yes this is definitely my calling in life

The Five Things You Know, and the One You Don’t

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 2567

A/N:  back for round twoooo…..I feel like we all need some Bucky fluff right now

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Why is it called 'Maladaptive'?

Maladaptive comes from the word ‘adaptive’ which comes from the word ‘adapt’ which means to adjust oneself to different conditions and environments.

However, the word ‘maladaptive’ is actually the opposite. The rough definition of maladaptive is when one is unable to adapt fully in a place or situation.

So, why is it called 'Maladaptive Daydreaming’?

The term 'maladaptive’ is used because people who struggle with MD can’t fully adapt in real life.

They will often find it very difficult to stop their daydreams and it will lead to a lot of problems, such as not being able to do simple tasks, finding it hard to be able to wake up or sleep at night, having a lot of bruises or scars because of pacing, finding reality completely sucks and not worth living, and many more.

So basically their daydreams are more than just daydreams. They are more than just imaginations - they can be something more and that leads to reality being effected by that.

But what if my daydreams aren’t maladaptive?

First, you might not actually have Maladaptive Daydreaming.

A lot of people are usually misinformed and think that Maladaptive Daydreaming is only about imagining things, which isn’t entirely true. Some people might also not understand the entire definition and the symptoms.

Second, you might not realize that it’s maladaptive

It’s possible for anyone to not realize that their daydreams are maladaptive due to some things. Some people might only recognize it as laziness or they are focused too much on the positive sides of Maladaptive Daydreaming, resulting an unawareness of the maladaptive part of their life.

Is it okay to not label myself as a maladaptive daydreamer even though my daydreams are, in fact, maladaptive?

Yes! I know some people who use it as a coping mechanism refuse to call it 'maladaptive’ because of some personal reasons, and that’s actually okay, as long as you’re not harming anyone.

Am I allowed to call myself a maladaptive daydreamer even though my daydreams aren’t maladaptive?

Nope. Stay in your lane.

How do I know if my daydreams are maladaptive or not?

Has it ever stopped you from doing basic tasks? Has it ever tried to make you isolate yourself from society so you can daydream more? Has it ever tried to interfere with your school or work? Has it ever tried to bother you at some loint in life? Etc.

There are actually a lot of examples but these are the most frequently asked ones. If you’re still figuring out whether your daydreams are maladaptive or not, come and ask anyone around Tumblr, including me. I’d be happy to help all of you.

Part Three, Chapter Two: The Lost Has Been Found

The Premise: Claire and Julia (aka Faith) were separated in their journey thru the stones. Claire returned to her own time, but Julia traveled further and landed in 2007. Ten years later, we find that Julia has been kidnapped by a mysterious man who seems to know an awful lot about her parents. The man brings her to a circle of standing stones somewhere in the middle of the woods in North Carolina. Julia travels thru the stones by accident in an attempt to escape, coming out in 1767. (but she doesn’t know this yet, so shh, no spoilers for poor Julia) We backtrack a few minutes to pick up Jamie’s point of view as he discovers her in his own back yard, so to speak.

You can catch up on Parts One and Two here, as well as Part Three Chapter One.


October 31st, 1767; Fraser’s Ridge, North Carolina.
Jamie.

A loud crashing noise came from somewhere above me on the bluff, setting me on a new path thru the forest. My steps hastened as a child’s cry echoed thru the trees.

Where on earth had they come from? There wasn’t a family with children for miles. Whoever they were and for whatever reason they were here, they obviously were in trouble. The rustling ahead of me stopped for a moment, then began again in earnest, headed in a different direction. I caught sight of a flash of blue as it disappeared behind a fallen log.

“I willna hurt ye, if tha’s wha’ he fear.” I called gently, not wishing to scare the poor thing.

The child was silent for a moment before peering cautiously over the log. A brilliant thatch of auburn curls stuck out in every direction, tangled with leaves and other debris. I smiled at the child’s intense focus on me and watched as their brows relaxed in relief. With a slight whimper, they sat up taller.

What was a wee lassie like this doing out here all alone?

“Hi,” she whispered tentatively.

My heart broke at the vulnerable expression on her face, the sudden urge to take her in my arms and hold her close overwhelmed me. Something about the angle of her jaw and the set of her eyes made my bones ache with longing for the daughter who I may never see again. My first born, mo beag calman geal, my Julia. I thought she maybe resembled the photographs of Brianna, as well, but it was her elder sister I thought of when I looked at this child.

I swallowed hard as I replied in the same hushed tone, “Hello.”

“Are ye injured, lass?” I asked, breaking an awkward silence. I could see a good sized cut along her cheekbone, as well as another traveling along her hairline. She still hadn’t made a move to stand, making me wonder if a larger injury was preventing her from doing so.

Her gaze flicked away for a moment, “I’m fine.”

She was soaking wet, shivering, and in pain, but far from fine.

“My wife an’ I can help ye,” I kept my voice casual; not wanting her to feel like I was calling her bluff, but needing her to know this, “We live no’ far from here. Do ye think ye can walk?”

She nodded and clumsily rose to her feet, visibly wincing.

My heart dropped to my boots as I saw her bound hands. The skin beneath the rope was raw, even bleeding in some places. She was obviously on the run from whoever had done this to her. I took in her short, plaid skirt and bunched stockings, which left her completely bare from knees to ankles. What sort of monster had held her captive, dressing her in such a way?

“Let me cut the rope for ye, aye?” I explained as I reached for my dirk.

“Thanks,” she murmured and reached her hands out over the log.

Pain contorted her face as I realized her left shoulder hung at an odd angle. I didn’t need Claire to tell me that she had dislocated it. Having experienced such an injury before myself, I knew the agony she must be in. I hastily cut the cords and she cradled her left arm gently in her right, her face paling considerably. She refused my hand in assistance as she climbed over the log and stood trembling at my feet.

Stubborn lass.

I shrugged off my coat and draped it around her. She thanked me again, giving me a ghost of a smile.

“Where do you live?” She asked, eyes darting around the forest.

I turned and gestured over my shoulder to the west, “On the other side of those pines, no’ far.”

Unsure as to how steady she was on her feet, I was incredibly thankful for the short distance between here and the cabin. Her lips were pressed into the thin, white line of pain and she rapidly blinked back tears as we walked.

She was slender and finely built, the neatly manicured hand poking out of my rough homespun sleeve boasted a gentle upbringing. She spoke without a hint of a German accent, ruling out the settlement of Salem as her residence. I knew I would have remembered seeing such a child in Cross Creek and ruled that out as well.

Where on earth had she come from?

“Ye dinna live near here, do ye? Are ye from Charlotte or even Wilmington, perhaps?” I kept my voice conversational, not wanting her to feel cornered into answering, but dying to know.

She started at the sudden break in the silence, then looked up at me as she answered, “No. I’m from Boston.”

“Boston?” I repeated.

Far from home, indeed.

She nodded and wiped her nose on the sleeve of my coat. “Where are we, anyway?”

While not an unreasonable question, it did pose a challenge in answering. How much did she know of where she was?

“Well,” I drew out the word, deciding spur of the moment to start broad and work our way back to the ridge. “We’re in North Carolina.”

“I know that, but what town?” She countered.

Town?

“Cross Creek is tha’ way, a day’s ride from here.” I gestured, unsure how to answer her. “Salem’s to the south an’ a good deal farther.”

She halted quite suddenly beside me, “Ride? On what, a horse?”

“Ah, aye, ‘tis longer on foot,” I stammered and shifted uneasily as we stood staring at each other.

“You live all the way out here and you don’t have a car?” She asked incredulously.

I looked down at her in complete confusion, “Dinna have a wha’?”

“What’s your name?” she whispered as the little remaining color drained from her face.

What did my name have to do with anything? And what on earth was a car?

“James Fraser,” I answered simply, then lurched forward as the girl spun on her heel and tried to run away. “Fuirichibh! Wait!”

Grabbing her about the waist, keeping in mind her shoulder, I deposited her rather unceremoniously on top of a large boulder. She kicked and screamed in protest, pounding me in the chest with her good hand. “Stop it! Let me go!”

“I will, if ye promise no’ to run awa’ like tha’ again,” I caught her fist just before it collided with my jaw and reasoned with her. “I willna hurt ye, lass. Will ye no’ stop hurtin’ me?”

“No, let me go!” She squirmed.

Gu leoir,” I muttered under my breath as I received a good, swift kick in the shin. “I’m just tryin’ to help ye!”

A flow of perfectly accented Gaelic spewed from her lips and I dropped her hand in surprise. Slapping me full across the face, she shrieked in my mother tongue, “You abandoned me and now you want to help?”

Her words sucked the very breath from my lungs, leaving me gasping for air.

You abandoned me.

I looked at her then, really looked at her, and my heart skidded to a stop. Her eyes were a deep blue, slightly slanted like my own and my mother’s before me. She had Claire’s delicate lips and thin brows. Claire’s riotous curls too, although the coloring was definitely mine. A smattering of freckles graced her nose and cheeks.

She couldn’t be, and yet she was.

“Julia,” her name spilled from my lips as tears blurred my vision.

Her cheeks were flushed in anger, her own tears pouring forth as she continued, “It’s all your fault! Youre the reason why they kidnapped me! They wanted you! You and her!”

“Who has done this to ye?” I asked, my heart clattering to life again at the reminder that she was in danger.

“I don’t know!” She cried, trying to explain. “He said he knew you. They called him Crawford, but he said his name was Randall.”

Randall.

Blind instinct kicked in as I scooped her up and ran the last two hundred yards to the cabin door. Running from what, I didn’t know, but if a man by the name Randall had done this to my daughter in order to get to me, I needed Claire and I needed her now.

anonymous asked:

I can see you have a type...

If the type is The Most Knowledgeable And Smart In Their Group But Still A Complete Idiot then yes, definitely, I have a type lmao - seriously tho I dunno if this is specifically about DGM (Lavi and Wisely are pretty similar) or if it’s a general thing, but as far as Wisely goes you might not believe this but over half of the reason why he’s my fave is that he suffers from chronic migraines and I Hard Relate

Anon said: MAKO AND TAiYOu ARE THE CuTEST I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. ALSO KIRI WITH LONG HAIR GIVES ME LIFE.

Thank you!!! Super happy you liked them!!! <3<3

Anon said: You know, apparently in the raws of Chapter 144, Kirishima’s friend calls him “Ei-chan”, not just Ei

!!!!! thanks for the info! I was actually wondering which between the -kun and -chan they had used!!! 

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Guess who came to visit me in Dallas?! 😍😭 

For my birthday I didn’t really have any plans of going out or anything until @ashter-blank and @bourbon-creamss texted me saying they wanted to come and celebrate with me! 🙈🙈 A sleepover was definitely a MUST so I made sure to get lots of food (we’re all foodies, what do you expect?😋😋) and Mahli Mahli brought Jack D along lmao, definitely hyped for Saturday too…It’s gonna be a good time for sureeee 💃🏽😌🎉 Anyway, back to watching these horror films!!

*Click the pictures to read the captions*

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yes yes of COURSE phoenix used a whip to thank edgeworth. that made perfect sense, and definitely didn’t make me concerned for edgeworths safety at all! 

I Won’t Back Down - Negan x Reader The Walking Dead Fanfiction Part of Music Quote Challenge @bulletscrossbowpie

Quote: I’d rather die on my feet, then live on my knees.

Warnings: violence, blood, smut, blow job male receiving, fingering, and language

Summary: Y/n volunteers to marry Negan so he won’t kill her brother Aaron's​boyfriend Erick and when she gets to the Sanctuary she’s got a sinister an for her husband Negan.

It was a fairly quiet day in Alexandria people were going about their daily lives. Which for Y/n was keeping watch at the back of Alexandria. She lived in a house with her older brother Aaron and his boyfriend Erick. Erick had become family she loved him like another brother, she knew Erick before the apocalypse. Y/n, unlike their parents accepted Aaron was gay, she accepted Erick into her family.

She was shaken from her thoughts by yelling and screaming coming from the front gate. She grabbed her gun and climbed down the ladder and started running towards the gate. When she got there she saw a large group of people and several trucks. She also saw a man in black jeans, a leather jacket, red scarf and a baseball bat covered in barbed wire. “That must me that giant asshole Negan” she thought to herself, while watching them take all their stuff. “So if I shot the fucker in the head, could I hide fast enough” she mumbled. Her brother Aaron was standing behind her, “please don’t do it, it won’t end well either ways” he said.

She was just about to cuss him out when they heard Erick​ scream in fear, they both ran towards the scream. They saw Erick on the ground on his knees and Negan was in front of him waving Lucille in front of his face. Negan was yelling the anger seeping from his voice, “I can’t believe you have the balls to steal from me, I think Lucille is angry and anger makes her thirsty” Negan said raising Lucille up over his head. Just as the bat was right above Erick’s head, Aaron and Y/n ran over. “Whoa, no I will shut this shit down” Negan said, “no, no please don’t hurt him, take me instead” Aaron said. “Now why would I do that” Negan said, “I know you make deals, so me for him” Aaron said, “ I don’t think Lucille cares who dies today​” Negan said. “Fine if you want to take his place fine with me” he said, he got in front of Aaron. She stood there thinking she couldn’t let her brothers die and break one of there hearts. “Take me, leave my brother’s alone and take me” she said. Negan looked at her, “oh no way I’m killing a woman, I don’t do that shit, but if you wanna make a deal, and save these guys we can talk” Negan said.

“Y/n no, don’t do anything” Aaron said, “Y/n just let him kill me” Erick said, “no I’m not letting you guys die, Negan what do you want, I’ll give you whatever you want” she said. “Well doll there’s an easy solution to this, marry me, be my wife and I’ll spare the dumb asses” Negan said. “No, Y/n don’t” Aaron pleaded, “I marry you and you leave them alone” she said. “You have my word doll” Negan said, “fine, yes I’ll marry you” she said. Negan had a cocky smirk on his face, “let them up, let them go” he said. “Say goodbye to your family and get your stuff it’s time to go home new wife” Negan said. Y/n got her things from her room, “you guys take care of each other, don’t worry about me, I’m a big girl I can take care of myself, I love you guys” she said giving them both a hug and kiss.

She took Negan’s arm and followed him to the truck and got in and she watched out the window. All the way to the Sanctuary she tried not to cry thinking about her brothers​ and the rest of her family in Alexandria. “We’re here doll, welcome to your new home” Negan said extending his hand. She took his hand and he helped her out of the truck and she saw a huge factory. As Negan led her through the Sanctuary she looked around and saw so many people. The people were working, until they saw Negan and they took a knee and waited for him to walk away before getting up. “Here’s your new digs your beds here, these are my other wives, this is my new wife Y/n” Negan said.

Negan left her with the res of his wives, “hi I’m Sherrie, I’m sorry” Sherrie said, “yeah, me too, but I had no choice he was going to kill my family” Y/n said. “I’m sorry, I know what that’s like, I married Negan so he wouldn’t kill my husband Dwight” Sherrie said. “This is Amber, she married Negan so her mom could get her medicine” Sherrie said. “So what did I get myself into here” Y/n said, “well we have free range here, we don’t have to work for points” Amber said. “The only thing we’re really here for is to have sex with Negan, whenever he wants to” Sherrie said. “Great, tell me there’s alcohol” Y/n said, “yes we definitely have that” Amber said. “Here’s your new crappy black dress, or as I call it my ball and chain” Sherrie said. Y/n changed into the black dress in the bathroom, she was looking in the mirror and a thought jumped in her head. She thought back to the prison and the Governor and the conversation she had with Carol and Andrea. Where Carol told Andrea to give the governor the best sex of his life. Then when he falls asleep, stab him in the chest and get out of there.

She went back out to the rest of the wives, she sat down next to Sherrie and Amber. After dinner the wives were waiting to see which one of them was going to have sex with Negan that night. Negan walked into the wives quarters “which one of my lovely wives wants the pleasure of fucking me this evening” Negan said. Y/n thought what did she have to lose, “I will” Y/n said, “oh yes I was hoping you’d say that, I get some new pussy, I love new pussy” he said. Y/n followed him to his bedroom and he closed the door and led her to the bed. “How about you strip for me doll” he said, “yes Negan” she said, she unzipped her dress slowly. She slid it down her body leaving her completely naked in front of him. “Fuck doll, I knew you were sexy, I didn’t know you were naughty” Negan said. He took his jacket and scarf off, then his shirt, he took her hands and put them on his pants. She unbuckled his belt and unfastened his pants and pulled them down his legs. “Suck my cock doll” he said she stroked his cock and took him in her mouth. She licked the tip tasting the pre-cum that leaked out, she licked the vein at the bottom of his cock, while taking him as far down her throat as possible.

She licked and sucked and bobbed her head and hollowed her cheeks, “holy shit doll, you’re good with that mouth” he growled. Negan felt his dick twitch, he grabbed her by her hair and pulled her up off his cock. “I wanna cum in your pussy doll face” he said, she laid down on the bed on her back. Negan crawled on top of her, he firmly planted his lips on hers, he shoved his tongue in her mouth. He put his hands on her breasts he squeezed them softly. He took one of her nipples in his mouth and sucked it, he put his thumb and index finger around her other nipple and pinched it. She moaned as his free hand slid down her stomach, between her legs and opened her slit and slid a finger in her. “Fuck yes” she moaned, he pumped his finger in and pulled it out. She moaned at the loss, he added a second finger and pumped at a fast pace. He built her up all the way to near orgasm and he yanked his fingers out again.

“Negan stop teasing me and fuck me already” she said, he spread her legs with his knee. “Now you remember you asked for this” Negan said. He lined himself up with her entrance and slammed into her pussy entrance. “Yes fuck Negan” she said as he gave her no time to adjust, he just pounded into her making her scream his name. Negan felt her pussy clench around his cock, he pounded into her faster and harder. “I’m so close Negan, gonna cum” she cried out, “me too doll” he said, he moved her legs over his shoulders. The new position drove his cock deeper and at the new angle he hit her G spot with each thrust. He put his hand between them and found her clit with his finger and rubbed circles on it. Causing her orgasm to rip through her, her thighs shook, her eyes rolled up in the back of her head. She screamed, “Negan, Negan yes fuck”, he came undone right after she did. Negan fell down onto the bed and she laid next to him.

After she recovered and caught her breath she went to stand up, “where you going doll” he said. “I thought after great sex I go back to my bed” she said, “normally yes, but tonight’s your first night here you sleep with me tonight, lay down doll” he said. Y/n laid back down on the bed with Negan and he pulled her close to him and she put her head on his chest. He went to sleep, he started snoring, “Negan, Negan” she said. When she didn’t get any response, she got up out of bed and she went to his pants and grabbed his knife. She walked to the bed and she stood above Negan and she lifted the knife over her head. She went to bring it down, his hands popped up grabbing her arms and his eyes popped open.

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What is mine ( Zen fanfic ) part 1

Warmth. I feel hot, as if I’m burning. It feels as if I’m on fire.
Eyes. people are looking at me right now. Eyes piercing through me, looking right into my soul. They’re judging me, whispering, laughing.
Dizzy, am I going to pass out? I can’t I’ll look like a failure and I don’t want them to think I’m some weakling.

“Qwoxka”

Did someone say something?

“…Sophie”

Wait what was I doing again?

Suddenly I’m back to my senses. Oh right. I have to introduce myself to all of these new people. I look at the teacher, he looks at me with an awkward smile. For how long has he been calling my name? Well I guess these kids already know that then.

“ yes my name is Sophie as you might have noticed. I moved and because of that I switched schools.”

Whispers. Here they are again. Like what the fuck I’m right here.

“ also if you have something to say about me say it right to my face. I’m pretty straight forward and I don’t take shit like that”

I’m not here to make friends, I’m here to succeed and build a good life. I couldn’t care less about what they think about me.

“Lolololol I like your purple hair”

Ah yes how couldn’t I have known. My appearance isn’t what you call usual I guess. I’m dressed fully in black, Face covered in freckles, bright green eyes, and to top it all off I have purple hair. The little prick who asked me that question had red hair himself. He also had the weirdest glasses I’ve ever seen, if he gets cheeky I’ll definitely make fun of them. But before I could do that he continued.

“Don’t get me wrong I don’t mean it in a mean way, I actually think it looks great!”

Hm I’m not sure if he’s genuine but I’ll play nice for now.

“Why thank you I dyed it myself”

And with that I sat down next to the window. The whispering continued but I guess it can’t be helped. I stared outside, I might seem like I don’t care and that I’ll fight anyone who annoys me but the truth is that I’ve never been good with people. I don’t like them and I don’t want to be near them but for some reason I care what they think of me. I’m insecure and a mess. But I don’t want people to look at me that way.

Before I know it it’s lunchtime. Since I haven’t had a conversation with anyone except the tomato guy I’ll probably end up sitting all alone. But not that I care..right? At my old school you got really gross food so I thought that was the case here as well but apparently you have to bring your own lunch, which I didn’t do. And if things couldn’t get worse all the seats were already taken. There was this really loud blonde girl sitting at one of the tables. Next to her was a guy with blue hair, she was clinging onto him for life and he looked very uncomfortable. Across of him was a guy with black hair, he looked very fancy but for some reason he had a weird cat backpack… Well I’m not one to judge. I guess you could say that’s the “popular table”. The table next to them was filled with edgy people. Not gonna lie they looked cool, but probably because I can relate to them I’m an edgy egg myself after all. There was a guy with pink hair, have I seen him before? While trying to figure out if I’ve seen him earlier we made eye contact, and if looks could kill I’d be dead. God I know school sucks but he looked at me as if I killed his dog or something.

“ hey Sophie!!! Heeeey!!!!”

What the heck. Before I could turn around someone bumpt against my back.

“For fuck sakes watch where you’re going will you? Oh it’s you” I should have known there’s only one tomato guy at this school after all.

“ Yay you remember me lololol. Do you want to sit with us? You look kinda lost lololol”

I roll my eyes. “Who’s us?”

“Me and Yoosung! Do you see that blonde guy over there? That’s him. OH also I’m seven lololol”

“Okay tomato boy” I was walking towards a blond guy he didn’t see me coming so when I sat down he looked shook

“Uh sorry is this your table? We’ll sit somewhere else sorry!!” He looked panicked.

“Tomato boy told me to sit with you, you’re Yoosung right? I’m Sophie, I’m new so I don’t think we’ve met before sorry if I scared you” He looked like a lost puppy so let’s be nice to him.

“Oh I’m so sorry you don’t look scary at all! Believe me there are guys at this school who are terrifying as hell… Speaking of the devil here comes one of them!”

As soon as Yoosung said that the whole cafeteria went quiet and Yoosung hid his face in his hoodie. I looked behind me and I saw a big guy with hair longer than mine, red eyes and he had a fierce look on his face. He was wearing a black leather jacket and it kinda reminded me of those gangs I’ve seen on tv. He didn’t look impressed, until our eyes met. Something in his eyes changed it was as if he was surprised, probably because he didn’t know me. I wanted to stop looking at him but for some reason I couldn’t. It felt like I was getting sucked in those bright red eyes. After what felt like 10 minutes he stopped looking at me and he sat next to that edgy pink haired guy who gave me death glares earlier. Of course everyone started whispering again I sighed, what just happened?

I look at Seven he saw the whole thing happen, “who was that?”

“ I don’t know his real name but everyone calls him Zen, he’s trouble if I was you I wouldn’t try talking to him, that’s what I do” Sevens eyes were dark it gave me chills.

“ If you don’t talk to him how do you know he’s trouble? I didn’t take you as someone who listens to rumors”

“ He’s my brothers best friend, he’s the reason why my brother turned into what he is now. Everything Zen touches gets ruined and once he’s done with it he dumbs it as if it’s trash. If you don’t want to get your feelings hurt I suggest you stay the fuck away from him”

Seven sounded angry I assumed it was the best to not ask about his brother anymore. Meanwhile Yoosung was eating he looked very uncomfortable, maybe I can talk with him and find out some more information about that Zen guy.

Maybe this school isn’t so boring after all.
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Sooo here it is the fanfic some of you have been waiting for!
Please let me know what you think I personally think it’s very cliche haha
Also what do you think of Sophie ? She’s my own OC and I kinda like her since I relate to her so much
Anyway I hope I didn’t disappoint you and I hope you’ll look forward to part 2 :) - Tess

anonymous asked:

re: irojiro and the guy in kr606: i LOVE them, that's probably my favorite jgv because of their chemistry! it would be pretty great if they were dating, but i never saw anything really confirming that... i did see people saying irojiro and the guy you tag as "K" were a thing once? they had a pretty good video too

omg yes kr606 is the definition of sexual passion,, I can’t for the life of me ever get over those two during the whole scene. they gotta have had a little something somethin going on, the vid’s just downright exceptional

mmh I suddenly saw people calling him Kan so I kinda just roll with it and tag him as “K” rn
you’re saying something though, cause I definitely dig that vid a lot, like it’s bomb 👌 their chemistry is grade a,, but I do think it was more of a lucky combo than anything else, like Kan is generally a really pleasing partner, you know he be loving his job, and you won’t see him half-assing his scenes.. and then,, pair him together with the irojiro dude and you quickly get that 💯 quality💯 
now, of course there might be more to it than that, cus,, then you got the intimate eye contact throughout the entire video,, like the fuck,, and it makes you wonder if it’s more than just a conspiracy theory lol jk

but I honestly haven’t seen any actual confirmation on those two so for me it’s basically  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Bleeding Hearts Ashton Irwin Vampire AU: I

SUMMARY: They said that mates were only legends until he met her.

Vampire!5SOS

Mate!Ashton 

MASTERLIST

“Where is he? He’s always late to these things,” Lord Hemmings blew a puff of air from his nose and glanced at his diamond studded Rolex.

The watch was new, a gift from Lord Styles of the Black Moon Kingdom. He had given him an exquisite new pair of Italian leather boots in return. The constant flow of tribute and gifts of the Lords was one of the ways that they showed their allegiance as allies. Even if the Black Moon Kingdom and the Bleeding Hearts Kingdom weren’t the closest, their trade routes guaranteeing movement of blood and goods across the Atlantic was important to the war effort. But all of the European blood they could ship over would be useless if King Irwin didn’t get his pale ass into the strategy meeting.

“He’s the King he can do whatever he wants,” Lord Clifford, who was sitting on the opposite side of the polished mahogany table reminded him.

Luke sighed and traced some of the lines in the wood with his finger decorated in bands studded with Sapphires and Rubies. Extreme wealth was one of the perks of being one of only four people in Bleeding Heart to evolve. When the plague started ravaging the human population people thought that it meant extinction. Until The Evolution. Nobody’s sure exactly what happened but a select few, less than one hundred humans, almost all male, became more, or in some opinions, less than human. They were true vampires. Gifted with black magic fueled by an insatiable hunger for blood.

“Maybe he finally met his mate,” Lord Hood snickered at his own joke. Mates were nothing but legends. Most females died in the plague anyway, they only made up about twenty five percent of the population which was a real problem. Women weren’t to be made into blood slaves, they were protected in communes and then married off to either their vampiric mates, which was yet to happen, or high-ranking human officials.

Men didn’t fare much better. When the vampires banded together and instated their own Feudal Kingdoms all over the globe all men were automatically required to labor for their king indefinitely. This either meant manual labor, like farming food for their own species; being a blood slave, which could be rather cushy as no royalty would want anything but the best of the best; or some management position in the new monarchy. Humans couldn’t be Kings or Lords but they could work for them and do very well for themselves.

“Or maybe he just made a stop in the dungeons on the way up. He’s been trying to get Gaskarth to break for weeks now,” Lord Clifford rolled his eyes in annoyance. He had always particularly hated Alex, even more than Luke and Luke despised the founder of the resistance. He was a real stake to the ass, always trying to start uprisings and create dissent.

“I don’t know what else he can do to the guy,” Calum shrugged, looking rather satisfied with the amount of torture he had inflicted. “The key is to make the mental agony as bad as the physical, you gotta break their moral,” he conjured up a shadow staff and broke it right in front of them, sending black tendrils of billowing magic out into the air before the whole thing dissolved.

“I’ve got my best men looking for his fiancée, it’s all a matter of time. Guys like him always break when they see their lovers in pain,” Luke waved his hand, brushing away the matter like it was a done deal. Really they had been looking for the girl for months now to no avail but there was a very limited area where she could be and they were closing in.

“Isn’t that what you said two weeks ago?” Lord Clifford raised an eyebrow but quickly dropped the matter, “I have the best men of my district on it too, I have faith that they’ll find her and we’ll squish the stinking humans for good.”

“Amen to that,” Lord Hood nodded in agreement.

The conversation fell into a natural lull after that as the Lords waited for their King to make his appearance to discuss the matter of The Resistance and various other governmental issues.

When Luke’s Rolex showed that the meeting was already thirty seven minutes delayed, the echoing of loud footsteps began to filter into the room. The three Lords stood up out of respect and all watched as the door flew open. There stood King Irwin. He was wearing his usual all black suit and black boots. He had never been one for dress shoes. His face was freshly shaven and his skin was radiating dark energy, his red eyes decorated decorated with flecks gold scanned the room, probably to make sure that all three of his Lords were waiting. When he saw that everything was to his satisfaction he straightened the black crown that stood on his head of curls and nodded for them to sit down.

“Your Majesty,” they all mumbled their greetings as they sat back down.

King Irwin took a seat at the head of the table, his chair was far more ornate than those of the Lords, but he was the king and it was his castle not theirs.

“Gentleman,” he hummed in his deep melodic voice. His tone had a kind of dreamy quality that pulled it’s listener in and left them hanging on every word he said. You couldn’t not listen to him even if you wanted to. Luke figured that was part of his gift after the Evolution. None of them had come out exactly the same. “We have some very important matters to discuss,” King Irwin continued, of course getting Luke’s attention right back.

“Yes my King,” they all agreed.

King Irwin leaned back against the velvet cushion of the throne, “I know where he’s hiding her.”

Luke looked over at Lord Clifford in surprise, making eye contact with the equally baffled vampire.

Lord Hood, once called Calum, was the first to speak, “this is great news! Where is she?”

King Irwin, a man named Ashton in a past life, replied with a definite smirk against his otherwise indifferent expression, “in one of the communes in Lord Clifford’s district if I’m correct.”

Now not only was Luke looking at Lord Clifford, so were Calum and Ashton. The Lord frowned, “my apologies my King, I would’ve thought my hunters would have located her in a commune by now.”

“No need to apologize Michael, her scent was disguised by a White Wicca,” Ashton easily used Michael’s first name. He was the only one who could get away with it anymore, unless Calum and Luke were wasted which didn’t happen very often but when it did their sophistication left along with their sobriety. Michael looked rather relieved at this and slunk back into his chair. “However it’s imperative that we get the information from that mangy resistance buffoon as soon as possible so the four of us will be leaving as soon as possible for the Dark Rain district so we can get her today,” Ashton said pointedly.

All three of the Lords nodded in agreement. The communes were vast and finding a single woman in one of them who was being hidden by a Wicca would be supremely difficult. Luckily Luke’s gift was The Sight Beyond. He could see and occasionally manipulate auras. No Wicca could do that, only the most powerful could read them.

Michael was probably going because he knew the terrain the best and Calum was excellent at physical magic. All in all they were pretty much the vampiric equivalent of the Dream Team.

“We leave in an hour,” Ashton announced, “until then let’s talk bread distribution.”

The conversation on food distribution within the Kingdom was important but incredibly dull. Luke was glad when it was over. He was all for feeding the humans but it would be so much simpler if they didn’t insist on continually blowing up the roads in protest. It only led to issues with making sure food is available to all and in turn made things worse for the resistance. They were strange that way.

Exactly an hour later the discussion concluded with an agreement to armor the delivery trucks and place more armed guards along the roads to ensure less tampering. Another tedious measure that had to be taken to protect the humans from themselves. Stupid creatures. When it was over Ashton was the first to stand, the Lords doing that same quickly after. From there he led them down out the front gates of the castle into the gardens.

They assembled in front of the red roses where they always did. It was impossible to shadow walk inside so it had to be done in the outdoors. Ashton nodded at them and in an instant they were all standing on the wooden porch of the largest of Dark Rain’s communes. Here thousands of women lived and worked protected from the rest of society. Really only young ones were there, which meant that Gaskgarth’s fiancée couldn’t be all that old. The marriage age had plummeted to mid to late teens in the time since the plague. Now women served a specific purpose in society.

The human Luke would’ve been disgusted at their treatment but the vampire one didn’t really care all that much. He was undead and these beings were below him anyway.

Ashton looked at Luke, “you’re going to be the only one able to spot her.”

Luke nodded in understanding. She’d probably have a red aura, they were always the most defiant. It would be large and billowing off of her powerfully as she doubtlessly had a large, overbearing personality. Maybe he’d see Alex’s face dancing across it’s surface, or maybe it would hum in the melody of his voice. She shouldn’t be too hard to spot even without using scent.

Ashton turned on his heel and walked straight into the main office of the commune. Obviously nobody bothered them, the women there all parted to make way. Luke scanned the crowed as they went.  None of them caught his eye as a real possibility. There were only a few red auras, one was too faded like her spirit was crushed, another wasn’t bright enough for a resistance leader, and the other showed no signs of love.

Ashton continued to walk through the twisting corridors, often looking back at Luke to see if he had spotted anything. It was all negative.

Then Ashton strode into the Recreation Hall. That’s where the women were allowed to entertain themselves with basic gym equipment, some old games and a TV that only played approved news stations. The kind that were filtered through to remove any mention of the Resistance.

Luke’s gaze immediately zeroed in on one woman in the corner. Her aura was a blindingly bright red. It looked like a star, forcing Luke to squint his eyes nearly shut. There was no doubt in his mind that it was her they were looking for. But when he turned to get Ashton’s attention the King was nowhere to be found. He swiveled around the room until he saw Ashton’s golden aura covering a much smaller Violet one. How strange, Violet auras were expressly rare, they indicated mystery, the aura that told nothing at all. Violet was notoriously hard to read and all but impossible to do anything with. They were slippery and flowed through touch like sand. Luke used to be Violet, but now he had the golden aura of a vampire.

It wasn’t until he let his vision return to normal did he realize just how serious the situation was. Ashton wasn’t just close to the girl with the Violet aura, he had her pinned against the wall with his face in her neck. That was a rather intimate position for a vampire, it was usually a place for feeding but if he was draining her, her aura wouldn’t have been as bright and he’d be done already. Ashton had a massive appetite and the girl looked small. The only other reason that Ashton would be that close to a human girl’s neck would be to take in her scent, but that would only happen if…

“Oh. My. God.” Luke covered his mouth with one of his hands.

Michael heard him and looked over, “looks like we found our Queen.”

Ashton had found his other half. The King had found his Queen. The first vampiric mate was located. This was a game changer. If the mate legend was true then it was a good sign that the benefits of having one were true as well. If all went like they were supposed to Ashton would change her over and the Kingdom would prosper. Queens were supposed to bring fertility to the ground, to the sky, and to the women. Crop yields would go up, rainfall would increase, and the birthrate would swell. This was truly better than getting the woman glowing red.

The three Lords waited at a respectful distance for Ashton to calm enough to put the girl down. It would likely take a few minutes given how possessive vampires could be. They did not like to share. Eventually he did, she was gently placed down on the ground, now completely hidden from view behind Ashton’s hulking frame.

He slowly moved away, or more accurately around. Ashton rotated around her so he was behind her back instead of her front. This opened her up to viewing from the Lords. She had Y/C/E and pretty Y/C/H. His mate was small and frail looking, clutching the fabric of her white uniform skirt, meant to show the girls purity. She was also shaking lightly, likely from shock, and maybe fear. Human and vampire conflict almost always lead to death, most humans prayed that they’d never have to see one of the pale faces or shiny fangs of the ruling class. Luke couldn’t begin to imagine the terror running through the girl’s mind. She couldn’t have been more than eighteen, and she was a foot shorter than any of the royalty.

Ashton didn’t seem to like how upset she was but waited to introduce her as per custom before hiding her away, “My faithful Lords, it is my pleasure to introduce you to your Queen, Y/N.”

“LONG LIVE THE QUEEN!” The Lords replied.

With the formalities out of the way Ashton protectively tucked his mate into his side so she was less visible. Luke politely looked away, and then immediately realized that he hadn’t yet secured the red auraed woman. But when he turned around she was gone.

Ashton wasn’t going to be happy.

The way we end

oh my. It’s been a while since I wrote omelia story. So here it is :) Hope you will like it. Comments, reblogs and likes are very welcome ;)

@jordan202 my hero, thank you for edit and advice

*Hailey- for those who didn’t watch Private Practice, she was a friend of Amelia. They both were on a rehab together.


Amelia and Meredith were walking to the on call room, they both were so tired after their 48 hours shifts. When both doctors were walking near the ER, they saw Owen, sitting on the chair and looking into charts. Amelia looked at him for a moment, his face was sad and she could tell every muscle of his body was tense. Meredith gave her a quick look and after a moment of silent she finally spoke.

“Do you love him?”

“Who?” Amelia asked, distracted.

“Your husband, Owen.”

“Yes. Of course.”

“So why do you torture him? He needs you and you need him, I know it’s none of my business, but no matter what happened between you two, you can solve this, but you need to start expressing your feelings.”

“When did you become such an angel of marriage?” Amelia asked.

“Since I’m in love. Well, I fell in love for the first time since Derek…and I need to say that feeling changes everything.”

“Nathan?”

“Yes. Now you need to go back to the ER and I’ll have a mini date with my man.”

“But we are going to on call room.” Amelia shrugs.

“I’m going to the on call room, you are going to your husband.” Meredith pushed her gently toward the emergency room.

“Are you doing this only because you need to have a free room for sex?” Amelia asked suspiciously.

“Yes and no.” Mer answered, “I want you to be happy, really, you just need to talk to him.”

Meredith closed the door behind her, leaving Amelia outside. She knew that Meredith was right, but the most right thing wasn’t the easiest. Amelia turned back to the ER room where they both saw Owen. He was still there, trying to catch up with his charts. She quietly stepped up to the room, got a bit closer to him and after a second they both heard her voice filling the space.

“Do you have some time to talk?” Amelia started.

“Yeah.” he gave her a little smile

“I’m so sorry I ran away. I didn’t mean to hurt you, it’s just because…I’m scared.” she looked away.

“I know. I’m so sorry for pushing you. It was my fault.” he took a step towards his wife.

“You think…you think we can get over it?” she smiled.

“I think we already did.”

Owen put his hand in her hair, after second his lips were connected with hers in slow kiss. He put her body nearer his, they both missed each other’s warmth so much, they didn’t break the kiss even when the door opened wildly.

“Doctor Hunt!” the nurse shouted, “I’m so sorry, but we have a patient. Bed number 3.” she said, closing the door.

“I have a feeling, every time we touch or kiss they bring in some patient or interrupt us.” Owen said, kissing her forehead.

“I’ll wait for you. When do you finish your shift?”

“In about one hour and half.” he looked into her blue eyes, “maybe you should go home, I know you had a 48 hour shift.”

“No, I’ll be fine. Maybe I’ll go with you?”

“If you want to babe.”

“So let’s go.” she grabbed his hand in hers.

***

“26 year old woman, BP 100/60. We found drugs in her blouse, she probably took heroine. She was found on the street, we don’t know if she lost consciousness.” the nurse gave the report as soon as they came.

“What’s your name? Do you hear me?” Owen tried to communicate with the girl, “I’m doctor Hunt and this is doctor Shepherd. What did you take?”

“Fuck off!” the girl respond, kicking and throwing herself on the bed.

“Maybe I’ll try.” Amelia suggested.

“Hi! My name is Amelia. Do you know where you are?”

“Seattle.”

“Good. Did you hit your head?”

“No.”

“Great. I’ll light a flashlight into your eyes now, it won’t be nice, but I’ll try to make it quick. You need to turn to me.”

The girl turned back, her hair were sticky and dirty, her eyes were red and her hands were shaking probably from the overdose. She looked at Amelia with brown eyes hungry for more medications. Amelia knew that look, she was the same girl years ago, but she saw something else in that girl. Something familiar.

“Hailey?” she took a step back.

“Do you know her?” Owen asked confused.

“It’s Hailey…we were on a rehab together.”

“Amelia!” Hailey screamed, “you can bring me some drugs right?” she held Amelia’s sleeve.

“Hailey. What are you doing here? What’s with your rehab?”

“I screwed it! I love drugs more than my life. I want drugs!”

“I won’t give you anything. I can help you, I helped you before and I’ll do it now.” Amelia said calmly.

“Screw you and your help! You are nothing to me, I have lucky if you won’t kill me….like you did with Ryan!”

“Enough!” Amelia raised her voice, “you can say everything about me, but don’t you dare say anything about Ryan!”

“Amelia,” Owen took a step towards his wife, grabbing her by both arms, “leave please. I’ll take care of her.”

“Okay.” she said, leaving the room.

Amelia stood up behind the window, looking at how Owen tried to put Hailey into belts. She knew that her friend was on drugs, but her words hit her and she couldn’t stop thinking how her life was before Seattle. She tried not to think about how her life would look if she still used drugs and drank until she passed out. Amelia closed her eyes for a moment to erase those pictures from her head. When she opened them again she saw Owen looking at her, he was the main point in her life and because of her stubbornness and scare she could lose him. She gave him a tiny smile and went to the nursery station to wait until Owen handled her past.

***

They both meet outside the hospital, she needed some fresh air to get rid of all her thoughts. Owen took a step toward her and grabbed her hand, she opened her eyes and looked into his instead.

“Is she?”

“She will be fine. I called the psychologist to talk to her and she will later join the rehab group again.”

“I could be her…” Amelia started.

“No, you don’t”

“Yes. If I never met you, if my brother didn’t let me join his world…I could end like her. Without family or friends. I could be that lonely girl.”

“But you are not that girl anymore. You’re not Hailey and you are definitely not that “old” Amelia. You are my wife, the love of my life and I won’t let you talk about yourself that way.”

“I love you.” she said, hugging him.

“I love you too, but you need to stop running from me.”

“I will. You are the reason I survived Owen.” she smiled.

“Will you…” he started, “will you come home with me tonight?”

“Yes, if you want me to.”

“I wanted it since the day you left. I won’t survive without you Amelia. You are my light.”

Amelia turned to him, looking into his electric blue eyes, she took a step toward him and leaned onto his strong arms, kissed him slowly. Their tongues were reaching each other in the sweet dance. When they pulled apart, he hugged her even tighter, like his hug could protect her from all the pain. They were standing there for a moment before the both decided to go back home. Together.

***

They were lying on their bed after dinner prepared by Owen and the couple wanted to rest. Amelia’s head was lying on Owen’s chest, in her favorite place, where she could hear the beat of his heart. She hugged him tighter and after few minutes she finally spoke.

“I want to have a baby with you, but if our child will be sick or if we lose him or her, I won’t survive it again Owen. I don’t want to hurt again and I don’t want to make you feel that way too.”

Owen took a deep breath, caressing her hair with free hand. He kissed her forehead again and even if he was scared too, he did the most important thing for her.

“We’ll survive it together. You won’t be alone this time, I won’t let you to be alone. We don’t have to be parents immediately, we’ll wait until you are ready.”

“You don’t want a kid anymore?”

“I want it like nothing in this world Amelia, the thing is, I lived without you and if I need to chose over you without baby and baby without you, I chose the first option.”

She looked at him, she was so happy that couldn’t say a word, but he knew that she loved him. They both lay on the bed, their bed when at once both of them became tired. For a first time in a long time, they were sleeping together, in one bed, for a first time they were each other saviors.

Ficlet: Kit-Kats

Day 28 of the VLD Drabble Challenge - Roommate AU

Ship: Keith & Pidge (BOTP)

A/N: I have wanted to write Keith and Pidge as best friends/surrogate siblings for quite sometime. Making them grieving roommates at the garrison just seemed so natural. 


“Roommate” was a bit of a stretch when discussing the elusive Keith Kogane. Ever since Pidge joined the garrison mid-semester, she barely saw her bunkmate. He dragged himself into the room late, left early, and hid underneath his blanket the other times he happened to be in their shared space. The light of his tablet glowed in the makeshift tent, and Pidge guessed Keith just liked to keep to himself.

Good. She didn’t need him looking into what she was doing or looking too closely at her.

They existed, never talking, barely registering each other until she fell asleep while researching one night, drooling on her screen, glasses skewed. When she awoke, she started at her roommate’s intense glare.

Keith had emerged from his blanket tent, wearing a loose red T-shirt and pajama bottoms; his arms were crossed, face incensed.

“Why are you researching the Kerberos Mission? The garrison’s statement was pretty clear.”

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All My Idols Ch 6: A Princess, Her Princes, and Her Knights

I have never been so annoyed in my life, curled up in a ball on the floor facing the corner, like a child in time out as GD struggles into his ridiculously tight pants behind me. Unni insisted that I hide in the make shift dressing room that was built out of sheets that are tucked into the ceiling panels. She promised me I could come out when the show actually starts but since the boys don’t want me running around out there by myself, I’m left hiding. Even though they get their own waiting room they are required by the show to leave it open incase some of the younger groups have missions that require their help. Though none have had missions, many younger groups have stopped in just to greet them.

“I’m done,” GD says when he is finally dressed in his black leather pants and sequined jacket that is the same bright red as his newly dyed hair. Turning around I’m surprised to be faced to face with a squatting GD. I let out a little yelp in surprise making him laugh.

“Ya Jiyong! What are you doing to our Charlie?” Top grumbles from the other side of the curtain.

“Nothing, I just scared her,” GD continues to giggle as he strokes my head.  

“I have to go to the restroom,” I say as I peek out of the curtain with GD peeking out above me. Dae and Riri are getting their makeup done by some of the few makeup unnies who know about me, while Top and Youngbae are sitting on the couch right next the make shift changing room on their phones.

“I can show you,” One of the unnies says with a pretty smile. The guys nod and let me follow her out into the hall. Still dressed in my work clothes I don’t stand out that much from the dancers and idols other than for my darker skin and western features. After working through a labyrinth of halls we find the bathroom, she sends me in, “I’ll be out here when your done.”

I give her a smile and say, “Thank you,” Before heading inside. I’m only gone for a couple minutes at most but when I come back, she is gone. Glancing around nervously I wait by the bathroom door, hoping she just wandered off for a second but after a whole ten minutes I know I have to find my way back alone. But after taking only one turn I automatically regret my decision as I run into Bobby.

“You again,” Bobby says, but this time his words lack hostility, he even smiles at me.

“Hello to you too,” I say with a little bit of playfulness.

“Did you come here with the hyungs? We didn’t see you when we passed by a few minutes ago,” Jinhwan asks with a small smile, a smile I can’t help but return. I don’t know what it is about him, maybe it’s his soft features and small height, but I feel comfortable around him.

“Yea, I kind of got lost,” I say with a bit of embarrassment.

“We can show you the way,” He offers kindly.

I beam at him, “That would be amazing! Thank you!” A blush spreads across the older man’s faces, making him even cuter.

“No problem, it’s this way.” He leads me down the hall way with me following behind him, and the others tailing me.

“Sorry about earlier,” B.I walks faster to keep up with me.

“No worries, I’m happy you care about your hyungs,” I smile at him.

“Earlier, you said you were a fan, is that why you stopped by our practice?”

It’s my turn to blush at the fact that I have been caught, “You saw me?”

Junhoe answers this time, “Yea we have seen you every time but thought we should leave you alone until we saw you wander off into the direction of the studios.”

“Charlie-ssi?” The massive maknae asks from behind me; I glance over my shoulder at him, humming a yes. “Can we call you noona?” I automatically stop and spin around to face him, all the boys stop and take a step back; surprised my by actions and scared of my massive smile.

“Of course you can! I don’t have any dongseangs.” This boy also blushes under my attention.  

“Does mean I can too?” Junhoe and Bobby say together with hopeful grins.

“Yes! Since I’m older than all of you except for Jinhwan oppa,” I give the oldest my mega watt smile.

“Yo! Bobby!” A familiar deep voice calls from down the hall. We all turn to see Rap monster from BTS standing at the end of the hall with Suga right behind him.

“Hey Hyung,” Bobby yells back as he makes his way to his friend.

Oh my god! I scream inside my head as I try to keep my cool. I have never wanted to fan girl so much in my life. As much as I love my big bang oppas, BTS is definitely in my top three favorite groups along with them. But with big bang I have seen past their idol image to see the people they really are so the fan girl in my head is gone when I’m with them. BTS on the other hand are the idols I had posters of hanging in my room; they are still the idols I fantasized about.

The guys greet each other as I drift to stand behind Ikon, not wanting to loose my way back to my oppas but not wanting anymore unwanted attention. They talk for a few minutes, by that I mean Namjoon talks as Suga looks interested but tired. He must feel me staring because his eyes shift to me and I see something spark in them. Feeling uncomfortable with his intense gaze fixated on me I step behind Jinhwan who automatically notices Suga trying to see around him to me.

“Bobby,” Jinhwan calls, interrupting Bobby and Namjoon’s very active conversation. “You can continue, B.I and I are going to take Charlie back to the hyungs before they start to worry.” He grabs my hand and leads me past his group with B.I trailing behind me. Trust me, I already know they are going to be worried.

“Who is this?” Suga asks as we try and walk by, blocking our way. When no one responds he asks, “Charlie was it?”

“Yea, Charlie,” I say pronouncing it slowly so he can hear it properly.

“Sorry Yoongi hyung but we have to get her back before the show starts,” Jinhwan says ask pushes past the older boy, B.I follows with this head down.

“Fine,” Suga’s irritation is obvious as he glares at Jinhwan. “See you during the show Charlie,” He gives me a gummy smile that I have honestly fantasied about. As we turn the corner I want to scream in frustration and happiness as the rest of BTS comes barreling down the hall. I tuck myself behind Jinhwan as the boys stop to greet each other.

Am I ever getting back? Jinhwan gives them a little bow, giving them a small glimpse of me behind him, they all step back, surprised.

“Who is that?” Jin asks as he looks over Jinhwan to me, why are these damn boys so curious? Have they never seen a girl before?

“A friend,” B.I deadpans with a forced smile, “We have to go, so we will see you later.” He tries to push Jinhwan and I past them but the boys don’t move out of our way, in fact, they move closer to get a better look at me behind Jinhwan.

“What is your name?” A deep voice I recognize to be V.

“Why haven’t we seen you around before?” The smiley boy with orange hair asks.

“Why are you all so interested?” Jinhwan asks, obviously annoyed with not just their questions but also their presence in general.

“Yea,” B.I adds as he actually sniffs my hair, I stare at him with a face of both confusion and amusement. “Do you have some kind of idol attracting perfume on or something?”

“Why are you attracted to me?” I tease back, enjoying the deep blush that spreads across his face.

“Good to see you guys got far,” Junhoe laughs as he and the rest of the group we left behind joins us once again, including Suga and Rap monster.

“As much as I am enjoying meeting new people I really need to get back to my oppas,” I say to the crowd of attractive boys around me. They all look to me, their attention flooding me with nervousness and I find myself dragging both Jinhwan and B.I in front of me for protection.

“Cute,” A few of them coo at me like a child.

“Okay guys seriously, we are going to get in big trouble if we don’t bring her back soon so let us through,” Jinhwan says seriously, I silently thank him for stepping up.

“Where are you even taking her?” Rap monster asks.

“We need to take the princess back to her prince charmings.” Junhoe explains with a smile in my direction.

“Princess?” I scoff.

“It fits you well,” Bobby joins in.

“I want to be your prince!” V says jumping forward.

J-hope can’t help but jump in as well yelling, “No me!” All of the sudden all of the boys minus Jinhwan and B.I start shouting at me about how they want to be my prince. And if I wasn’t mentally drained for being up for basically 24 hours I would be enjoying this and even joining in on this little game but all I want right now is to find my oppas.

“Ya! Ya! Ya!” I almost shout to calm the large group of boys. “I have been up all night and most of today, I do not have enough energy to play with you guys today, but if you let these to lovely gentlemen take me away I promise to play with you guys next time.” All of the boys frown deeply, something that always seems to happen when I mention my sleeping habits to anyone. As idols I expect them to understand but from the looks of disapproval and guilt on their faces I see that that will not be happening.

“We’re sorry Noona,” Bobby says as he looks at me with guilty eyes, now understanding why I was upset earlier this afternoon.

“Yea, sorry Noona,” The rest of Ikon echoes.

“Noona?” Jimin says confused.

“Yea Noona,” Hanbin responds for me.

“July of 1994,” I explain shortly.

“Really?” The maknae line and leader of BTS exclaims.

I nod.

“Sorry Noona,” The four boys bow their heads.

“Thank you all,” I bow my head to them before letting Jinhwan lead me out of the pack, B.I still trailing behind me, but this time he has a grasp on my other hand. We weave through the halls, doing my best to keep my head down to avoid anyone else but I feel eyes roaming me and hear familiar voices I want to follow but maybe some other time. It takes a few minutes for us to reach Big Bang’s room that has a few security people walking out of it in the other direction. The boys release my hands before letting me lead the way to the door. Peeking in I call out, “Oppa?”

All five of my oppas are there, Daesung and GD are sitting on one of the couches, their faces buried in their hands. Top, Seungri and Youngbae are all pacing in different directions but they all stop and the others look up at the sound of my voice.

“Charlie!” They all yell and rush to me, fighting for who gets to hug me first. Top wins and holds me tight to his chest, kissing the top of my head multiple times before being forced to hand me over to Youngbae who does the same. I’m passed to each person ending with GD who doesn’t let me go, before they asks in unison, “Where have you been?” Their eyes shift to movement in the doorway, where my two knights in shining armor are standing awkwardly.

“What are you two doing with our Charlie?” Top snaps, earning a swat from me.

Jinhwan bows before saying, “Just returning the princess to her princes.” He gives me a small smile.

“And I thank you kind knight! I will cheer for you during your performance!” I give him and B.I another smile before signaling them to go, not wanting them to get in trouble for helping me.

“What was that?” GD asks me as he strokes my hair, his voice and actions are soft and sweet but I know he’s mad, they all are. They had been worried about me and it just looks like I was off messing around.

I snuggle closer to him, “I got lost and they help me find my way back.”

“What took so long? You have been gone for 45 minutes,” Top asks coming up beside us and placing his hand on my back. I turn my head to look at him as I yawn.

“When they would try to lead me away all these other boys kept popping up asking me all these questions and they kept staring and ugh!” I bury my face in GD’s chest, my mind completely spent. Top rubs my back soothingly.

“And the princess thing?” Seungri asks with a smile in his voice.

“Apparently I’m the princess, you are all my princes and Ikon are my knights.”

“I like it,” Youngbae says.

“Princess,” GD repeats.

“We have an hour and a half before the show starts so how about a nap, for everyone?” Top suggests. Without a word we all shuffle to find some place to sleep, Seungri gets the floor, Daesung ends up down there along with him. Youngbae, Top, and GD get the couches and I get to sleep on GD. He wraps his arms around me and wedges me in between himself and the back of the couch. Dae crawls over to the door to shut in and turns the light off while he’s over there, leaving us in a nice darkness. The only sound is coming from GD’s phone on the coffee table playing soft music.

Finally back in the comfort of my oppas I am completely at ease. We sleep for almost the whole time given to us, that is until Unni busts in, flipping the lights on.

“What the hell happened when you were gone?!”

anonymous asked:

Hey I just wanted to let you know that you're like a big role model for me ((not for life decisions but for like bein cute and shit)) so yeah thanks so much

Aw thank you! But yes, definitely do NOT follow my life decisions. Good call.

(If you could post this post instead of the one I sent before, please? It would be greatly appreciated)

He blocked me right after he sent that so I didn’t have a chance to say anything.

We were best-friends for over year and started drifting apart. I would say things started changing around November of 2016. I was betrayed. I was betrayed by the one person I ever fully trusted.

I wish I could tell everyone I’ve ever felt about this boy. I wish I could explain how much he impacted my life. I can’t find the right words right now. I’m just going to end it with this:

I love him. Yes, I still love him. I wish I could call him right now and tell him how much I still love him, but he’s happy with someone else now. He’s with her. I guess I just have to make my peace with that. I’m definitely going to write something one day, though. A story about us. Our history. Because we both were something very special and I think the world deserves to know about it.

Thank you, A. Thank you for the memories. I will keep them in my heart until the end. And if there’s something after that, I’ll keep them then.

Kala and Leeeeeex |Kru| working together

Before the sunrise by Kru and Me [soon on ao3]

Stiles knew that mermaids should lure people using their delicate voices, looking airy, speaking gently and be a sum of all the grace and appeal. He knew. He had read Bram Stoker, okay? And he was sure that mermaids shouldn’t be these hissing and frowning creatures. They shouldn’t have claws or fangs. And definitely… Yes, definitely, they SHOULDN’T be males!

So when he finds one on his way back home from the morning surfing session, just before the sunrise, it reminds him of that funny picture going around the internet, the clash of expectations and reality.
The only problem is that… This is his life and taking care of wounded, bleeding merman, calling himself Derek Hale, isn’t so funny.

HA! Leeeeeex is awesome, she likes my idea of this story and added so many into it already; and we will be working together on this! I’m really excited! soon more of merman!Derek in pictures and txts :D

anonymous asked:

thoughts on kenji kishimoto pls???

omg anon who are lets me friends omg im crying yes

  • kenji my son, my husband, my boyfriend who spits in my mouth
  • 100/10 would bang kenji kishimoto
  • if juliette didn’t exist i would pray every night for kenji and warner to bang
  • peoples reaction to the new books like: wARNETTE. While im like kenJI
  • more kenji 2k17
  • everyones not talking about this but they should like a line in the synopsis for restore me is “When tragedy hits, who will she become? Will she be able to control the power she wields and use it for good?”
  • Like nothing better happen to kenji. IF KENJI IS HARMED I SWEAR TO GO d
  • kenji protection squad
  • also did i mention that i would bang kenji because i definitely would
  • kenji can deck me and i’d cry and tell him do it more
  • I neED KENJIS BACKSTORY I NEED IT. ITS NOT A WANT ITS A NEED.
  • I love how sarcastic he is like yes my son yes
  • HE CALLED JULIETTE OUT ON HER SHIT AND I LOVED HIM FOR IT LIKE YES BABY YES BABY YES YES KENJI YES MY SON LIKE:

    All you do is sit around and think about your feelings. You’ve got problems. Boo-freaking-hoo,” he says. “Your parents hate you and it’s so hard but you have to wear gloves for the rest of your life because you kill people when you touch them. Who gives a shit?” He’s breathing hard enough for me to hear him. “As far as I can tell, you’ve got food in your mouth and clothes on your back and a place to pee in peace whenever you feel like it. Those aren’t problems. That’s called living like a king. And I’d really appreciate it if you’d grow the hell up and stop walking around like the world crapped on your only roll of toilet paper. Because it’s stupid,” he says, barely reining in his temper. “It’s stupid, and it’s ungrateful. You don’t have a clue what everyone else in the world is going through right now. You don’t have a clue, Juliette. And you don’t seem to give a damn, either.” I swallow, so hard. “Now I am trying,” he says, “to give you a chance to fix things. I keep giving you opportunities to do things differently. To see past the sad little girl you used to be—the sad little girl you keep clinging to—and stand up for yourself. Stop crying. Stop sitting in the dark counting out all your individual feelings about how sad and lonely you are. Wake up,” he says. “You’re not the only person in this world who doesn’t want to get out of bed in the morning. You’re not the only one with daddy issues and severely screwed-up DNA. You can be whoever the hell you want to be now.
    You’re not with your shitty parents anymore. You’re not in that shitty asylum, and you’re no longer stuck being Warner’s shitty little experiment. So make a choice,” he says. “Make a choice and stop wasting everyone’s time. Stop wasting your own time. Okay?”   
  • also his humOR:

“Who’s Bruce Lee?”
“Who’s Bruce Lee?” Kenji asks, horrified. “Oh my God. We can’t even be friends anymore.” 

“I am going to MURDER YOU—”
“No,” he says, pointing at me as he shifts backward again. “Bad Juliette. You don’t like to kill people, remember? You’re against that, remember? You like to talk about feelings and rainbows—” 

“Hey, um, I’m sorry to bother you, but I’m looking for a friend of mine,“ he says. “Have you seen her? She’s a tiny little thing, cries a lot, spends too much time with her feelings-”
“Shut up, Kenji!”
“Oh wait!” he says. “It is you.”

“So that’s it?” Kenji says. “You just like him for his personality, huh?”
“What?”
“All of this,” Kenji says, waving a hand in the air, “has nothing to do with him being all sexy and shit and him being able to touch you all the time?”
“You think Warner is sexy?”
“That is not what I said.”

“Can you, like, see invisible people, too?”
“No,” Warner says to him, eyes focused in front of him. “I can feel your presence. Hers, most of all.”
“Really?” Kenji says. “That’s some weird shit. What do I feel like? Peanut butter?”

“I’m not falling for Warner,“ I say quietly.
"Sure you aren’t.”
“I’m not,” I insist. “I’m just– I don’t know.” I sigh. “I don’t know what’s happening to me.”
“They’re called hormones.”
I shoot him a dirty look. "I’m serious.”
“Me too.” He cocks his head at me. “That’s like, biological and shit. Scientific. Maybe your lady bits are scientifically confused.”
“My lady bits?”
“Oh, I’m sorry” - Kenji pretends to look offended - “would you rather I use the proper anatomical terminology? Because you lady bits do not scare me-”

“You know, I can sort of control it now,“ I tell him, beaming. "I can moderate my strength levels.”
“Good for you. I’ll buy you a balloon the minute the world stops shitting on itself.”

Kenji clears his throat. "Hey–guys? Your loin passion is grossing out the little ones.”

“When are you putting me down?” he counters, no longer amused. “I mean, I’ve got an excellent view of your ass from here, but if you don’t mind me staring -”
I drop him without thinking.
“Goddammit, Juliette - what the hell -”

“I’m sure he is fine,“ Kenji is saying to me. "He probably just got hung up doing whatever it is he’s doing. You know, commandering and shit.”
“Commandering isn’t a word.”
“It has letters, doesn’t it? Sounds like a word to me.”

“I have a pretty spectacular face.”

“Back to work. And this time, focus. You’re not an ape. Don’t just throw your shit everywhere.”

“The man is moody as hell.”
“I am not moody—”
“Yeah, bro.” Kenji puts his utensils down. “You are moody. It’s always ‘Shut up, Kenji.’ ‘Go to sleep, Kenji.’ ‘No one wants to see you naked, Kenji.’ When I know for a fact that there are thousands of people who would love to see me naked—”

“Have you ever had a girlfriend, Kenji?”
“What?” He looks mortally offended. “Do I look like the kind of guy who’s never had a girlfriend? Have you even met me?”

“Please—please get up—and lower your voice—”
“Hell no.”
“Why not?” I’m pleading now.
“Because if I lower my voice, I won’t be able to hear myself speak. And that,” he says, “is my favorite part.”

“Okay, hold up,” he says, turning to block my path. “We both know there’s no way you haven’t noticed all of this” — he gestures to himself — “so if you’re trying to play games with me, I should let you know up front that it’s not going to work.”
“What?” I frown. “What are you talking abou—”
“You can’t play hard to get, kid.” He raises an eyebrow. “I can’t even touch you. Takes ‘hard to get’ to a whole new level, if you know what I mean.”
“Oh my God,” I mouth, eyes closed, shaking my head. “You are insane.”
He falls to his knees. “Insane for your sweet, sweet love!”

Kenji snorts.“That’s because you’re not fragile,” Kenji says. “If anything, everyone needs to protect themselves from you. You’re like a freaking beast,” he says. Then adds, “I mean, you know—like, a cute beast. A little beast that tears shit up and breaks the earth and sucks the life out of people.”

“You know, you have a really strange way of telling me you’re attracted to me.”

“Damn,” Kenji says after a moment. “Damn damn damn. This shit is bananas”

“Son of a motherless goat!”

“So, let me get this straight,” Winston says. “Our plan is basically seduce the soldiers and civilians of Sector 45 into fighting with us?”
Kenji crossed his arms. “Yeah, it sounds like we’re going to go all peacock and hope they find us attractive enough to mate with." 

Listen do I want hanzo to do me like a French painting? Yes. Do I want him in my team when we’re in competitive? Most definitely not. It’s called separating your personal life from your professional life

Glamour and Danger: 02

Here is chapter or part 2 of my Glamour and Danger Mafia Au Jin series. I hope you guys like it. (Gif is not mine)


Originally posted by jinesthetic


“Officer Jeon,” Jin greeted as he stepped inside the windowless room. He glanced around the interrogation room before taking a seat at the table in the middle of the room. His lawyer sits besides him.

Opposite was a young man who looked fresh out the academy. “It’s actually detective, Mr. Kim,” he corrected as he cleared his throat.

“My apologies, Detective Jeon,” Jin bowed slightly. A confident smirk was plastered on his face. “I’m assume you have some questions for me?”

The detective sighs as he pulled a document out of the folder in his hands. He laid them out in front of Jin, “Do you care to explain this?”

Jin picked up the document and glanced it over before handing it over to his lawyer. “Yes, it is an email I sent to one of my employees,” Jin answered. “It’s about the recent deal I made. I told my employee that I wanted it to happen at any costs.”

The detective nods his head. “I was told that the other party refused to give in. How did you ever get them to agree, definitely on a deal that mostly benefits you?” He leaned back in his seat as he eyed Jin suspiciously.

“I am a businessman. It’s what I do. My job requires that I be persuasive,” Jin answered. His hands are folded together in front of him on the desk.

“I have a witness.”

Jin’s eyebrows raised high at the news. “A witness?”

“Yes, he says that he was delivering a package to you office when he overheard a phone call. You were arguing with the other party and threatened to ruin their life if they didn’t agree.” The detective leaned forward as he tells the story.

“I’m sure you know how heated an argument can get. Just because I say something, doesn’t mean that I am going to act on it.” Jin’s answer sounded well rehearsed as he defended himself. “Many people say things that they don’t mean in the heat of an argument.”

“Did you know that one of the board member’s son was involved in car accident shortly after that phone call?”

“No, I didn’t know.” The smirk on his face said otherwise. “I hope he is alright.”

“Doctors say he will recover. Did you know that another board member’s vacation home was burned down. Thankfully his daughter had left her vacation early, otherwise she might have been…well you get the picture.”

“That’s terrible.” He face was poised, he’s voice was carefully laced with false concern.

“Shortly after their little spree of bad luck, they finally decide to take your deal. And then there bad luck just disappears?” Detective Jeon’s voice was filled with accusation as he glared at Jin, waiting for his resolve to break.

“Detective,” the lawyer finally spoke up. “Will all due respect, those are merely coincidences. There is nothing here that can hold my client guilty.” The smirk on Jin’s face grew as he watched Jeon shrink back into his seat with a huff. “If this is all you have to talk about, I ask that you let us leave. My client is a busy man and I’m sure you can find something better to do with taxpayer dollars.”


You let out a sigh of relief once you entered the office. Your tense body immediately relaxed as you moved behind your desk. You typical morning walk had seemed off and it felt as if someone was following you. But every time you glanced behind you, nothing had seemed out of the ordinary.

“Y/N.”

You jumped at the sound of your name. You hand clutched at your chest as you calm your breathing. “Oh my gosh, Namjoon, you scared me.” You looked at to see him giving you a sheepish smile.

“Sorry,” he apologized. “I just wanted to ask if you were okay, you seemed out of it,” he explained. He leaned against your desk.

“Oh,” you responded. “Yeah, I’m fine. How are you though? What happened back there at the club?” you asked.

Namjoon grimaced at your question. “Ah, it was nothing Y/N.” He waved off your worry. “Just forget it ever happened.”

You pout at him. “But-”

“Really, it’s probably best that you forget about it all.” He interrupted, his eyes were hard as the stared at you. His jaw clenched and he looked kind of scary.

You gulped as you nodded your head. “Okay, but answer just one question,” you agreed. He sighed before agreeing along with you. “Who is Jin exactly?”

“Y/N,” he sighed again.

“It’s just that he gave off weird vibes at the club and then I saw him on the news this morning. I mean, you can’t blame me for being curious,” you explained in a rush voice, worried that he might cut you off again. “Please?”

He sighed once again. “Jin is a businessman, an entrepreneur type.” Namjoon shrugged. “There really isn’t a lot for me to say, I don’t know that much about him.” He glanced down at his watch. “Are you going to the meeting today?”

“I’m a secretary,” you answered.

“So?”

“Did you bump your head or something,” you chuckled. “Secretaries don’t go to the meetings with the big guys.” You shook your head. “I just sit here and answer phones and file paperwork.”

“Didn’t you hear?” Namjoon asked.

“What?” You head tilted slightly to the side.

“There’s a new boss.” Namjoon answered. “And he wants everybody at this meeting.”

“What? So the company did get sold?” You questioned as your eyes widened. “Who’s our boss?”

“Me!” he proclaimed confidently.

You laughed. “No. Really? Who is it?” You questioned again.

He whined. “It really is me. The buyer apparently isn’t very hands on when running the company so he appointed me to do it for him,” he explained.

“Really?”

“Yes, really. Now let’s get to the meeting before we are late,” he grabbed onto your arm and begins to walk into the big conference room. “I think you might need a promotion,” he joked.


You had just finished making copies at the machine behind your desk. When you turned back around to place the copies on your desk so that your coworker can come by to pick up the stack later, you weren’t expecting to see the bouncer, V, from the club standing on the other side of your desk. Your eyes widen as you hesitantly took a step back only to bump into the copy machine.

“Kitten!” he greeted you with a playful smile on his face. “How’s your work going?” he asked as he places a vase of flowers on your desk.

“It’s going fine,” you stuttered out.

“Boss said that I should apologize for being rude to you last night,” he answered your unasked question. “That fucker even made me buy flowers. I swear this be a gentleman thing gets on my nerves sometime,” he continued on. “So yeah, say you’ll forgive me so he’ll get off my back?”

“Okay,” you answered.

“Thanks kitten! You’re great.” The smile on his face double in size. “Kitten can you do me a favor and point me towards Namjoon’s office? I have to talk to him.”

“Uh yeah,” You point over towards the elevator, “top floor, end of the hall.” You explained.

“Ooh candy,” he looked down at the bowl of lollipops that you have set on your desk for guests. “Kitten, can I have some?” He doesn’t even wait for an answer this time as he grabs a handful and shoves it into the pocket of his jacket. “Thanks again, Kitten!” He smiled at you one more time before heading towards the elevator.


You stretched your arms out as you stood from your desk. It was time to finally clock out. You gathered your things and shut off your computer. As you exited out the building, you were surprised to see Jin.

He stood against a sleek black car. His arms were crossed and he had sunglasses on, even though the sun was setting. When he noticed you coming out of the building, he immediately stood straight and walked towards you.

“Hello Y/N, how was your day?” he asked as he comes to a halt in front of you.

“It was okay, Jin.” You were looking down at his shoes, avoiding his gaze. “I have to head home now.” You stepped to the side of him, only to have him follow and block your path.

“Have you had dinner yet?” he asked.

“Jin, you literally just saw me walk out of work. Do you think I’ve had dinner?” you questioned back sarcastically. You finally looked up at him with narrowed eyes.

He chuckled at your response. “Have dinner with me?”

“No, thank you.” You stepped around him but he grabbed your hand to stop you.

“Please. Just one dinner.”

You rolled your eyes. “I have to head home.”

“Then let me give you a ride so you don’t have to walk,” he escorted you towards his car. He opened the door and looked at your expectantly.

You sighed before entering the car. What harm could one ride do?

He smiled triumphantly as he closed the door and hurried over to the driver side. “Did V visit you today?” He asked as he pulled away from the car.

“Yes.”

“Did he apologize?”

“Yes.”

“With flowers?”

“Yes.” You huffed in annoyance.

“Good.”


“We have a snitch,” Jin announced as he slammed his fists onto the desk in front of him. Everyone else in the room flinched at the loud sound it made. “Someone went to the police. Yes V?”

V immediately dropped the hand he had raised to get his attention. “Do we know who it is?” He asked, the stick of a lollipop hanging out of his mouth.

“If I knew who it was, they would be have already been dealt with,” Jin responded.

“Did you ask the kid?” Jin looked over to see the owner of the question slouched in his seat. Jin eyes narrowed at him and he quickly fixed his posture.

“Of course I asked, Suga. And no, the kid doesn’t know who tipped them off,” Jin answered.

Suga scoffed, “typical.”

“I have gathered you guys for this meeting, because at the moment you are the only ones who I trust.” Jin paced back and forth behind his desk. “Find out who the snitch is and handle it,” he commanded. He is answered by a chorus of agreement as the group began to leave the meeting. “J Hope, wait a second.”

The male stopped and looked over at Jin. “Yes, boss?” he asked.

“You didn’t have any trouble with your assignment this morning, did you?” Jin asked.

J Hope chuckled, “She’s an interesting one. I almost thought she caught me for a moment. But it went by smoothly. Do you want me tag her tomorrow as well?”

“Yes. Do so.” Jin dismissed him with a wave of a hand. He sighed heavily as he took a seat behind his desk. He pulls out a flask from the drawer of the desk and takes a swig.


“Thanks for coming over, Jimin,” You greeted as you invited him inside of your apartment.

“It’s no problem, Y/N,” he answered as he stepped inside. He hung his coat on a hook by your door and took his shoes off. “Am I to assume that this isn’t work related?”

Jimin worked as a journalist. He’s who you usually contacted when working on a press release or setting up an interview for the company. “No, actually I was wondering if you could give me information on someone.”

Jimin took a seat on your couch and you followed after. “Sure Y/N. I know everything about everyone. Who are you interested in?” He asked. He helps himself to the wine you had set on the coffee table.

“Kim Seokjin.”

He choked on his drink. He placed his drink back down on the table. “Why are you looking into him?” Jimin asked, his voice slightly raised higher in pitch.

“I just am. What can you tell me about him?”

He nervously bit down on his bottom lip. “Mr. Kim Seokjin is a self made millionaire. He’s a businessman. He likes investing into things-”

“Yeah, I know that. But who is he really. Come on, you must know something.” You pleaded with him. “I just want to know - look, can you tell me anything or not?”

“What exactly are you looking for?”

“It’s just - he seems - on the news this morning it said that he is a part of BTS mafia,” Your words stumbled out of your mouth clumsily. “Is it true? Who are they?”

Jimin’s eyebrows raised up towards the ceiling. He was hesitant to answer and when he does, his words came out as a stutter. “I can’t really answer that.” He glanced down at his watch and stood up. “I should head out. Sorry I couldn’t be much help,” he apologized as he raced towards the door. He ignored your protests and the door slammed behind him.

You heaved a heavy sigh as you leaned back on your couch. “Well that plan was a bust.”