totally blanking

No running today. I stubbed/jammed my big toe while doing a front kick against a floor standing heavy bag last night at taekwondo, so it probably would’ve bothered me too much to run.

I did have my mostly regularly scheduled one on one with my team lead today; we usually walk a half mile to a Starbucks while we chat about work stuff. And back, of course.

I’m also glad I didn’t run because the t-shirt I wore today rubbed my armpit raw. There’s a rough seam that either hasn’t bothered me before, or some strange confluence of coincidences caused it to bother me today. Running with a raw armpit didn’t seem fun.

I also didn’t lift for the same reason. If it’s still bugging me tomorrow maybe I’ll bring a stick of BodyGlide.

I DID do a half hearted attempt at running through taegeuk 3, 4, and 5. I still have 3 and 4, but totally blanked on 5. I probably should have run through it a time or two after I got home from class last night and had it fresh in my head, but I was waylaid by my daughter informing me that she still had homework to do. Another late night. I also tried the first ~6 steps of taegeuk 7, but that was all I could remember (having run through it once or twice in class last night).

Instead, I made a super quick run to Target to get some more pants for the kids. Apparently these things (the kids) grow and so don’t fit into their colder weather clothing for the next season. Who knew?

I also got in my reading (which I blew off last night). If I haven’t mentioned I’m reading 5 self-improvement books, a chapter at a time. I’ve got on my schedule to read a chapter from one book one day, and then take notes on it the next, while reviewing the notes from previous note-taking sessions. And I’m alternating books for some reason instead of going all the way through one at a time; book A chapter 1, book B chapter 1, etc.

Flirt With Me

Pairing: Peter Parker X Reader

Requested: No

A/N: Okay, but doesn’t love Peter? This is my first Marvel fanfic and I am sure that there is more to come! Thanks so much for waiting and, as always, I hope you enjoy!


You felt a rush of relief as the bell rang, fleeing from the classroom in a hurry, hoping to lose Flash Thompson, who was hot on your heels, in the crowd. 

You run through the halls of the school, desperately trying to find your best friend Peter Parker. You spot the colour of his favourite sweatshirt out of the corner of your eye and skid to a halt in front of the glass library doors. You peered inside and sure enough, Peter was sitting alone at one of the desks, studying for an upcoming test. 

You look back and forth feeling frantic, your hair whipping wildly as you checked to see if Flash was near. He was nowhere in sight. You were safe, for the time being. 

You hurriedly push open the heavy doors of the library, the hinges squeaking rather loudly. The librarian looked up from her desk and glared at you. You smiled apologetically before hurrying over to Peter and slipping into the seat next to him. 

“Oh, hi (Y/N)-” 

“Peter.” you gasp, trying to catch your breath from all the running. He tilts his head as he looks at you, confused. 

“Are you alright? Why are you panting? Oh no, do we have to run a mile today in PE? Dang it.” 

“No no, it’s not that. It’s Thompson,” you answer, shaking your head. Peter’s eyes flare at the mention of the name but the action remains unnoticed by you.

 “What did the idiot do this time?” he asks, sighing and balling his hands into tight fists. 

“He keeps asking me out even though I’ve told him that I wasn’t interested countless times,” you say in frustration, pinching the bridge of your nose. “But he won’t leave me alone. He sat next to me in History for the past hour and he just wouldn’t stop hitting on me. I wish I could just take his head and-” 

You made a violent gesture in mid air and Peter smiled at your behaviour.

“Ugh, aren’t boys just revolting.” he remarks, making you smile. 

“Please, tell me about it.” You shake your head in disgust. “And I’m pretty sure he’s following me now. He’ll probably find me soon…oh no.” 

Your voice trails off and both you and Peter spot Flash approaching the library, swaggering through that halls as if he owned the place. Peter glared at him as he got closer. In his opinion, that kid was way worse than any bank robber he had ever webbed up. 

You grabbed his shoulder and he looked down at your hand, startled by your sudden action. 

“Arg, he’s coming! I need to hide!” you yelp, looking around wildly for a place to hide but to no avail. You were out in plain sight. You flinched as you heard the doors of the library open and looked at Peter for help. And then, an incredibly stupid idea pops into your head. 

“Flirt with me.” you whisper, instantly regretting everything. 

Saying that he looked shocked would have been the understatement of the century. 

“Er - what?” he exclaimed, his face turning a bright shade of pink as Flash entered rather obnoxiously loudly into the library. He was apologizing to the cranky librarian and you quickly explained your oh so stupid plan to Peter. 

“If he sees I’m taken, he won’t ever try to make a move again.” you explain quickly, feeling yourself heat up and Peter looks at you skeptically, his blush fading. 

“(Y/N), are you sure about this? I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.” 

Flash starts to walk towards your table and your grip on Peter’s arm tightens. 


He nods slightly and clears his throat, scooting himself closer to you. 

“So, uh, do you come here often?” he asks in a low voice and you stare at him before bursting out into laughter. 

“Is that honestly the best thing you’ve got?” you ask through giggles. “Gee, you’re just as awkward as I am.” 

He rolls his eyes playfully. “Hey, at least I’ve got you laughing now. It’s makes everything more convincing.” 

But he was right. Flash was eyeing the two of you, looking agitated and envious. 

“And no, this is my best line… You are absolutely, astoundingly beautiful and that’s the least interesting thing about you.” he whispers, his hand cupping your chin and tilting your head up, forcing you to look him in the eyes. His face is mere centimeters from yours and you could feel his hot breath fanning across your face. 

Your mind goes totally blank as you stare into his eyes, trying to clear your throat to say something witty back at him but you couldn’t think. Instead, to your horror, you feel your face flush as you continued to get lost in his eyes. 

“Perfect! I’ve got you blushing now too!” Peter observes, looking quite satisfied with himself. This simply deepened your blush and he chuckled. It was definitely odd, seeing this confident side of Peter, but you had to say that you were enjoying it, maybe even a little too much. 

“You’re a great actress, (Y/N).” he whispers with a grin and you nod unconsciously. 

“Er, yeah. Acting…” 

“How’s our victim?” he whispers into your ear, drawing you even closer to him, if possible. 

“Uh, h-he’s looking absolutely furious.” you stutter, finally managing to get a full sentence out. You mentally scold yourself, you weren’t going to let him know that he was making you melt and feel absolutely flustered. “He should be gone soon.” 

“Good, let’s keep at it then.” he murmurs, taking your hand gently and looking at you through his lashes. Your heart beat quickened as Peter placed his lips on your knuckles, kissing them lightly. 

“If I had a star for every time you brightened my day, I’d be holding a galaxy.” he said lazily against the back of your hand and tried your best to refrain yourself from shaking at his touch. Your mind couldn’t help but wander to the thought of what his soft lips would feel like against your own… 

“That’s so cliché.” you say feeling awfully breathless and he smiles once again before lifting his head back up to meet your eyes. 

“It is indeed. But it’s also true.” he replied, without breaking his character. You knew that if you had been standing, your legs would’ve failed you. “I was always told that nobody was perfect, but you’re clearly the exception. However, there is one thing I want to change about you.” 

“W-what?” you question, stuttering again. 

“Your last name.”

You desperately tried to think of a clever comeback but you couldn’t, it was as if your brain had been turned to mush. Once again you were at a loss of words, something you prided yourself of not happening. Your best friend gave you a reassuring smile before gesturing towards where Flash was standing, asking you to check if he was still there. The other boy was nowhere in sight. Thank the heavens, he was gone. But you also felt a pang of disappointment when you realized that Peter’s charade would soon come to an end… 

“He’s gone. Flash is gone.” you whisper incoherently, and Peter’s face lights up with a huge grin. 

“Yes! You’re plan worked (Y/N)!” Peter cheered happily, dropping the low, seductive voice he had used merely seconds ago.

“Are you alright?” he inquired when you don’t cheer with him. 

“Y-yeah. I’m great.”

To your dismay, he scooted away from you and began to pack up his things before standing up. 

“I feel like I allured you with my awkwardness rather than flirting with you.” Peter said, chuckling as he swung his backpack on effortlessly. “On his behalf, Flash was a complete idiot to believe any of that, I do hope I was convincing enough.” 

He frowns slightly and you nod your head furiously. 

“Uh, yeah! You were great! Could’ve fooled me!” you squeaked, trying yourself to sound as convincing as possible. Peter didn’t seem to notice how significantly higher your voice had become. 

“He shouldn’t be bothering you anymore.” he says with a grin. 

“Yeah, hopefully. Thank you, Peter.” 

“No problem! And if he does bug you again, just let me know. I’ll be happy to help again. We make a pretty good team of actors, if I do say myself.” 

“Mhmm. Thanks again.” 

“Anything for you (Y/N). Well, I better get going. The ‘Stark internship’, y'know?” he says with a wink before running off to become his alter web shooting ego. 

You remained in the library, still glued to your seat. Your heart was still racing at a feverish pace. You place your hand on your cheek and to your surprise, find yourself still blushing, your cheek burning like fire. 

Was Peter Parker just that good at flirting or had you fallen for your best friend?


Part 2


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modern!johnny cade headcannons

(there’s so mucb jally and lgbt!johnny it’s not even funny omg)

- johnny would probably listen to bands like imagine dragons, artic monkeys, some of twenty one pilot’s older music, and the hardrock dally likes

- he also managed to talk ponyboy into reading to him, which wasn’t hard because pony loves to read to him anyway

- this boy always has a pair of earbuds on him even if he isn’t listening to them

- it helps him whenever he has to block out his parents

- which is a lot

- but he’s careful not to listen to his music too loud. he doesn’t want to go deaf and especially not before he’s 20

- mostly because ponyboy and darry always nag him about it

- and johnny’s never really understood why it wasn’t socially acceptable for men to wear makeup or wear dresses or skirts?? he just doesn’t get it

- johnny also keeps a hair tie on his wrist for when he gets too anxious and needs something to fiddle with

- two-bit once had to take it away from him because he was scared johnny’d cut off his circulation to his hand

- and his hands are always shaking

- so johnny’s always fidgeting with something to try and hide it

- but it doesn’t matter who you are

- his hands are shaking


- and, okay, one night he’s with dally and they’re driving. they weren’t talking. they were letting dally’s radio fill the silence.

- johnny was cool with it

- and dally was Focused™ on driving

- and johnny’s just watching dally drive and dally runs his hand through his hair and, internally, johnny just kinda goes,“oh. oh shit.”

- mkay he realizes that he may have a small crush on dallas winston

- which he hadn’t really considered before

- and he quickly decides that it shouldn’t matter who you love if it doesn’t harm you or the other person in a negative way

- so johnny realizes that he could fall in love with anyone

- at first, it kinda scares him but he ends up researching all night about this

- turns out, he’s pansexual

- the first person he comes out to is ponyboy, who actually knew what the term meant (probably because this boy never gets off tumblr smh)

- pony accepts

- he comes out to two-bit next. then soda, steve, and darry. he had to explain what it meant, but they accepted.

- he comes out to dally last. not because he didn’t want him to know, but because johnny was scared he’d ask who made him realize that. johnny wasn’t ready to tell him that.

- so one night they’re driving again and the sun is setting and dally looks like he’s made out of gold

- johnny loves it

- dally ofc doesn’t notice or let on to johnny staring

- johnny looks back to the road in front of them

- “i’m pansexual.”

- “you’re what?”

- “i could fall in love with anyone, dal.”

- “even a guy?”

- “even a guy.”

- johnny can feel dally staring at him

- he’s terrified to look up at dally but he does

- dally’s face is totally blank

- “whatever makes you happy, kid.”

- johnny can’t figure out how dally feels about it

- a small part of johnny is scared that dally’s angry

- but dally offers him a cigarette and johnny knows he’s at least not angry

- they don’t talk. just smoke in peace. the radio fills the silence

- which allows johnny’s mind to wander

- his parents would disown him

- so he never comes out to them

- he cries when lgbt+ get equal marriage rights. first, it’s out of elation because he is so happy. but then he goes home and hears his parents bashing the lgbt+ community

- he doesn’t even get through the door when he hears them

- and he goes back to the curtises

- he’s a mess

- he’s trying really hard not to cry but he can’t

- he can’t do it

- he was apart of that community and they were people, too

- ponyboy gets him to calm down after an hour

- he stays with the curtises for a week after that night

- johnny was a lot quieter after that, if that was even possible

- it worried dallas the most, though

- “c'mon, johnny, man, you haven’t said five words all day!”

- “i’m fine, dal.”

- it went on like that for a month, driving dally insane

- so, when dally runs out of ideas, he turns to the oldest curtis brother for help

- dally and darry have always been close,, okay

- and darry honestly saw this coming. he was just waiting for dallas to figure this out himself

- so darry isn’t surprised when dallas comes to him and all he’s talking about is johnny

- darry can tell dally’s been drinking by the way he slurrs his words and how he can hardly stand up

- “dar, what’s wrong with johnny? why won’t he talk to me?”

- darry, being the genius he is, starts to play a little mind game with dallas

- “why does it matter, dal?”

- “‘cause he’s my friend, dar.“

- “you’re friends with sodapop and you don’t care if you go a few days without talking to him.”

- “well johnny’s different, man!”

- “why’s johnny different? why do you care if you don’t talk for a few days?”

- “‘cause i want him happy! and ‘cause he doesn’t act like i’m an asshole!”

- “why does it matter what johnny thinks of you?“

- “i don’t know, man! he just..he makes me want to be less of an ass.”

- “so johnny makes you better?”

- darry watched as a drunk, crooked smile found its way across the younger boy‘s face. it made darry smile, too.

- “yeah, man. i love the little dude.”

- “yeah, just like a brother to you, right?” darry knew this wasn’t how dallas loved johnny, but he needed dally to say it himself.

- darry knew he gotten through to dallas when his eyebrows scrunched up.

- “no, man. i love him the way i loved sylvia. i wanna—” dallas then went on to describe all of the very raunchy ways he wanted to see johnny cade, and it made darry want to rip his ear drums out (he did not need those visuals of his friends), but he had gotten through to dallas.

- “dal—” darry cut dallas off mid-sentence,“why don’t you go find johnny and tell him yourself?”

- dallas’ drunk smile faltered.“no, man. what if he doesn’t feel the same, man?”

- “you’ll never know unless you try.”

- “dammit, darry. he’d be in the lot, right?”

- “yeah.”

- and like that, dally was gone. darry quickly sent johnny a text to give him a heads up about what was about to happen and to be in the lot.

i felt like this was a good place to stop. should i write more outsiders headcannons??
“Well, *that* was a rough deadline.”

Ted the Animator: “We got the scene done, though. Goodness, I need sleep.”

Carl the Animator: “…I barely remember what the script even said after all that, but out of context, Scooby wearing Velma’s glasses is amazing.”

Ted the Animator: “Also… we might have gotten a thing or two a little off.”

Carl the Animator: “Oh? Like?”

Ted the Animator: “Well, in these closeups, the log with the dynamite is nowhere nearby…”

Ted the Animator: “…but in the wide shots, bam, there it is.”

Carl the Animator: “Whoops.”

Ted the Animator: “Also, Scooby turns his tail into some kind of spring-powered… motorboat engine?”

Carl the Animator: “Sure looks like it, at least.”

Ted the Animator: “…I don’t remember animating that, do you?”

Carl the Animator: “Nnnnnnope. Total blank.”

Ted the Animator: “You’d think that would be the sort of thing that stands out in one’s memory.”

Carl the Animator: “Meh… when you’ve seen one tail motor, you’ve seen them all.”

Ted the Animator: “…anyway, cut to the wide shot again, and poof, the dynamite log defies physics and reappears.”

Carl the Animator: “Maybe that’s why Scooby didn’t just roll the log to dunk the fuse underwater! It kept phasing in and out of existence.”

Ted the Animator: “Fortunately, Scoob and Velma escape, narrowly missing a big explosion…”

Ted the Animator: “…originating a couple feet to the right of the dynamite.”

Carl the Animator: “Ah. Hrm.”

Ted the Animator: “I’ll admit, it’s not our best work… but given the timeframe and budget, it’s pretty darn spectacular.”

Carl the Animator: “Just imagine what would happen if the show had proper funding, and deadlines achievable by sane humans. We’d create the freakin’ Sistine Chapel.”

Translation: ONE-Sensei Young Sunday Interview :D

I did my best to summarize this hour-long interview with ONE-sensei, uploaded to YouTube by Young Sunday in March and uploaded to Tumblr by the lovely and talented @one-blog last week. Please note, while my Japanese is decently high-level, I typically translate written Japanese rather than spoken Japanese (which, by its very nature, is harder to translate), so there might be mistakes here or there. That said, I believe I captured the general gist of things. If you’re fluent in Japanese and want to do a more comprehensive translation in the future, please feel free!

EDIT: Here are some more detailed translations of selected parts of the interview, based on Japanese transcripts that @isasm found. :)

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When you let out a soft moan after hitting something

@ranmin10 asked : BTS reaction to you hitting something and let out a soft moan ;)


You kiss Namjoon’s cheek before you leave him to his work. When you’re about to open the Monstudio’s door, you drop your phone on the floor. You lean lo grab it and straighten up quickly, forgetting there’s a wall shelf above your head. You hit it hard and let out a soft moan, tears blurring your vision. When he hears your tiny moan, Namjoon turns around and looks at you with his eyebrows raised « Baby ? What was that ? » But when he sees you holding your head, your body bended towards the ground, he gets up and takes you in his arms. He strokes your head and retains laughters, finding you too cute to be true.


Taehyung is working on his computer while you’re on Tumblr, seated on the sofa just behind him. You get up to take an apple in the kitchen’s counter but hit the low table, right on your knee. You moan, falling back on the sofa, holding your whines. Taehyung stops what he’s doing and looks at you, his face totally blank. Your moan just turned him on in just a second. Tae straightens up and kneels before you, his hands on your knee. He strokes it and whispers « Better ? » You grin under the touch of his finger right on your bruise. Tae leans and kisses your knee, his hands going up on your thigh. He looks at you, his lips brushing your skin, and whispers again « And now ? »


You moan when you hit your elbow on the bookcase. You realize it was kinda sexual and close your eyes, waiting for your boyfriend to say something about it. And he does. Jin frowns « What was that ? » You sigh, crossing his glance as you massage your elbow. Jin gets closer and asks with a playful voice « Does that felt good, baby ? » You give him a cold glance and turn around, ready to pout for at least 5 minutes. Jin doesn’t let you go and grabs you by your waist, pulling you closer as he kisses you softly, making you smile against his mouth.


You know the worst pain ever ? When you hit your pinky toe ? Yeah. You fall on the couch, curled up under the pain, moaning softly as the pain seems to increase. Hoseok jumps on you in a blink of an eye, making you startle. He places himself above you, juste between your legs, and kisses your entire face « Are you okay, Jagi ? Ohhhh, my baby… » Hobi never fails to bring back your smile. You giggle and pass your arms around his neck, bringing him closer. As he leaves kisses on your neck, he whispers playfully « Why are you sexy even when you hurt yourself ? »


t’s not very often that Yoongi lets you stay with him while he’s working. You’re like a 5 years old, drawing next to him, trying your best to be as quiet as possible. And not to stare, too. It’s the most difficult part of the deal. You’re currently failing, your eyes wandering on his cute lips. You twiddle your paper and cut yourself. You can’t help but moan, pressing your finger in your hand. Yoongi sighs « Do you have to make everything sexual ? Don’t you see I’m working ? » You whisper « sorry » and lower your head, watching the little cut getting bloody. You don’t see him but Yoongi feels guilty as fuck for being too harsh on you. He takes your hand and slowly kisses your finger. It makes you smile and washes away the pain.


You walk around the living-room and get too close to the table. You hit your thigh right on the corner of the table and moan softly, brushing your hand on the bruise. It hurts so bad it kinda makes you angry. You moan a little harder and suddenly hears Jimin laughs. You don’t have time to turn around : Jimin passes his arms around your waist and hugs you tight, kissing your cheek as he giggles « My baby… Are you okay ? Damn, that moan was cute… » His softness makes you laugh too, but his cuteness transforms in sexiness the minute his wet lips leaves kisses on your shoulder.


You get out of the shower and grab your bathrobe. As you tie the belt around your waist, you hit your elbow on the shower cabin and let out a soft moan. You hear Jungkook’s giggles but you don’t pay attention to him, this little brat is always making fun of you. You massage your elbow and let out a few more moans, annoyed by the pain. This time, your hear fast footsteps and startle when you see Jungkook. He lifts you up in his arms and sinks his gaze on yours. He’s not laughing anymore. « Stop, you’re turning me on. »

The Holster

Summary: Endverse!Cas is missing Endverse!Dean, and goes to visit him in his cabin.

Word Count: 2100

Warning: Smut, drug use, a little angst (because it’s Endverse and it’s all angsty)

A/N: I love Endverse. I hope you do, too.

Cas fucking hates the thigh holster Dean wears.

It’s sexy as all hell, of course, just like everything else about Dean. It clings to that thick muscle in just the right way to show off just how strong Dean’s legs are. It tells anyone around Dean just how prepared, steady, and dangerous he is. Most of the women sigh and bite their lips when he walks by, staring at the damn thing like it’s his cock.

But Cas fucking hates it.

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Avoiding Zalfie

Joe realized early on that Y/N was avoiding his sister and Alfie.

It took him a little while to catch on though, because her excuses were so well executed, that he never realized that she was avoiding them.

And when he did finally clue in, he was confused.

Zoe and Alfie were both eager to meet Y/N, especially since she was the first real girlfriend Joe had had for quite some time.

He’d tried to confront her about it, but his girlfriend waved him off, claiming that he was imagining stuff, and she was just busy.

Yet each and every time Joe tried to plan a trip for them to Brighton, or for Zoe and Alfie to come round his, Y/N would find the perfect last minute excuse to get out of it.

At one point, Zoe had even confessed to thinking that Joe was making Y/N up.

Things needed to change.

“Remember, we’re heading to my sister’s tomorrow.” Joe told Y/N as they cleaned up from dinner, and when he glanced over his shoulder at her, he saw the fear pass over her face.

“Oh, shoot. Was that meant to be tomorrow?”

“Yup. We planned it a few weeks back.”

“I’m sorry, Joe. I totally blanked, and I have a meeting tomorrow afternoon. Maybe we can reschedule?”

“Y/N, we’ve rescheduled with my sister for the past year. Why do you not want to meet her and Alfie?” He leaned against the counter, staring over at her.

“I don’t not want to meet them…”

“Than what is it?”

“I’m scared,” She admitted.

“Scared? Of Zoe? And Alfie? I mean, maybe of Nala, but Zalfie?” Joe couldn’t believe what he was hearing. His girlfriend was avoiding meeting his family because she was scared.

“Well, what if she doesn’t like me? Zoe is important to you! And if she doesn’t like me..well, I don’t know…”

“Love, I’m not going to break up with you if Zoe doesn’t like you. And besides, I already know she’ll like you.” He assured her, moving around the counter to wrap his arms around her.

“How do you know that?” Y/N mumbled into his shoulder.

“Because you make me happy, and that’s all that matters to Zoe.”

“I’m still not meeting her.”

“You’re hopeless.”

While Y/N was actually not lying about having a meeting, Joe did lie about going to Zoe’s. Because he knew she would come up with a reason to back out last minute, and so he had actually invited Zoe and Alfie around to his. But this time he didn’t tell Y/N that they were coming.

He knew it was probably mean to trick his girlfriend, but Joe just really wanted Zoe and Alfie to meet her. And so they’d stop thinking she was a paid actress appearing in his photos.

“Hello, broseph!” Zoe greeted Joe as he let them in, hugging him tightly.

“Hello.” Alfie nodded as Nala dashed past them, off to explore the flat.

“If your dog wees in my flat…” Joe threatened, wincing as Zoe smacked him on the arm.

“Shush, Nala’s trained. You know that. Now, where’s Y/N?” The older Sugg peered around the corner and into the flat.

“Still at her meeting. She should be home in an hour or so though.”

“She’s going to be so mad.” Alfie laughed, heading for the couch.

“Probably.” Joe shrugged, following after him.

“Joe?” Y/N called out, locking the door behind her. “I’m home!”

Instead of being greeted by her boyfriend, she was instead greeted by a small black pug.

“Nala?” She mumbled, before her eyes widened. “Shit.

“Don’t hate me!” Joe said quickly as he appeared, hands in front of him.

“You tricked me!”

“Only slightly.”


“Oh, don’t get mad at him!” Zoe called out, appearing from behind her brother. “I begged him to do it. I’ve been wanting to meet you for so long!” She moved forward, wrapping her arms around the other woman.

“Uhm, hi.” Y/N offered, blinking as Zoe pulled back, hands still on Y/N’s arms.

“Sorry to surprise you like this,” The older Sugg laughed, “I know it was not what you were expecting. But it’s nice to know you’re real.” She winked over at Y/N, who relaxed, laughing lightly.

“Told you they thought that.” Joe mumbled.

“We mostly thought she was real, mate.” Alfie patted him on the shoulder before stepping forward. “Hello, Y/N.”

“Hi.” She smiled back at him, glancing between him and Zoe. “And, yes, I am very much so real.”

“In that case,” Zoe linked her arm through Y/N’s pulling her into the living room. “We have so many stories to swap about Joseph.”

“Wait, what?!” Joe spluttered, watching as his sister leaned in close, whispering something into his girlfriend’s ear, who giggled while glancing over at him. “No one said anything about swapping stories!”

“Welcome to my life,” Alfie sighed, “Zoe’s the same with Poppy.”

“How do you handle it?” Joe asked weakly, both of them following their girlfriend’s.

“You don’t.” Alfie replied simply.

Mint boy’s flower ◆ Part I

Requested by the lovely @thefuturewillbeprosperous ♥

Genre : Fluff/Smut/Dark/Mafia/Drugs

Paring : Yoongi x Reader

Summary : When a drug dealer meets the rarest flower.

Warning : English is not my mother tongue so please forgive all my lacks of conjugation / spelling mistakes ♡

He can’t help but smile as he takes off his ring. He didn’t expected him to die this quick. He didn’t expected how beautiful it was. All this blood coming from his mouth, the way his body was shaking in pain, and his eyes… Damn, it was entertaining. He puts the ring in the first drawer of his desk and leans back on his chair. Dealing with Park Jaebum was a mistake and he should’ve died a long time ago.

Min Yoongi raises his head when he hears someone knocking on his door. When he sees his right-hand man, Kim Namjoon, he beckons him to sit up. The tall man sits in front of him and crosses his long legs, a cold smile on his lips as he asks :

« So… How was it ?

- I think it’s my favorite. Maybe a little too quick, but sometimes that’s not that bad. »

Namjoon chuckles and lightly shake his head : « You love torturing people, you sick bastard… » Yoongi raises his eyebrows and looks slightly off, as if he was wondering if it was actually true. When he realizes it was the case, he snorts, a sinful smirk on his face. Namjoon gets up and go behind the wooden bar, taking two crystal glasses before pouring whisky in it. He smiles :

« We have great news, boss.

- Choi Woo Yeon ? »

Namjoon brings the drinks on the desk and sits down.

His dark and haughty glance could freeze the hottest volcano.

« Jungkook found him. He went with Jimin. It’s almost done.

- Let’s wait for them. »

Yoongi winks and takes a sip of the strong drink, a wave of heat going down his throat.

It’s been two weeks since Choi decided to stop working with Yoongi and he doesn’t like it at all. And when he learned from Jin that Choi was a snitch, it was worst. Yoongi is not the kind of man to let anybody think you can fuck with him and stay alive. If you betray him, you die. So, Choi and all his boys will die. Isn’t it simple ?

Soon enough, Yoongi’s office’s door opens and two men enters. Yoongi & Namjoon gets up and walks toward them. When Yoongi sees Jimin’s smile, he puts his hand on his cheek and asks « Is it done ? ». Jimin raises his eyebrow in a playful way, like he always does, and replies « We have Bucheon », his voice lightly hoarser than usual. Yoongi bites his lips and tilts his head on the side, watching Jimin smiles back at him. Yoongi looks at Jungkook and nods before he announces they’ll celebrate it tonight.

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