ugh i had such a hard time choosing the color for this one

Sweet Lies

summary: He dodged the subject of his career as much as possible but he still had to lie. Until he finally decided to tell you about it all.

Originally posted by fy-sexo-exo

pairing: Chanyeol x fem reader 

genre: angst, fluff, smut, mob! au 

word count: 3,064

warnings: mob boss! Chanyeol, mentions of blood and violence, fingering 


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Back Where I Belong - Chris Evans

request: Can you do an imagine where the reader and Chris are dating and she meets him at the airport after he’s been away filming for months?

people: Chris - Reader (You) 

warnings: FluFFY 

word count: 1000+

a/n: This is a request that someone asked so long ago, I’m so sorry I neglected your request, anonymous person! Thank you for this lovely idea, though, I’ve had this tucked away for so long.

“These seats are hurting my ass. God, now I know why airport seating is so fuckin’ painful, they want you to be motivated so you haul ass to get to the plane,”

I stopped to laugh at my joke, chuckling loudly enough to awaken the elderly lady next to me who was waiting for something she was not willing to talk about.

“Would you, for the millionth time, shut up! It’s three in the morning!” Across from me was this bitchy woman around my age, most likely a lot older. She had this weird orange hair, that I knew was dyed but she still had ginger-like looks to her face. She had the whole nine yards of freckles, ginger-tinted brows, and even wore green just to brighten her orange complexion.

“No! It’s three in the morning and I’m here because I’ve got someone to pick up that I’ve been waiting for. For four months!”

The Irish-wannabe looked at me and smirked, giggling to herself like I wasn’t ten feet away from her. “Who are you picking up? Your boyfriend you ordered off some sex website?”

Jesus, when will Flight 4301 land, dammit! I don’t have time for this!

Smiling sweetly, I got up and grabbed my bag along with my third cup of Starbuck’s black coffee. “Yes, you got me Lucky Charms, I ordered a sex companion. His name is Julio and we’re gonna get married in Vegas. Good day.”

Ginger-snap wasn’t fast enough to shut her wide opened trap that had fallen when I was quick to reply to her. Walking off I went to sit at another set of empty seats, hopefully not causing controversy with whoever lands up near me.

Chrispy Creme:  I land at BOS @ 4:45 baby! Sorry it’s so early :/ I love you xxx

It was two to forty-five and no signs of his flight were announced. Deciding to let it be, I plugged in my earphones and brought up my Itunes, clicking on a much-needed song right now, one that would ease the ache of Chris’s arm not being wrapped around my waist right now. It would numb my lips that could almost feel the pressure of lips on mine.

Humming along to the beat of Alicia Key’s ‘If I Ain’t Got You’ I closed my eyes that burned with lack of sleep. I hadn’t even slept all night because I got too excited about Chris finally coming back home. So I made myself an espresso and watched musicals that would make me stay awake because I could never sit through one without getting up and dancing to the beat of the melody or singing along with the cast. I was hitting my breaking point, though, my head throbbed, and my ass still ached, my eyes were burning with tears now, from sleep-induced stress. I felt my chin waiver as I silently prayed for Chris to just get here soon, I was waiting for him, Dodger was waiting for him. Then tonight there’d be a huge surprise party for him courtesy of Lisa, Carly, Shauna, and I. My fingers roughly rubbed my sunken eyes, I cannot fall asleep! No Sleep, no sleep, no sleep-

“Flights 4305, 4308, and 4301 have arrived. The gates are open for you to pick up your guest, thank you for choosing Boston’s Logan Airport. Have a nice day!” With that I grabbed my bag and abandoned my coffee, running to the sea of people who seem to have magically just appeared out of nowhere.

Now, I’m not the tallest bean in the stock so my only resort of finding Chris was jumping up and trying to get a glance of a NASA Cap, some blonde hair with ashes of brown in it, or those blue eyes that we’re quite hard not to miss.

After my twelfth jump with no such luck of a glimpse of him, I gave up on that plan and went with sour plan b. “Humph..Ugh! Fine, people. I’ll go to the back you asswipes.”

Leaving the crowd I went to the terminal area, watching the people pass by with their collected loved ones as I stared at them angrily, pissed that I wasn’t one of the lucky ones. I didn’t lose hope, though, I waited for a good twenty minutes before finally, I caught sight of a very familiar looking button down.

I don’t know whether it was the possible dangerous amount of coffee in me or just the adrenaline of seeing him again but I bolted down the hall.

“Chris!” I yelled just in time to have him catch me in his arms, wounding me tightly around his hips. I was a koala bear that refused to let go of him. The numbness of my subsided when he kissed me fervently, almost clawing at my hair with a desperation to be closer to me, than he already was. we already were.

Pulling back just enough to let himself whisper breathlessly to me, I couldn’t help but kiss away the tear that leaked from his glassy eyes. “You..have no idea…how long… I’ve waited for this.” Beaming with a smile that hurt my cheeks I laughed sneaked a kiss from him again.

“Oh love, you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you… but… now that I have you back-”

“Oh I’m never fuckin’ leaving again, that’s for sure.” Both of us burst out laughing at Chris’s words.

I let my feet hit the ground and soon we became just another couple walking out of the terminal, smiling with each other’s arm wrapped around their waist. We looked so ordinary, so normal. No one asked Chris for a photo or even a question. They just smiled as we passed, on our way to my car in the parking lot.

I felt Chris let out a sigh of relief, feeling his fingers dig into my hip a bit, as we walked out of the airport. “It feels good to be back home…”

“It feels good to just have you here…” Chris smiled down at me when I softly answered back to him. 

I stole another glance at him again, just wanting to see that face once more. Letting it sink in that he was actually finally here. Finally in bed with me at night, eating my terrible made up foods, and listening to my awful karaoke. I let a few tears fall to the earth, not caring if my mascara made me a raccoon or not. 

All that mattered was he was here with me. His burly arm around my lower waist, cuddling into me like no time had placed since he’d last held me like this. 

“I can’t believe I went so long without seeing your face, Y/N. God, it hurt sometimes just to think of seeing you on skype at night because I couldn’t reach in and just grasp your hand,” His arm left my waist and he took my left hand into his right, interlocking our fingers. “Or just see your eyes in the real sunlight… I don’t know how you summoned the strength because I sure as hell was caving in on week three…” 

Giving only a smile, sincere smile, I kept his hand clasped with my own, holding his palm just a bit tighter to mine as I felt my throat tighten with a sob I refused to release. “Oh love,” I replied. Staring at his beautiful face while Chris looked at the sun rays starting to beam their light down on us, letting the skies lighten with a blue color so beautiful it lifted his spirits even higher. 

Just looking at his widening eyes, and dopey smile and felt a sob and chuckle come out at once. God, I’m in love with this man…How did I get through these months away from him? Lord knows it was spent sometimes with my face in a pillow or my body tucked under the sheets all day… all of it, though, I’d do again and again just to be able to hold that face…

How hard was it to be away from you, Chris? 

 Love, you have no idea.

Tell me your thoughts! I wrote this on a whim so constructive criticism is always welcomed haha! - R .xx 

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anonymous asked:

I really love your writing and I'm so glad that you're accepting requests again :"> how about the RFA react to MC who had a weakness for sweet treats, like MC can be very upset or angry whatsoever but as fast as she receive sweet, she turns fluffy and forget everything.

Oh, I hope this is >>sweet<< enough for you! :p

RFA with a MC who has a weak for candy


  • “Why do you need candy, babe, when you have the ultimate eye candy right in front of you?”
  • “Tempting. But can I please get my chocolate right now?” you glared at him, and he passed the bar to you.
  • You would usually laugh of his flirty jokes, but not when chocolate was the subject. Oh hell no! Chocolate is a serious matter here.
  • He doesn’t like when you get too serious, and since he doesn’t really care for sweet, he doesn’t really get it why do you get so serious about candy.
  • But he thinks it’s so funny, so he likes to tease you and hide the candy sometimes, and that’s why you’re glaring at him right now.
  • As soon as you finally have your chocolate, you smile playfully at him, and we know what these looks mean
  • “I guess I have plenty room for desert.” He says, dragging you to the bedroom.


  • You barely saw each other today, both of you were busy with college and work.
  • And when you two finally made it home, you were both grumpy.
  • You barely said hello to each other, any word now would lead to a completely useless fight over something really stupid.
  • You grabbed the whipped cream can, he grabbed the M&Ms package and you both sat on the couch.
  • “Okay, so was your day?” he asks, you chug some whipped cream and answer him. “Ugh, don’t even get me started!”
  • For outsiders, maybe this could be really weird, but the candy therapy has been going on for a while after long days, turns out that this need for candy is another thing you have in common.
  • You end up with some whipped cream in your cheek, which he licks promptly, you both blush, but it doesn’t last long. You both bolt to the bedroom immediately.


  • While she’s usually in charge of the coffee, you’re in charge of the baking.
  • That is not only about the café, it’s how it works in home too.
  • And you take baking very seriously, as serious as she takes coffee. So she’s used to you getting all grumpy when one recipe is not working out.
  • She tastes a little of the frosting cake you’re trying to do. “Hmmm, this is good, MC!” “NO, DON’T TASTE THAT YET! IT’S NOT READY AND IT’S BAD!”
  • You two look at each other, scared. You immediately regret for overreacting like this, she just shrugs and tells you not to be so hard on yourself. Ugh, she’s a saint…
  • “I mean… maybe I am tasting this wrong. Here, have some more.” You offer her and quickly steal a kiss from her. “Hum, yeah, you were right, this is good…”
  • The cake you were baking ended up burnt, but neither of you cared, you were too busy in the bedroom.


  • “I’m pretty sure they all taste the same, my love. Just pick one.”
  • You look at him offended. , then just roll you eyes. Uh oh… he forgets you’re very sensitive concerning candy.
  • “Why would you even say that, Jumin? This one is made of mirtillo, this one is strawberry, and this one is banana!” you’re pointing to all the toffees in the candy store that you’ve been stuck for half an hour trying to pick the flavors.
  • “MC, the flavor is artificial, they probably use the same ingredients in all of them and just change the colorings and…” “Huh! They have pineapple too!”
  • He sighs, you’re not hearing any of this, are you? But he must say, you getting all excited over candy it’s so cute, he can’t even…
  • “Jumin, hurry and help me choose it!” that’s his cue. He grabs your shoulders and makes you look at him.
  • “I already chose the sweetest thing here.” He kisses you, you don’t even know what flavor you picked, you just needed to head out of that store immediately.


  • Why are the lines on amusement park’s rides so damn long?
  • You could have waited patiently if you have eaten something before, but now you’re starting to get a little bad mood…
  • Saeyoung is goofing off to kill some time, but you aren’t having it at all. You need to eat something, doesn’t matter what! Though you’re super down to some candy, since it’s usually you go-to snack
  • Then he sees the solution. “Oh, MC!~ Look what I bought for you!” he shows you the cotton candy and your face immediately lightens up.
  • You rush to grab it, but he pulls away. “Uh-uh, you’ve got to earn it~” then he takes a piece and places up his mouth like a mustache.
  • He looks at you with a teasing smirk, almost like he’s daring you to do something with these much people around, but you’re hungry! For the cotton candy and… for him.
  • He’s a blushing mess when you lean closer and takes the cotton candy, chuckling. “You took my mustache, lady! I must have it back!” he pulls you closer for a kiss, yeah, forget that ride, this is amusing enough for both of you.
The Wedding Planner (Part 6)

Summary: Being a wedding planner is all fun and games until suddenly you’re saved from an accident by the man of your dreams–later discovering that he happens to be your latest client’s fiancé.

Word Count: 2,211. (yikes long part)

A/N: Honestly this gif just breaks my heart, but it’s basically the mood for the whole part. Shit is starting to go downhill now in the series. As always, please feel free to leave me comments or asks to let me know what you thought!

*Special Thank You to @spidweeb for proof reading/editing this part out for me! You the real one, fam.

The Wedding Planner Masterlist

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Would You Let Me Love You?

❝ I will admit that I cried and had to stop writing because it hit such a sensitive part of myself. But furthermore, enjoy. xx

word count: 2k +

It was on Twitter the first time you saw the rude comments. You were out for dinner with the boys - it was the last day of promotions and to celebrate, you all went to your guys’ favorite restaurant. You were looking through your phone while waiting for the food to arrive. Seokjin, your boyfriend was sitting next to you. His hand placed on your thigh as he scold the young one. Scrolling down the notification timeline, you couldn’t help but read the comments. 

She’s so fat, ugh. What does Jin see in her!?

Someone please get her out of the picture!!

She’s a foreigner, only wants Jin oppa for the money. 

Oh God, her thighs are huge! Grosssss!! Jin deserves better, not someone twice his weight. 

Time froze as you scrolled and scrolled - torturing yourself with the ugly words said about you. You ignored all these comments ever since you and Seokjin announced your relationship to the fans. Some of them were happy that you made the eldest of BTS happy; then there was those rude fans. These are what his fans thought about you - someone gross because of your weight. A foreigner, who can’t speak Korean, makes you a gold digger. There’s photos of female idols that make a perfect pair with Seokjin. Making comparisons of you to them. You swallow hard as you try to hold back your tears. How can people live each day insulting someone they hardly know? What good does it make for them? You didn’t notice that you were staring at your phone when you felt Seokjin squeeze your thigh. 

“Y/N-ah, eat,” he said in his best English. 

In front of you the food as arrived. More than fifteen side bowls, meat grilling on the small grills, lunch boxes, kimchi soup, gimbap, and salad. You could hear your stomach growl. Looking around, all the boys are chattering away, laughing, and having a good time. You look beside and watch Seokjin stuff his mouth with meat wrapped in a lettuce leaf. The thoughts that you’ve kept locked up behind your mind somehow escape the lock.

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anonymous asked:

So Qui-Gon's been sending bounty hunting Kenobi gifts. Do they ever start exchanging letters? Or just one of them sending letters, so they get to know each other more? An exchange of gifts and a few face-to-face meetings don't seem like a lot to build a relationship on. (Unless that's Kenobi's intention.) I just want to see them talking and working together despite the difference in worldview and temperament, to be honest. (Unless, of course, Kenobi chooses differently.)

Collapsing down on his couch, Qui-Gon sighed and ignored the flashing of his comm for just a few moments, rubbing a hand over his tired face. Force, the mission had just been one disaster after another, from Anakin getting dosed with aphrodisiac, to the princess trying to overthrow the queen to the entire planet almost throwing themselves into anarchy.

Basically, everything had been on fire.

And personally he blamed his padawan.

Qui-Gon sighed again before finally getting to his feet and opening up his messages. Summons by the council, a message from Dooku, message from Madam Nu, Message from Yoda…huh…OWK?

Qui-Gon stared at the unfamiliar comm sender before opening it.

Fuck you. Its impressive. Thank you. Kenobi.

His eyebrows rose before he started chuckling. “He’s rude even in his messages. At least he liked the tempered knife…” Qui-Gon mused before typing in a reply.

Rude, but you’re welcome. I hope it helps you out in your work though spare me the details. Feel like talking?

He sent of and went to take a shower and get ready for the council meeting where he would have to explain just what the hell happened with his padawan.


“Okay, why are you sending me things Jinn?” Obi-Wan glared at him through the holo.

“Because I wanted to. I rather like you.” Qui-Gon confessed with a small smile. “Is it unappreciated? I can stop.”

The bounty hunter looked away. “…The boots are…nice.”

“Just nice?”

“Don’t push it Jinn. They’re better then the ones I had, proper leather and of quality.” Obi-Wan huffed, arms crossed over his chest.

“Well then…perhaps we can start anew then, hello Obi-Wan.” Qui-Gon smiled gently to him.

“…Hello Qui-Gon.” The omega made himself more comfortable, sitting down and Qui-Gon did the same.

“How are you? You look well.”

“…Good, thank you. You?”


“It looks painful.” Qui-Gon’s brows furrowed. “Have you put bacta on it?”

“I can’t afford it right now.” Obi-Wan grumbled, rubbing at his bruised eye gingerly. “It will heal.”

“…Do you want to learn how Jedi heal themselves? You have the Force, I’d be more then happy to teach you.” The Jedi offered with a quiet voice.

“How?” Obi-Wan’s blue eyes sparked in interest.

“It would require meditation.”

“…Ugh, of course it does.” The other groaned and Qui-Gon smothered a small chuckle he didn’t think Obi-Wan would appreciate. The other was still sulking a bit and Qui-Gon took that time to study him while Obi-Wan was not looking at him. Except for the bruise, the copper haired omega looked good.

He looked feed, warm and groomed. Last he saw him he had seemed skinny.

“…Healing without bacta would be a useful skill.” Obi-Wan suddenly announced and looked back at him. “Alright, teach me to meditate.”


Qui-Gon blinked, looking around his quarters as Anakin made a straight beeline towards the fresher for a long longed for shower.

Something felt a bit…different. Not bad but different and it took Qui-Gon several moments before he spotted what it was.

In his window sill among the other potted plants stood a new pot in a dark blue color with little stars dotted on it like a constellation. Qui-Gon sat down his bag and moved over to it, stroking the fragile looking plant in the pot with a fingertip.

A night bloom, rare and hard to grow. It would only grow underneath the light of stars and moons and removing it from its native soil often killed the plant. The entire plant was black with curling leaves to protect the treasured inside, not yet blooming for Qui-Gon but he had seen them before, the flower inside it would be white and glow faintly to encourage the nighttime insects to visit it with a divine fragrance. Until it bloomed it would be considered an ugly little flower honestly.

Qui-Gon picked up a little card sitting innocently beside the pot.

Saw it and thought of you. Don’t look to much into it, its ugly. OWK.

No mention of the problems Obi-Wan certainly must have had procuring the plant. No mention of the difficulty of keeping it alive and adapting it to its new soil and environment.

Stroking the leaves gently, Qui-Gon stood at the window long enough for Anakin to step out of the fresher in clean clothes. “Master I’m d-are you alright?”

“Hmm? Oh, yes, quite fine. Make some tea would you Anakin? I have a message to type…”


“Greetings Obi-Wan, are you growing your hair out?” Qui-Gon blinked at the holo, eyeing the tail the other had pulled back.

The omega grumbled but nodded. “Its a karking load of work but I need it for my next mission.” He huffed and sat back in his chair.

“Hmm, I see. Well, it suits you very much.” Blue eyes took in the others features, the way a few strands escaped and framed Obi-Wan’s strong face. He could almost imagine how the copper strands brought out the color of the others eyes even now.

“I…really?” Obi-Wan blinked, clearing his throat. “Oh…hmm…” He thoughtfully played with the tail of his hair.

“Yes. But that’s just my opinion. If you find it to much work, you can always cut it.” Qui-Gon didn’t want the other to do something rash. And Obi-Wan wasn’t the type to grow his hair just to please someone else.

“…But you like it? You…you think it looks nice on me?”

“I think it frames your face rather handsomely Obi-Wan. And I can imagine the color of your hair brings out your eyes. Yes, I do quite like it.”

“Hmm…a honest compliment.” Qui-Gon blinked at that then hummed in return, wondering how many had paid Obi-Wan genuine compliments without trying to get into his pants at the same time.

“…We’ll see about it, I might keep it.” Obi-Wan finally settled on.



“Mhmm…I imagine business is good for you?”

Obi-Wan scowled at him, the long braid resting freely down his back which settled Qui-Gon’s nerves. It meant that Obi-Wan was somewhere safe if he was letting the braid out of his bun.

“I guess. I’m limiting which side I work for after all.”

“Because of me?”

Obi-Wan looked away, scowling ever harder.

“…Obi-Wan, thank you.”

“Don’t…read so much into it Jinn. I just…enjoy your holos and gifts, that’s all.”

“I’m sure.” Qui-Gon smiled softly.

Bam Bam’s Twin Sister Part 15!

                                                                                                                                  “We only have two more days left here,” Jaebum spoke up as we finished lunch on our sixth day in LA. “So we need to do something fun tonight.”

“We’ve already been to the beach,” Jackson recalled, “and we went bowling the other night, too.”

“How about Y/N picks,” Mark says as he motions to me. “She hasn’t really picked anything.”

“That’s a good idea,” Jinyoung nods with a small smile.

“As long as she doesn’t choose a girly place,” Bam Bam mutters from the other side of me.

I send him a light glare before looking at the rest of the group. “Um… Papa said something about a fair earlier…”

“Ah, that’s right. The next county over is having their annual fair,” Papa Tuan nods. “They’ll be a petting zoo, rides, and all kinds of games.”

“Rides…?” Jackson frowned slightly.

“Not all of them are rollercoaster rides,” Mark laughed at his friend. “There’s several that spin and theirs even swings.”

“Okay,” Jackson slowly smiles. “As long as it doesn’t have any loops and swirls, I think I’ll be okay.”

“So it’s decided?” Yugyeom asks excitedly. “We can go to the fair?”

“All in favor, raise your hand!” Jaebum says, and everyone immediately raises their hands.

I look around with wide eyes, taking in all the rides and all the booths with games in them. The smell of funnel cakes and fried food caked the air, making my mouth water slightly. I had never seen a fair like this, and it was quite a sight.

“Can we ride that?!” Bam points to a ride that is set up kinda like a swing set, but instead of swings it’s a long bar that has seats on the end of it. The ride slowly goes back and forth until it’s eventually upside for a few seconds and swinging up and down quickly, and even the seats are moving!

“I’m not riding that,” Jackson says with wide eyes. “No way!”

“I’m with you…” I say, my stomach twirling at just the thought of it.

“We have all evening, let’s not exhaust ourselves with rides already,” Youngjae tells them.

“Can we see the animals first?” I ask, motioning to a large tent ahead. “That’s where the animals are, right…?” I ask, unsure since all I can really make out of the sign is zoo.

“Mhm,” Mark nods with a smile. “We can go there first,” he says, speaking for the rest.

We make it to the tent and see all kinds of animals. Sheeps, goats, cows, pigs, typical farm animals, and there is even a few camels and zebras, too.

“Look Jackson, its you,” Bam Bam laughs, pointing to an overweight pig who was laying on the ground sleeping.

Jackson grabs Bam, acting as if he is going throw him over the bars and causing Bam to yelp. “Yah…” Jackson just glares when he lets go of Bam Bam’s shirt.

“Come on Youngjae, it’s not that bad,” Jaebum was telling him as he pet the camel. “Just reach your arm out.”

Slowly, Youngjae outstretches his arm, his hand barely getting to the camels nose before his arm shot back to his side and he hide behind Jaebum, who was laughing.

“Y/N,” Mark walks up to me and hands me a small bag that has pieces of carrots in it. “Here,” he smiles, opening it for me.

I beam, grabbing a piece, and the little pigmy goats I’m standing by start to go crazy. All of them are trying to stick their little heads between the bars and it’s ridiculously cute.

Mark takes out his phone, “smile,” he says as I continue to feed the little goats. I smile for some, but mostly I’m too busy giggling at how cute and silly the animals are being.

“Hey, I want some!” Jackson reaches over Mark and grabs a few pieces of carrots. When Bam Bam tries to do the same, Mark closes the bag.

“Hey, I got these for Y/N, not you guys,” he tells them seriously, and I can’t help the little whirl of butterflies my stomach sets off.

“Ugh, you’re always spoiling Y/N,” Bam Bam frowns, leaning on the gates beside where I was kneeling down.

“So?” Mark raises a brown with a shrug. His eyes meet mine and he sends me a wink that makes my heart skip a beat.

We finish feeding the animals and walking through the buildings to see the displays of art and people trying to get your attention to sell you things. The sun is starting to set, the air is getting a little bit more chiller but it’s not too bad as we make our way towards the rides.

“Come on!” Bam Bam is pulling Yugyeom, who agreed to ride the ride from earlier with him.

“Let’s ride that one, Hyung!” Youngjae tells Jaebum as he points to one that you go in and spin around really fast in.

“Look, you think you’d be okay with that?” Jinyoung asks Jackson, pointing to one that’s set up like hand gliders. You lay down and the ride goes around quickly with the gliders moving up and down too.

“Yeah,” Jackson nods. “Let’s try it!”

And just like that, everyone is gone but me and Mark… we glance at each other and I can’t help but blush slightly because we really are alone.

“What would you like to ride?” Mark asks me.

I glance around, unsure. There’s so many to choose from. We start walking, but there’s so many people that it’s hard to stay right beside each other… That is, until Mark reaches out and grabs my hand. I glance up at him, my eyes wide and I know for certain my cheeks are red.

“I don’t want to lose you in the crowd, Little One,” he smiles.

I smile back, holding onto his hand a bit tighter. “Then don’t let go,” I find myself saying and I’m surprised by how confidently I said it.

Mark turns his head away, but I can see how his ears and cheeks grow red and I can’t help but feel rather pleased at myself. It’s nice knowing that I can make him blush like he can me…

Mark and I ride several rides, and it seems like each one we go on, the closer and closer we get. There was on ride that even went so fast that it kept me literally glued to his side the whole time - not that I minded, and he didn’t seem to mind either with the way he kept his arm secure around me.

Even though we had finished riding the rides, and it was growing late, Mark still held my hand as we walked down the streets. I couldn’t help but feel extremely giddy, we looked like a couple, didn’t we?

“Hey, wanna win your girl something nice?” A man in front of a row of balloons asked in perfect English. I glanced up at Mark, wondering what he had said.

“Yeah,” Mark nodded, answering the man’s question.

“What did he say?” I asked curiously as we walk towards the man.

Mark smiled, “he asked if we wanted to play.”

“But don’t these things cost money?” I raise a brow.

Mark simply shrugs, “I want to win you something,” he tells me and my insides about melt.

I watch as Mark pays the guy and he gets three darts to throw. Mark explained it to me that if he can manage to hit each dart to a balloon, the bigger the prize will be. And he does…He hits each dart to the balloon with ease.

“Which one would you like?” He asks me with a proud grin as he points to several stuffed animals hanging up above us.

“The cute dog,” I smile up at it. It looks like a giant stuffed corgi. It’s head is big and a soft brown color with a longer looking body.

Mark points to the dog and the guy gets it down for him before handing it to him. “Here,” he says, handing it to me.

It’s super soft, just like I expected it to be and I hold it tightly. “Thank you, Mark.”

Our phones dinging catches our attentions, but it’s just a text from Papa Tuan, letting us all know that the fair was about to close and that we have time to ride one last ride if we want.

“How about we ride that?” Mark asks, motioning towards the Ferris Wheel that is lit up and sparking beautifully. To our surprise, Jaebum, Youngjae, Jinyoung and Jackson all had the same idea, too.

“Where’s Bam and Yugyeom?” Mark ask, not seeing them anywhere.

“They wanted to ride that monster again,” Jackson shudders at the thought.

“Hey, that looks like Coco!” Youngjae laughs, pointing to the stuffed dog in my arms.

“No… it doesn’t,” Jaebum tells him flatly, making us laugh.

“That looks nothing like Coco,” Jinyoung adds.

“You can’t blame Youngjae though,” Jackson snickers, “every dog reminds him of Coco.”

After standing in line for another five minutes, we’re finally able to get on the ride. Jaebum, Jinyoung, Youngjae and Jackson all get into one lift, and Mark and I get on the one behind them. I sit the stuffed dog on the other side of me, so Mark could sit beside me. He causally slung his arm behind me and I leaned into him slightly.

“I think I’m going to name him Tai,” I spoke, motioning towards the dog.

Mark nodded slowly, as if he was actually deep in thought about something. “That’s a good name,” he told me with a gentle smile.

We ride in silence for a few seconds before I hear him sigh. “They’re not nearly as beautiful as you,” he tells me softly.

My eyes widen, and my cheeks feel as if they on fire. “W-what…?” I ask gently.

“The other day when we went shopping and you were looking at those flowers, that’s what I said,” he told me. “You’re beautiful…”

All I could do is stare at him as my heart hammered in my chest. He thought I was beautiful? He was glowing… The lights were dancing across his smooth skin, his smile so bright on his soft lips. His dark eyes were staring at me so intensely, but they were also so soft…

“That guy earlier with the balloons called you my girl,” he tells me. A smile plays on his lips. “It made me happy that he thought that…”

Above us, the others were laughing as Jackson screamed about something, but all I could mainly hear was my heart thudding in my hears.

“Little One…” Mark moves just a bit closer to me and my breath catches as I see him glance down at my lips for a second. “I like you,” he whispers. “I like you a lot…”

My head feels like it’s going to spin off at any moment, and my heart cannot calm down. For a short second, my mind goes back to just earlier this week, when I was sure that I wouldn’t be able to make it a full week with Jaebum. Now I realize that all I have ever had on him was a crush… He was good looking and nice, but he had never made me feel the way Mark was making me feel at this moment.

“Mark…” I whispered, and his eyes widened slightly as I licked my bottom lip. “It’s weird… I’ve known you for a long time, but this week… This week, I think I’ve fallen for you…” I told him honestly.

When Bam Bam had first became a trainee for JYP, it didn’t take long for him and the others to become like family. Soon they became like family to me too, as well as the other families, but the Tuan’s have always been special. Papa Tuan took Bam and I under his wing after our father passed away and Mark… He was always there, too. He always made sure Bam wasn’t picking on me too much and that I was happy. Even now, with this trip… inviting me with the others and making sure we were doing things I’d like…

“I like you, Markie…” I smile softly as I glance up at him.

“Little One…” he whispers as he starts to lean down.

My heart races as I close my eyes expectantly.

“OH MY GOD!” Youngjae yells suddenly. “MARK IS GOING TO KISS Y/N!”

“WHAT?!” Jinyoung shouts.

“YOUNGJAE!” Jackson and Jaebum yell.

“YOU JUST RUINED IT!” Jackson says dramatically.

Mark sighs, resting his forehead against mine. Despite being extremely embarrassed and blushing head to toe, I can’t help but smile at him and he smiles back. “We should have ditched them,” he mutters as Jackson continues to whine about the miss kiss. He lifts his head to look at his smirking and laughing friends. “Yah! You guys mind your own business!”

“Smoochy smoochy~” Jaebum and Jackson giggle poking out their lips.

Mark just shakes his head, his arm around my shoulders pulls me closer to him and I can see the small smile tugging on his lips. Even though I’m bummed about that almost kiss, I know they’ll still plenty of chances for us to have one before we have to leave. With a smile, I rest my head against his shoulder and enjoy the rest of the ride.

- I hope you guys enjoyed it! 

Next part- More teasing of course! Maybe finally a smoochy smoochy ;)

[Part fourteen] // [Part sixteen] 

One Sided Love..(JoshxReader)

This was requested by —- Reader and Josh have a baby together on a one night stand. Reader fell in love in such a short amount of time but Josh has different and a secret that changes everything and I’m not saying that Josh would ever do this in real life. WARNING MAJOR PLOT TWIST AT THE END! I’m evil. I’m gonna leave you hanging. ;)
But this is split into two.

Reader’s Point of View

“Yea, you should have been there. I was playing basket ball with Josh and tried passing him the ball but he wasn’t paying attention and nailed him straight in the face.” Tyler laughed.

I chuckled and looked around. Tyler and I have been friends for awhile but I haven’t actually meet Josh yet. 

I have heard about him a lot but never had time to meet him. Tyler just got back from tour and he was telling me about all the memories that happened during tour.  I missed Tyler a lot but he had bigger things that he had going on in his life and I had to be okay without actually being okay with it.

“The best part was that he blacked out for like two minutes. He’s fine but it was funny.” Tyler said.

“Anyways, what going on in my girl best friends life? Anything new? Boyfriend? Best Friends? Have you replaced me?” He looked at me pretending to be hurt and put his hand over his heart and his other hand was motioning a single tear. 

I laugh and push him lightly.

“Oh never.” I say dramatically. “How could I ever replace you, dear old friend..” You laugh.

“Hey, I’m not that old. Hey, I have an idea.” He smiled.

“Oh god, this isn’t going to end well. He has an idea. Lord have mercy.” I put my hands up in a praying way.

“You’re just a meanie. But, I think you should meet Josh. How long have I known you and you have never meet my rock star bandmate. Plus, I think you two would get along fairly well.” He winked.

“Uggh, Why are you like this and that sounds fun….The meeting him part not the ummm, anyways how are you and Jenna?” I asked trying to change the subject.

“Were fine but I think we should get back before its pitch black outside.” He turns around and starts walking back the way we came from . “So, aliens.”

“Dude, I so believe that they are real. Like how could they not be. I honestly, don’t understand people that don’t believe. How could there not be something that is living besides us in this universe. I mean were here right so how could something else not be here?”

I love topics like these but this wasn’t up for debate for me. Aliens are real and I would bet good money they don’t have football heads with bug eyes.

“You took the words out of my mouth.” Tyler chuckled. “But I understand. But, what’s up with that probing stuff. Like, where did that come from?”

We walk up to the house and I just laugh. I open the door only to be greeted by an amazing smell. I turn to my right and see Mama Joseph holding a big pot of Chicken Soup. My absolute favorite.

“Whoa, Mamma J. You need help?”

“No, thank you dear.” She smiled.

“Come on lets go to my room. Jenna’s getting your room ready.” Tyler pulled my arm and dragged me down the hallway into his room.

This was always my second home since I met Tyler. I come over all the time. I went into the room and looked around. Just how it was left last time I was here. Tyler was on tour for  months and I missed coming around but I always came to Jay’s basketball games. Him and I were always close but not as close as Tyler and I.

“Awwe, Y/n! You’re here. Its been awhile.” Jenna came into the room and hugged me. It was more like a death trap rather than a hug but it was cozy. Kinda, not really. I hugged her back and let go after awhile.

“Y/n, you must be tired. Lets get you to bed.”


“Uggh, Its too early. What time is it?” I say as I pull the bed covers over my head to try to block the sun from my face.

“Um, Let me check. 10:56, so almost 11. GET UP YOU LAZY ASS.” He yelled.

“Ugh, come on. Where are we going?” Yes, it was late. No, this isn’t unusually. I got up and walked to the my backpack and grabbed it.

“Just to the park, then ice cream. With Jenna, You and I…..and Josh.” Tyler whispered the last part but I still heard it.  I looked back at him with wide eyes.

“You didn’t.” I whisper with wide eyes and my jaw dropped.

“Oh, but I did.” Tyler smirked. “and I’m not sorry.”

“Why you gotta do this to me, Tyler? And, such early notice too.” I groaned and got up trying to make myself look somewhat presentable.

I choose a Fall Out Boy shirt and a red flannel. Then, black skinny jeans and black vans. Eh, I look okay. Just need to slightly curl my hair. After everything was done me and Tyler walked to the park by his house.

“No, but Giraffes are the most alien like creature. They have black tongues BLACK TONGUES! And, why are they so tall like why. Yea, They need to reach food on trees but like black tongues.” I chuckle at my choice of words.

Tyler laughs but agrees. We continue to walk when I suddenly bump into to someone.

“Oh my gosh, I am so sorry. I wasn’t looking to where I was going and —” I look up to the person and see that it’s the guy in all the magazines beside Tyler. “Oh Josh, Duh.”

“Okay, not the best start but Y/n this is Josh and Josh this is Y/n.” Tyler laughed at my awkwardness and I just glared at him.

I looked at Josh again and might I say he is a mighty fine fellow.

And, his eyes are just so whoa. They were so consuming. I couldn’t look away he was just so beautiful. His hair was a purple color that fit him rather well. He smiled and it was a really good smile. He had a snapback on and a Panic! At the Disco, muscle shirt with black ripped jeans and burgundy vans.  He looked good. I liked that shirt on him but I’d like it better o–.

“You done staring Y/n? Jenna’s gonna be here right now.” Tyler laughed but Josh just smirked and let me tell you that was really freaken attractive. “Oh look she’s here.” Tyler pointed at Jenna and ran towards her.

“So, Y/n you know that were gonna be the loaners while they go do cute couple stuff. Major third and fourth wheel.” Josh informed me.

“I think i can handle it. Just a reminded that I’ll be forever alone.” I joked. Well kinda.

“Oh, come on. A beautiful girl like you would have any guy on there knees.” He smiled. He then got closer and closer until he was right next to me. He was so close to me that I could feel his breaths on my skin. He then leaned closer and turned his head right next to my ear.

“Kinda like me.” He whispers. He then starts walking towards Tyler and Jenna like nothing.

Welp, that just happed. Act calm Y/n. A really hot guy just said I was beautiful. Wow.


A couple weeks after Josh and I met we started hanging out a lot more but there was also a lot of playful behavior. Like, one minute he would flirt with me then the next he would ask if I wanted food. First off, was that even a question. Second, It was really freaken confusing. Right now, Tyler, Josh, Jenna and I were watching Suicide for the hundredth time.

 But, things got a little more interesting and unexpected. Josh and I were up and awake but Tyler and Jenna feel asleep in each other’s  arms. Josh suddenly grabbed my hand and laced it with his. He wrapped his arm around me and started kissing me. Okay, this wasn’t the first time this had happened but I still got butterflies each time.

I have to admit something. I fell for Josh in such a small of time. I realize that.

But, just because I know that doesn’t mean that I am willing to accept it. I don’t want to be in love but love isn’t a choice. But, it was hard not to fall in love with him. Josh was a great guy. He was like a guy in some school girls dreams. Ya, know that guy with dreamy eyes and a perfect personality yep that was Josh. But, even through the flirting I think he doesn’t feel the same way. It was just an act nothing more.

“Lets take this to the room…”

Use your imagination.….yea do that.

The sunlight came pouring into the room signaling that it was time to wake up. Oh boy, here comes reality. I wake up with a headache and turn around without opening my eyes. I’m one of those people that  have to lay down to wake up I don’t know its weird. I snuggle my head closer to the sheets when I hear a soft snore.

Memories of last night came flooding in. I smile at the thought and turn around to face Josh. He was sleeping but that came to an end as he began to stir awake. His eyes fluttered open reveling the brown eyes that were once hidden. His hair was a curly mess but it suited him. He looked at me and smiled which I returned back.

“Hi.” I chuckled.

“Hi.” He smiled. “Well, I guess its time to get up. I’ll make breakfast.” He said as he turned back around. He got up and got dressed and I did the same. He walked out of the room but not before mumbling something.

“What did I do?” He sighed sounding sad but continued walking.

“What was that?” I call after him not understanding the words that were being spoken.

“Oh, uh nothing.” He smiled. But, I could tell it was not a genuine smile.  I didn’t think much of it and started to walk towards my phone. I had 4 texts from Tyler and 1 from Jenna. I clicked Tyler and the first message was…..,

T: So, Like can you keep it down please?

T: This is really weird.

T: Jenna and I are just gonna ya know go.

T: Wait, this is my house.

I laughed and then I clicked Jenna’s name.

J: We left. See you in the morning. I guess.

Okay, then. I set my phone down and walked into the kitchen where Josh was.

I was sick, once again. I personally hate being sick. I don’t know why you would like it but hey, I don’t judge. Anyways, Jenna knew I was sick an insisted on helping even though I denied her tons of time. I think I’m fine, I’ll just throw up and go on with my day. I think its nothing but a stomach bug nothing more. (We all know where this is going. Typical. Haha)

“I think we should go to the store and get ya know, a test.” Jenna smiled nervously and looked over her shoulder. My eyes go wide as she said those words.

“You really think that.. I-I’m p-” I cut myself off with the sudden realization that comes to mind.

Okay, I’m going to make a part two of this and I’m really sorry but I just want to get something up and so I decided to just make a really long part two. So, I have been working on this other writing and wanted to give you a little peek of what’s to come.

Breathing was getting harder and harder as time passes by for Tyler. He knew he had to tell Josh. He knew that it was going to break him. He knew that he didn’t have long. But, one thing he didn’t know, was how Josh was going to act. Tyler was scared, fiddling with his thumbs while looking at the rain that was pouring outside, setting the scene. As if the weather was planned for this exact moment.

He was going to tell Josh, it was only a matter of time. Josh was like a metaphoric angel to Tyler. Josh was the only thing that Tyler truly loved and Josh returned that back to Tyler.

They loved each other and that’s all that mattered. Not all people would agree with them being together but they kept quite because even they could tell how in love they were.

For awhile it was amazing, some may say it was too good to be true, and it was. Sadly, it was. For what once was peaceful and loving would soon be shattered by the thing that had no cure. Just because it had no cure does not mean that there was no hope. Even Tyler himself had hope, him being the one the who was most effected.


  Yes it’s a Joshler writing.   That was just a little taste.


When Bitty mentioned, “I had that nightmare again about getting tackled during Pee Wee football” I had to write a fic in which he tells Jack about them for the first time. Lots of angst, and then fluff. Warning for mentions of violence and low-key homophobia. 


“And…what about the dream, Bits?”

Bitty startles and blinks, “Oh… I’m so sorry… I must’ve blanked out…for a second there… I….” He wipes his eyes.

“Shh, shh,” Jack’s voice is low and warm in his ear, “It’s okay. Take all the time you need, Bud. I only have press tomorrow, remember?”

Bitty sputters, “But-”

“Tater isn’t going wake up even if there’s an earthquake. I promise.” Just to confirm Jack looks across the dark room. Sure enough, the large lump that is Tater is rumbling away in the other bed.

“It’s still 2:43 in the morning for you, Jack.”

“I don’t care.”

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If Fallout 4 was a Movie

Now I did a little digging and I had some recommendation. This is my personal opinion after all of that, so if you think of someone that you think would be better let me know! I tried really hard on this so be nice please. Here we go:

1. Emily Beecham as Cait - Beecham (28 Days Later) is an English-American actress from Manchester, England who has Irish heritage. I think it’s important to keep heritage similar at the least. Her eye color doesn’t match though ):

2. Eli Roth as Paladin Danse - Roth (Inglourious Basterds) has played tough guys before so he could kick ass as Danse. Little thin in the face but he’s got the “look.” Believe me when I saw it was hard to find a look alike for Danse. I was kinda feelin’ Ben Affleck too but he don’t got them eyebrows.

3. Anne Hathaway/Marion Cotillard as Curie - Personally I think Hathaway (Princess Diaries/Les Miserables/etc) looks more like Curie (except eye color) but Cotillard (Inception) might be the better bet seeing as she is French and her eye color matches.

4. Damian Lewis/Alan Tudyk as Deacon - Lewis (Band of Brothers) wins the look-alike contest HANDS DOWN. However, I recommend Tudyk (Firefly) because he is an American actor and he is known for his humor which is Deacon’s most distinctive quality.

5. Danny Shorago as Hancock - Sorry I went lazy with this one. Shorago (ACTUAL voice actor of Hancock) is so unique and crazy, I literally cannot imagine anyone else playing him. He is in a comedy group but has never professionally acted (to the best of my knowledge).

6. Krysten Ritter as Piper - Ritter (Breaking Bad/Jessica Jones) is the singularly best person I can think of for this role. She has a wide acting range and vocal ability, she could be an awesome Piper.

7. Lance Gross/Frank Ocean as X6-88 - UGH I had such a hard time choosing and I am still stuck between them. Gross (Tyler Perry…) and Ocean (singer/songwriter) are both 6′0 so that didn’t help make it easier. Gross has more of the body but Ocean has more of that pouty face.

8. Orlando Bloom as MacCready - Sorry after I saw tumblr user robert-joseph-macready my mind was stuck on him; LOOK AT THE PERFECT RESEMBLANCE! Bloom (Pirates of the Carriblean/LOTR) has that similiar boo-boo face even though his eyes don’t match. Oh well. Ppl will still drool.

9. John Boyega/Brandon T. Jackson as Preston Garvey - Boyega (Star Wars VII) is a new and young actor so might not be the best choice (but looks alike), whereas BTJ (Percy Jackson) has a similar likeness overall.

10. Tommy Lee Jones as Nick Valentine - I almost co-starred him with Sean Bean but we all know how that would’ve turned out. Jones (MIB, Batman Forever, etc) is famous for his role of being a snarky yet serious old dude that’s a bad ass. Plus it’ll be mostly CGI anyway.

All My Idols Ch 12: Drunken Princess

“I don’t know about this,” I mumble awkwardly as I nibble on my lip. My coworker that I hardly ever talk to has been insisting my whole entire shift that I should go out with her and a few of our other coworkers to a club; something I never did even back in America. No, I don’t have plans and the boys are busy until really late so I was just planning on waiting there until they got home.

“Please Charlie!” Bailey begs me cutely. She stares down at me, being a few inches taller, with her large blue eyes and puffs out a pink lip. Like most of the staff here she is a foreigner from America, though I’m the only one that is mixed race.

“What time?” I sigh giving in, tired of her constant begging.

She gives me a massive smile as she claps, jumping up and down. “I’ll swing by at 10, make sure to wear a dress or at least something other than your work uniform.” Her eyes scan me up and down, obviously not appreciating my basic black jeans and tank top.

“Ugh, fine.”

She wanders away to finish whatever she had been doing before as I squat down behind the bar to rest for a minute. This is the number one reason I hate working the day shift at the normally loud packed bar. The normally blaring loud music is switched to a different, calmer genre and the customers are less constant and less demanding. Giving Bailey plenty of opportunities to beg me about going out.

I’m able to leave a little after nine, not giving me much time to shower and get ready to go out. Even though going out isn’t my thing I can’t help but be a little excited about it. Since I’ve been in Korea I haven’t been able to go out in public and do things with my close friends because of their status so I figure might as well enjoy it even though I don’t know these people that well. I apply more make than usual, wanting to be more sexy compared to my normal cute self. With bold winged eyeliner, fake lashes, and bright red lipstick I look more my age. Finding an outfit is easy enough, considering my going out clothes consisted of only the last few hangers in my closet. I grab a tight black dress, a cute leather jacket and a nice pair of bright red high heels.

When I’m ready to go I stop in front of my full length mirror and gasp at the sight of myself. Not to sound cocky but I look really good, with some help from contorting I was able to make my normally round baby face sharper with high cheek bones. With my usual wardrobe of sweat pants and over sized shirts my curves are hidden but in my tight dress seeing my full chest and hard earned butt is not a problem. My long curls rest against my lower back naturally, I feel pretty.

I nearly die laughing when I think about how any of my oppas or dongseangs would react to seeing me like this. Wide eyes and mouths hanging open. The thought is too amazing and I can’t help but take a picture of myself in the mirror and text GD, who had texted me earlier about my plans. With a mischievous grin on my face I text:

Going out with some people from work, I’ll come over later!

Adding the picture on after I turn off my phone and head down to the now full bar. Bailey is sitting there on one of the stools already sipping a drink. I scoff at her as I drop my purse on the counter.

“This is where we are going out to?” I swipe her drink away and take a swig.

She glares at me before snatching it back, “I was waiting for you.”

“Than where are we going?”

“A hot club a little ways away. Lets go, everyone else is waiting outside.” She hops off the stool before leading me outside where, the few coworkers we have that aren’t working, are waiting. It’s three guys and one other girl. One of the guys that I work with regularly beams at me with a handsome smile, while the others just give me polite smiles. As the other four pair up I realize what is going on but choose to ignore it, hopping this isn’t some kind of date.

Leo is the guy’s name, he’s decently tall, 178 or something, and actually not bad looking at all. With sandy brown hair and green eyes he is the perfect all American boy that you see in movies. We begin walking to the club, the others already deep in conversation.

He stares down at me, “Have you picked up another job or something?”

“Huh?” I’m taken by surprise by his question.

“You’ve looked a bit tired lately and the boss has been saying that you are hardly ever home anymore so I’m just curious,” He is suddenly awkward with his explaining, much different from his normally confident and cocky personality.

I shake my head, “No new job.”

“So a boyfriend?”

Again I shake my head, “No boyfriend, just friends who have the opposite schedule as me so I have to go out a lot to see them.”

He grins and nods, satisfied with my answer, but I only feel unnerved. Leo is someone I normally feel comfortable with since I know his personality well. He’s a playboy, and that has never bothered me because his sights are usually set on someone else but I can feel his eyes scanning me.

When we reach the club , that is more than a little ways away, I already want to kick off my heels and go back home at the sight of the line. People are lined up around the corner, all beautiful girls and handsome guys, some foreign but mostly natives. I look to my group hoping they are as discouraged as me but they look just the opposite.

The other girl, Lacey, grins at Bailey, “You can get us in right?”

Bailey, looking as cocky as ever smirks back, “Of course, I’m close with the owner.” She confidently passes the long line to the big bouncer who does not look at all amused by the tall blonde. “Bailey Kalls,” She sings. The bouncer huffs as he looks down at the clipboard in his hands, scanning it and easily finding her name. He waves us through without another word but doesn’t mind giving us an annoyed glare. Inside the club it’s really dark with only flashes of bright lights in different colors to help. Bailey confidently leads the way to a surprisingly unoccupied semicircle booth. We scoot in, Leo sitting way too close for comfort, and order our drinks. I scan the club, taking in the massive dance floor and large DJ booth on the far side of the club.

There is a balcony that I’m guessing is for VIP or special parties. The large group up there right now seems to be going pretty hard with lots of beautiful girls in outfits skimpier than my own. I watch them dance with the mostly attractive, younger Korean men. A familiar face catches my eye, Jooyoung, an attractive artist from the same company as Monsta X. I met him one of the other times Bobby and B.I took me to see Jay, Zico and Loco. He, like all of my knights, is absolutely amazing and normally sweet, at least when he talks to me. But as I watch him up there going hard I laugh, enjoying the sight of the real Jooyoung.

“Do you want to dance?” Leo whisper yells in my ear. I was to distracted watching Joo to notice the others had left to dance. Taking off my jacket, I down my drink and half of Bailey’s before nodding and allowing him to pull me out of the booth to the packed dance floor. The alcohol doesn’t take long to start working with my stomach empty. I start not minding Leo’s closeness as we dance, moving deeper into the massive sweaty crowd. We dance for an hour or two, I’m not really sure, before I feel the need for another drink. Slipping away from him, ignoring his protests, I push my way threw the crowd to the bar. I order five shots on Bailey’s tab and grin happily when the bartender sets them down in front of me. Catching sight of the cute bartenders watch I see that it’s midnight. Good the night is just beginning.

As I down my last shot I happen to look up at the balcony to notice Jay along with Zico and Loco staring down in my direction, their eyes narrowed at me. I grimace before quickly slipping my way back into the massive crowd. Leo is nowhere to be seen but I manage to find Bailey and Lacey dancing with two guys I have never seen before. Regardless I join their group and start dancing, hoping my oppas won’t be able to recognize me. I forget about them as time passes and the alcohol takes over. I always forget how much of a lightweight I am as my mind becomes a bit cloudier.

As my heels become less steady I excuse myself, not that they really cared, back to our booth. Slipping in I feel much better already, that is until a waitress walks by and offers me a few more shots. Against my better judgment I accept them and she sets the three on the table. I take one but am interrupted by a still pretty sober Leo.

“How about a lover shot?” He smirks his signature smirk at me. I roll my eyes and down another shot. His smirk falters. “Why did you disappear earlier?”

“I didn’t disappear I got some more to drink,” I explain as I grab my last shot.

“Don’t you even care that I was looking for you?” He snaps annoyed and I’m much to drunk to even register what he is mad about.

I try my best to apologize, though I’m not 100% sure what for, “Sorry Leo, I couldn’t find you so I just danced with Bailey and Lacey, I figured we would find each other at some point but I didn’t think it was necessary.”

That apparently isn’t a good enough answer, “You didn’t think finding your date was necessary?”

I’m sober enough to understand that, “What date? Bailey asked me to go out, I didn’t even know you guys were coming. I’m sorry if that’s what you thought this was but I don’t want to date right now.”

He huffs and tries to grab me, “You think you can dump me that easily?!” He yells at me. I’m surprised when he lunges at me and is suddenly on top of me

I easily kick off my shoes and kick him out of the booth before just as easily slipping them back on. I glare at him slamming my glass on the table spilling the liquid. “I don’t know who the fuck you think you are but I’m not some helpless little girl you can fuck with. Don’t you ever put your nasty ass hands on me ever again.”

“You bitch,” He gets up off the floor and tries to get back in the booth but I push him down again, this time not bothering to take off my heel. Hopping to leave a nice bruise on his chest.

“If you ever try anything like this again I will kick your fucking ass, got asshole?” I growl.  

“Wow,” A familiar voice says with a laugh. A chorus of laughs echo around my booth as four of my knights surround Leo, their eyes not as friendly as their laughs. “What the fuck do you think you are doing?” Jay growls down at him.

Leo glances around scared and confused.

“Fucking scram,” Zico kicks the boy away, not taking his eyes off him until Leo is out the door. They look down at me, amusement and concern on all of their faces. I blink up at them not sure if what I’m experiencing is real or a drunk hallucination. I reach out and grab Loco, who is the closest and pull him down in to the booth.

“Oppa,” I mumble out as I pinch his chubby cheeks, an action he usually doesn’t appreciate but since it’s me and I’m drunk he just laughs.

“Hello there Princess, it’s nice to see you too,” Loco says though his laughs.

“Oppa!” I giggle gleefully as I wrap my arms around his neck and hug him tight.

“Someone is happy,” Zico laughs as he slides into the booth on the other side to be next to me, Jay and Joo follow suit. I nod excitedly releasing Loco and settling back in

“I could barely recognize you,” Jay says as he scans me.

“How did you find me then?”

“I don’t know, I was scanning the crowd then you and something just felt familiar, it was Zico who figured out it was you.”

“I didn’t even know you three were here,” I gesture to the three closest to me.

Joo raises his brow, “You saw me?”

I smirk and nod, “Yep, I saw you going hard up there. Way to go Oppa!” I lean over the table to him, ignoring the fact that I’m basically on it to squeeze one of now pink cheeks. As I sit back down I notice all the boys watching me with their hands up in case I fall making smile.

We sit there for a long time, the boys order us a round of drinks and I don’t have the judgmental part of my brain on anymore so I happily accept. Time flies and our conversations seem endless. They are extremely amazed with my sudden toughness and new vocabulary that very much conflicts with my normal cute appearance. The guys are finally buzzed while I was gone before they even showed up when they decide to call it a night. Glancing at the clock I see that it’s already four in the morning. Loco helps me out of the booth before leading me toward the door. We don’t get very far before I start wobbling in my heels. Without any question he swoops me up and carries me out of the half full club to the parking lot with the rest of the guys behind us.

They share a look before looking down at me happily humming in Loco’s arms. I start playing with the ties on his sweatshirt as if I have never seen something more amazing earning me a laugh from my on lookers.

“Princess, is your neighborhood deserted enough for us to take you home?” Joo asks as he affectionately strokes my head.

I shake my head still focused on the ties, “I live above a bar.”

Again, they look to each other, a silent debate going on between them. “Where should we take her?” Jay asks as he watches me. They all eye each other, not will to trust drunk me to any of the others.

“My big bang oppas are staying at a hotel near by!” I shout a little too loud.

“Hush Princess, don’t be too loud.” Loco whispers in my ear, I rest my head on his chest.

“Where are they staying?” Zico asks.

I tell them the hotel and they all nod with it being their safest option. An SUV pulls up and we get in, Loco still holding me. I fall asleep on the short ride, next thing I know I’m in a familiar lobby at the desk, with Jay and Zico arguing with the attendant behind the desk. I look up at Loco who has no problem holding my weight for however long we have been waiting here. Looking back at the familiar attendant I have Loco set me down before I try, as gracefully as possible to get to the desk.

“We know they are here so can you please just let us up?” Jay says completely irritated, I’m guessing this isn’t the first time he has said those words.

“Hi, my name is Charlotte Quinn, my name is on the list.” I try to sound as sober as possible but from Zico’s laugh I have a feeling it didn’t work. Thankfully the girl recognizes me and hands over the room key that I let at home. “Thank you,” I accept the card before handing it over to Jay not trusting myself with it. Joo scoops me up before I can get back to Loco, wanting some of my attention.

“Charlotte Quinn,” Joo repeats with a smile on his face.

“Oh shut it,” I grumble as I rest my head against his chest too tired and too drunk to put up much of a fight.

“You seem a lot more feisty than normal,” He teases.

“I thought you would be an affectionate drunk,” Loco chimes in as we make our way to the elevator.

“I am as long as no one starts something.”

Jay laughs, “So you’re one of those I don’t start the fight but I can finish it kind of drunk?”

I lazily nod, “I’m a very affectionate person usually.”

In the elevator we’re all silent, actually I’m trying to sleep and the boys are just staring at each other or me. When we reach the penthouse the boys debate on knocking. Jay hesitantly knock and it only takes a second for the door to me ripped open by GD.

I grin big, “Oppa!” I yell as I slip out of Joo’s grip to give GD a big hug. He hold me tight before glaring at the men behind me, but they aren’t afraid to glare back like my other friends. Leaning back I notice GD glaring and swat at him. “Ya! Stop that!”

He sighs and looks down at me, “We have been worried sick.”

“I know I’m sorry. We were talking and I lost track of time.”

“I thought you were going with people from work,” He eyes the others up.

“I did but they turned out to be assholes so these guys saved me.” My cussing surprises GD and his brow scrunches, while the others just bust out laughing, still not use to me using such bad language.

“Are you drunk?”

I smile like an idiot and nod, “Yep.” Again, GD glares at my knights.

“Don’t look at us, she was already pretty drunk when we found her,” Joo clarified.

“I did this to myself, I’m a big girl who can make her own decisions. But I am going to need help getting to bed.” I yawn as I turn around to say goodbye. “Thank you guys so much for saving me from what could have been a very bad night,” In a sad attempt at a bow I fall forward right into Jay who easily catches me.

“Wow there princess, we don’t know each enough for that,” He teases with a sexy smirk making me giggle.

“Yep it I’s time for you to go to bed,” GD tires to grab me away but stops when Jay wraps his arms around me.

“I would like my goodbye hug,” He says sweetly with his eyes on me. I happily oblige and wrap my arms around his waist, giving him a nice hug before I’m passed around to the other three. When goodbyes are done GD closes the door with a firm click from the lock.

“Oppas!” I yell gleefully as I drunkenly rush into the living room. Top and Dae are sitting there on their phones while Seungri and Youngbae are in the kitchen eating something. “The princess is here!” I laugh at myself as I collapse on the couch Dae is sitting on. Shimming my way up I manage to make it to Daesung, resting my head in his lap.

“What is going on?” Dae asks as he brushes my hair out of my face. The others collect around us staring down at me with concern and confusion.

GD sighs as he wanders away to the kitchen for something, “Our little princess is drunk.” Their eyes go wide as the study me as if they have never seen me, making me giggle.

“Who was outside?” Top asks.

“Jay Park, Zico, Jooyoung, and Loco,” GD’s tone is full of distaste.

“How did that happen?” Riri asks as he sits down, moving my feet on to his lap.

“They were at the same club,” I explain shortly as I start playing with Dae’s low hanging necklace.

“And how about that outfit?” Youngbae sounds like a disapproving father.

“I wanted to look nice. Do I look nice?” I glance down at my outfit, not really remembering what I’m wearing. The boys give me a once over before looking away.

“You look very pretty,” Dae pats my head sweetly.

“But my feet hurt,” I grumble as I look down at my heels as I try to kick them off with no luck. Thankfully Riri pities me and pulls them off before setting them on the floor. “Thank you Riri oppa!” I coo.

GD returns with a tall glass of water in one hand and instant noodles in the other. I cheer as I snap up in my seat happy for food. He can’t help but smile as he sets the noodles and water on the coffee table and I slip off the couch to the floor. He disappears once again but not for long, this time he shows up with a blanket. I happily accept it too, using it to cover my bare legs.

“Be careful, it’s hot,” He reminds me as he sits down next to me on the floor. They watch with small smiles as I drink my water and slowly eat my noodles. When I finish both the boys are ready for bed and the debate begins on where I should sleep. Top wins at first but hands the winning away to GD when it is decided that the same person must help me get ready for bed.

Sitting on the counter in a pair of GD’s sweatpants and his t-shirt I wait patiently as he puts a headband on me to wash my face. Youngbae and Riri are standing in the doorway while Dae is sitting on the toilet lid watching with amusement as GD starts scrubbing my face. I was sober enough to change myself only falling once and earning a bump on my head prompting the need for someone to wash my face for me. When we’re done in the bathroom the others wish a good night as GD tucks me into bed. He climbs in next to me and pulls me into a tight hug.

“Good night our drunken little princess,” He coos with a chuckle as I fall asleep.

Little late on @miraculousfluffmonth, but I’m getting there!

Day 5: Firsts. 

               “Guys, I have a great idea!”

               It was a nice, cold, winter weekend. Marinette, Alya, and Nino had made it to their usual spot in the park and waited for Adrien. They didn’t expect him to be dragging Chloé and Sabrina behind him.

               “Er, what are you doing?” Alya asked as he stopped.

               “Let’s have a snowball fight!” Adrien exclaimed.

               “Why am I here?” Chloé demanded.

               “Because,” he said, twirling to face her, “I want my old friend and my new friend to get along. It’d be so much better for a large group hangout than just small groups of three or four. And if all six of us are here, I can finally have a decent snowball fight!”

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The Healer | Joining the Avengers | Chapter Two

A/N: This one is my favorite so far! Can’t wait to keep writing this, I’m loving it so far! Hope you guys feel the same. <3

Pairing: (Gradual) Bucky x Reader/Clarissa.

Warnings: Language and I think that’s it!

Originally posted by imagine-that-marvel

After a few hours of contemplating it, you had made the decision to call the number. You lived in a tiny apartment in New York City and worked at a Subway. Your family was still living back in Alabama, and you didn’t have any close friends in NYC, your life really wasn’t anything special.

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claudeng80  asked:

Modern AU: Obi and Shirayuki play (or are involved in) a game of truth while drinking on the porch swing in the frat house.

It’s not quiet in the house, not this close to the start of the semester, but there’s a silence in the shape of Obi’s voice, and Shirayuki can’t help but try to fill it.

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Not Dead Yet (Part 4)

*Don’t know what to say but thanks for reading and links to past parts are at the bottom! Love ya kitties!*

Pairing: Reader x Peter Pan

Warnings: mild language

After my adventure out in the ocean and my accidental passing of the initiation the boys hoisted me up on their shoulders and carried me back to camp cheering. I was still a little waterlogged which the jostling didn’t help but I smiled through it. According to Pan there was going to be a celebration tonight as a proper welcome to Neverland.

We made it back to camp as the stars started to shine in the sky. With a wave of his hand Peter lit a large fire in the middle of the camp. I was set down as the boys started playing music and dancing wildly around the flames. I made myself comfy on a log as I tried to blow the seawater smell out of my nose.

As the celebration continued on I watched from the sidelines. After another near death experience I wasn’t really in a party mood. I wasn’t the only one it seemed. Pan and Felix were sitting across the way struggling with something. No matter how much Pan rubbed me the wrong way I couldn’t ignore the fact that if it wasn’t for him then I would be at the bottom of the ocean.

I got up and walked over to where they were sitting. From the looks of things they were trying and failing at prying open the oyster I had gotten. “Ahem,” I cleared my throat and they looked up, “Hello.”

“Hello,” Pan handed the oyster to Felix, “Need something Lost Girl?”

“I just realized that I hadn’t thanked you for helping me back there.” I muttered, “I know you didn’t have to do that.”

“It was nothing, but your thanks is appreciated.” he gave me smug grin, “Anything else you wanted to say?”

“I suppose not.” I shrugged and turned around to sit back down.

“Hold on for a second, come back.” Pan called and I stepped back toward them. He held out a dagger and sheath for me. “Go on, all the boys have one. This one’s yours.”

“Oh,” I inspected the small blade, “Thanks.”

Next to Pan, Felix was still struggling to get the oyster open. “Why are you trying to open it up? Is there something in it?”

“Maybe, won’t know until we–ah!” Felix had been trying to force it open using his own dagger and with a slip of the fingers sliced his hand instead. He dropped the oyster and I bent down to pick it up. Hm? I tried to pull it apart.

“Y/N, we’ve been trying for over an hour to get that blasted thing to open. I don’t think–” Pan cut himself off as I slowly pulled the shells away from each other. Inside was a lone white pearl.

I plucked it from the oyster and in my hand it turned orange. “How did you…?”

“I have no idea. It just opened.” I shrugged turning the pearl this way in that. “Is this what you were looking for?”

“Yes, it’s a Tell-All pearl.” Pan explained, “They can read the emotions of anyone that holds it and with the right form of magic it allows the wielder to read other people’s thoughts.”

“Fascinating.” I continued to stare at the pearl, “What do you think this color means?”

“I don’t know. How are you feeling?”

“Relaxed I guess, happy?” I held it out to him, “You probably want this.”

“Yep.” he took it out of my hand and it turned white again. “You have got to be kidding me. That was actually true?”

“An issue with the pearl?”

“Here,” he shoved it back at me, “You’re the first one to touch it so it will only work for you. I thought it was just a myth but apparently I was wrong. Enjoy your mood pearl.” Pan stalked off into the jungle.

“What’s his problem?” I asked Felix, “Couldn’t he just get another pearl from another oyster?”

Felix shook his head, “We’ve been collecting oysters for years. That’s the first one that’s ever opened.”

“Ah.” I glanced down at the pearl in my palm, “So the fact that it only works for me doesn’t make him happy does it?”

“Not exactly.”

With that I left to go sit back down when someone latched onto my arm and pulled me toward the fire. “What in the–Devin, what are you doing?”

“This celebration is for you. You should be doing something other than sitting around.”

“I’m fine. Really.” I backed away from the circle of dancing boys. “Not my forte, dancing.”

“And you think ours is?” he gestured to the others. “Come on, just for a bit.”

“Why are you being so nice to me? You were complaining about me just this morning. You do know that acting like my friend is not going to warrant another peep show.”

“That’s not it.” His face burnt red, “I meant what I said about you being one of us. Now that you passed the initiation, you really are. Are you complaining about being treated nicely?”

“No…” I glanced back at the jungle, “It’s been a long day. A lot has happened and changed for me I need a moment to take it all in, let it resonate. Get what I mean?”

“Yeah, need a moment to yourself?” he asked.

I nodded. He went back towards the fire and picked a branch from the flames. “It gets darker than you think. Take this and try not to get lost.”

“Thanks” I took the torch. “I guess I’ll be back once I’ve cleared my head. Enjoy the celebration.”

I walked out into the jungle until I could no longer hear the pounding of the drums from camp. I stopped at fallen tree and climbed on top of it. Leaving the torch wedge in the ground I stared up between the branches of the jungle trees and at the dark night sky.

What was I doing? This place was nice in a way. The boys were okay. I think I’ve found a friend in Devin and even Pan isn’t as annoying as when I first met him. Then why did I still feel so lost? Why is there a part of me that wants to run back home. Not necessarily back to work for Doctor Beadnell but back to the Enchanted Forest. Somewhere familiar.

Everything about this island buzzed with energy that it made it hard to truly relax. I stared down at the pearl. The once happy orange color was gone replaced with a purplish hue. Was that supposed to mean confused or something? That’s how I felt. Just a confused lost girl that didn’t know where she belonged anymore.

Deeper into the jungle I heard the same slow melody that had led me into the forest last night. I was already in another realm, what could following it now do? I slipped off the tree and picked up my torch. The music led me to a tree that stretched so high into the sky it was impossible to tell if it stopped at all.

I snuffed out the torch and began to climb, determined to find who exactly was playing. I made it up several feet the music growing a little louder with every branch. Then it stopped. Mid-note the melody came to an abrupt halt. I sat down on the branch waiting to see if it picked up again. When it didn’t I slumped back against the thick trunk of the tree. Well this was pointless.

“How did you get up here?” the sudden voice almost made me stumble off the branch.

Pan was above me staring down looking both confused and annoyed. “I climbed.” I took in a slow breath to steady my racing heart. “What are you doing up here?”

“This is my Thinking Tree, I come here to be alone. I want to know why you’re up here.” he snapped jumping down from his perch to land on mine.

I stared at the boy across from me as the realization set in. “You were the one playing.”


“The music. The same music that led me out into the forest last night, it was you that was playing it. Wasn’t it?”

“Yes, it’s what I do.” he pulled out a pan flute, “The children that can hear it follow it and those that so choose, or seemingly need to, come back with me to Neverland.”

“That can hear it?” I scooted closer, “Are there people that can’t?”

He sat down next to me, his annoyance at my intrusion supposedly forgotten. “It’s an enchanted pipe. Only children that are lost are able to hear it.”

“What do you mean by lost?”

“Confused, scared, unloved kids. Kids that just want a better life but never seem to get it. That’s who can hear it.”

“Well if that doesn’t fit perfectly…” I snapped a twig off the branch above me and twirled it in my fingers. I glanced back at Pan and was surprised to see him studying me. “What?”

“Why aren’t you back at camp?” he asked, “I thought you’d be dancing the night away with the others. It is in your honor after all.”

“Never been one for dancing or parties. Besides, after my adventurous twenty four hours I thought a breather and some time alone would be good for me.”

“If you were looking to be alone, why are you here?”

“If you come here to be alone why haven’t you told me to shove off?” I retorted.

He smirked. It wasn’t smug or twisted as I had seen it before, he just looked amused by my reaction. Then he started to chuckle. Nothing major just a light good-natured laugh. “Oh lord above…” he sighed, “You have got to leave me alone.”

“What did I do?”


“Then what was that about?”




“You aggravate me.”

“I’d be surprised if I didn’t.” he was back to that smug smile of his.

“Okay, I’m gonna go.” I started descending down the tree.


“Smug jerk.” I muttered under my breath.

“Nosy liar.” he called after me and I froze. For one, the fact that he heard me astounded me. Two, did he just call me a liar?

“What did I lie about?” I asked.

He jumped down again shaking the branch I was holding onto. “You lied straight to my face this afternoon. You had no idea how to swim yet you insisted you did.”

“So? I figured it out.”

“You could have drowned.”


“Devin’s right. You are too stubborn for your own good.”

“Oh my…” I groaned, “I don’t need this.”

“You know, that stubborn streak is gonna get you in trouble one day. Trouble I won’t be there to rescue you from.”

“I don’t need you to rescue me, Pan!” I shouted up as I continued to climb down even faster. He followed after me just as quickly.

“From the total of two times I’ve saved you in the last day, I’d say you do.”

“I didn’t ask you to.”

“But you needed me to.”

“I could have saved myself.”

“Then why didn’t you?”

“Piss off!”

“Stubbornness, it’s going to kill you.”

“I hope it does!”

“I hope it does too.”

“UGH!” I finally made it back down to the ground and stormed off blind to where I was going but not caring where I ended up. Pan is such an…an…an imp! An ass! A throbbing thorn in my side!

Just when I think I’m getting somewhere with him he goes along and says something to anger me again. If this place really can make someone live an eternal youthful life then it was going to be a very long eternity.

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Topstagram (G-Dragon Scenario)

Archived | Posted September 30, 2015

Requested by anonymous

Hope you’ll like it, sweetie! Enjoy~

Summary:  You’re an idol from the US and you and Ji Yong are openly dating. Your fans ship the two of you together and TOP therefore takes it upon himself one day to show everyone just how cute you are, through his Instagram.

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anonymous asked:

I'm new to the steter fandom, can you rec some of your favourite or fan favourite fics?

Ugh there’s just so many, but this is a question I’m always willing to answer XD I’ll try to rec fics from a variety of writers, and if you like them, you can check to see if they’ve written others :)

Proposing To Strangers by moonstalker24

At the end of a strained relationship, crime novelist Stiles chooses to hide from the world inside a bar with far too many motorcycles outside it for comfort. Here he’ll meet the man of his dreams, eat food and propose marriage, all within the first five minutes.

Peter doesn’t know who this kid is, but he’s cute and looks like he could use a break. So he feeds him. He’s not expecting a marriage proposal, but with what comes after, he doesn’t really mind.

it’s not the color i came in by nezstorm

Stiles is a bit of an anomaly among the Omegas he knows, or everyone on the spectrum really.

For him, heats are about comfort and safety, and not at all about sex.

Baby Stilinski-Hale by Triangulum

“You’ve been avoiding me,” Peter says. Stiles just shrugs. “Are you going to tell me why, or do I have to guess?” Stiles would love to glare at him and snark back like they always do, but her nerves are just too frayed and she doesn’t have it in her. Peter seems to sense this and frowns, his face morphing into one of concern. “Stiles..?”

He takes a few steps closer, slowly as if he’s trying not to startle her and that makes her want to let out a hysterical laugh, but she keeps it in. He sets his hand on her shoulder, the other going to the side of her neck. He frowns at the way her pulse is racing, as if he needs to physically confirm what his ears are already telling him. She lets him touch her, knowing without even needing to think about it that he won’t hurt her. She does let out a bitter little laugh at that. Well, physically he won’t.

“What is it?” he asks and the genuine concern in his voice almost breaks her. He leans down and stares into her eyes, their faces so close, and she sees his nostrils flare. “You smell…different.”

Well, that’s her cue.

“I’m pregnant,” she whispers.


The one where Peter gets Stiles pregnant and is a big old softie about it.

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