love with his hair. ***

She was just so damn pretty, it wasn’t fair honestly. How someone that tiny could hold all of that pretty, was beyond him.

She was talking animatedly at the lunch table, hands flailing and lashes fluttering. He could watch her all day, he was content to just stare at Betty Cooper until his eyes hurt and even longer after that.

She was so excited about the new river vixens routine she could hardly stop talking about it, Veronica was equally as excited.
“And then Betty gets to do this sexy as hell booty pop, right B?”

I’m sorry? Booty pop? In front of the whole football team? In that tiny skirt? Well that didn’t sit too well with him. his fingers went to her knee under the table squeezing gently, she looked up and smiled softly before turning back to their group of friends
“It’s not that sexy, it’s just kind of a…bendy thing? Either way, no ones gonna be staring at my butt when they see you walk out Veronica. Especially when you do that split Cheryl’s teaching you.”
She smiled at Veronica raising a brow, that launched the raven haired beauty into a whole other story about lessons at Cheryl’s.

“Bendy thing?” Jughead whispered into Betty’s ear, his fingers tracing the stiff fabric of her cheerleading skirt, sending shivers through her spine
“It’s really nothing juggie. Trust me. Nothing to see here.” She blushed slightly fiddling with his fingers in her lap.

God he loved that blush. he loved the way when she was really flustered it traveled all the way down her chest. He loved the way it was always a light rosy pink when she was being modest and a deep flaming red when he whispered dirty words into her ear late at night. He loved the way it looked on her cheeks when he introduced her to his father as “His girlfriend.”

Reaching his hand up to cup her cheek, he ran a thumb along her rosy flushed cheeks, stroking so softly her eyes closed. “Trust me bets, there’s definitely something to see there.”
Her eyes shot open, her pupils dilated, the breathy noise she exhaled going instantly to his pants.

She reached up and placed her hand over his own covering her cheek. “No one but you Jughead. Only you.” She whispered.
She said those words more often than not, slowly mending his insecurities every time.
He rested his forehead on hers gently.
“I love you.” He said softly
“I love you more.” She replied

“Oww you two are seriously going to give me a cavity with how sweet you are.” Cheryl spoke from across the table, breaking them both out of their bubble. They were all watching the couple, everyone, except Archie, smiling with goofy looks on their faces.

“Must you always eavesdrop on our conversations?” Jughead grumbled, grabbing Betty’s hand and pulling her tighter into him swinging his arm around her, and dropping his head to nuzzle into her neck with a groan.
Betty just giggled, tugging on his hat a little to straighten it out.

“Well it’s not like you try and hide it, we are all single young adults, indulge us. You know we live vicariously through your relationship.” Kevin said popping a grape into his mouth with a grin.

“What about Joaquin?” Jughead asked.
The two boys had gotten extremely close and Kevin often confided in Jughead with things he couldn’t tell the girls.

“Ah, tale as old as time. Distance has not made the heart grow fonder.” Kevin said glumly.

“I’ll talk to him today, he should be at the basketball court in the trailer Park.” Jughead said definitely, leaving no room for argument.

As much as Jughead tried to hide it, he was a genuinely good person, he cared about others so much, Betty reached for her boyfriends face and brought her lips to his, placing a gentle kiss to his mouth.

Jughead pulled away smiling lazily “what was that for?” Betty just shrugged and cuddled into his side.

“No reason, I just love you is all.” She smiled up at him.

He matched her smile and dropped a kiss to her forehead, rolling his eyes playfully

“And I love you, more than the stars and the moon.”