this came out kind of lame

anonymous asked:

Why does Isak have a meme face as his facebook pic? They’re even on his walls. Like, I’m just. Major secondhand embarrassment lol

jkvjkvh leave the kid olooooone 

(but also. even sort of agrees with you. one afternoon, they’re chilling on isak’s bed, their backs to the wall and isak wants to show him this funny viral video he’s seen on facebook. and even sees it, that tobey maguire meme isak uses as his profile picture. and he asks him “is this your profile picture for real?” like he’s almost outraged. and isak just shrugs, like who cares anyway. “i’m really not a fan of tobey maguire as spider-man, like…how old was he when the first movie came out? thirty? grown adults playing teenagers is lame” and isak raises an eyebrow at him “are we really doing this right now?” 

and then even sits with his legs under him, facing isak and he looks at him for a second “your face is my favorite face. honestly this is totally a wasted opportunity” and isak just sighs and shakes his head a little and says “fine, fine, i’ll change it eventually” and now even’s the one raising an eyebrow at him before he reaches for his right pocket and grabs his phone. “just to be sure” 

“eveeeeen” isak kind of pouts at him as even points his phone in his direction. “baby, loosen up” isak can’t help the smile that reaches his eyes when he hears the word. even says  “let me take, like, five. tops” and isak replies “okay, five is fine” and he puts his computer on the floor next to the bed. and then even leans in and kisses him, gentle and slow. when he pulls away, isak’s eyes are half-closed and he whispers “why’d you do that?” and even puts a hand on his cheek and the corner of his lips form a little smile before he says “i love your face after i kiss you. it’s beautiful”  

so even takes five pictures, from different angles. he lifts isak’s chin up at some point, gives him a quick kiss on the jaw. and when he’s done, he hands out his phone to isak. “which one do you like best?” and isak looks at the pictures, pondering. “hmmm, i don’t know” and then he looks at even and says “wait. come here” and even goes to sit next to isak, and isak says “i think i know which one i want”. he opens the camera app, and both he and even appear on the screen. isak leans his head toward even and even understands, does the same 

later, when isak uploads the picture, jonas is the first one to “love” it, and he comments looking good :) and mahdi also likes the picture. and then an hour later, magnus leaves a comment and it says evak <3 . isak and even don’t notice it immediately, because they’re cuddling up and watching a movie. but when isak sees it, a couple of hours later, he shakes his head and lets out a little laugh. the truth is that it actually feels nice to not have that random and meaningless meme he’s had for over a year as his profile picture, it feels nice to want to share this. and when he takes a look at the picture again, and then glances over at even, he thinks to himself yeah, this feels nice)

So this post is going to be about my experience at OUATCHI with the holy goddess that is Lana Parrilla.

I was super nervous about this convention because it was my first big one. I have been to Wizard World twice for one day each and met Bex and Victoria, but this was bigger and better.

After seeing her be the wonderful human she is at the Gold Panel, I immediately booked it downstairs to do my individual and YALL OMFG SHE GIVES THE BEST HUGS. I was shaking and her voice was so soft and she smiled the entire time. I immediately started sobbing as I walked away (thank god not in front of her) and went to collect myself.

I knew from the very beginning of planning this trip I wanted to do a special photo op with Bex and Lana, but unfortunately schedules changed and we traded in for a Colin and Lana duo. Which turned out perfectly because my friend loves Colin and I love Lana, so we basically did a individual.

I was so scared they would yell at me for asking her to hold up my sign. Nauseous really. It was finally our turn and my friend went to Colin and I went to Lana. I got another wonderful hug and slowly said:


The next second was a blur, but the photo was over and as I took back my sign, she not only held onto my hand, she slid it down to my wrist as I walked away and said thank you.

When I saw her later at the autograph session, I was too nervous to speak so my friend was like she came out today thanks to you. And she looked up gasping and was like

“No way! Is that how you really did it?” and I looked at Julie who is grinning like a goofball and laughed and was like “YEAH!” LANA GAVE ME A HIGH FIVE AND SAID “THAT’S SO AMAZING! I’M PROUD! GOOD JOB.”

There was no hesitation with her answer. None whatsoever. Julie was even kind enough to message me some sweet words later on in the evening and I just couldn’t help but cry more.

And I know there are going to be so many people that say that’s lame or are going to judge, but for me, it made my entire life. I cried again walking out of the room feeling like I could breathe again bc I just met my idol and didn’t pass out, but for the first time I felt completely free. Free to be myself.

Batfam Movie Preference Headcanons

Bruce is notorious for having pretty lame taste. He has just about every movie ever made by Tom Selleck, John Grisham, Clint Eastwood, and Alfred Hitchcock. leave him alone, he’s getting old. (they’d never admit it, but the kids don’t find Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil, Her Alibi, and The Rainmaker as egregious as some.)

Dick is kind of an 80’s nostalgia nerd. Steven Spielberg and John Hughes are near the top of the list, because what can he say? he’s a basic bitch. (Jurassic World came out and you bet your ass he was at the premiere)

Babs is EXACTLY the kind of person to watch mysteries just for the pure satisfaction of solving them before the characters do. however, she’ll watch cheesy romcoms when the girls are over and enjoy them just as much. of course, that might just be because Helena and Dinah always bring plenty of wine. (she and Dick compromise on their somewhat conflicting tastes by watching Around the World in 80 Days on their anniversary)

Jason does not give a shit. The Count of Monte Cristo? he owns it. Fame? he owns it. Kingsman: The Secret Service? he owns it. in fact, he owns two different versions of Phantom of the Opera, which probably has something to do with the fact that he hates Gerard Butler as Erik. (when he finds out who stole his copy of RED: Retired and Extremely Dangerous, there will be hell to pay)

Carrie appreciates indie comedies. she leans toward the cute, lesbian ones, but it’s not a hard lean. she owns Steam Powered Giraffe and the Search For the Magical Harp of Golden Dreams on DVD, even though it’s available for free on YouTube. (she was a little disappointed by Yoga Hosers, but she still gave it 5 stars on Netflix)

Tim is a fucking nerd. a nerd with very strong opinions on Star Trek, Star Wars, and pretty much anything else with “Star” in the title. if he wasn’t so busy with everything else, he could write an entire essay on book to movie adaptations and why they Need To Not. (he missed Bruce’s New Year’s Eve party once because he was trying to watch all of the Tolkien movie adaptations despite this. the last Hobbit movie had finally come out, what was he supposed to do?)

Stephanie is all in for horror movies. bad ones are great. good ones are great. just as long as the female characters kick ass, or she has something to laugh at, she’s happy. (“no, I don’t want to watch Bloody Pit Of Horror, Stephanie,” is a phrase everyone has used at least once.)

Cassandra is very visual. she prefers ballet to films, but she has an appreciation for silent movies. but, since good ones are typically in short supply, she’s usually okay with anything without too much sound and dialogue. (the day she found A Trip to the Moon on Netflix was a very, very good day.)

Duke is an action movie buff. he likes the older ones, like The Karate Kid, but he’ll watch anything once. especially if it involves Jackie Chan. (his favorite movie, however, is The Goonies.)

Damian admits nothing about movie preferences. he’s above things like that. or so he claims. everyone always leaves a spot on the couch for him, knowing full well he’ll show up sooner or later. (he absolutely did NOT cry when the lion in Secondhand Lions died, thank you very much, Todd!)

the one movie everyone can always agree on is The Princess Bride. Bruce eventually had to buy several copies of it, because the one he had initially kept getting swiped from the Manor. one time, it actually turned up at Clark’s. wtf, Clark?

anonymous asked:

prompt- Chloe takes max to a punk concert, they get into a mosh, max punches Chloe out

Hella Thrashing

“Ready for the mosh pit, shaka brah!”

No, she was in fact so not ready.

Max realized her mistake all too late once she and Chloe arrived at the punk concert out of town. Sure, Max has seen concerts before but they were all behind the safety of a screen as she watched live recordings in preparation for this. Well that was stupid since no amount of hours watching could have possibly prepared her for the hellhole she so willing jumped into. She’s seen bigger venues in videos but that didn’t mean she could handle the smaller but still dauntingly large ones. Did she already mention the insane amount of people? It was amazing and suffocating at the same time. There’s seriously too many people crammed in here and she could have sworn that there’s more people here than there is in Arcadia Bay.

And Chloe wanted them to dive headfirst then swim right in until they were near the stage which was the only place where she could actually see the floor.

“I don’t know about this, Chloe.” Max confessed with her left hand consciously rubbing her right arm. She looked just as much as she felt and she felt like a defenseless human being about to get tossed into a pit filled with more humans than she’s comfortable with. Even worse, it’s a mosh pit. “I think it’ll be safer to just chill here in the back.”

“And miss out on all the fun? Lame!” Chloe scoffed at her as if she expected this reaction. She probably did. But it’s not like that’s going to stop her. “We came here to thrash. We didn’t drive out here for an hour just so we could quietly admire the view of the backs of people clearly having a good time. While we’re busy staying safe and boring, they’re punk and living dangerously!”

“Well living dangerously is kind of like the leading cause of not living. Literally.” Max joked and she hoped that with enough charm, Chloe would buy it. Of course hope and expectations were two different things and she’s learned so far to lower expectations around people especially when it came to Chloe and good decisions.

“Stop being so chickenshit, Max. It’s just a concert. It’s not going to kill you.” Chloe clapped her on the back encouragingly and then started dragging Max by the hand into the crowd of people. Max may have planted her feet on the ground but damn, Chloe’s packing guns with that incredible grip strength. “Besides, you asked for this. I know this isn’t exactly your scene but you’re the one who begged me to take your bony ass here. So sue me for being such a good friend.”

“Best friend.” Max corrected with a smile.

Chloe flashed her a toothy grin. “And best friends make stupid decisions together all the time.”

They dive deeper into the crowd and it’s kind of mind-blowing how they could possibly squeeze through barriers made of people when it looks like there’s hardly enough space to breathe. Max is pretty sure she’s made enough physical contact to last her a lifetime’s worth. They got a lot of glares and hand gestures for shoving in between people. Max ducked her head all throughout with muttered apologies while Chloe held her head high as if she owned the place and returned comments with her own colorful vocabulary. The deeper they headed, the more people there was seemingly cemented by their numbers. Once they got close enough to the stage and stopped, Max thought she could finally breathe in relief. Oh, how naive she was. They didn’t call it a pit for nothing. She could barely move in there and it was so hard to breathe. In th midst of Max’ suffocation, she worried about how worse it would get once the actual thrashing started.

“Is it…” She wheezed and then she had to gather her breath to yell loudly enough because not even she could hear herself. “Is it always this… intense?”

“You wish!” Chloe barked out a short laugh. “The show hasn’t even started yet. Don’t tell me you’re already quitting on me because I busted my ass just to get this spot and I’m not giving it up until the concert’s over.”

As much as Max wanted to tell her that she may have reached her limit long before that, she knew how much Chloe had looked forward to this. She’s not going to ruin this for her. And besides, as much as Max wasn’t into it, she was kind of looking forward to this too. Hanging out with Chloe always resulted in fun- reckless and bordering illegal fun but fun nonetheless. “Are you kidding me? I came here to thrash!”

What was it that Chloe said before? Best friends make stupid decisions together. Yeah, that one.

The band was loud. There was no other way to describe their music since Max could barely listen to the finer details when the speakers blared way too much than necessary. She honestly couldn’t tell if the music was that good but holy shit did she feel awesome. It was unlike anything she’s ever experienced before. Even the shy hipster Max could hear her inner punk calling or more like shouting. She could kind of understand why Chloe would like going to these kind of events. It really was something. Everyone was just full of life, too much life even, and it felt like there was literal energy in the air that even Max felt the buzz in her head. It was a low grumble at first but by the second song, it had everyone roaring.

“Aw, yeah! Let’s hella thrash!” Chloe whooped and that was the closest thing to a warning that Max was going to get before chaos ensued.

The whole world started to move but that made it sound like it was tame. No, this was no tame slight movement, this was wild thrashing and bodies colliding. With every hit, it energized the people and pretty much everyone around her were overcharged batteries dishing out at each other. And poor Max was being swept by the mosh pit that’s become like a force of nature, uncontrollable and unrelentling. She even got shoved to the side at some point, her arm out and ready to rewind, but before she could regain her bearings, someone had pushed her again. And that’s how Max accidentally clocked someone in the middle of a mosh pit.

When Max turned around to check on her partner and then turned again to check just who she decked, it’s only then that she connected the two.

“Holy shit! Chloe!” Max swore out loud as she dove after her fallen friend courtesy of her fault. “Sorry! I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to! There was just so many things happening at once and I panicked and-” She rambled on just spouting what came in to her mind. She wasn’t thinking at all, she was just talking and apologizing. It even took her a second to remember that she had time powers and make everything better. She raised her hand. “You know what, I’m just gonna-”

“Don’t!” Chloe hissed as she grabbed onto Max’s arm tighter than usual. Her voice was so low and easily drowned by the noise but Max heard the seriousness in her tone loud and clear. “Just. Don’t.”

“I’m so sorry, Chloe. I didn’t mean to. I swear it was an accident.” Max apologized again because one, she honestly meant it and two, she’s never heard Chloe with that tone before at least not at her. She did not want to incur her best friend’s wrath. “I fucked up. I’m going to rewind and make the pain go away, okay?”

Chloe’s grip on her tightened and as she pulled her in, she ordered, “Don’t you dare rewind that punch.”

“What? I already feel bad about it. I swear I’m going to tell you about it after I rewind! I just don’t want you to end up sporting that bruise.” Max half-explained and half-pleaded. She seriously messed up and Chloe didn’t want to let anyone of them forget. Max bit her lip as her eyes begged her to reconsider. “I fricking punched you, Chloe.”

“And it was one hella punch.” Chloe answered with that same deathly tone. And then the punk did the wildest thing and smirked devilishly. “You do me proud, Mad Max.”

Max blinked, confused. “What?”

“Cute. You seriously don’t know how a mosh works.” Chloe laughed, it was such a relief to hear that and easily the tenion was lifted. She then not so lightly punched Max at her shoulder. Max winced. Well that actually hurt. She was about to whine about it but then remembered that she did punch Chloe just seconds before. Chloe just laughed harder at Max’s face and gave her a clap on the back for good measure. “There. Now we’re even.”

“Wowsers.” Max let out a relieved breath and even found herself smiling again despite her nerves. “We just punched each other. Does that mean we’re bonded for life now?”

“Totally. Forever.” Chloe readily answered and even hit the sore spot again much to Max’s annoyance and pain. She was definitely enjoying this. “Now that we’re bonded, our first post-bonding activity is you helping me get back in there.” She gestured to the mosh pit that looked more like a storm of violence. “I’m going to fucking kick that asshole who groped me. I know the bastard’s in there somewhere. Come on, Max. Let’s fucking raise hell.”

“You mean hella?” Max quipped with a pun that she may have been saving for a while now.

“Did you just say my patented word? I am such a good bad influence on you.” Chloe’s grin was absolutely dazzling and her purpling bruise brought out her teeth quite attractively. “Welcome to the mosh pit, sistah!”

It was the most awesome mosh pit Max has ever gotten in to. Hella hardcore. She’s not going to another one anytime soon though since Chloe could get pretty intense and violent when given the chance. 

Besides, she’d rather crash at the after-party than thrash.

↳ You Were Always There [Moonbin] 0.1

Author: honey-bts
Pairing: Moonbin / You
Word Count: 1285
Summary: You have grown up only knowing times when Moonbin was there. As you grew up, your thoughts of Moonbin changed. Your brother’s best friend is now prime crush material in your eyes.

From the time you were a toddler, you remember your older brother Samuel’s friends being there. Although all 7 boys varied in age, living in the same neighbourhood left the opportunity open for lots of playdates and sleepovers. Seeing as they were always around, as you grew up you grew to tolerate them, and your tolerating their company turned into enjoying their company.

All 6 boys were great in different ways. They all were kind to you, and thought of you as Samuel’s adorable little sister.

The oldest Myungjun was loud and rambunctious. He cracked jokes often, most of them lame, and it was extremely endearing to you. He came over occasionally just to drive you and your brother to eat somewhere since he was the only one out of the group that had had his driver's’ license long enough to drive multiple people around.

The second eldest Jinwoo was a little more calm than the aforementioned boy, and was often very sweet to you, even helping you with your homework when your brother refused to.

Dongmin was mister happy smiles always, and liked to play his new music finds for you in the kitchen as you did your homework at the island. He also loved to come over to your house to swim laps around everyone else in the pool in your backyard.

Rocky was only a bit older than you but he could eat twice as much as you. He could manage to eat so much though because he was a diligent dancer that practiced often. He was your best friend and confidant.

Sanha was just a few months younger than you, and you two got along great. The adorable young giant was sweet and enthusiastic, and loved to play his guitar often, asking you to accompany him with your singing at bonfires you all held.

Last but not least, Moonbin. Moonbin, who drove you crazy. Not in a “he’s so annoying way” but in a “he makes your heart race way”.

You didn’t know when you started to fall for him. Maybe it was when you were 11, and he helped you build sand castles on your family summer vacation he tagged along on. Maybe it was when you were 14, and he stood up for you when boys in your grade were teasing and bothering you. He was only a bit taller and bigger than the boys messing with you, but he was almost two years older than them, and he held himself in a way that made him seem like he could do anything he set his mind to.

Maybe it was now, when you were 16, and he was about to turn 18, and graduate high school. It was now an hour before prom. All of the boys, minus Moonbin, as well as you and your friends Sera and Kara were sitting in the living room of your home.

You looked over as the door to the guest bedroom opened, and Moonbin came out, smiling a bit shyly. You felt your mouth become a bit dry as you looked at him in his suit. Of course Moonbin was always handsome, but him in the suit made your heart race, and a vision of you dancing with him, dressed to match flashed in your head.

Then you remembered why his shirt was blue. To match the dress of the girl he was going with. A sweet girl named Tiana who seemed to really like him. You felt the smile melt off your face a bit until Rocky wrapped an arm around you and gently massaged your arm as if to say calm down, you’re being obvious.

You relaxed your muscles and leaned into him a bit, taking comfort in him. Rocky was your best friend, and probably the only person you trusted telling about your crush on Moonbin. Although he teased you in private, he always had your back and helped you keep your cool in public.

Everyone except for you and Rocky had flocked to Moonbin, straightening his tie and brushing nonexistent dust off his suit.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when Rocky poked your arm in the midst of his mini massage. Lifting your head off his shoulder, you glared at him before he nodded towards Moonbin.

You looked over and saw everyone was looking at you. Moonbin seemed nervous and expectant. You looked at them blankly. What was with the staring?

Sera noticed your blank look and spoke up.

“Kara asked if you think Moonbin looks handsome in his suit”.

You nodded and said ,”Yeah, he looks very nice. I’m sure Tiana will be impressed”.

Moonbin gave one of his cute eye smiles and you felt your heart break just a little more. You knew you would eventually get over your crush, but he was not making it easy.

Just then the doorbell rings, and you tried to put on a cheerful appearance as Moonbin went to answer the door for Tiana. She walked in looking stunning, a smile on her face and a gleam in her eyes.

Pictures were taken of the cute couple, and everyone proceeded to the yard to wave them off as they got into the limo Moonbin had rented.

You watched from the doorway, hanging back from the rest of the group. You smiled softly as Tiana and Moonbin waved. You had to admit, they looked good together.

You walked back in the house, going to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

Dongmin walked in after you, glancing at you warily.

“Are you ok? You seem a bit… down”.

“I’m fine Dongmin. Just a bit stupid I suppose. I want things I can’t have”.

A look of understanding passed across Dongmin’s face.

“This is about Moonbin isn’t it? I had a feeling you like him”.

You sighed and downed your glass of water in a couple of big cups. Sighing, you set your glass down and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, giving a small hiccup.

“Yeah. Yeah, it is. I don’t know why I’m so stupid. He’s going off to college. I’m still going to be in high school. He’s my brother’s friend. He’s interested in someone else. There are some many things that would prevent us to happen. Somehow, I manage to still like him”, you said, running a hand down your face in exasperation.

“Crushes just happen I think. Even if it’s inconvenient timing and an unfortunate circumstance, they’re your raw feelings. Don’t suppress them too much. He may be your brother’s friend, but he’s your friend too. He is someone who values honesty. I’m not saying tell him while he’s with someone else, but you don’t want to regret not saying anything to him 10 years down the road”.

“I suppose you’re right”, you say, glancing up at him as he came to stand beside you.

“Don’t let this eat you up inside. You’re a sweet girl, if he doesn’t reciprocate your feelings, someone else will later on. Don’t rush love. You’re still young”.

“Hey! You’re only a few years older than me, stop acting so wise”, you said, jumping up and latching your arms around his neck, hanging off of him like a monkey. He lost his balance for a second but ended up suffocating you in a hug and carrying you to the living room to sit with everyone else.

You arrived in the living room to everyone playing taking turns playing Mario Kart and felt your worries fade away. Why were you worrying about your feelings toward Moonbin? Regardless, you had a great group of friends and you needed to enjoy your time with them first and foremost.


I was actually unplanned; came as a surprise to my parents. My mom found out she was pregnant with me about three months into her pregnancy. Honestly, it’s kind of a lame argument to say “but what if you were aborted???” Like obviously nothing? I wouldn’t be here right now. But you know what? That would’ve been my mother’s choice. I love my mom enough to respect that choice.

Don’t bring my fucking mom into your shitty arguments.

anonymous asked:

Can you do something for a younger brother of 2D? no idea how you'd do this but the idea is cute!

aw cute!! stu would be a good older brother lmao– his name is going to be Marvel because i feel like it suits the Pot family


  • When he was a kid, 2D used to have a younger brother named Marvel. He isn’t with us anymore, but he was a great little kid.
  • When Stu was about 7, his brother was nearly 4. They used to draw with chalk in the driveway, making racetracks for their toys, and houses and bases for their action figures. 
  • Since the Pot family was always really close, and there was never really a “falling-out” of any of the family members, per se. They always used to have family breakfast’s and dinners, and the whole family played Monopoly on Saturday nights if everybody was unoccupied. Stu always let Marvel be the silver dog, because it was his favorite piece.
  • Since Stuart and Marvel were pretty close, when Stu used to hang out with his friends, Marvel would as well. Stu’s friends sometimes disapproved since it was kind of lame of him to do so, and it wasn’t until the gang started to smoke when Stu told Marvel not to hang out with them anymore. It was more for the sake of not getting in trouble and ratted out, but Stu also didn’t want to be a bad influence.
  • The boys shared a room for their whole entire lives. Fights between the two usually started over a simple “You took my ____!”, but it was rare when quarrels came up.
  • Stu introduced Marvel to music when he got his first keyboard, a tiny Cassio, but Marvel was never really interested. He liked bugs and creepy-crawlies more, so music was irrelevant. He wouldn’t get mad when Stu sang and played the keyboard until the late hours of the night, though.
  • When Marvel passed away, the whole Pot family was devastated, especially Stu. A while after the funeral, Stuart fell out of a tree at age 11, turning his hair blue. When he was 19, Murdoc hit him with his car, causing him to become basically braindead. When Stu was concussed for the second time because of Murdoc frickin Niccals, he came back to terms with his memories… Expect that Marvel Pot was never remembered.
  • Stu doesn’t remember that he even had a brother, and even though his parents have mentioned Marvel to him thousands of times, Stu doesn’t believe them.

angst who? i tried making this cute, and for the most part it is haha

PMS, Red Wine, and Dr. Seuss

Characters: Sam, Dean, Reader

When a brutal case of PMS sidelines you on a salt and burn, you decide to self medicate with a bottle of wine. Sam and Dean come back to find you reading children’s books, talking in verse, and talking about what you want to do to Sam..

PMS reared her nasty, bitchy head on Tuesday.  Three weeks out of the month, the boys thought you were great.  Dean thought you were hot as hell, brave, and as badass a hunter as he had ever met.  Sam thought you were beautiful, funny, smart, and a great researcher.  Three weeks out of the month.  The other week, you turned into the spawn of Satan.  You were moody, cranky, short-tempered, and just generally impossible to live with.

When you had first started hunting with Sam and Dean, they were totally perplexed.  Being boys, they were kind of clueless about “Woman Stuff”.

“Y/N, Are you feeling okay?” Sam asked innocently.

“Well Sam, my back hurts, and I am as bloated as a dead cow. Thanks for asking.” You said sarcastically.

“I……uh…….okay.” He finished lamely as he retreated to the safety of the library.

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MONSTA X  Wonho 'Something to Believe In' Pt 1

A/N: This may be the first of a thing. I swore I’d never do another multi-chapter fic. But then Wonho happened. There is more of this living in my head. If people seem to like it, I might continue. ^^

Edit: PART 2


You’d been working as a camera operator for Starship a few months now. As a new hire they tested your skills on commercials and few interviews here and there. Everyday stuff, really. Luckily before you could die from boredom they decided they liked your work. Soon after they sent you to be a permanent member of the Monsta X filming crew.

Faced with new filming challenges it was everything you’d hoped it would be. It was exhilarating. Every day was different and that’s what you loved. But there was a lot of down time too. Sometimes it was tedious as you waited for the guys to get out of make up or for lighting to get lamps positioned just right. Of course you used that time to maintain your equipment, but there was only so much you had to do.

Slowly you moved from polite interaction to making friends with people. Everybody from the staff mingled together, from PDs to coordis, even the group joined in. It made sense really. They weren’t the only ones on the road all the time, you all were in this venture together. Your world had become this vastly insulated circle of seeing mostly the same people day after day so it was natural to become familiar with one another. You liked to think you had a decent rapport with most everybody. Almost everybody that is, except one.


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malatov01  asked:

Was browsing the WoT tag and saw the 'What would you do with a pet forsaken" question and a thought came to me. What the hell was Asmodean doing until lanfear bugged him into creeping on Rand? Was he just sitting around moping and listening to music? Everyone else is some ambitious loon with a complex but Asmo just kind of... Hangs out? I know he's a legendary figure of evil but it's lame and petty evil. Here's to you Emodean.

Well, he knew old songs of Manetheren, so I would be willing to bet that he did indeed spend a significant amount of time moping around and listening to music. New music. Old music? New old music? Time is confusing and he just wants a properly-tuned harp and some time to hear what came of the last Age of music (he was promised endless Ages of music, but what is that promise worth if he spends those Ages in silent darkness?) and Lanfear what are you doing here I said I didn’t want to go to the desert the air there is bad for stringed instruments and–okay, fine, but I want my own wagon.

Any last wishes?

Genre: Smut, Mafia!BTS

Word count: 2,5 k

Pairing: Reader x Jimin

A/N: I suddendly had this idea for a smut and I’m not a writer, I can’t even write but the idea couldn’t go to waste, so I had to write it. This is pretty unrealistic and sarcastic. I have tried to correct all grammar errors. Go easy on me I never wrote anything but I loved the idea.

Summary: You are abducted by the mafia on your way home but it turns out that you are useless to them. The only option is killing you but they will grant you one last wish before death. Your mouth decides quicker than your brain.

When you opened your eyes it was pitch black. You stared in the black void for a moment before realizing it was some kind of satin cloth that someone put over your head. Trying to move your hands you were disappointed, they were tied behind your back and your legs were tied to the chair as well.

Your shift in the coffee shop had just ended and you were on your way home. Checking your phone it told you it was already 10 pm. It was freezing cold and dark and you were in a really bad mood. University was hard, you had a shit load of work to do, but you also needed to work to pay your rent. All in all everything was pretty miserable and you were cursing under your breath about the cold when all of a sudden a black car pulled up next to you.

‘If this was a bad movie now would be the time the main protagonist gets abducted’ you thought to yourself when two men got out of the car and started walking towards you. One man tightly gripped you and put a hand over your mouth before you could start screaming, the other injected something in your arm. And then the world went black for you.

And now you were here. Wherever that was. You should be freaking out, crying or screaming hysterically, but you sat there with no reaction from your body. You even had to laugh at how ironical your last thoughts on that street were. ‘Now is not the time for some lame jokes, I’m probably gonna fucking die in here’ you thought to yourself but there was no kind of normal reaction appropriate to the situation. This must be some kind of really bad shock like when you don’t feel pain after an accident because of the adrenalin.

Someone came towards you and the cloth was yanked from your head. At first you saw nothing but after a moment your eyes had adjusted to the light. You were in some kind of dimly lit warehouse. A few meters in front of you stood a man, platinum blonde hair, black suit, fox like eyes. God he was one hell of an attractive man, how sad you had to die so soon. A bit further in the back was an even more attractive man with the same kind of suit. You were pretty sure now that you had been abducted by some kind of mafia clan, a very well dressing one. He had broad shoulders and looked like every mothers dream son-in-law. On the right next to you was a third man kneeling on the floor with a few boxes searching for something. His hair was dark brown, could’ve been black, it was dimly lit. He looked way younger than the two others but not any less attractive. Even though he was the youngest he looked like he would be able to kill you with one punch. And you would so let him do that.

”Why am I here?” Your voice sounded way weaker than you had thought but that wouldn’t matter anyways. “You,“ the blonde man spoke in a low and raspy voice “are here because you could have seen something today that would help us a lot.“

Did this man just say could? They took you without any valid reason?

“All I’ve seen today that anyone would consider mildly remarkable was a man spilling coffee on his pants and that was about it for my exciting day.“

“Ohh we have a funny one here.“ a fourth man entered the room behind you, a bright smile on face. The others weren’t impressed.

“Did you see this man?“ a picture of someone was practically pushed into your face. You stared at it for a minute but you had never seen the man. Which was a shame, he was really attractive, really tall with silver hair. You shook your head and the blonde one asked a few more questions you couldn’t answer.

“Well if you know nothing that could help us we don’t have any use for you.“ What a predictable turn of events. You would die here, in an old rusty warehouse. There were to many things you wanted to do in your life. You had never been to  a concert of your favorite band, you had never left the continent, hell, you even never had had sex before.

This was frustrating and the hysterical panic still wouldn’t kick in.

“Any last wishes before you die?“ the blonde asked fumbling with his gun.

“To not die as a fucking virgin.“

It took you about five seconds to realize that you didn’t think that quietly in your head only for yourself, but had said it loudly for everyone in the room to hear. No wonder everyone was staring at you. You felt your face heat up, blushing heavily.  

“We can arrange that.“ the blonde said putting his gun down and picking up his phone.

“I still have to do some things anyways, Hoseok, Jungkook, you’re coming with me, Jin you wait here until Jimin arrives. I’ll be back in a few hours…“

He walked towards you stroking his fingers over you cheek “…and then I have to sadly kill you my dear. It’s really a waste you were so entertaining.“

The two men apparently called Jungkook and Hoseok were on their way out of the warehouse, yelling for the blonde one who was named Yoongi.

“What is your name by the way?“ Yoongi asked you. “y/n“ you answered still a bit confused about what was actually going on here.

„Beautiful name.“ were the last word you heard before the three men left. Jin was the only one remaining in the room but he didn’t pay the slightest bit of attention to you. This all seemed like some kind of sick joke but honestly this whole day had been pretty fucked up.

About 5 minutes passed until you heard the door open and a quite enthusiastic voice say “I heard someones last wish needs to be granted and Yoongi thought I would be the perfect man for it.“

He was tall, not as tall as Jin but still tall. His hair was bright orange and his eyes turned into crescent moons when he smiled, what he did very brightly, quite unfitting for your situation.

“She said she wants to lose her virginity before she dies.“ Jin informed Jimin uninterested.

“Yoongi was right I am the perfect man for it. I’m Jimin.“ he said to you whilst cutting the ties on your legs and hands. It was ridiculous and unreal but Yoongi didn’t seem like the guy who would be kidding and Jimin was attractive.

Fuck it you had nothing to loose anyways.

Jimin was already dragging you out of the door and Jin still seemed completely unfazed.

You sat in a nice expensive black car driving through the part of the city where only people with too much money on their hands could afford to live. He dragged you through the entrance of a tall building, mostly consisting of floor to ceiling windows. He pushed you into the elevator and held some kind of key card in front of the scanner. ‘Penthouse’ lit up on the display and the elevator started moving.

It wasn’t very spacious to start with but Jimin made sure to stand as close as possible to you staring at you with a dark gaze. “So tell me y/n your last wish before you would die was really to fuck someone? Out of all the things you could pick, that was the thing you first thought of?“ You shifted uncomfortable under his gaze, trying to get some space between you two but he just caged you with his arms against the wall.

“I didn’t mean to say it out loud.“ you weakly defended yourself as if that would make any difference. He lowered his head until his mouth was right next to your ear and whispered “Well your wish will be granted, you will not only ‘not die as a virgin’, you will also die after the best experience of your life.“

He smirked down at you right as the elevator announced that you had arrived in the penthouse and the doors opened. It was a beautiful open space, one wall seemed to be entirely windows and you could see the cityscape with all the light up windows and neon billboards. But you didn’t have much time to admire the view, Jimin already had grabbed your hand and pushed you against the wall.

“Hey now it’s time to pay attention to me, I’ll fuck you later against the window then you can try and admire the view.“

His voice was so low compared to earlier and he looked at you like he would want to eat you up alive. Not that you would care, at this point you would do whatever Jimin wanted without thinking twice.

He tilted his head to press his lips at yours. The kiss wasn’t gentle or slow, he was rough and eager and it easily was the best kiss you’ve ever had. His tongue explored every corner of your mouth. He eventually started a trail of kisses over your neck down to your collarbones, sucking some pretty purple hickies onto your skin. You couldn’t stop yourself from softly moaning his name. He chuckled at you reaction pulling away and looking you right into the eyes.

“Where should I fuck you first baby? Right here against the wall? On the kitchen counter? Against the window? Or would you like to take it traditionally for your first time to the bedroom?“

By the way he stared at you you wouldn’t be able to say something but luckily Jimin didn’t need an answer. “Bedroom it is.“ He ordered you to jump and wrap your legs around his waist so he could carry you to the bedroom. It was simply decorated and kept mostly in black and white. You were pushed on the giant bed with white satin sheets and some fluffy white pillows.

Jimin crawled up to you from the end of the bed until he was hovering over you. He didn’t waste any time, kissing and sucking on your neck. He reached your collarbones and grazed his teeth lightly over them. “Jimin” you whined and he smirked leaving small love bites all over your them. His hands roamed over your entire body and he tugged at the hem of your shirt signalizing you to take it off. You pulled it over your head and he was reaching behind your back to unclasp your pink lace bra in one swift motion. He probably had a lot of practice.

Your pants needed to come of as well as his shirt, so you were left only in your panties. “Good choice, pink is one of my favorite colors on a girls underwear.”

He left a pretty big hicky right in the valley of your breast and then focused on your left nipple by sucking at it gently. It felt like heaven and you couldn’t stop yourself from moaning his name over and over. He took your right nipple between his fingers and played with it whilst sucking rougher at your left one. You wrapped your legs around him trying to pull him closer. He stopped, smirking at you.

“Eager aren’t we? So tell me princess, tell me exactly what I should do.“

You blushed slightly unsure of how to word what you wanted. Jimin came to help you out, he stared at your blushed face slipping his hand further until he reached your lovely pink lace panties

“Do you want me here? Do you want me to touch with my fingers?“ He stroked softly over your panties and a whine escaped you. “Or with my mouth?“ He lowered his head down and kissed your core over your panties.

“Y-Yes please“ was the only thing you could bring out and he slowly hooked his fingers in your panties and pulled them down.

“You’re dripping wet before I even really started“ he stated and starting circling your clit. It felt a hundred times better than your own fingers. His fingers weren’t very long but still long enough to reach up to the perfect spot when he slowly pushed a finger inside, pumping it in and out a few times, then adding another finger. You were a moaning mess under his touch and he seemed to love it.

“Look at me“ he demanded but you couldn’t open your eyes. It was too much pleasure.

That called for more drastic actions Jimin decided and lowered his mouth right over your clit. His fingers stilled inside you and he gently took it in his mouth and started sucking. A long, loud moan was drawn from your lips and your eyes finally opened, only to see Jimin with his head between your legs smirking and picking up pace with his fingers.

“J-Jimin I…“

“Trust me I know baby, just let go.“

Your vision went white and it was like seeing millions of stars dancing around whilst you clenched around his fingers that just wouldn’t slow down.

“Jimin you know that I’m done?“ you asked, voice shaking.

“I know princess, but I’m not.“ His head was dangerously close to your heat again and you were whining in oversensetivity. Jimin finally removed his fingers only to replace them with his tongue. He trusted in a quick pace pushing as far as he could. You were already close to your second orgasm when he put his fingers back on your clit rubbing it frantically.

Your voice was becoming hoarse, his name constantly leaving your lips and you gripped his hair. After you came down from your second high he looked at you satisfied with himself.

“I think you’re ready now.“

“I think I’m ready for about half an hour now“ you mumbled impatiently watching him taking off any remaining item of clothing.

“Oh is that so?“ he asked hovering over you again with an evil smirk present. “Then you should have no problem with my big cock, huh?“

He entered you slowly, after all he knew that this was your first time, but you felt so good and tight around his cock that it took every inch of self control for him to not fuck you into the mattress.

“Fuck… J-Jimin…“ left your mouth too often to count. He was moaning and grunting as well, kissing you passionately or leaving little love bites all over your neck.

“J-Jimin…I’m g..getting close.” You panted. “Pl..please go..f..faster.” You begged. „I know baby just hold on a little longer“ Jimin thrusted roughly into your core a few more times, before the both of you released simultaneously.

The whole building had probably heard you but you didn’t seem to care. Panting Jimin pulled out of you and laid down on the bed.

“Jimin… I don’t think I want to die yet.“ you whispered when you finally caught your breath again.

He stared at you for a moment and there was something glinting in his eyes that told you that he didn’t want you to die as well.

“First of all I promised earlier I would fuck you against the window so you could enjoy the view and I always keep my promises. And second I’ll talk to Yoongi about this whole killing you situation because I’m not ready to let you go already. There are so many places where I need to fuck you and 2 hours are not enough, even for me.“  

Everlark First Kiss: Blue on Grey

I’ve been wanting to participate in all the THG stuff that’s been going on since the movie came out, but I’ve been lame and too busy to contribute (and just when I think things are about to calm down for me THEY DON’T). So I’m going to participate in @everlarkedalways Everlark in Love week by submitting their first kiss in Blue on Grey, because at least it’s something.

He smiles a kind of crooked smile. “Are you complimenting me?”

“Never,” I shoot back. “I’m just saying that for a Yankee-“

“Still hung up on that, huh?” he interjects, and I’m taken aback to notice the frustration etched on his features.

“We just don’t care too much for them around here,” I say in a small voice, suddenly feeling bad.

“I’ve noticed.”

“So to actually thank one of you is… it’s-“ I’m struggling to find my words, but it doesn’t matter because Peeta leans in and stops them with a kiss. I’m completely taken aback at first, but as he brings a hand to tip my chin up so that my lips are better angled against his, nothing can stop the warmth that surges through me. My hands find their way up to his chest where they curl against it, resting there.

We finally break apart, though only slightly so, and our foreheads rest against each other. We’re both slightly panting.

“Sorry. You were saying?” he asks me with a grin.

“Just… I was saying… consorting too much with a Yankee would be social suicide here.” And he kisses me again, bringing a hand up to cup my face, while I wrap my arms around his neck.

“Social suicide, huh?” he asks me between kisses, and I nod the best I can through the haze overtaking my mind.

a wolfstar valentine’s day headcanon i just pulled out of my ass
  • they didn’t get together until near the end of sixth year, and so the first valentine’s day to happen when they’re a couple isn’t until seventh year
  • and ofc they are big cynical losers about it
  • or at least that’s how they act
  • bc sirius has his Very Punk and Very Cool reputation to uphold, and, “roses and chocolates aren’t punk rock, moony.” (“ok, but chocolate is always punk rock?” “you’re just saying that so i’ll buy you more chocolate, you don’t need anymore.”) 
  • (but secretly, all sirius really wants to do is plan some grand, incredibly sappy gesture to sweep remus off his feet, but he’s pretty sure remus would rather die)
  • and remus, the Very Sarcastic and Very Cynical kid that he is, spends half his time talking about how valentine’s day is just a way for shops to capitalize on people’s emotions. (”did you see how many people were crammed in honeydukes last year because of all the valentine’s day specials? it’s disgusting.”)
  • (but secretly, all remus wants is to be swept off his feet by some grand, incredibly sappy gesture, but he’s pretty sure it wouldn’t ever even cross sirius’ mind)
  • so they resolutely decide, bc they are lying fools, that they want Nothing To Do With Valentine’s Day, and subsequently become that couple (you know what i’m talking about, we all know that couple irl)
  • buuut the problem is, everyone else is totally doing something for valentine’s day
  • bc james is dating lily now, and he doesn’t care how lame it is, he’s gonna go all the fuck out with the sap and romance, man, “i’ve waited seven years for this, i’m not fucking it up”
  • and even peter has a date with some fifth year hufflepuff who he’s been flirting with during herbology
  • so remus and sirius are kind of stuck by themselves in the common room, while everyone is off making out in deserted corridors, and taking romantic walks on the grounds, and it’s kind of obnoxious, bc the house elves apparently came into the common room last night and now there are just. hearts. fucking everywhere. so many heart decorations, it’s a disaster
  • and usually remus and sirius would be all about taking advantage of an empty common room, but they vowed to have Nothing To Do With Valentine’s Day, and they’re pretty sure macking on each other falls under the realm of “stereotypical valentine’s day activities” sooo
  • after a while, once they’ve been sitting there awhile, being boring party poopers, sirius pipes up with, “haha, what a dumb holiday”
  • remus agrees with a, “yeah, what saps”
  • cue awkward laughter
  • cue awkward looking away from each other
  • cue awkward clearing of throats
  • “ajsdklfdja,” sirius mumbles after a minute
  • “come again?”
  • “i got asldkjsdal,” he still doesn’t quite say, and remus is like, what are you saying??
  • so sirius sighs a veeeery dramatic sigh, holds up a finger, goes up into the dorm, and reemerges a second later with something behind his back
  • “so like, i know valentines day is just a capitalist ploy,” he says in a mad rush. “and i know, you know, we’re way cooler than all those other sappy couples who fall into the valentine’s day trap, and i don’t want to upset the balance of the universe by doing something corny and romantic, but, uh…” 
  • he holds out a big. fucking. box. filled with chocolate. shaped like a goddamn heart.
  • “i got you chocolate,” he says
  • and remus swooooons
  • like, he has about five seconds where he tries really hard to make some cynical remark, but he can’t, bc they vowed Not To Have Anything To Do With Valentine’s Day, but sirius got him something for it anyway, and remus is secretly the biggest romantic in the world, and plus it’s chocolate, and really, he just never had a chance, you know? 
  • they make out for like two hours
  • (bc there are some nice, non-sappy perks to valentine’s day)
  • and they do nothing but heart eyes at each other for like, 48 hours straight, to the point where even james is like, “guys, love each other a little less, okay??”
  • and basically they love valentine’s day
  • and each other
  • and are sappy losers
  • the end
History class || Robin! Jason x Reader.

 A/N : To the requester who asked for “ reader and jason meeting in school and falling for eachother “ i assumed you meant Robin!Jason and this is kinda what i assumed he would be like. 

You huffed in boredom as your teacher droned on and on about some old history lesson. Drumming your fingers on your desk you looked up at the clock and resisted the urge to groan , when you saw that there was still an half hour left before this lesson got over and you could go home and sleep, because that’s exactly what you felt like doing right now , sleeping.


Your head snapped up to look where the noise came from, only for your eyes to meet Jason’s blue ones . He was leaning way too close and you felt your cheeks burn up at the proximity.

“Get yourself together , he’s just sitting next to you “ you chastised yourself but to no avail , your cheeks still felt hot and you were involuntarily smiling at Jason. Again. This little school girl crush was getting kind of out of hand here. But seriously , there really was nothing you could do about it. Every time he made a snide remark or cracked a lame joke , you’d find yourself smiling widely at him or worse yet when he’d talk to you , you could literally feel yourself become a blushing mess , it was terrible , your cheeks would feel hot , your throat dry and  you would suddenly lose the ability to form coherent sentences , reducing you to a blushing , stuttering mess.

“What , Jason ?” you whispered harshly , not wanting to get into trouble.

“ Don’t tell me you’re actually paying attention “ he asked ,  raising an eyebrow at you causing you to shake your head in response ,

“ No , not really “

“  Then why won’t you talk to me ? “

“Because I do not want to get into trouble because you can’t shut up “ you shot back and he gave you dry chuckle muttering a teasing “nerd “ under his breath before giving you a lopsided grin , making your heart skip a beat.

Jason opened  and shut his mouth as if trying to say something , then going against it.  He shook his head slightly and scooted back to his original position. You couldn’t help feel a little disappointed in him not pursuing the conversation but you had shook him off so you didn’t say anything.

The teacher turned around to write something on the board and you felt Jason leaning towards you again , taking a deep breath before whispering,

“You wanna come to my place after school? I have this new video game we could play ?” he asked and you could feel your heart hammering in your chest. However , some dumb kid decided to ask a question and the teacher turned around to answer him , and you resisted the urge to slap the kid. Here the love of your life kind of asked you about and this kid interrupted with his stupid question. Jason went back to his original position , and started fiddling with his hands.

The teacher answered him and went back to the board and Jason leaned towards you again ,

“I mean , cuz you know you like video games and stuff and I just got  a new one and I – I figured you should see it ?” he stuttered and was he blushing ?! at you ?!

You smiled and nodded “ sure. As long as I get food , because I am starving “ .

Jason grinned widely in response and you could feel your heart doing summersaults as you tore your gaze away from him , blushing furiously at the desk , not believing your luck .


anonymous asked:

hello welcome back to bandom! it took me a few days to realize who you were and then i was like SHIT THAT'S JORDAN BOYDIVISIONS. i was following you all the way back when you were mikeywayy. what made you come back?

hi omg thank u!!!! i’m so happy there’s still someone around from that far back!!! i came back after a two year break bc i really just missed bandom. i started my last blog in like ?? 2010 so i was a bandom blogger for about 5 years and then when my senior year of high school came around i started hanging out with the wrong crowd and they were the kind of people that thought these kinds of bands were lame and stuff and i just really really wanted these people to like me so i was like “welp time to change everything about my life!”. recently i’ve distanced myself from these people and realized i need to start doing what makes me happy, which for me included a new job and a new apartment. while i was unpacking my new place i was listening to a lot of the only bandom music that i lived back in the day and i just realized that bandom was he best five years of my life and i wanted to be a part of it again. and i’m so happy i’m back!!! i really feel like this hole in my life is filled!!! i’m letting myself listen to the music i like and not letting anyone tell me i’m wrong for it. i lived a lot of life for a 17-19 year old during that time and i kind of just wanted to come back to who i was before.

A family friend will be away on Saturday night for some reason and they asked my mom to feed their dogs, but my mom is going to Tennessee for a wedding so I’m going to feed them and I went over now to see where the food is and everything.

I used to be best friends with their middle daughter and it’s been years since I’ve seen their family and stuff and I guess when they heard me talking, all the kids (now adults like me) came down and it was honestly like old times and I forgot what it was like to talk to people and laugh and have friends. 

Their mom said that our families would have to get together this summer and hang out like we used to and now I’m like desperate for company and interaction and it was so nostalgic. I feel kind of lame because I could reach out and be friends with these people, but instead I’ve cut myself off from everyone like a depressed idiot.

Just Roommates: Part 3

Plot- Jungkook as your roommate+College Adventures lol.

Characters- Y/N, Jungkook, Jimin, Yoongi, Taehyung, Hoseok, Jin, Namjoon

Word Count- 1.6k+

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3  Part 4  

casual texting shit- part 1, part 2  



This was definitely weird. I was no longer in the position to function like a real dude. I was frozen and shook. I was literally so vulnerable to death and threatened by a hung set of lingerie.

“JK, please. Get used to it now. It was bound to happen in the process of living with the opposite gender.” I try to cheer up myself and get the blood flowing into my body again. But honestly, my blood was rushing to different places where I didn’t want it to.


I somehow managed to take the shower but wasn’t feeling okay. I wasn’t okay, perhaps the feeling of a sexually frustrated boy and mine were strangely similar. Part of me wanted several things to happen.



I wrapped the towel around my stream waist, just below my belly button and slightly about the V line. I exist the bathroom and saw Y/N?! She was right there sat on the floor eavesdropping maybe? WTF?! She gave me a slight smile and rushed inside to quickly collect her garments. In less than 5 seconds she was out of my way from the door. “SORRY. I’ll just go now.” She stutters and bow at me in apology. The way she ran was faster than anything in that moment.

We apologize to each other so much. It was like every action contains an apology, no matter what it is. GOSH! WHY IS EVERYTHING SO WEIRD?!


MAN. I SAW HIM SHIRTLESS AND WET AND Holy Shitzo. R.I.P. Innocence. 



I rushed to the door and opened it.

“Excuse me? Y/N, so rude of you, you didn’t even give me your number.” Jimin tells me jokingly. 

“I uh-“

“Park Jimin, you cunt, what the hell?! Where were you all this time? I told you to stay here till I got back but you didn’t.” Jungkook was lowkey mad.

“Yah, relax. Y/N had come in at that time. She seemed trustworthy so I left.” Jimin gave that bright cheeky smile of his.

“Ah, seriously You-!” he told, meanwhile I was stood there smiling like an idiot.

“Okay, you both quickly grab your asses to the college, we have an orientation lecture today.” Jimin informed us.

Jungkook and I both got dressed as quickly as possible and left with Jimin to the college. It felt so awkward and awesome just walking between those two handsome hunks. I couldn’t help but notice Jungkook’s fashion. It was nothing too much, but his looks were kind of killing me. We accidentally managed to brush our arms several times while we were on our way. We exchanged looks and quickly increased the distance as to avoid any more awkward moments. we soon reached the campus hall and then, we all found seats to get on.

Little did I know, I was amused to see a good bunch of guys walking towards us. I was really shook and scared. “College ragging, perhaps?” I thought.

“Yah, you, you and you, tell us all you know about yourself.”, the guy with blonde hair spoke.

“Uh- I- Well, I’m Y/N. Hi. I’m from-“ I was cut off.

“Yah, you’re kinda pretty. Jungkook-ah, Jimin-ah, how did you manage to get along with such a princess?” The guy with a pretty smile said, making me blush.

“Y/N is Jungkook’s roommate!” Jimin busted out.

“Oh Shit down you! Really? Oh my god.” The handsome tall guy just came out of nowhere and said so. SHIIIIT. HE WAS SO ATTRACTIVE I WAS ALMOST UNCONCIOUSLY SWEATING AT HIS PERFECT VISUAL. I was just there contemplating as to what did I do to deserve this. I was stood there, kind of embarrassed and lamely smiling BETWEEN SUCH BEAUTIFUL GUYS I CANT-

“DAEBAK JUNGKOOK! How did you score without even telling us omg, this is crazy. I’m jealous!” The pretty smiled, guy hit him in the arm and I was going to explode with embarrassment.

“Hyung! Shut the fuck up OMG. She is just my roommate! I didn’t even know her before that! Omg, you’re embarrassing, hyung! Sorry Y/N, this hyung is crazy.” Jungkook blushed as he splattered out his madness. 

“That’s okay.” I laughed it off. I actually, uncomfortably scoffed and wanted to cry in the corner and leave the college right away. I couldn’t stand the company of such hot dudes.

“Anyway, Y/N, these are our hyungs and seniors, except this Taehyung, he’s gonna be with us.” Jimin told me comforting from all the fluster they caused.

“Hi, I’m Namjoon, from Physics major. This is Hoseok, from dancing Maj department and of course our little Taehyung, from literature department. Sorry for being so abrupt, I hope you’re fine.” The blonde, Namjoon introduced themselves. They were actually sweet! I thought they must be the creepy seniors who would rag us for weed money.


Somehow I couldn’t keep my eyes off Taehyung. His eerie-ness was attractive. I was dumbed so bad at that moment. We took our seats in the lecture hall and boy orientation got me so good! I was inspired to learn and score and learn! This was going to be a very exciting journey for me. I didn’t think about any of the guys who were around me.

After a while, the boys left and I was all alone, so I kind of started wandering about the campus and trying to socialize with others. As I was walking by, I hear some girls talking about “some hot guys” and being the ass I was, started to eavesdrop.

“Did you see the black haired guy! Omg, Stef, he is SO HOT! Ah-!” some girl said.

“I would literally do anything to get in those pants of his! WISH I COULD BE HIS GIRLFRIEND! UGH” I was still suspicious of as to who they were talking about.

“I know right! But he will be my score, I’m telling you that.” The blond girl said.

“But did you see that guy, Jimin! Holy cow! He’s like the sweetest guy! I would strip for him right now if he wants!”. 


“Oh look at you, slut!” i hear them.

I looked around and saw the boys sat under a tree and talking and giggling. I was so flushed at seeing Jungkook smile like that and I wanted to go and hug him for being so sweet all this time, already. WAIT-  these girls were talking about them! I felt  lucky to be the roommate of the guy who every girl wanted to fuck right there. I smirked to myself but also got sad, because the girls were really pretty and he might just end up with one of them.

Anyway, I didn’t want to ruin the day, so I left the place and went to explore the city.


Hyungs embarrassed the heck out of me should today! What would Y/N even think of me now! *cries*

“Hyungs, seriously though, please don’t bring out the perv inside of y’all in front of my roommate.” Jungkook decently told.

“Wooooohuuuu! Kookie got possessive. Y/N is cute though, isn’t she! Did you guys talk?”, Taehyung asked like an excited child.


“Not much. We just met, you know. “I said. 

“Yah, Kookie, she is your roommate now. You better get to know her before you pass out and sweat the fuck out of your body just in the process of ignoring her.”. “Yoongi hyung!” I scream as I see him. We both did a bro hug. “How have you been?!” I ask him happily. “I’m all good. I’m a to the g to the u to the std. You know that.” He made his infamous sassy face. “Aigo hyung I missed you. I wish we could talk more. I really seem to be needing your help.” I tell.

“Yah! What about us? Huh? Huh? Huuuh?” Hoseok hyung said. 

“You seem to have forgotten me, kook?”. It was Jin Hyung, finally! I trusted him with life. 


“Kookie you’ve grown up well. How is life here? Did you move yet?” he asked.

“I am in kind of trouble. When I was moving, I was told that I’ll have another scholar from another country living with me… and guess what? It’s Y/N and she is a girl. Kill me.” I face-palmed with sadness and the amount of ‘awkward’ that had built up in in the past 30 hours.

“Aww, you guys should bond together. I suggest you to go to for a nice hike with her over the weekend. So, that you guys get to know each other better.” Jin told. Everyone started woo-ing at me and the idea of me bonding with my ‘roommate’. “H-Hike? With a girl?! Hyung! Hell no! I will die.” I cried.

“Plus, Y/N doesn’t have many friends here, so she will have a good company over the weekend. I would so do this, JK!” Jimin exclaimed. 

“She seems harmless anyway… You won’t get raped. Chill.” Taehyung mocked me while everyone laughed along. I legit was having a panic attack. 

“Jungkook! This is now or never. You either suffer once or suffer for 4 years straight. GTFO, and tell her this if she doesn’t have plans yet. Trust us, we’ve been with girls. We know how this all works.” Yoongi ordered. 

“Jungki, don’t think too much bro. You’re not taking her on a date. She is just your roommate. You feel me?” Namjoon added, making my hart skip a beat. 

Everyone was excited with the idea of it, but I was dying. I was in pain. I couldn’t refuse and I was about to it regardless. 

I need to get over this, War Of Hormones. 


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I hope you enjoyed it. Sorry I’ll try to post often. I have been really busy with college and stuff. :’( 

Things will get exciting and saucy af in the next one, I promise. ~w~