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170723 Super Junior D&E Hello Again Fanmeet [FULL]


D&E’s moms, Donghwa, Yesung, Kyuhyun, and MC Leeteuk attended.Kyuhyun had told leeteuk he’d come to every thing the members did. 



Opening VCR showed Still you cuts, getting #1, enlisting, and Donghae and Eunhyuk’s hug during discharge. Words: we’ve missed you. ©


EH: I have an apologetic heart to everyone here, let’s not break apart again, let’s only walk the flower path now.

DH: I’m sorry for making you lonely for 2 years, I will work hard to show a good image in activities from now on. 

They saluted to Leeteuk.


DH: It was really nice today, LT and YS hyung came today too, I’m really happy.

Eunhyuk showed a vacation pic of eating with his unit.
DH: Didn’t you make plans to eat with me? And you went to see others?? ©

Eunhyuk talked about the Super Junior dorm situation: After living in the same dorm for so long, now we’re in out thirties, we said “let’s have a go at being independent!” But we couldn’t go too far from each other so we are all living in different houses in the same area/apartment, we eat pizza together and go on walks together too, we went to find Heechul too but Kim Heechul didn’t open the door (I don’t know if he was home or not). © 

Eunhyuk confused the old SJ dorm and the new dorm. When he was in the army, SJ moved out of the old dorm so it was empty. Hyuk didn’t realize that when he went there. He thought at least kyuhyun was inside so he kept trying to press in the password and pressing the door bell, making funny faces in the inter-phone camera for minutes. Then he asked in SJ’s group chat and the manager asked if he went to the old dorm where they moved out. ©


Eunhyuk asked Donghae to find him in a picture of him with all his army staff in uniform and Donghae walked to the screen and pointed at a lady wearing a dress. Eunhyuk replied, “I wore a dress? Good job.” © 

Eunhyuk looked around at fans who all have long hair.
EH: We made a promise? Do you remember? How did your hair grow so fast?

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The German Luftwaffe M30 Drilling,

The drilling has been a tradition of high German hunting culture dating back to the 19th century. Based on the german word for three “drei”, a drilling is a three barreled firearm typically with two shotgun barrels and a rifle barrel. The purpose of this is so that a hunter can used the same firearm for small game, flying game, and medium to large game. Typically, drillings were not firearms for the common hunter but the well to do and wealthy, as they were heavily decorated, made with fine quality, and very expensive.

During World War II, the German Luftwaffe (air force) contracted with the firm Sauer & Sohn for 4,000 drillings.  Sauer & Sohn was a firm who for decades had produced fine quality custom drillings for German hunters. The Luftwaffe intended the drilling to be used as an aircrew survival weapon. If a plane was to be shot down, the pilot and crew could use the drilling to hunt for food until rescue.

The M30 drilling featured two 12 gauge barrels and a rifle barrel chambered for 9.3x73mm.  9.3x73mm is a very powerful cartridge intended for hunting large game, particularly effective as a big game cartridge for hunting in Africa. The M30 was issued with with 20 rounds of 12 gauge birdshot shells, 25 twelve gauge slugs, and 20 rounds of 9x74mmR.  It was typically stored disassembled in a crate with ammunition and accessories. The M30 drilling was little different from the custom drillings that Sauer & Sohn had produced for civilian clientele. It featured engraved chambers, an engraved case hardened receiver, a walnut stock, a checkered handgrip, foregrip, and cheek piece.  Indeed it must have been the classiest standard issue firearm in military history. I can’t find specific information on how much the Luftwaffe paid for their drillings, the contract with Sauer & Sohn was under the table, but they must have been very expensive. Today, they sell for as much a $25,000.

I find that I must point out how ridiculously absurd it is that the German’s issued these guns as survival weapons. At 42 inches in overall length weighing 7.5lbs they were large for a survival weapon, taking up a lot of valuable space and weight on an airplane. Compare the M30 to other survival rifles, such as the American M4, which is small, light, inexpensive, and yet probably a much more effective survival rifle. While not as powerful as the M30, it was ideal for hunting small game, and it’s unlikely that a stranded airplane crew is going to shoot a moose for food anyway.

The gun was very expensive, firing ammunition which was likewise expensive and uncommon. If you wanted to argue ad absurdium that the drilling was a good survival rifle because it is versatile, I ask you imagine if the US Air Force issued $10,000 elephant rifles in their survival kits today. So why did the luftwaffe bother with these drillings? It all had to do with Luftwaffe head Herman Goering, who was an avid hunter and among his many titles was Reichminister of Forestry, basically the chief of the German game commission.

Goering believed that if German pilots were every to be placed in a position where they must hunt for survival, then they should be equipped with the finest traditional German hunting weapon available, no expense spared. However, Goering’s dream was not completely fulfilled, as only 2,500 were produced out of 4,000. I imagine this was as a result of excessive cost and waste of resources.


the great eruri giveaway!!!

come one, come all. i finally got my shit together from my 300 followers, and now i’m at 500, and i’m pretty sure nobody even took this seriously. well GET SERIOUS, and GET READY.

ok enough hype. i’ve collected several pieces of merchandise and some pieces of artwork from our lovely eruri community to give YOU, THE FANS. OF ERURI. THAT’S US. as a big thank you for being the best community in the dig doggity dangity world. i love you jerks so much. so you want this shit? read below for rules and breakdown of prizes.

how to participate

  • only reblogs count as entries 
  • 1 reblog per person, but you can reblog as many times as you want (if you want to promote but not participate, please tag with “no entry” or whatever)
  • must be 18 years or older
  • must like eruri
  • must be able to accept packages from sad old women (that’s me)
  • against my better judgement, international entries are allowed (shipping from the states). you accept custom fees, though. and if i get a lot of international winners, i will need to stagger out the shipping because it’s gonna be expensive. :|
  • you don’t need to be following me, but wow why would you not? i post so much eruri, where the fuck would you be without me? lmao

the shit

1st prize: the otp

  • Traditionally colored piece with matching ficlet based on a prompt of your choice* (example [x]); original sent to you as well
  • Two smutty, long doujin; one by Sable
  • Erwin and Levi official merch key holders
  • Cute Eruri fairy bottle charm by @identitypollution
  • Postcard sized prints by yours truly and @aileine
  • OTP Weiss Schwarz cards

2nd prize: the commander

  • pencil sketch with matching ficlet based on a prompt of your choice* (example [x]); original sent to you as well
  • Two smutty doujin; one by Sable
  • Erwin official merch key holder
  • T-rex-chan necklace
  • Postcard sized prints by yours truly and @aileine
  • Commander(s) and the liege Weiss Schwarz cards

3rd price: the captain

  • A ficlet based on a prompt of your choice*
  • Two smutty doujin; one by Sable
  • Levi official merch key holder
  • Postcard sized prints by yours truly and @aileine
  • Captain Levi and his squad Weiss Schwarz cards

* Prompts are to be short simple requests (like my tea times). I do not do omegaverse and mpreg. I might be opposed to some other things too, but we’ll have to see and negotiate at the time.
** Not pictured and included in each list are stickers that I’m waiting to come in from @160x188, @nyranin, and @aileine. They will be distributed throughout the tiers evenly.

and the winners are…

going to be announced on may 16th, 2017. i will use a random number generator to make the decision based on the single entry reblogs. please make sure to have your asks or messangers active. if you do not respond by may19th your spot will be forfeit to the next winner. i hope to have everything shipped out and created by mid-june.

so how about it? gimme a reblog, fam!

too-music  asked:

Funniest thing ever about emotional abusive parent(s) is when they try to buy gifts and such for you. Like that totally makes up for you being a control freak about my life for some many years.

This is why to this day my mother sends me frying pans in the mail. 

No I’m not kidding. She mails me kitchenware at random, she mails me expensive dresses (usually about 2 sizes too small so when I say to her that it doesn’t fit she is able to make a comment about how I must have gotten fat/let myself go since I left her care which HAhaha 🖕) and little notes that say “miss you baby, come home soon xxx” and while I am always very very careful to tell her thank you and mail her a thank you card, if I don’t sound suitably awed by her (baffling, I mean who the fuck mails a cast iron pan over the ocean???) overwhelming generosity, you can bet your last dollar that I’ll get a phone call the following day telling me I’m an ingrate and I take advantage and how neglected she is and how I don’t love them anymore and blah, blah, blah, blahblahblahblah.

And it’s worse because people who don’t know the situation genuinely just think you’re a meanhearted mother fucker because you’re not gushing over things. Like “wow I wish my mother would send me these things, why are you not more grateful” like yes well Susan, I might be able to enjoy these things if they didn’t come with the unspoken price tag of unconditional forgiveness and a heaping side dish of emotional bullshit, but here we are.

Little town
It’s a quiet village
Every day
Like the one before
Little town
Full of little people
Waking up to say

HELLO! Hello!
Hello! Hello! Hello!

There goes Thomas with his plate, like always
The same old poptarts made by himself
Every morning just the same
Since the morning that we came
To this poor primitive town

Good morning, Kev

Good morning, Elder Poptarts.
Have you lost something again?

Well, I believe I have
Problem is, I’ve, I can’t remember what
Oh well, I’m sure it’ll come to me

Where you off to?
To hand in this entry to Cunningham, it’s about why pouring milk first is a sin

Sound boring

Look there he goes, that boy is strange, no question
Brash and arrogant, can’t you tell?
Never part of any crowd
‘Cause his head’s up on some cloud
No denying he’s a funny boy that Kev
Hello, good day
How is your family?
Hello, good day
How is your wife?
I need six eggs
That’s too expensive!

There must be more than this primative life!

Ah, If it isn’t my only gospel in town!
So, what’s the moral for this week?

How pouring milk before cereal is bad…
Do the locals even have cereal?
Have you got any new ideas to preach?

I’m afraid not
But you may preach any of the old ones if you want to

Your religion makes our small corner of the world feel big

See ya Kev!

Look there he goes, that boy is so peculiar
I wonder if he’s feeling well
With a dreamy, far-off look
And his nose stuck in a book
What a puzzle to the rest of us is Kev

Oh, isn’t this so inspiring?
It’s my favourite part because you’ll see
Here’s when Joseph Smith starts preaching
But they won’t believe that in him 'til chapter three!

Now it’s no wonder that his name means Beauty
His looks have got no parallel
But behind that fair facade
I’m afraid he’s rather odd
Very different from the rest of us
he’s nothing like the rest of us
Yes, different from the rest of us is Kevin!

Look at him, Poptarts
My first ever love,
Price is the most beautiful boy in the village
That’s makes him the best

But he’s so conceited
And you’re so selfless and kind

Before we came to Uganda, I felt like I’ve been missing something
He’s the only boy that ever given me that sense of

Mmm je ne sais quoi?

I don’t know what that means
Right from the moment when I met him, saw her
I said he’s amazing and I fell
Here in town there’s only he
Who is so beautiful and hot
So I’m making plans to woo and marry Price

Other elders:
Look there he goes
Isn’t he dreamy?
Elder Mckinley!
Oh, he’s so cute!
Be still my heart
I’m hardly breathing
He’s such a small, pale, kind and adorable boy!

Villagers and Elders:
Hello, hey there!
Good day, bonjour!
You call this coffee, what lovely flowers
Some cheese, ten yards, one pound, excuse me I’ll get the knife

Please let me through!

Villagers and Elders:
This bread, those fish, it’s stale, they smell!
Sister’s mistaken Well, maybe so

There must be more than this primative life!

Just watch, I’m going to marry Elder Price!

Villagers and Elders:
Look there he goes the boy is strange, but special
A most peculiar Mormon boy!
It’s a pity and a sin
he doesn’t quite fit in
'Cause he really is a funny guy
A beauty but a funny guy
He really is a funny guy

Side Stage

Requested by: @hantu369mc
(Here are the specifics)

Pairing: Reader x Peter Parker
Word Count: 1.2K
Warnings: Fluff

A/N: Sorry I didn’t get to include any angst!

Your fingers impatiently tap against your school desk, the screen on your laptop hadn’t changed in 30 minutes, and you were starting to panic. You can feel Peter’s eyes on you, but you don’t want to look away from your screen - not even for a second - in fear that it would load and you’d lose your chance.

“How’s it looking, babe?” Peter whispers in your ear, making you jump a little,

“I don’t know,” you sigh out, making sure to keep your voice low so that your teacher at the front of the classroom can’t hear, “I’ve been stuck in this stupid green room loading screen for forever,”

“You’ll get through,” Peter tries to reassure you, “Ticket’s don’t go on sale for another 5 minutes anyway,”

You nod, but you don’t really believe him. You’d tried this before, a week ago, and you failed to get tickets then too. This was shaping up to be the same.

When you’d found out that your favourite band was touring, you exploded with excitement. You’d been waiting years for them to finally announce a tour, and the New York date happened to be the day before your birthday. You’d told yourself it was fate; but now it wasn’t looking that way.

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Ha Sungwoon; vampire au

Member: Sungwoon // Wanna One, Hotshot

Genre: Fluff

Request: I meant Sungwoon but my phone corrected it to sunwoong. I just want a vampire au with him. I can’t believe that happened considering he’s my bias (well tied with Woojin). Sorry that happened!!

A/N: ahhh the classic vampire au,,, they are always so angsty, i tried to make this one more light-hearted :) enjoy!

  • campus golden boy ong seongwoo’s halloween parties are legendary
  • he throws one every year, reserving his family hotel’s conference center rich bitch
  • it tends to get a little wild
  • girls tend to wear a little less, guys tend to flirt a little more
  • nearly half the school attends, and everyone goes all out with the costumes
  • your costume? a cute lil minion
  • smh i wanna go to a halloween party
  • you’re wading through the crowd when you trip on someone’s foot and topple forward, reaching out and grabbing someone to keep from falling
  • that person happens to be one ha sungwoon, who’s dressed as a vampire if you even knew lmao
  • you’re a bit buzzed yeah ok “buzzed” so instead of apologizing like you would normally, the first thing out of your mouth is “your costume is great!! so convincing!!”
  • he smiles a toothy grin literally
  • “are you okay??” he asks, probably because you’re swaying
  • “are you okay??” you ask, only because his face is suddenly scrunched up
  • you flash a smile and he shies away
  • confused, you lean forward
  • “seriously are you okay?? you look like you’re in pain”
  • “its- it’s nothing- i just-”
  • for a moment, this weird look comes over his face, and then he’s back to normal
  • “i’m fine :)”
  • you squint confused, but accept his not-so-explanation
  • the next morning, you wake up with a headache, an aching neck, and the feeling that you’re forgetting something
  • the headache is from the alcohol
  • the aching neck? there are these two odd little cuts that explain that, although they shouldn’t be hurting as much as they do
  • and the feeling of forgetting something? well you can’t figure that out
  • for the next day and a half, you can’t shake the feeling that you’re forgetting something, but - obviously - you can’t remember what
  • you spend ages thinking hard about the party, but there seems to be a hole in your memory
  • you assume it’s due to the alcohol, but since when did alcohol only make you forget one specific chunk of time??
  • unsettled, you push it out of your mind and completely foget about it until 
  • unTIL
  • ha sungwoon!! walks into your morning class two days after the party
  • and the unexplained little cuts on your neck start burning
  • and suddenly fragments of your memory start returning, like puzzle pieces
  • and the longer you stare, the more you recall
  • by the end of class, you remember everything
  • like when he got you alone and when he dug his teeth into your neck scandalous and even when he wiped your memory
  • and when the bell rings, you can’t even stand up in shock that
  • ha sungwoon is a vampire
  • a real-life vampire who could probably kill you!!
  • as he passes your seat, you grab his arm
  • “i need to talk to you”
  • a couple minutes later, you stand with your arms crossed in an empty classroom across from a very nevous looking sungwoon
  • this one’s not too good at hiding his emotions, is he
  • “i remember everything” you say and his eyes widen
  • “i,, don’t know what you mean”
  • “you’re a vampiRE!! and you sucked the blood of an innocent person - me - and then wiped my memory. unsuccessfully, might i add”
  • he shifts around his seat anxiously
  • “i’m so sorry,,, i couldn’t help it, your blood scent was so overwhelming and i usually don’t do that-”
  • “i have one question” you lean forward, eyes narrowed
  • “what?”
  • “do you sparkle?”
  • the look on his face is, to say the least, priceless
  • “,,, excuse me?”
  • “you know, like edward - do you sparkle?? also i may have lied, i have more than one question. can you run really fast?? what about mirrors? do you show up in mirrors? and garlic!! can you eat garlic? do you have to be invited into houses??”
  • he’s all shook cus he thought he was about to be hashtag exposed to everyone
  • “,,, wait so you aren’t going to blackmail me?”
  • spoiler alert he never answers your damn questions
  • “i never said that,,, buy me a soda from the expensive fountain"
  • and that’s how you become friends with sungwoon
  • you follow him around like a little puppy with the excuse that “it’s just so weird!! you’re a real vampire!!” to which he almost tackles you so people don’t hear
  • one day, at the “expensive fountain” which actually isn’t expensive, you’re just poor he asks you something
  • “why didnt you tell anyone about me? aren’t you scared of me?”
  • and you’re like lmao bitch pls
  • “well firstly that’s rude to do, don’t you think? i mean, you’re a person too. or ,,, are you? and secondly, you couldn’t be scary if you tried”
  • he’s not getting emotional OFC NOT :’)))) ok maybe he is but shh his ego is fragile he must pretend to be manly
  • just when he’s about to say something back, he collapses in your arms
  • and after panicking for a minute, you end up dragging him to the nearby infirmary
  • when he finally wakes up, you’re prepared to scold him, but then decide not to after all
  • “what happened?? are you sleep deprived?” and then it dawns on you “oh wait,,, you haven’t slept in like 4 centuries,,,”
  • he giggles “i can sleep!! i just don’t need to,”
  • “i knew that” you nod “but seriously - what happened?? one minute you were fine and the next i’m dragging your unconscious body down a hallway”
  • he lets out a small sigh, sitting up in the infirmary bed
  • “i don’t know… i think i’m malnourished,,”
  • “but i just saw you eat a– oH,,, like,,, you need blood?”
  • he nods solomnly and after a moment of silence, an idea pops into your head 
  • “why don’t you drink my blood?”
  • and he’s like “wAiT wHaT i cAnT dO tHaT”
  • “yes you can!! think about it: you said my blood scent was like,, really great or something. and it’s not like you have anyone willing to be your personal blood bag,,,”
  • “i don’t know,,,”
  • “i’ll just think of it as a donation for a good cause,” you grin
  • he thinks about it for a while, but eventually (and reluctantly) he agrees
  • “fine - but just this once”
  • well once turns into twice, and two times turns into four times, and soon it’s every week
  • you don’t mind too much, you just feel a bit lightheaded afterward
  • admittedly, having cuts in your wrist that are reopened every week isn’t fun, but you’re glad to help
  • you and sungwoon become closer and closer, and he answers any questions you have about vampires
  • (no, they don’t sparkle)
  • (yes, you can see them in mirrors)
  • (it’s only a mild garlic allergy)
  • but one day, you reach the topic of memory wiping
  • and you find out there’s no way you should be able to remember what happened that night
  • even sungwoon claims he doesn’t know why
  • well, you have a teensy secret
  • and that is that your grandma knows about vampires
  • you didn’t believe what you thought were her crazy ramblings, until now
  • one day when she’s knitting on her front porch, you approach
  • “say grandma,,, you know how you believe in vampires?”
  • “mm,”
  • “well hypothetically, if they were real, would they be able to wipe humans’ memories??”
    “of course!! a human should never dabble in the affairs of the supernatural, since they could wipe any and every memory you have”
  • “so… what would it mean if the human could remember the memories the vampire supposedly wiped?? hypothetically, of course”
  • she looks up from her knitting with a cocked eyebrow
  • “that would mean the human is the vampire’s mate… but why are you asking?”
  • you plaster a smile on your face
  • “no reason!! i was just curious, since you seem so convinced they’re real :)))”
  • “you didn’t, by chance, encounter a vampire, did you?”
  • “whAT nO!! hahaha they aren’t real, how could i encounter one hahaha,,, i’ve got a class i have to get to!! i’ll see you later, grandma!!”
  • grandma sees through your shit, reader
  • you suck at lying
  • it’s only after you escape from grandma’s suspicious gaze that you fucking REALIZE
  • “that would mean the human is the vampire’s mate”
  • “the human is the vampire’s mate”
  • “vampire’s mate”
  • and you’re like “!! wait but i don’t like sungwoon like that!!”
  • … okay maybe you do
  • but only little bit!! it’s more of a budding attraction, barely even a “crush”
  • definitely not a “let’s spend all of eternity together”
  • fast forward to the next time he feeds off of you
  • why is it that when you know about feelings, they get stronger - i??
  • a pink tinge colors your cheeks when his fingers gently take hold of your wrist
  • and when he looks up (thankfully with no blood running down his chin), he frowns
  • “why is your face red?? are you sick?”
  • this only causes you to flame up more
  • “really?? i didn’t notice,,,,”
  • you’re embarrassingly awkward for the next couple of days, and end up avoiding him more than once
  • and his confused and slightly hurt expression every time you run away sends a pang of guilt through your whole body but
  • can anyone blame you???
  • i mean
  • you’re friends with a vampire one day and the next you’re his “mate”
  • what does that even mean??
  • you’re destined to make his babies??
  • can vampires even have babies??
  • the ones in the vampire diaries can’t
  • maybe you shouldn’t get your vampire info from tv shows though
  • just as your internal ramblings start to get out of hand, a hand on your shoulder rips you out of your trance
  • “y/n!”
  • you jump half a foot
  • “oh! um - hi sungwoon!!”
  • “why’ve you been avoiding me?”
  • “what? i,,, haven’t been avoiding you,,,”
  • “is that why you run away every time you see me?? do i scare you?? did you finally realize that i’m a–”
  • “nO - listen,,, it’s just,,, i found out something,,,”
  • “what did you find out,,,?”
  • “well,,, you know how your memory wipe didn’t work on me??”
  • you go on to explain that your grandmother knows about the existence of vampires, and you never believed her until now
  • and that you asked her about what it means if a vampire unsuccessfully wipes the memory of a human
  • “and,,, she said,,, it would mean,,,,”
  • “it would mean what??”
  • “it would mean,,,, i’m your ,,,,, m a t e”
  • you stare at each other awkwardly for a couple seconds
  • “,,, i know.”
  • your eyes almost fall out of their sockets and you lean against a desk for support
  • “you - you knEW???”
  • “i’m a vampire, of course i knew”
  • “why didn’t you tell me??”
  • “because i knew you’d react like this,,,, you obviously don’t like me, so it wasn’t worth it.”
  • “wait - are you saying you,,,, you have feelings for me?”
  • “,,,, why else do you think the memory wipe didn’t work?? i’ve been in love with you since i first saw you, last year”
  • you are the definition of
  • SHOOK™
  • “sungwoon, i’ve literally never met anyone as stuPID as you,,,, i like you too!! why do you think i’ve been avoiding you!!!”
  • and that’s how you started dating a vampire
  • it doesn’t suck as much as you thought it would
  • ;)
Good Girl Ch 31: Weekend Away

“Why do I feel like I’m being sent off to war?” I feel like crying after they all told me their heart felt goodbyes. We’re standing by the door to leave for school and after that Jiyong picks me up for my birthday weekend with him. This whole week I’ve been trying to convince myself that being away from my daddies won’t be that bad, I mean I’ve only known them for three months yet my heart feels like it’s being ripped out.

“I feel like we’re sending her into the lion’s den,” Lay sighs as he holds me closer.

“You guys stop it, you’re going to make me cry,” I wiggle out of his grip and try my best to blink away the tears forming in my eyes.

Kris pats my head, “We just don’t know what we are going to do without you.”

“I suggest going to a club since you haven’t been able to do stuff like that since I’ve been here. Think of this as me going to spend the weekend with my grandparents where nothing to crazy will happen because they are just as protective as you. And as my daddies you have the right to go out and party but don’t have too much fun.” I try and add a little light to the conversation and am able to get them to crack a smile.

“I’ll bring your stuff to the office with me and he’ll come get if for you. He told me he would be waiting for you outside the school,” Suho tells me.

I nod before giving everyone another tight hug and peck. Chanyeol is holding my hand on the way to school, Kai is pouting in the driver’s side of his Mercedes, irritated that he was chosen to drive.  At school Soo escorts me to my first class, he kisses me in the doorway until he is shooed away by Jihyo who drags me into class and sits me down at my desk.

“Those boys think they deserve all of your attention,” She glares at the door waiting for Soo to come back.

“He went to class, now stop glaring at my oppa,” I swat at her.

Hoseok comes into class and sits down on my other side, “So you didn’t die, I was beginning to worry that they had killed you.”

“I can’t believe they can just keep calling you out of school like that, how do they expect you to get into college when you’re constantly gone?” Jihyo huffs.

Namjoon joins our group with a chuckle, “You forget that the people constantly calling her out have so many connections she could drop out now and still get into a better college than you.”

I nod, “From what I hear from my oppas they never went to school, they just turned in all of their work and beyond that, the teachers never questioned them.”

“And all of them, minus the five in school, have all gotten into some of the top colleges in the world,” Joonie finishes for me.

She makes a sour face, “I’m still annoyed. When do I ever get you back?”

“After they cool down about the whole, we got arrested thing,” I remind her.

“Speaking of which,” Her eyes light up, “I think you are having another crazy weekend out, aren’t you?

I nod with a sad sigh, “I’m spending the whole weekend with Jiyong oppa.” Jihyo starts rambling about how she’s happy that I’m going to be getting away from my daddies and I try my best to listen but I’m distracted by the sudden tense aura floating around my friends. “Do you guys know Jiyong’s dongseang Junhoe and his friends?”

They share a look but Joonie answers, “We know them, just as acquaintances.”

“Oh, the tall hotty from the restaurant? He has friends?” Jihyo beams at them.

“They are bad guys, don’t be deceived by their pretty faces,” Hoseok warns me seriously.

I chuckle, “I’m pretty sure they would say the same about you.”

He huffs at me but says nothing against it. Classes fly by and the next thing I know I’m walking out of the building with my friends, they seemed way too demanding about walking me out so I didn’t question it. Jihyo is rambling about one of the teachers shushing her when I spot a familiar car parked right in front of the school.

“Hello Beautiful!” Jiyong beams at me as he gets out of the car and walks around to greet me at the bottom of the stairs. His smile drops at the sight of my friends flanking me, all but Jihyo glare at my oppa. “I told them no guard dogs,” He scrunches his nose in disgust.

“Who you calling a guard dog?” Yoongi growls back, taking a step forward but I put my arm out to stop him. I place my hand on his shoulder to calm him down.

“Thank you guys for walking me out, Jin oppa is probably waiting for you.” They all huff but give me long hugs goodbye before heading off to find Jin in the line of waiting cars, leaving me, Jihyo, and Jiyong alone.

“You need to stop being mean,” I cross my arms over my chest and glare at the pretty faced man.

“I thought it was funny,” Jihyo laughs.

“Good to know I can satisfy one of you,” He smirks at my friend.

“I should be heading out too,” She sighs, annoyed by the buzzing phone in her hand, “I’ll text you later Lovely.” She kisses my cheek and hugs me tight before running after our friends.

Jiyong chuckles, “She is like a young version of me.”

“I told you.”

“She totally wants to fuck me.”

His inappropriate words throw me off for a minute, “Wait what?”

He chuckles, “I’m pretty sure she wants to sleep with you too. May I suggest a threesome?”

“Only if you don’t want me in this car,” I deadpan.

“I’m sorry, I’m done playing around, please get in the car, I already put your stuff in the trunk.” I sigh but get into the car with out much coercion. He waits for me to buckle my seat belt before speeding out of the gates. “How was school?”

I shrug, “It’s school, it was pretty boring.”

“I saw that you had a run in with Junhoe.”

“Yea and some of your other foot soldiers,” I try to slip the term in casually hoping he wouldn’t notice it too much.

“They sent me a picture.”

“The one of me in my party dress?”

“You looked more beautiful than usual.”

“Oppa,” I warn.

He just chuckles, “I’m giving you a compliment, just say thank you like a normal person. You seemed to be close with those delinquents back there, I’m surprised that you were allowed to meet anyone involved in our lives.”

“I knew them first. I met them threw Jihyo and we just kind of hit it off.”

“You tend to do that with bad boys.”

I laugh, “I was talking about that with Kai, I’m constantly being protected by boys from other bad boys, who are trying to protect me from the other bad boys.”

He clicks his tongue. We talk more about school and stuff until we are into the city where he pulls into an under ground garage. There are five other cars there, all top models and glossy black. We climb out of the car and he grabs my duffle from the trunk.

“Is it stupid of me to ask if these are all yours?” I wonder as we pass them to get to the elevator.

“Kind of.”

In the elevator he press PH, of course the penthouse, “I expect nothing less from you.”

He chuckles softly, “Are you nervous?”

I look up at him, his eyes are soft but narrowed on me for any sign of fear, “To be completely honest, kind of. It feels weird being away from my daddies for so long.”

“So you aren’t nervous to be alone with me for a whole weekend?”

I gulp, “Should I be?”

“No Beautiful,” He pats my head affectionately, “you are perfectly safe here, I would never hurt you and the only other people who can get in wouldn’t dare.”

The elevator doors open and we are greeted by two dogs; two massive rottweilers. I step back, afraid they might bark or attack but instead they run right up to me and start nudging my hand for affection. I drop to the floor to give them the attention they so direly need.

“You have puppies!” I giggle as they lick my face.

“I thought I had guard dogs but I guess the mightiest creatures can’t help but fall to their knees for you,” Jiyong sighs before snapping his fingers at them. They snap to attention, their eyes focused on their owner, “Go sit.” Without hesitation the two trot away to sit by the couch. I’m surprised to find two men sitting there waiting, I’m guessing for us. Jiyong groans at the sight of them, “What are you bastards doing here?”

“I brought them,” Seunghyun explains as he comes into the living room from the kitchen. I glance around his apartment for anyone else that could be hiding. I find floor to ceiling windows and that look over the city. The living room is large with three comfortable looking couches, the kitchen is up a few steps and is open to the living room. From what I can see it looks modern and also looks like it’s hardly been used, not that it surprises me. There is a hallway to my right that most likely leads to the bedrooms. Everything looks ultra modern and extremely expensive.

“Why?” Jiyong pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration.

“Because we wanted to meet the beautiful girl who has stolen your heart,” Another one answers with a kind smile. He looks far too nice to be involved in the mafia, but I need to remember looks can be deceiving.

“You must all be the men who gave me the birthday card. Thank you so much for thinking of me but I wasn’t able to open it.” I give them a small bow in gratitude.

“Why not?” One with bleach blond hair wonders.

“My oppa’s took it away thinking it was laced with poison or something.”

“We wouldn’t kill you,” The kind one says.

“I know, Boss’s orders.” I crouch down and call the dogs over. They happily trot over and rub against me for attention.

“That’s impressive, they hate everyone,” The blond clicks his tongue.

“There are supposed to be four of you right?” I look at them, wondering of one of these two could be his head of security but I don’t get that vibe from them. “Is Youngbae missing?”

Jiyong raises his brow at me but Blondie responds before he can, “I feel insulted that you know about Youngbae hyung and not us.”

“Who knows about me?” A shorter tan man that makes up for his height with his muscular build comes into the room. My alarms don’t go off at the sight of him but I still feel unnerved when his eyes focus on me. Our eyes are locked for what feels like forever before Jiyong gets protective and ends it.

“Hyung stop,” Jiyong stands me up and steps in front of me to hide me from all of their eyes. “You are scaring her.” I don’t know if he’s scaring me but he’s definitely trying to steal my soul with that look of his.

“I’m sorry.”

“Hyung,” The blond whines, “You don’t need to get so stressed out.”

“I’m Daesung,” The kind one is standing next to me with his hand out.

“Jooyoung,” I shake his hand and bow slightly.

“And I’m Seungri,” Blondie is right behind his friend.

“What did Jiyong hyung tell you about our other hyung?” Daesung wonders.

“Nothing, I only heard about him from one of my oppas, they said he was head of Jiyong’s security.” I lie, not knowing if it was okay for Junhoe to mention the older man to me.

“So how did you know we weren’t him?”

“You don’t give off that vibe.”

They chuckle, Youngbae cocks his head at me as he stares into my soul again, “And what kind of vibe is that?”

“Dominance, authority, power, any of those would work.”

“She’s good,” Seungri pats my head only to be pushed away by Jiyong.

“No touching,” He growls at the younger who just looks amused by his hyung’s possessiveness.

“What do you think I do?” Daesung asks.

I look to Jiyong, “Are they each in control of one of the three things your group does?” He nods before pulling me on to a couch with him. I scan the two men in front of me, even giving a smirking Seunghyun a glance before deciding. “Daesung-ssi is in charge of money, Seungri-ssi deals with animals, and Seunghyun-ssi is in charge of people.”

Seungri and Seunghyun clap in amazement, “So smart.”

“How did you know?” Youngbae joins us on the couch, sitting on the other side of Jiyong.

“Like I said, it’s your vibes.”

“I give off the vibe that I’m involved in human trafficking?” Seunghyun scoffs.


“Enough talking about stuff like that, let me show you to your room so you can change.” Jiyong grabs my hand and pulls me towards the hallway. There are five doors in this one hall, after the turn Jiyong tells me there are double doors that lead to his room. One of the doors leads to his office, another is a bathroom, the third is a guest bedroom, and the last one that is closest to his room is supposedly mine. He opens the door and steps back to let me look.

I’m in awe at just the view from the floor to ceiling windows that matches the one from the living room. The walls are a deep shade of blue that reminds me of Xiumin’s room and that comforts me a little. Massive paintings of lions and elephants cover one wall while the other is taken up by the large TV and sound system. The massive bed has a beautiful bohemian design of blues, greens, reds, and gold, making me think of a peacock. A sheer canopy hangs over it. Like at home, the bed is covered in pillows and there is even a giant stuffed lion waiting on the bed. I coo at the sight of him, “Is that for me?” I point to the cute stuffy.

Jiyong chuckles as he wanders over to pick it up off the bed and holds it out to me, “Of course. This is all yours.”

“You didn’t have to make a whole room for me, I could have slept in the guest room or even on the couch.”

He shakes his head, “I wanted to give you your own space in case you ever get tired of your daddies and decide to run away, or if you just need to get away for a little while. Plus, I wasn’t using this room anyway.”

“You sure you weren’t using it as a sex dungeon or something?” I tease.

“First, why would you think I have a sex dungeon, second, does Jihyo have one, third, no, no women are allowed into my home.”

“Jihyo does not have one, at least not that I know of. Are women seriously not allowed up here?”

“Nope, you are the first woman to step foot in here.”

I chuckle,  “I feel honored.”

“Hyung?” A familiar voice calls from down the hall.

Jiyong groans, “Not these bastards too. You change into something comfortable, something you could walk around the street in and not get cold. I’ll try and contain these idiots.” With that he is out the door, slamming it hard behind him but after that, I hear nothing. Must be sound proof, I wonder why.

I quickly dig in my bag from something to wear, my daddies had packed it for me so I’m not surprised to find nothing but jeans and sweat pants and my ugliest underwear, that are still really cute. I pull on a pair of jeans, a sweatshirt, and my timberlands before grabbing my Chicago snap back and heading out the door. I’m greeted by the sound of chaos and yells. For a moment I debate between going back and waiting or taking the problem head on. Definitely running, or at least I tried but someone catches my hand and drags me into the chaos filled living room.

“What the hell?” I curse at the sight of Seungri climbing across the coffee table to reach the man who had flirted with me in the store earlier this week. The man quickly climbs over the couch and begins the chase all over again. I see the others from the store trying to calm the situation down, Daesung is watching the whole situation amused, while Seunghyun and GD look like they are about to blow.

“He’s going to snap in five seconds, calm him down,” Youngbae instructs before pushing me in Jiyong’s direction.

Just before I reach him, he starts yelling at the men causing all the trouble, “You fucking idiots! Sit down right now!” Without any hesitation all 11 men find their way to a couch and sit down. I can tell he’s not done yelling and I’m afraid what will come out of his mouth, I’ve never seen him angry and the coldness in his eyes actually scares me for a moment.

“Oppa!” I coo at the older man, he sighs giving me a glance only to snap his head back in my direction.

“You look adorable,” He smiles at me, completely forgetting about the slightly shaking men in the room.

“So where are we going?” I ask cutely.

“We are going to get some dinner.” I stare down at my cute but not fancy outfit for a second and turn on my heel to walk back to my room but he catches me, “Where are you going?”

“This is not an appropriate outfit for going to dinner with you oppa.”

He laughs, “We are going to a small local place, nothing fancy.”

“Really?” He nods and I look to the dumbstruck men around the room, “Okay, are you guys coming along?”


“Come on Mr. Boss man,” Seunghyun whines, “We’ll sit at a different table, don’t worry.”

“Why do you guys need to come along?”

“For safety reasons,” Daesung reasons.

“Safety reasons?” I question.

Seungri nods, “Youngbae hyung and the youngers were going to have to tag along anyway, they’re just bringing an extra three along.”

“Ah yes, safety reasons, makes sense to me,” I give Jiyong a smile.

“You know they are going to be little assholes the whole time right?”

I nod.

“Why would you want them to come along?”

“I enjoy seeing you a bit annoyed.”

“Fine, lets go.” Jiyong sighs before grabbing my hand and leading me to the elevator. We step in, the others try to follow but he glares at them. They let the door close and Jiyong lets out a loud groan. “Those fucking idiots.”

I laugh, “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you swear this much.”

“Better get used to it tonight.”


Characters: Jimin x You

Genre: ceo!jimin || arranged marriage (I have no idea at this point)


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It is tiring to be standing in front of all these people. All of them looking up at him expectantly, waiting upon his next words like hungry wolves. He is the bait that is dangled in front of them, and once he is dropped, they will pounce and devour until nothing is left.

The cameras flash again in his face, and the white spots swarm in his vision. Loud chatter fills his ears from his spot on the stage and he resists all temptation to turn on his heels to walk away. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

Amongst all the chaos, he is slightly calmed down by the sight of one person who remains unmoving. You stand – stoic and without expression – hands folded in front of you in a manner that is the same if not more serious than him.

“Jimin,” he hears you say the two syllables.

They fall flat, a name that over the years has accumulated many emotion but now, contain nothing.

He looks at you, standing beside him with your face towards the crowd in front. With a deep breath, he walks up towards all the reporters and opens his mouth. They all drop silent and wait.

“Yes, we are divorced.”

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14 reasons why I don’t always love my job

I’ve been a veterinarian for over 6 years now, and I can’t seriously imagine myself in any other career. The job has its frequent downsides though, and it’s no wonder so many of us leave the profession within five years of graduating. Some go into research or parallel industries, some just wave goodbye and never look back. The important point from my point of view is that these people are still living, and didn’t choose the path that so many of us do, resulting in the highest suicide rate of any profession in Australia.

I think part of the reason we have such a high rate of vets leaving the profession is that it didn’t turn out to be what they were expecting when they signed up to the career. There are times when I’ve been feeling low for a while when I do seem to harp on about the negative aspects of veterinary medicine, but if I can deter one person who truly would have been miserable in veterinary medicine, then that might be one life saved and many years that weren’t wasted.

So here are some of the reasons why I simply don’t always love my job.

1. You have to talk to people. A veterinarian doesn’t just get to work with animals all day, there are people that always come attached to them.

2. Can’t save everything. The limitations of medical science, ethics and money often simply get in the way.

3. Some of your patients are intended to be eaten. Sure, you can save that calf today, but how does your brain cope knowing that he’s going to be burgers in 18 months time?

4. 8am starts, 8pm finishes, overnight shifts, after hours call outs and generally unsociable hours.

5. Everything dies. You will outlive all your patients, unless you happen to work exclusively with parrots and giant tortoises.

6. People will thank you when you put their pet to sleep, not when you’ve saved its life.

7. You must be the bearer of bad news. Many parents don’t want to be the bad guy, so you get to tell the 6 year old why their dog has to die today. You have to tell an old man that his dog has prostate cancer. You have to say those words down the phone when something doesn’t wake up from anesthesia.

8. You will get accused of being in it only for the money, because the pet’s medicine or surgery is deemed too expensive, while you’re waiting desperately for your own paycheck because you’re already $200 overdrawn this week.

9. Aggressive and fearful animals. You still have to treat them, but they’re either terrified of you or want to kill you. Some owners even think this is funny.

10. The kittens and puppies you do get to spend time with are mostly sick or injured, not cuddly and playful.

11. The combination of owning animals and being expected to pay money for them brings out some of the worst in humanity.

12. You can’t be wrong. You’re always compared to Dr Google and the threat on bad online reviews hang over your head constantly, which can tarnish your reputation for decades.

13. Physical exhaustion. Mental exhaustion. Compassion fatigue.

14. The expectation that you will sacrifice so much of yourself and your personal life to graduate and work as a veterinarian. And they fact that we do it.

It’s not all puppies and kittens, cuddles and happy fun times. We don’t just hug the pain away. This is medicine. This is the line between life and death and asking people for money.

Imagine bonding with Sonny over family

(A/N: For @heypeople2 who requested this piece. Sorry for the long wait and I hope you and everyone else enjoys this. And thank you for requesting Sonny. IT’S BEEN AGES!)

Imagine bonding with Sonny over family

“Is that him?” Your niece Nicky asked as she dropped heavily into the seat next to your desk, looking over her shoulder.

“Well, hello to you too,” You greeted, surprised at her sudden appearance, “Why aren’t you in class?”

“It was canceled,” She informed, looking at you briefly before looking back at your partner Sonny Carisi who was standing at the other end room with Fin.

“And you’re here, why?” You continued to probe, a confused look on your face.

“To see your new partner,” She stated obviously continuing to look.

“He’s been my partner for a year,” You reminded.

“But I just found out about him,” She countered, “And I have theories as to why you hid from us,”

“Do you now?” You entertained.

She nodded, before turning to look at you, a smug look on her face, “You like him, don’t you?”

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Golden Tongue (Bias x Reader) Epilogue

One year and three months later.

“Two burgers please,” you say once it’s your turn to order, “One cookies-and-cream milkshake,” You can’t wait to stuff that burger down your throat, you’re so hungry. 

“Nothing to drink with the other burger?” the cashier asks. 

You shake your head, “Not when you’re eating both,” 

No comment. 

You still work as a taxi driver, not entirely hating your job. Being on the road felt better than sitting behind a desk. Although it still resulted in the same butt-numbing sensation. 

You’re almost done with one burger when your phone chimes. Someone needs to be picked up a few blocks away from you. You accept the offer before other drivers can steal the catch. You thought of ignoring it, but decide against it. You’re almost done with your meal anyways. Stuffing the last piece into your mouth, you grab your other burger and shake as you push out the door. 

Living normally since your life took a turn over a year ago wasn’t easy. You dealt with guilt and depression to the point where you had to go to psychologist. Of course, once you confessed your inner pain to someone, you immediately wiped their memories clean of it. 

Eventually the pain began to numb. Thoughts of Jesse no longer crushed you. Thoughts of the people you killed no longer crippled you. Thoughts of B/N passed over you, like soft waves that lap onto a lakeshore. Other times, thoughts of him felt like the ocean waves; heavy, suffocating, and roaring. 

All in all, you felt okay. You often thought back to the past. Wanting to hang out with Jesse like before. Wanting to feel B/N’s arms around you, to feel his kisses again. You even missed using your powers as wildly as you did that night. You understood why Adra revelled in the power he obtained. It was addictive. 

Even though you took Adra’s power, his abilities were too inhumane to practice on anyone. Shockwaves, you banned yourself from using it. But he was also able to read minds if the topic was presented to him, but without pain or coercion, it didn’t always work. 

As for the other powers you used, it seemed to only work if the person was in close proximity. Even B/N’s power began to subside after a while. You could no longer control people. Being normal really was…boring. 

However, there would be moments you’d pick up someone in your car and they’d surprise you. You’d hear their thoughts, with them unable to hear yours. Your eyesight once got significantly better one night, only to find out the student you carried had night vision. Someone even had the power to see dead people, resulting in you almost crashing and them begging you to take their power. 

You meet lots of interesting people on the road. 

Now, as you drink your milkshake, arriving at the destination, you wonder who you’ll meet this time. 

You arrive at a cooperate building, the kind that makes you bend your head back to look to the top. You lean over your steering wheel to get a better look at the name through your window.

“N…U…A Corporations,” you sound out. Your mind doesn’t process it right away, but once it does you almost choke on a Oreo chunk. The back door of your car opens, the passenger sliding into the back seat. 

You have no time to think or react.

You slowly turn around, staring at B/N. He’s in a black suit with an open collared silver silk shirt. 

Your heart is slamming against your chest at the sudden sight of him. 

“Hi,” he smiles breathlessly. 

B/N didn’t feel like driving, as usual. So when his employees suggested he use a taxi app, he almost forgot those existed. He was so used to flagging them down. He put his information in, selected his destination which was a restaurant to have dinner with a few executives. 

Did he really have to go? 

He waits for a driver to accept to take him. He felt quite stupid looking at this app. He’s about to cancel when someone already accepts. The picture of the driver renders him motionless.  

He hadn’t seen her face in so long. He didn’t even have a picture of her. And here she was, smiling in the small photo. He taps the image, trying to get a better look at her but it doesn’t work. 

His hands are shaking, his heart beating way too fast. Even his armpits are sweating. It’s been over a year and he still feels this way. He hasn’t seen her since, and now he’s about to be in her presence?

Fate really has a sense of humor. And he’s about to throw up. 

He runs to the bathroom, checking himself in the mirror. His hair is parted at the side to give a professional look. A look he didn’t even like. 

“I look like an idiot,” 

He wets his hands, running his fingers through his hair. Should he go for a pushed-back look, or kinda-in-the-face look? He checks the phone, signaling that she’s almost here. Doesn’t matter. 

He rushes back to his office, pulling his secretary aside, “Smell me. How do I smell?” 

He didn’t mean to command her, but she sniffs him without hesitation, “You smell nice, sir. Very expensive,” 

He snaps his fingers, “Good,” 

He rushes for the elevator. She’s here and waiting for him. Will she notice the company name? Will she drive away before or once she sees him? He gets inside the car quickly and she turns, shocked to see him. Her mouth is parted and he can see the Oreo cookie residue on her teeth.

“Hi,” Idiot, you sound expectant. 

Her eyes are darting everywhere; she must be so confused. 

“Um. Hi,” she rests her drink down, wiping her mouth. He expects more to be said, but she faces forward, tapping in the destination he’s to go to. He sighs silently, calming his nerves. 

Did he expect huge excitement? He wasn’t sure. He was simply happy to see her. She’s driving in silence, refusing to look in the mirror where she’d meet his eyes. He remembers the first time she drove him in her car. He was such an entitled asshole then. He smiles at the memory. 

“How’ve you been?” he asks, “You look well,” 

“Oh,” her eyes meet his momentarily in the mirror, “I’ve been good. You?” 

He nods, “I’ve been good, too,”

“NUA Corporations? You really did it?” 

He nods, not surprised she remembered, “I did everything the way Jesse wanted,” 

“That’s nice,” More awkward silence. He can tell she’s uncomfortable, “How’s your parents?” 

“They’re good. Traveling more,” 

She nods. Her shoulders are tense, hands tight on the steering wheel. The conversation is so strained he feels constricted for her. 

It doesn’t take long to get to the restaurant. He doesn’t have to hand her cash like the last time, the app does it for him. He steps out the car, but peeks his head in to speak to her. 

“Would you mind picking me back up?” he asks. 

“Um… I’m not sure I’ll be available, but I’ll see,” 


“You could just use the app again,” 

He chuckles, “I hate this thing. I’ll just flag a taxi,” 

She seems to be thinking and he’s hoping she won’t say no. 

Seeing her so suddenly made him realize how badly he missed her. Could they go out for drinks? A restaurant? Anything? He wants to know how her life has been, he wants to tell her how he’s been. He just wants to talk to her, and the look on her face shows that she doesn’t want to.

Her extended silence lowers his hopefulness. He’s about to say not to worry about it, but she responds with, “Sure. I’ll pick you up,” 

He bites his lip to keep from grinning like a fool, “Thank you,” 

She hands him her business card, “Call me on this when you’re ready,” 

He takes it, admiring the simple artistry, “You have a business card,” he looks at her and he feels proud, “It suits you,” 

The faintest of smiles is her response, her gaze finally holding his. He closes the door, almost wanting to skip out on this dinner but he resists. She’s going to pick him up. He’ll make this dinner quick. 

Should I have told him? you wonder. 

You’re nibbling on your second burger. It’s not as hot as you wanted it, but it’s not cold either. 

You heard what he wanted to say. You heard his thoughts. And it took everything in you not to react to what he was thinking. 

He missed you that much? 

But did you miss him? Or did you bury all that happened that year, including how you felt about him?

Or is it because you were still hurt by him? Did you even like him anymore? 

You roll your eyes, putting your burger down. What a dumb question. 

You sigh, leaning your head back. Too much to think about. 

Seeing B/N caused all your emotions to resurface. You didn’t even realize you suppressed them. But sometimes it felt good to just ignore your inner thoughts and pretend as if nothing bothered you. A delusional life, but it kept you going.

Within an hour and a half, B/N calls you and you head back to him. This time he opens the front door, “May I?” 

He’s so forward. You nod, feeling antsy with him so close to you. Why are you acting this way? 

“Where do I go?” 

“Back to the building,” he says, surprisingly. You thought he would’ve asked you to go out somewhere like he thought. 

Stopping in front of the building, he turns to you. 

“Would you like to see inside?” 

You must admit you’re curious as to how B/N brought Jesse’s dream to life. You nod, turning off your car. 

It’s late now, most of the employees are gone and the security remains, acknowledging B/N as he steps into the polished lobby. 

Everywhere looks and smells expensive. 

“This place looks like it cost millions of dollars,” you say as you observe everything. 

B/N presses the elevator button, “Just a couple,” he smiles at you. 

So many levels. You chew on your nail as a way to avoid looking at him. He takes you to the top floor where his office resides. 

“This room is the planning room,” he flicks on the light. 

You look at the walls. It’s literally a map to success, “Jesse was very thorough. But I had to make some adjustments due to the change in economy and with people not always being predictable,” 

So much detail. It resembled a map detectives use to catch a criminal. Three destinations with smaller road to leading to it. 

“What’s your goal?” you ask him. 

“Well, putting abandoned buildings and lots to use. Instead of creating more retail places we don’t need, we’ve incorporated them into homes for the less fortunate,” 

“And who’s idea was that?” 

He looks at you, “Mine,”

You actually didn’t expect that from him.  

“And you’ve done all of this without the use of your ability?” 

He smirks, turning to the mini fridge, “A little persuasion never hurt anyone,” 

He hands you a canned drink, “I drive. I can’t drink,” 

He turns the can so that you can see the label, “It’s soda,” 

You take the can from his hand and he walks you to his office, “It’s roomy. Must be bright during the day,” you say looking at the large windows.

He nods and you step to the window, overlooking the city at night. 

“It’s an amazing view,” you sigh. 

“The best,” 

You turn to him, seeing him leaning against the window with one ankle crossed over the other. You know he’s been watching you. 

“Why’d you bring me up here?” you ask him.

“A few reasons,” he stands up straight, walking towards you, “I haven’t seen you in a long time. I wanted to show you this place. And,” he stands before you, “I never got to thank you for all that you did,” 

“That’s behind us now,” 

“True. But thank you. You did a lot for me during that time, more than I can imagine. I wouldn’t be alive if it wasn’t for you,”

You turn from the view of city, a sight you’ve been using to avoid looking at him. Once your eyes settle on him, your stomach starts to flutter. 

You open your soda, hoping the bubbles will help distract you from the butterflies in your belly but instead it erupts, spilling onto you and his carpet. 

You find a garbage, holding the can over it as you apologize profusely. Why did you swing it in your hand as you walked? 

He dabs napkins onto the stain, handing you some to clean yourself as well. 

“I’m so sorry,” 

“It’s just carpet, Y/N,” he seems to think nothing of this, “It can get cleaned,” 

He’s speaking so gently. How is this the same person? 

You watch him as he cleans the mess and disposes of the napkins, “You’ve changed,” you observe.

“Change is required for growth, if one is willing,” 

You’re surprised at his response, “Who are you?” 

At this, he throws his head back in laughter and the sight of him laughing is so pleasing to see that all you can do is stare at him. Jesse’s death really broke him but he seems to have mended as best.

He stops laughing, watching you who happens to still be staring at him. 

It’s dark in his office, the night light casting in enough brightness to allow you to see what you need to see. And what you do see is the way his dark hair falls against the side of his face. How his silver shirt glistens when he moves. And how his eyes are like black stars, twinkling as he looks at you. 

“I am so sorry for what I did to you,” he says, which wasn’t what you were expecting to hear, “I know that my words hurt you, my lack of compassion and selfishness to your needs did damage. But I need you to know how sorry and grateful I am to you,” 

To your surprise, your eyes are burning. You bite your bottom lip, trying to get a hold of yourself. Is this what you needed to hear all along? An apology from the person who hurt you the most and who happened to be the one you cared about the most? 

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you when you needed me,” he steps close to you.  

Your chest is tight and you’re trying so hard to keep yourself together. You take a step back, putting your hand out to keep him from coming closer. He doesn’t take another step. 

“I thought I was over this,” you whisper. All those months of therapy and for what? 

“Y/N,” Why did he have to say your name like that?

You cover your face with your hands as you cry silently. You realized you needed to hear him say this. 

“You really-” you take a breath, your voice breaking as you look at him, “You really hurt me then,”

By the look on his face, you know he feels exactly what you need him to feel. He looks pained and steps forward but you put your hand out again to keep him away and he doesn’t cross your barrier. 

“I’m sorry…” is all he can say. 

Slowly, he reaches for your levitated hand, holding onto your fingertips. You don’t pull away from him and he takes this opportunity to bring your hand to his face. He holds your hand against his cheek.

Forgive me,” his breath is warm against your skin, “Please, forgive me,” you hear him say but he isn’t speaking. His kisses each knuckle with an apology and your tears cease as you watch him. 

“I forgive you. I forgave you already,” you admit. He looks up surprised, “I meant to tell you I took Adra’s power, but it never came up. I’ve been hearing your thoughts directed at me this whole time,”

You’re not sure what his response will be, but he raises his eyebrows with a pleased expression, “This makes things way easier,” he blinks, “Wait, how much did you hear?” 


He gently pulls you towards him by your hand and you don’t fight him. You welcome his touch, and it feels so wonderful to have him hold you again.

Your face is against his shoulder as he embraces you, his cheek against your temple. He sighs, swaying side to side with you in his arms.

He tilts your face up, smoothing your hair, “Do you have any idea how much I missed you?” His confession has your tummy swirling. He said it with such ease and honesty, that you didn’t doubt that he missed you at all.

“How much?” you ask him. 


“How much did you miss me?” 

“Search my thoughts,” 

“Doesn’t work like that,” 

He thinks for a moment, looking at your face. His mind is quiet, not ready to let you in just yet. 

I missed you so much that I took a taxi everywhere I could just incase one of them would be you.” he’s playing with your hair as he speaks, touching your face in admiration, “I’ve been to the beach you’ve taken me to over thirty times, hoping you’d be there. But now I go simply because you liked going.” 

As he exposes his thoughts, he presses your palm against his cheek and he looks content; entrusting himself to you.

“I lived with regret and accepted that I would never get you back because of what I did.” 

The more he speaks, the tender his face becomes as he looks at you, “I missed having you by my side, even though it was short and I took it for granted. And I miss you even now that you’re standing right in front of me,” 

You’re looking at him as if it’s the first time you’re ever seeing them. You’ve both grown in each other’s absence. Even the way that he looks at you is different from before. 

You don’t ignore the emotions welling up within you; you welcome them. You accept that your feelings for him never left, as well as your attraction.

He smooths your cheek, wiping away the undried tears left on your face. His other hand is still on your lower back, keeping you in place against him and you feel what you didn’t think you’d be feeling so soon. 

“Already?” you raise your eyebrows, wondering if you should acknowledge that you’re just as excited to be with him. 

“He wants what he wants,” he says shyly, detaching his hips from yours for your comfort. 

But you pull him back to you, surprising him, “She wants what she wants too,” 

A full five seconds of you both staring at each other and wondering if this is really about to happen. 

Fuck,” he thinks. 

You kiss him, and just like that night on the couch, nothing more needs to be said or done for him to respond. He slides his jacket off for better movement, his arms immediately locking around you. 

His touch is familiar, his lips bringing memories of you both together back to life. You didn’t realize how much you missed him until you saw him, and you didn’t know how much you longed for him until he touched you. 

You’re still kissing each other when you feel his desk bump your legs. Instinctively, he leans you back but there’s too much stuff there to remove with the sweep of his hand. 

He’s impatient.

Next thing you know you’re against the window, trying to carefully unbutton his silk shirt because it’s silk! But he doesn’t care about that. He pops the remaining buttons, peeling his shirt off. 

“You think anyone’s gonna look up this high?” you ask him, noting that people could see you both through the window if they wanted to. 

“I don’t care,” his voice is husky against your ear, his fingers skimming the skin on your stomach as he lifts your shirt over your head. 

You hold his chin, “Slow down. I’m not going anywhere,” 

He actually pauses and you forget you have his power. But once it wears off, he continues.

Do you know how long I waited for you?” He gives you a look so alluring and sinful that you know tonight won’t end the way you thought.  

His mouth is on your neck, his teeth giving just the right amount of pressure to make your knees cave, but he keeps you up by pinning your hands against the glass. 

“Why would I slow down?” 

Did he think his night would turn out this way when he woke up this morning? Not in a million years. Did he hope it would once she kissed him? Absolutely. 

He motions towards the couch and she hesitates for a moment before walking ahead of him. She’s topless, still in her jeans and bra and the sight of her walking has him restraining himself. 

She stands at the couch, hugging her arms around herself. 

“Cold?” he asks. 



“Is this a one time thing for us?” 

“Did you not listen to a word I said tonight?” 

She sighs, “Still,” 

“Is it not obvious?” 

“What is?” 

“That there’s no one else for me?” 

She takes a moment to reply, “You haven’t met many people then,” 

“Is there anyone else who would literally step in the line of fire for me?” 

She shakes her head and he smiles, pulling her towards him as he kisses her forehead. He wants to tell her so much more but he can’t. Not yet. 

I love you, Y/N,” he thinks to himself alone, knowing now isn’t the right time to tell her, “I loved you then when you took those flames for me. I loved you even when I watched you walk away from me, and even more now,

No, he can’t tell her this right now. 

But he can do something for her that could be the physical equivalent. 

He tilts her chin up, kissing her softly on her lips.

“Will you let me repay you?” he asks. 

“Repay me for what?” her eyes are closed, content by his touch. 

“For everything you’ve done,” 


He pokes her chest, pushing her against the couch. Getting on his knees, he unbuckles her belt, unfastening the button in one go. 

“Like this,” 

His movements are swift yet unhurried as he tugs your jeans off of your body. 

Fondly, he caresses your face, as if calming you. But excites you once more once his fingers descend down your lips, your breast and stopping at your waist. 

“Will you let me?” he asks once more. 

All you can do is nod. 

He leans forward, kissing you as he thinks a familiar question, “Do you have any idea of the power you possess over me?” You’re pretty sure it’s the other way around right now.

His lips travel down your neck, and slowly over your breasts. As he grasps your waist, his tongue leaves wet trails over your stomach.

Do you know how long I craved you?” 

With his middle finger, he traces the creased, damp lining through your underwear, touching your most sensitive area.

Your breath catches in your throat, your legs instinctively widening a bit. 

He looks pleased.  

He hooks his fingers around your underwear, and you lift your body up in response as he slides them down your legs. 

Excitement is coursing through your body and it makes no sense to hide it. 

He lifts your legs onto his bare shoulders, kissing your inner thighs with his eyes closed.

You clench your fists the closer his mouth gets but before he gets there, he looks up at you.

“Tell me, did you forget?” he asks.

“Forget what?” you respond breathlessly.

He opens your legs wider, his face lowering and your mind submitting.

With his eyes locked on yours, he drags his tongue heavily and slowly between your lips as he thinks to you, 

“I’m your slave to desire.” 

Someone requested more moments cute between them, did I deliver? 

anonymous asked:

Percy and his siblings were all amazing singers, and because of their different ages and interests, music was one of the few activities that could bring them together.

There’s a grand piano in the entrance hall that neither Percy nor Cassandra touch any more.

It’s kept closed, locked, and - though Whitestone castle now has the staff and funds to keep the place clean and in order - the dark wood of it is often slightly grey with dust. Visitors remark on it, every so often, with pleasant comments about how it must be old, must be expensive, must make beautiful music. 

“Why, surely, Lady de Rolo, you must be an accomplished musician yourself? And your brother, I am sure, must have a lovely singing voice. It seems quite a shame, to keep such a lovely old instrument tucked in the corner… Quite a shame, indeed.”

If the guests ever see the ghosts that cluster around the piano, they don’t mention it. Likely, they can’t see the shadows that curl around it, blind to the memories hanging heavy in the air as they chatter away. A woman, with more burns than skin, sits at the keys and plays gentle and confident, her husband stood with a hand on her shoulder and a bloody hole through his chest. Their children cluster around them - one with her body so twisted and broken it seems impossible she should be upright, one with the telltale burns of being hung with a commoner’s noose around his neck, one with his eyes put out, one carrying her head beneath her arm, one with his head caved in… They stare, all of them, at their mother and father, hollow mouths stretched smiling-wide and opened in a silent song that no one other than the two surviving de Rolos seem able to hear.

Percy and Cassandra do not smile at the praise, do not say a word. They merely nod, their jaws clenched and cheeks pulled tight, and turn the conversation to other subjects - lest the ghosts take notice, and visit them that night in their dreams.


~Bullet Points~

  • Now Chen
  • Boy oh boy
  • Chen is probably one of the sweetest guys out there honestly
  • Although he can be a little shit
  • He’s like Suho mixed with Baekhyun, so a really caring sweet pea who will still tease the living daylights out of you
  • You love it though, very very much
  • He’s probably one of the most supportive boyfriends as well, you’re his biggest fan and he’s yours
  • Whenever work is stressing you out he’ll be by your side cheering you on, he hates seeing you worked up about work (see what I did there? No? Okay…)
  • And whenever he can’t be with you due to his schedule, he’d send you messages of support when he has a break
  • ‘Hey Jagiya~ don’t be disheartened, you can do it!’
  • ‘I’m sorry I can’t be there… but know I’m cheering for you all the way!’
  • These small gestures immediately make you feel better and want to do well, which you always do
  • Whenever you’re ill he brings round soup and tissues, however he tends to freak out
  • He’d be sitting in the dorms or practice room with the other members when he gets your message about being ill and if he could bring over some medicine as you have none left
  • He begins to panic and ask the members what he should do, the love of his life is practically on her death bed (Yes he said this, my boys extra aight)
  • Mother Suho calms him down and Kyungsoo prepares some soup for you, once everything is ready he makes his way over to your house
  • Of course he forgets the one thing you asked for
  • Yes he brought soup, yes he brough tissues, but he didn’t bring any form of medicine whatsoever
  • ‘Medicine? Medicine… Erm Y/N? I’ll be right back… I erm… forgot the chocolate .’
  • Eventually brings your damn meds, and some chocolate, what every sick person needs
  • When going on dates he’ll always hold your hand, Chen I don’t feel would be up for a lot of pda
  • He’d be clingy af at home though don’t you worry
  • But if you ever tried to initiate skinship this kid would get really cocky and maybe even tease you. It wouldn’t last too long though, you have your ways with him
  • ‘Wow someones clingy, I must be irresistible, right jagiya?’
  • ‘Guess someone doesn’t want to cuddle then.’
  • ‘Wait no come back!’ 
  • If you do something simple like stutter mid sentence, this guy would pick up on it and tease you for a life time
  • You tease him back of course, imitating his voice like Baek did
  • You two could go all day mimicking each other 
  • When you both go out for a meal you’ll sometimes catch him staring at you with a smirk, all because he loves seeing you dress up so nicely for him
  • Which is why he usually take you to all the posh, expensive restaurants (Chen you scoundrel)
  • ‘What? Is there something wrong?’
  • ‘Nothing, I just have the most beautiful girlfriend in the world.’
  • ‘Oh, fair enough.’
  • ‘I really want to take it back now.’
  • You and Chen are just adorable together
  • You love eachother and anyone can see that
  • Just… so cute

Originally posted by exoxoolf

I hope yall enjoyed this scenario! My computer crashed so I had to re write it like 3 times.

EXO is honestly ruining my life atm, the Sehun scenario will be up later so please be patient! My inbox is open so feel free to request! I love every single one of my followers, there’s nearly 100 of you guys! I’m honestly so thankful and it’s been happening so fast!

Until next time, byeeeee~

- Admin stroni

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Vernon x Reader

Words: 864

Contains violence, guns mentioned.

Writing Prompt/Dialogue: “I’m a mailman, okay? I deliver goods, like letters, packages, and such, but I never asked for this, okay?! I never asked to deliver what was apparently an assault rifle and then be yanked into an FBI van and questioned for two hours straight. I DEMAND TO CALL MY LAWYER.”

I changed it up a bit, though.

Originally posted by sneezes

You were doing your daily rounds of mail delivery, when you noticed an odd looking package. It was your last stop, so you hadn’t really paid attention to it until now. It was quite long, possibly it was a children’s toy, like a pogo stick?

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Lilac and Black Don’t Match (M)

Originally posted by hey-seoul-sistah

» jungkook x reader
» 7.3k
» can I please request a cop!jungkook…
» warning: implied death, smut: riding

“Aish! This is unbelievable.” The words from Jungkook’s mouth were accompanied by him throwing himself down onto the bench outside the building he’d stormed from.

Before him stood his three friends – Jimin, Taehyung and Hoseok. They didn’t really know how to comfort him, but luckily enough Hoseok had some idea on what to say to someone who was generally upset.

“Yah, Jungkook-ah…”

“No, Hoseok, you don’t understand!” Jungkook narrowed his eyes at the eldest of their friends, neglecting to use proper terms for his hyung. He didn’t even use his nickname. “They’re sending you all to Shanghai and I’m staying here to watch over some… some kids playing around with drugs! Why can’t I be involved with the mafia, huh? Why does everyone have something against me here!”

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Break Out of Your Shell

Fandom: Star Wars (Modern AU)

Pairing: Boss!Hux x Assistant!Reader

As requested by @harrell-jordanl: Ok yay! Hux x reader imagine S/he is his shy assistant and he finds some ways to break her out of her shell 😉😅

Warning: sexual implications

“Y/N!” You heard Hux cry out. You sighed as you stood up and quickly walked into his office.

“Yes, sir?” Your small voice squeaked out. You never looked him in the eyes, too shy to be under his intimidating stare.

“Cancel my lunch with Phasma and Ren. Looks like I have a lot of paperwork to catch up on and I’d prefer to do it now than later.” Hux said not looking up from his computer.

You nodded as you scribbled it down into your planner, “Right away, sir.” You turned to walk out, but Hux called out for you again to which you faced him once more.

“Can you do another thing for me?” He asked.

Still avoiding his eyes you said, “You’re my employer, sir, do what you want with me.”

Hux smirked, “You should be careful what you say around me, Y/N. I just might take you up on that offer.”

Your eyes widened when you realized how that sounded. You looked up and looked into his blue eyes piercing into your panicked ones, “I-I didn’t mean for it to sound like that, sir! That was highly unprofessional. I apologize for such-”

“Sssshhhh,” Hux stood up and walked over to you. His body was terribly close to yours. You could smell his expensive cologne on him, “Why are you so anxious around me, Y/N? Hmm? Do I scare you?”

You shook your head, “No, sir.”

“Then why do you tremble around me? Why must your voice be so soft and mouse-like when you speak to me? You never look me in the eyes. You hide from me. That sounds like you’re scare of me.”

“I’m not, sir. I’m shy.”

“Hmm,” Hux began to pace around his office, “Shy you say? Yes, that explains a lot.” He sat on his red leather couch, “No one has been able to break you out of your shell?” You shook your head again. Hux gave you this smirk that made you a bit uncomfortable yet…aroused?

“Looks like we’re going to change that,” he pat the spot next to him, “Sit with me.”

You hesitated but moved and sat down next to him. You were starting to get nervous.

Hux took your hand and kissed it, “No need to be afraid. I won’t bite…unless you ask me to.” You bit your lip and Hux groaned, “I’ve always hated it when you did that. Makes me want to kiss those lips of yours.”

“Why don’t you?” You asked. Woah. Where did that come from?

Hux smiled, “Getting suddenly so confident?” You looked away blushing. Hux gently gripped your chin and had you face him again, “Don’t hide. I’m so supposed to be helping you get out of your shell. Now, look into my eyes and very clear, tell me what you want.” his thumb, clad in his black leather glove rubbed over your lips.

You gulped, “I want you to kiss me.” You said in a whisper.

Hux tsked, “Not loud enough.”

You cleared your throat and spoke louder, “I want you to kiss me, sir.”

“Are you sure?” Hux asked wanting to make sure you were certain. You nodded, “No, use your words, darling.”

“Yes, I want you to kiss me.”

Hux leaned in and his lips met yours. You thought the kiss was going to be forceful, but it was actually gentle and soft. Hux pulled away looking accomplished, “Was that so hard?”

You shook your head and looked down to see the outline of Hux’s straining erection, “No, but I know something else that’s hard.”

Hux couldn’t help but chuckle, “Who’d have thought that a kiss would get you out of your shell?”

“I could help, you know.” You gestured to his lap. 

Hux looked down and at you, “I don’t want you to feel obliged-”

“I don’t feel obliged at all, sir. Bend me at your will.”

Hux smirked, “I think I will take you up on that offer right now.” 

My opinions on various art schools

-everyone is pretty wtf
-you must be VERY motivated to thrive here
-you must love your major because switching seems hard

-Nerdland USA
-no one can math, like NO ONE

-public school
-smart people on every corner

Syracuse VPA
-sweetest people on planet earth
-the musical theater kids are INTEnSE
-everyone shops on Mod Cloth

-Kurt Cobain would have loved it here

-why so serious
-talented assholes the lot of them

-new wave feminists run this place
-come in as a realist leave an impressionist

-surfers who can draw
-the campus from Zoey 101

-the DORMS
-hecka scholarship money

-when your here your stressed
-Disney training camp
-be in California never see anything but the light of your computer screen

-trying its hardest
-loves you

-what happened?