walking the way


Originally posted by thelunaticfringe1

♢ Jin loves girls who play hard to get, and that makes you just his type.

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Genre: Smut

           “I wish you didn’t have to go so soon,” Jin whined as his girlfriend got up to leave, tugging on her hand as she stood up, as if he actually wanted her to stay. You watched as you ate your cereal, wondering how you were able to witness them together without gagging.

           Nayeon was a beautiful girl, no doubt, and as far as you knew, very smart. But no matter how smart she was, she didn’t manage to see through Jin. After years of practice he perfected his little act to a T, shamelessly using it against all girls that walked his way.

           “I can come back later tonight if you want,” she offered as she grabbed her purse, Jin close behind her as he led her out. Her voice was suggestive and soft and you were unable to help your grimace as you realized you might have to spend another night with your earbuds crammed into your head in order to avoid hearing them.

           “I’d love if you could baby but you know I have to study for my chem final,” he lied, his excuse flowing smoothly from his lips. You rolled your eyes, one hundred percent sure he had never studied in his life. Normally he didn’t pass up an opportunity to bang unless he already had someone waiting on the side lines, which you assumed is exactly what was happening here.    

           “Ah okay then, I’ll text you later,” she said as she waved a goodbye to you, pretending you hadn’t been staring at them the whole time.

           “Love you,” she purred as she went up on her tippy toes to kiss him, cupping his cheek in her palm.

           “Love you more.”

           Okay, now you were for sure going to gag.

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 SO TODAY I was walking to college down a main road, it was really windy (as you might imagine with all the cars) and I was preocupied with keeping a grip on my beanie when I saw these two women walking a little way ahead of me on the other side of the road. One of these ladies was a bit taller than the other and they were holding hands (aww), the taller kinda butch lady had a flannel shirt on (double aww) and her partner/friend was wearing a cute cream and beige hijab. Now I swear to God this is relevant, wait for it.

A massive gust of wind suddenly comes tearing along the main road. I nearly lose my backpack, to give an idea of how bad it was. I look up and see the wind rip off this poor girls hijab and send it spiriling away down the street. (She had an undercap on so no major crisis but still, right.) 

Before. You. Can. Blink. Our taller flannel-wearing girlfriend of the year TEARS off her flannel like lesbian Clark f***** Kent, throws her shirt over her partners head, and BAM she sprints off LIKE A SHOT after the hijab. 

like 10/10, damn son, holy cheesits burrito, that is the very definition of chivalry and romance right there. 

Things I am thankful for tonight

- Jimin’s jacket, and the fact that it couldn’t stay on his shoulders.
- Jimin’s shirt that was cut so low he might as well not be wearing it.
- Taehyung’s headband
- The sweat on Namjoon’s forehead
- When the vocal line figured out where center stage was.
- The fact that BTS are artists and each stage was an art piece.
- The fancy chandelier over Jimin
- The phone that Namjoon FINALLY PICKED UP
- The oversized shirt/jacket trend
- “Oh Jin haircut!” -Hobi
- Jungkook’s 3 large ass earrings
- Hobi’s thin choker
- Jin’s random aeygo
- The way Nams walked
- The way Jimin danced
- The way Hobi smiled
- The way Tae existed
- Jin’s haircut
- Jimin’s dye job
- Hobi’s purple pimp jacket.
- Yoongi giving up on English in the ending ments.
- JK the true American.
- The beautiful voices and songs of BTS
- Kim Seokjin
- Min Yoongi
- Jung Hoseok
- Kim Namjoon
- Park Jimin
- Kim Taehyung
- Jeon Jungkook

Thank you to all of the above for an amazing night. One of the best of my life.

Adrinette Month Day 5: Coffee Shop Au 

Back to working loosely haha I enjoy it far too much 8]

He didn’t know when she started sitting there, every morning at eight, with a cup of coffee in her hands. He only knew when he started remembering her. 

Sometimes she was with someone–a friend, he hoped–but most times, she was alone, sitting contentedly with her beverage, enjoying her own company. 

He never could quite muster up the courage to go up to her–what was he going to say? “Hey, I’ve been watching you drink coffee every morning as I walk to work, how’s it going?” Yeah, that’s not a bit creepy.

So one day, when it was down-pouring, and he went his way to work, believing fully that perhaps today, he might not get to see her, he was surprised to find he was wrong. There she was, wearing a bright red raincoat–but no umbrella.

And he finally found his chance.


“So you’re Korean?”  You asked, studying Glenn’s face as you sat with him guarding the wall to Alexandria.  There weren’t any Walkers in sight, making it a pretty easy work shift.

“I’m Korean.”  He answered, turning his attention to you  and tilting his head to the side.  “Why?”

You shook your head, smiling widely at him.  “I just think that’s really cool.  I mean you’re a pretty awesome guy anyway.  Just trying to get to know you better.”  You answered nonchalantly.