your own car

I’ve been thinking a lot about how old I am in technology years lately so here’s a bit of reminiscing for you kids in the form of stuff you’ll thankfully never know the pain of

  • having to rewind cassette tapes. you want to hear your favourite song again? no just clicking <<. nope, you gotta manually rewind that shit and keep hitting play to see if you’re at the beginning again.
  • like listening to your own music in the car? back in my day we had to bring a bag full of CDs and swap them out in our portable CD players. if the car went over a bump, the CD would jump in the player and the music would skip. eventually the CDs would get wrecked. I killed so many CDs thanks to all the moving around I did as a kid.
  • stifling the dialup tone when your parents were in bed. want to sneak online? good luck. I had the modem squeezed between my legs, with two pillows pressed on top of it, and still. crrrrrRRRSSSHHHHHHHHHHH
  • fucking. homepage wars. hacking was a lot easier back in the day thanks to no one knowing shit about security and nerds like my generation quickly learning more than the web developers did. this resulted in carnage if you owned your own webpage. it was commonplace for different groups to have wars and constantly hack each other’s pages and deface them. you could trust no one. you leave for five seconds and suddenly your state of the art homepage and all its lit wordart graphics has been replaced with a plain text message insinuating something about your mother.
  • an entire room in your house was dedicated to the computer. it was called the computer room. it was filled with wires you were constantly tripping over, and thanks to the fact you were on a desktop, there was no battery life. you better get used to tripping over your power cord or rolling back in your chair and ripping it out of the wall, therefore instantly shutting off your computer, because it’s going to happen multiple times a week my guy.
  • “get off the internet, I need to use the phone” “how long will you be?” “only a couple of minutes” *two hours later*
  • I’m pretty sure it was messenger that had this, but basically if someone ignored your message for too long you could send them graphics that would hijack their entire browser and pop up on the screen. they were huge and would sometimes make the screen shake and I heard rumours that some of them could even make noise.
  • this is one that’s near and dear to me because I spent like 60% of my childhood in a car but handheld game consoles didn’t have built in lights. I remember playing Pokemon on my big purple GameBoy as it got dark, holding the screen closer and closer to my face, and eventually having to resort to quickly jamming the buttons when we passed under a streetlight. I remember when the GameBoy Advance SP came out with a built in back light and I lost my fucking mind.
  • *is two seconds away from finally downloading a picture online that’s been downloading for 15 minutes* *someone picks up the phone downstairs* *internet disconnects* *download fails* *why must you hurt me in this way*
  • writing everything you wanted to say online in the raw html code because it didn’t do it automatically. fine if you just wanted to make things bold or underlined, a lot more annoying when you wanted to add an image or bullet points or something. no such thing as a quick rant.

this is really long already so I’ll stop here but long story short it was a dark time and you all should grab every technological advancement you can with both hands and never let them go. for the sake of my childhood self, nose-to-screen with a GameBoy. do not let them go.

#Fill The Train 2

A month ago, I made this post, urging the fanart community at large to watch and make art of Infinity Train, and post it under the tag #Fill The Train in order to make the tag a lot less empty. I would reblog and promote each artist who participated, and gather all of the art in one big post.

It was a resounding success, with many artists creating great pieces and turning the tag lively.

But now the tag is getting quiet again, so it’s time to revitalize it once more.

Please, if you haven’t already, watch the Infinity Train pilot. It’s only 8.5 minutes of your time, and it’s really good.

Now, this Fill The Train is the same as the last one. Post original art to the #Infinity Train and #Fill The Train tags and I will reblog them and compile them into a big post.

However, this time there’s an optional theme.

While drawings of Tulip, One-One and Corginia are great, I’d really like to see your original content. Got an original character that would fit to the Infinity Train universe? A new species or robot? You want to design your own train car with its own puzzles and environment? Go for it.

You have until April 6th to submit your art to the tag. Afterwards I will compile another promo post for all of the artists.

Thank you for helping me bring attention to a great show, and good luck.

primtheamazing  asked:

Iiiii just had a thought!! What if in the episode where Chuck gets all weird bc boosters he just fucking jumps Mike without hesitation bc haha consequences don't exist!!! Mike is super taken off guard and bewildered, but he's also got an assumed-unrequited crush on Chuck, so. Also, aftermath after the boosters come out and Chuck gets his fear reaction back aaah

Well on the one hand (and I feel like this has been drawn ten thousand times before but I had to I’m sorry)

But honestly even more importantly, emotional drama aside, just…………..

CUTE???!?!?!

moral aligments behind the wheel
  • lawful good: Follow the traffic rules to a tee so everyone can get home safe.
  • neutral good: The rules are there to avoid crashes. Everything's fine as long as nobody's getting hurt.
  • chaotic good: Drives off road trying to dodge a squirrel.
  • lawful neutral: Follow the traffic rules becasue it's the fucking law.
  • true neutral: Avoids crashes because why the hell would you wreck your own car?
  • chaotic neutral: What do you mean I can't use an open draw bridge as a ramp fucking watch me
  • lawful evil: Causes a crash because of a traffic rule technicality out of spite.
  • neutral evil: The rules only apply in my favour.
  • chaotic evil: Fuck everyone on this road who isn't me.

When you’re young, you think everything you do is disposable. You move from now to now, crumpling time up in your hands, tossing it away. You’re your own speeding car. You think you can get rid of things, and people too—leave them behind. You don’t yet know about the habit they have, of coming back.

Time in dreams is frozen. You can never get away from where you’ve been.

—  Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin

I’m not a financial advisor but please open a savings account and put money in your savings account if you can. I know what it’s like to grow up with parents who have 0 experience with financial advice. my parents grew up with no money and their parents did too. and even though they became middle class and then wealthy in adulthood, they didn’t have knowledge about building credit or savings to pass on to me, and the knowledge that they did have they didn’t share with me. I literally opened a savings account because someone on the internet told me to. No one in my family advised me about that, and that is awful. So I’m passing it laterally and down to you all, my friends and babies.

Please open a savings account with your bank and put money in it. If you work in the mall or at a Starbucks or a little shop, you can still treat yourself and save if you usually Just treat yourself. If you want an apartment you “need” credit, but don’t get a credit card too young especially if you can’t pay it off. Get financial advising! There is information online. But I have spoken to some of my 20+ year old friends who have no savings accounts but plan on moving to NYC or LA or Miami and getting their dreams and it’s like…? On whom’s dime henny?????! The only reason I’m happy about moving to ny is because of how much I have saved.

I have enough saved / earned this month to pay almost a year of rent and utilities and groceries which is why I’m not that stressed…. you all can save More than me if you are strategic. The entire time I’ve been in university I should’ve been saving effectively, I would feel so much better. I love you all and I love the idea of you treating yourselves all the time. but if you wanna have your own apartment or your own car or whatever and you don’t have your parents to lean on, you need a savings account so you can’t touch your money.

Try and be proactive about your future and realize that that’s the point of parents, they’re supposed to have experience and advice to share with you so you don’t fuck your life up or experience the stress and pain that they have

Drive-In : Jughead Jones x Reader

Originally posted by roadtoriverdale

“Jughead? Your name is actually ‘Jughead’?” You question, setting down your backpack on the floor of Pop’s. Betty joined your on your side of the booth, scooting in little by little.

“As a matter of fact, yes. It is. Now, who are you again?” Jughead asks, hardly looking up from his laptop for more than a second. 

“Jug, this is (Y/N). (Y/N) is new to Riverdale and I thought that I’d give a little tour starting with our favorite place, Pop’s.” Betty says with a dazzling smile, a subtle signal to Jughead to be nice to their new guest.

Riverdale was going to be an interesting chapter in your life. You’ve just moved into town with your family as everyone needed a fresh start. Inheriting a beautiful house from an unknown family member seemed like the start your family needed. You had met Betty through school and she had offered to introduce you to her friends. 

“Nice to meet you, (Y/N).” Jughead finished writing whatever he was working on and shut his laptop. He held out his hand across the table. “Jughead Jones. Writer and projection booth operator at the Twilight Drive-In theater.”

“I love drive-in movies! I used to go with my friend, Oliver, all the time back home. My favorite one that I saw was probably ‘Rebel Without a Cause’ with James Dean and Natalie Wood. I love classic movies,” you mention while shaking his hand. 

As soon as you say that, Jughead’s eyes go wide and he drops your hand.

“We’re showing ‘Rebel Without a Cause’ tomorrow at the drive-in,” Jughead blurts out.

“You should come, (Y/N). It’s closing down so it would be nice to have a large crowd to revel in its movie-going history.” Betty offers. You would think that Jughead wouldn’t want some newbie in town to come to his special place but you were trying to make some new friends so, it couldn’t hurt to go.

A waitress comes by with your milkshakes, placing them all in front of you. You take a long sip before answering.

“Sure, will you guys be there? I don’t want to be alone,” you admit sheepishly, your eyes diverting to the floor.

“I will,” Jughead says. Betty looks genuinely confused as Jughead keeps talking because he never communicated this much with a new person, especially someone that Betty had brought from school. “I’ll be running the booth to start the movie but I can come join you afterwards.”

“That sounds great,” you smile. “I’ve got an old pickup truck so we can sit in the bed.” 

“Sounds good.” Jughead says.

“What time will it start?” You ask, taking another long sip.

“Tomorrow night at 7.” 

“Perfect, will you be there, Betty?” You inquire.

“Yeah, but it sounds like you two lovebirds will be busy in your own car.” Betty winks at the two of you and gets up to go home considering it was getting late.

You can feel the blush rising up on your cheeks and Jughead just shakes his head. “Thanks, Betty. Thanks.”

prove it. (m)

author’s note: i dedicate this to @wonhopes because she made me realize how much kihyun wrecks me. if it wasn’t obvious enough, it’s safe to say i’ve finally accepted it.

associated with this drabble though it’s not nearly as smutty.

rivals au; 5,490 words; smut, fluff; warnings: none.
↳ when all kihyun can talk about is how good he is in bed, you decide to shut him up by telling him to put his money where he mouth is. fortunately, you both learn a few things along the way.  

Originally posted by wonhontology


If it wasn’t for the mere fact that Mrs. Fern told you who your partner was, you would’ve scoffed, maybe protested, or even blurted out a concise, “Fuck no.”

Out of all the people in the classroom, you’re stuck with him. Yoo Kihyun. The asshole with an ego bigger than Jeon Jungkook’s, and that was probably an understatement too. You can’t imagine the outcome of this, not that anyone can, but when you catch sight of his stare from across the room and a smirk spreads across his lips, you already glower at the possibilities.

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Ong Seongwoo Mafia AU

warnings: blood, guns, violence, cars, street racing-ish 

  • you’re a freelance hacker/coder 
  • having heard about you and your amazing abilities, someone sends you a a letter asking for you to “affiliate” yourself with the 101, the reigning mafia in your town, 
  • while you’re in no way eager to get involved in organized crime once again, the pay attached to it is very good, so you agree
  • the one condition is that you get to work from your own office space instead of moving to their hq, as you have a lot of equipment and stuff that would take a long time to rewire
  • the first “day” on the job, three guys show up at your house, one of them carrying a large briefcase
  • they ring your doorbell, and you watch in slight amusement through the security camera as one of them pulls out a cushion foundation and starts touching up his makeup
  • you allow to come in, sitting in your special rolling chair, surrounded by various screens
  • they file into your room, and introduce themselves one after another
  • the guy with the makeup was ong seongwoo, and he leans over to hand you the briefcase
  • as you pop it open, they explain that it’s the laptop of someone within the 101 who’s trying to betray them, so they need to surreptitiously hack into the laptop without the owner knowing 
  • there really isn’t any kind of special encryption or anything, so you apply an access key and you’re in
  • when you hand the computer back to seongwoo a minute after he gave it to you, the three guys just kind of stare at you in disbelief
  • “what, you want me to do a handstand too?”
  • as they go to leave, seongwoo turns to you
  • “you know, i knew you were good, but i didn’t know you were that good”
  • you kind of smirk at him from the door, waving as they walked off
  • “i’m not just good, sweetie, i’m the best”
  • (naeGA JEIL JAL NAGA) 
  • every couple weeks, they’ll either bring you a phone or computer to get into, or ask you to hack into someone’s email or social media account, all very low level stuff
  • seongwoo always insists on bringing you the task for some reason, and he starts hanging around even after you’re done
  • you don’t really mind, though, he’s funny and entertaining to the max
  • he then discovers that while you may be practically a genuis, you’re terrible at taking care of yourself
  • you start getting texts from him “did you eat?”
  • if you tell him you didn’t, he’ll show up at your house with takeout food
  • checks to makes sure you’re sleeping properly
  • when you get sick and he brings you soup and cold medicine, you realize that maybe, just maybe, you like him
  • then one night, you’re asleep and rudely awoken by the sound of your doorbell being rung about a million times
  • seongwoo is standing there looking extremely stressed
  • “no time to explain, grab your laptop and let’s go” he yelled loudly
  • you grabbed the laptop and a backup battery, following him outside to where a black bmw was waiting, purring loudly
  • seongwoo opened the back door for you before getting into the passenger’s seat quickly
  • the driver had been to your house a couple times before with seongwoo, and his name was sungwoon
  • “can you tell me what exactly i’m supposed to be doing?” you asked loudly, firing up your laptop
  • “one of our guys, kang daniel, got kidnapped” seongwoo explained “we need you to track his phone
  • you nodded, pulling your hair up into a ponytail before opening up the proper program, asking seongwoo for the phone model and number
  • once the program found daniel’s location, you handed the laptop up to seongwoo in the front seat so that sungwoon could follow him
  • his location was moving quickly, and sungwoon pressed down on the gas pedal, going dangerously fast
  • “(y/n), if anything happens, i want you to stay down and don’t make a sound” seongwoo commanded, looking back at you
  • you sent him a look
  • “like hell i will”
  • sungwoon snorted at that, reaching over to the glove box and taking out a pistol, handing it to you
  • “hope you remember how to fire a gun”
  • “hyung, no” seongwoo snapped, glaring at sungwoon
  • you grinned, clicking the safety off of the gun
  • “let’s do this”
  • it had been a while since you’d held a gun, and the feeling of power that rushed through your body was exhilirating
  • “we’re getting close to the car that has daniel” sungwoon said “get ready”
  • you watched as you got closer to the little dot’s location, heart pounding in your chest
  • seongwoo rolled down his window, aiming his pistol
  • once your car was in range, he started firing at the tires, making their car sharply swerve to the right, weaving in between cars
  • the speed picked up, and sungwoon cackled, revving the engine even more
  • seongwoo went through the rounds in the gun before reloading quickly, leaning out of the window to aim again
  • “seongwoo, no!” sungwoon yelled loudly, reaching over to yank seongwoo back into the speeding vehicle
  • he was too late, though– someone from the car ahead of you had rolled down his own video and was sporting his own gun, shooting several rounds at seongwoo
  • most of them missed or hit the car frame, but one clipped him in the shoulder
  • sungwoon looked into the rearview mirror, trading a look with you
  • “get in the backseat” you snapped at seongwoo 
  • “no, i can do this” he said stubbornly, pushing through the obvious pain 
  • sungwoon rolled his eyes and rolled up the window, forcing seongwoo in
  • he reluctantly crawled into the back and you took his place in the front seat, checking your location and daniel’s
  • “they’re heading for the pier” you said to sungwoon “head down that alley”
  • sungwoon yanked the steering wheel to the left, heading down the small alley that you’d directed him
  • “you’re back” sungwoon laughed, sending you a slighly crazed look “i wonder if you still got it?”
  • “whaddya mean, back?” seongwoo slurred, still in extreme pain
  • as you leaned out of the window, aiming at a garbage can a good 50 meters in front of you, sungwoon chuckled at seongwoo’s obliviousness
  • “you didn’t know? (y/n)’s daniel’s half sister, the one who left the 101 to attend school”
  • “the one who erased herself from existence?” seongwoo gaped at you as you fired, one bullet burying itself into the thick plastic where the ‘b’ of garbage was printed on the plastic 
  • “i still got it” you smirked, leaning back into the car
  • “okay, we’re approaching target” sungwoon said loudly, and you rifled through the glove compartment quickly, finding the extra magazines of ammo so that you would be able to reload quickly
  • “do it like in the movies, bud” you grinned, riding the adrenaline as sungwoon nodded, the car shooting out of the small alley onto the large, empty pier
  • just like you predicted, about five seconds later, the car you’d been tailing squealed out of the main road onto the pier
  • sungwoon yanked the wheel violently, sending the car into a chaotic drift
  • as the car barreled forward, your own car squealed, tires snapping so that the car drifted around the curve of the pier
  • right before your car was exactly perpendicular to the one daniel was in, you stuck your body out of the window, aiming and firing, unloading one full magazine into the front window and hood
  • once that magazine was through, you got back inside the car and sungwoon shifted gears, pulling the car out of the drift so that you were parallel to their car
  • one of their windows was unrolled and the guy was aiming his gun at you
  • “wow, what a dumbass” you grinned, popping back up to aim at him
  • your shot hit and he fell back into the driver with a scream, making the car swerve
  • after blowing out one of the tires of their car, sungwoon stopped the car, grabbing his own gun before you two approached the car, seongwoo joining as well despite his shoulder injury
  • only one of the three guys was still concious, the one in the backseat with daniel, as you’d managed to land shots on the other two
  • he didn’t put up much of a fight as sungwoon tied him up before calling in for backup
  • when daniel saw you, he just smiled in thanks, understanding immediately what had happened
  • “welcome back to the family, sis”
  • seongwoo is still in shock about who you are 
  • this whole time he’d been thinking that you were just an innocent gamer
  • lmao sike
  • you visit him in the hospital with food because you feel bad
  • “why wouldn’t you tell me?” he complained, pouting up at you
  • “you never asked” you laughed, flicking him on the forehead
  • “you know how you could make it up to me?”
  • “how?”
  • “feed me~”
  • you roll your eyes at his cheesiness, but you end up feeding him
  • then out of nowhere
  • “hey, (y/N)
  • “yes?”
  • “are you mcdonalds? cuz i’m loving it” 
  • seongwoo winks
  • “yah… did you hurt your head too?”
  • “is your name wifi? cuz i’m feeling a CONNECTION”
  • “seongwoo, if you keep talking, there’s no way in hell i’ll ever go on a date with you”
  • “so you admit that i have a chance?”
  • it takes a lot of pestering on seongwoo’s part, but you finally agree to date him
  • daniel is suspicious of letting his best friend date his half-sister but he can get over it
  • seongwoo’s the type to think he’s protecting you when in reality you’re stronger than him lol
  • still texts you to make sure you’re eating/sleeping and brings you food for at-home dates watching netflix and cuddling
  • super sweet and just does his best to be the best boyfriend he can be

this was super messy i’m sorry lol

Further Observations: Screenshot Edition

IS THIS OR IS THIS NOT THE COVER OF THE HOTTEST NEW MOTORCITY LP IN A DECADE

I don’t know what kind of music Rayon would sing/play/whatever but I,,,,,,,WOW,,, 

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The Duke: *threatens*

*tiniest voice* fight me???

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The Duke: *triple-crosses*

*LOUDEST VOICE* FIGHT ME!!!

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Texas: *talks*

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this is an in-between shot but it looks like a “happier times” portrait or Snapchats From The Duke SOMEBODY PLEASE MAKE THAT A THING

Dance Tutor

Jimin x reader

summary: Jimin is your dance tutor

requested by: slsove

genre: smut, some angst

word count: 2K


The day was exhausting.
The whole day at school was kind of hectic seeing as it was finals week.
Stress was getting the best of you because you felt like you couldn’t do anything right. You felt like you were stupid, incapable, lazy…

So you were headed to the dance studio. Dancing was one of the ways you managed to relieve stress but seeing as today was Thursday, it was just going to get worse.

Why?

Well, some days you could come to the studio alone and just do you but on Mondays, Tuesdays and Thursdays you had a dance tutor.
And Park Jimin was the biggest pain in the ass ever.

You’ve never met someone so annoying.
He demanded so much, pushed you to your limits and mocked you when you couldn’t do everything right.
Just thinking about going there now made you stressed.

You sighed loudly as you pulled over in the parking lot in front of the studio.

You took deep breaths. ‘Just remember, ignore him, do your best, you love dancing so stop thinking about it so much and let it go.’

When you opened your eyes the first thing you saw was another car pull up to the parking lot, just a few meters in front of you.
Immediately as it pulled over, someone got out of the car.

Jimin was carrying a bag that looked heavy under his arms and you could see his bicep flex as he tried to pull it up.

Pussy. You thought, smirking at yourself.

He shut the door and locked the car, heading to the entrance. He hasn’t noticed you staring.

When the doors shut behind him, you got out of your own car taking your bag and heading inside, trying to avoid him as long as possible.


After changing into your crop top black hoodie and your black yoga pants you tied your hair in a high pony tail and took a deep breath.

You ran your hands over your body looking at yourself in the changing room mirror.

Calm down. Ignore his words. Just dance.’

After calming down a bit you grabbed your water bottle and headed to the practice room.

Expecting to see him inside already dancing like he always did, you walked in slowly trying not to get noticed.

But surprisingly, he was not there, only a younger group of girls getting ready to leave.

You got inside feeling a bit relieved but confused, because Jimin was always there.

Shrugging it off and taking a sip of water you walked over to the girls that were just leaving.

“Hey, you need that?” You said pointing to the big boombox next to them.

One of the girls smiled, “no we were just leaving.”

You nodded and smiled back, pulling out your phone getting ready to place it on the boombox.

“Hey you’re the girl that has Park as a dance tutor right?”

You were confused for a sec but you nodded as an answer anyway.

“Lucky.” Two other girls said at the same time.

You snorted from laughter. “Why? Park Jimin is noting but a big pain in the ass. Believe me, you don’t want him as a dance tutor.”

You took another sip, now scrolling through the songs trying to find something to dance to.

“I don’t know about that, “said the girl again, “but I know Park Jimin is a hot peace of meat.”

And they all giggled as you stayed shook by their words. These girls were only about 12 years old?

But you couldn’t deny it. Even though Jimin was an annoying piece of shit, he was pretty good looking.
If he wasn’t the way he is maybe you’d find yourself thinking about him more.
How his hair stuck to his forehead when he got sweaty, how his body moved so smoothly, no matter which song was playing, how he flexed during some really hard moves, how his tongue sometimes stuck out and how his face looked when he was concentrated on what he was doing.

“I mean…"you shrugged, admitting that he is hot but also showing that you were not fazed by it that much.

“I prefer dancing on my own.”

The girl nodded and giggled again.

The conversation was done and you were glad because of it, their giggles were starting to really annoy you.

After a minute, they were finally gone and now you finally had time for yourself.
Jimin was still not here and you were partially hoping he wouldn’t come at all. But also, you hoped he would come, just for the visual.

The door closed and you finally played the song on full volume.

When you danced you felt nothing else, only the beat moving your body. It was like pure bliss and seeing yourself dance in the mirror made you proud of yourself because you were actually pretty good.

The third song was nearing to an end and Jimin was still not there. What was going on?
Suddenly you couldn’t dance, your thoughts became wrapped up only around Jimin.

You cringed at yourself. ’No. Stop. What are you thinking about?’
You tried to get him off your mind and you tried to dance.

But the image of the one time Jimin’s shirt raised up while dancing made you trip over your own feet and you slammed down on the floor.

You hit your leg hard on the floor and you hissed at the sharp pain in your kneecap.

You shut your eyes trying to stop a tear from falling.
How embarrassing is it to fall and hurt yourself because of something like that?

You calmed down for a bit and just kept laying down staring at the ceiling.
The music was still playing loud so you didn’t hear the doors open and then shut.

But what you heard was laughter. And it was damn well familiar.
The mocking laughter of Park Jimin.

“Yes that was really funny.“you groaned sarcastically as you got up to your feet. You stared at him standing behind you in the mirror.

His face showed that he was really enjoying this. He walked over still laughing.

“It was hilarious, could you do that again please?“he continued to laugh at you.

He suddenly started acting out your fall and you clenched your fists out of anger trying to remember what you said to yourself before getting here.

“Okay could you just do your job please and tutor me or something? You know? Sounds familiar?”
You sounded so stupid while angry.

He stopped laughing but you could still see it in his eyes. He will not forget this.
“You’re right, you need some obviously.”

Sighing and rolling your eyes you tried to continue everything normally.

“Okay so can we start where we left off?”

You wanted to start as soon as possible because that meant Jimin was going to concentrate on dancing more than you and that was very much what you needed.


Half an hour passed and it was mostly good because he wasn’t commenting as much as usual but of course there were some usual remarks here and there.

“No, the right leg. Jesus…”

“Straighten your back you’re not the hunch back of Notre Dame.”

“Again.”

“Oh my god, stop that! No! You’re to slow can’t you hear how the fast the song is going.”

“How are you already that sweaty, even I don’t sweat that much.”

You ignored it each time as best as you could.

But some comments could not be let go.

“Why are you even here when you’re that bad?”

You stopped abruptly. You turned to him, noticing he was only about five feet away from you.
You felt your cheeks getting red and your fists clenched so hard, your nails dug in your palms.

“JESUS CAN YOU JUST STOP BITCHING AND LET ME BE!?”

That shout surprised him. And honestly, it surprised you too. You’ve never yelled like that at anyone.
But you couldn’t stop yourself.

“ALL YOU DO IS FUCKING CRITICIZE! CAN’T YOU JUST PRAISE ME ONCE? I AM NOT BAD AT THIS IT’S JUST YOU BEING AN ASSHOLE!”

You asked for praise. Oh my god. ‘Just stop. It’s getting worse.’

Jimin stared at you blankly for a few moments. He was obviously shocked at your words.

But something was wrong with you. Suddenly you stopped being so mad and the only thing you could think about how his hair was pushed back from his sweaty forehead, how his chest was rising rapidly up and down trying to catch a breath, how his full lips were slightly parted and how his eyebrows were scrunched in the cutest way ever.

You could feel the temperature rising as you took in his every feature.

‘It’s wrong.’ You said to yourself. ’How can you see him like that right now?’

The silent moment between you two seemed to last forever.

And then something happened. Something you never expected.

Jimin walked over to you and-

he kissed you.

Park Jimin was kissing you.
The one that always criticized and mocked you. He was now kissing you.

You were shocked, so much that you didn’t even know what to do with your hands.

The kiss was hard but at the same time soft. It was like he waited a long time to do this.
It was hungry.

“Oh come on."he mumbled against your lips. He grabbed your hands and put them on the sides of his face, like he was encouraging you to kiss back.

And as soon as your hands found their way you kissed back. And he groaned in approval.

You never realized how much sexual tension was between you two.
Not until this moment.

Your hands wrapped around his neck and suddenly he grabbed you by your thighs and you instinctively jumped and wrapped your legs around his waist.

He grabbed your ass squeezing it and moaning into your lips making you moan as well.

He took the opportunity of your parted lips to slip his tongue inside deepening the kiss.

You didn’t even fight for dominance because he obviously had it in him to lead.

He walked forward, slamming you into a wall, his hands immediately finding your exposed waist and belly caressing it up and down.

His body felt so good against your own. It felt like it was supposed to always be like this.

Your fingers found their way in his hair. You moaned again, parting away from him, leaning your head back, letting his soft lips attack your neck.

He bit and sucked on your neck, undoubtedly leaving marks all over. And feeling him groan against your neck made it feel even better.

"Ah, Jimin…"you moaned.

Then, like it was a signal for him, he slipped his hand inside your pants and his fingers found their way to your already wet core.

He stopped kissing and he leaned his forehead on yours staring at your lips and eyes intently, wanting to see your face as he pleasured you.

His fingers rubbed circles on your clit and the feeling was so good it made you jolt up a bit.

You watched him bite his lip hard as he put even more pressure on you.

You could feel his bulge on your leg and you moaned at the feeling.

"Jimin, please.” you let out short breaths.

“What do you want me to do to you (Y/N)?” He said seductively in your ear.

His fingers moved faster and you couldn’t stand it. You needed to feel him.

“I need you-"you were interrupted by your own moaning.

"Tell me."he groaned as he grinded on your leg with his bulge.

"I need you inside me."you managed to say through your shaky breaths.

And with no second thought, he pulled out his hand, pushed your legs down on the floor pulling your pants down.
He started to take off his as you quickly stepped out of your own.

You pulled your hoodie up leaving yourself in only a sports bra. It annoyed you that he had to see you in that instead of something prettier.

But he licked his lips at the sight and that encouraged you to drop down on your knees and to take the bra off.

”(Y/N)…“he groaned at the sight of you on your knees in front of him.

He pulled off his shirt revealing his glorious abs and chest.

Licking your lips at the sight of it you started palming him through his underwear.

His hands found their way on your head and he groaned, "Untie your hair baby.”

You did as you were told. You untied you hair letting him tangle his fingers in it as you kissed his bulge teasing him a bit.

“(Y/N) no teasing please…"he said with his eyes closed and his head thrown back.

Listening to what he said, you pulled his underwear down his beautiful legs letting his length spring up free.

You almost gasped at the sight. You never imagined Jimin being this big.

You could see him smirking at your expression and he licked his lips.
"Wrap those pretty lips around me now baby.”

And you did.
You kissed the tip first, tasting the precum on it and then started to slowly take him all in your mouth, not caring if it’s too much. You just wanted to please him and so you did.

You started to deep-throat him, feeling satisfied because of the sounds he was making.
His hands were on the back of your head as he started to push himself even deeper inside, hitting the back of your throat causing a tear to fall from your eye.

Seeing you like that he pulled out not wanting to choke you.
“You okay?"he asked with concern in his voice.

Your only answer was to take him in your hand and to lick his shaft from bottom to top swirling your tongue around him at the tip.

"Oh shit."he threw his head back at the feeling. You felt him twitch in your hand and you stopped what you were doing.

Seeing what you wanted next he made it come true as he picked you up from the floor again and slammed you against the wall once more.
He kissed you hard, pulling on your bottom lip with his teeth.

You moaned at the feeling of your breasts against his strong chest.

You looked behind him, catching the reflection of you two in the mirror.
You loved he sight of his back muscles flexing and it turned you on even more.

"I need you now Jimin."you breathed next to his ear, biting the earlobe softly.

And as soon as you said that he lined himself at your entrance and he slammed into you with no warning.

You screamed out his name in pleasure as your nails dug into his back leaving scratches.

"Oh God! Yes!"you couldn’t seem to breathe as he started to slam into you mercilessly.

Fuck you’re so tight.“he hissed on your neck gripping your thighs tightly.

You gripped his hair as he kept pounding as fast as he could.

Jimin was filling you up completely and it felt so good that you couldn’t even make a sound for a few moments. It felt like you were choking back on your own moans.

"I’m close…"you managed to say somehow.

"I’m close too baby."Jimin breathed.

He kept going but even faster, all while letting out moans of pleasure.

The sounds that Jimin were making were so hot you felt cumming any second.

”(Y/N) I’m..“Jimin started stuttering.

"Fuck Jimin…"you breathed. "Kiss me.”

He kissed you and you moaned into his mouth.

Your walls clenched around him and he groaned at the feeling.

And with a couple of thrusts more you came all around him, screaming his name out loud.

He pounded a couple more times and then he pulled out, you dropped on your knees in front of him and opened your mouth wide waiting for him to shoot his load.

Pumping with his hand a few more times he released, cumming all over your face.

You looked up at him with a satisfied look on your face.
He licked his lips looking pretty happy himself.

This was something you never expected to happen but you were glad it did. You didn’t know where this was going to lead but you were hoping it would happen again.

New Man

Originally posted by myachaelclifford

A/N: I can’t remember the last time I wrote about Luke, but what I do know is that he needs some love

     You sat inside the car waiting for Luke to show up. The snow falling outside only seemed to grow stronger and you turned the heat on and the radio up just a bit. Your eyes darted towards the clock on the dashboard and you sighed in annoyance. “Typical,” you quietly spat, shaking your head at how late Luke was. You began to chew on your bottom lip and whipped out your phone. There was no sense in calling Luke. He usually showed up on his own time and you somehow found yourself always accepting this fact about him. Though you shouldn’t accept it. Luke never seemed to care when you had things to do or somewhere to be. You continued to mutter under your breath in anger. Luke had been the one to choose the time and the fact that he was late irked you even more. 

After about twenty minutes you were ready to start the car back up and head home, but then you saw Luke’s car pull up next to yours in the lot. You watched with squinted eyes as he turned the car off and quickly got out in a hurry. He jogged to your door and knocked on the window. You inhaled and slowly exhaled before rolling the window down. “You’re late,” you said in monotone. 

“Meeting ran later than expected,” he replied. You rolled your eyes at his words and his head dipped down so he was looking you in the eye. “Hey to you too,” he chuckled. You gave him a look and Luke’s smile faded. “Alright I’m sorry I was late,” he sighed, “I should’ve called.” You nodded in agreement and unlocked the door. Luke opened the door to the backseat and he smiled once more. A bigger smile that he had once held for you. You closely watched him from the review mirror. “Hey princess,” he cooed, unbuckling the one year old baby from her car seat. His finger brushed over her plump cheeks making her stir a bit from sleep. “Did you miss daddy?” he mumbled, pulling the beanie down on her head more so that her ears wouldn’t get cold. 

“You’re not taking the car seat?” you questioned, noticing that he was picking her up. Luke shook his head at your question.

“I bought one so we wouldn’t have to keep trading this one back and forth,” he replied. Your eyebrows rose in surprise. You didn’t expect Luke to buy a car seat of his own. Then again you didn’t expect a lot of things from him. He grabbed the baby bag then stood and shut the door. You unbuckled yourself and got out the car to say goodbye. 

“So I have a date tomorrow,” you told Luke. He became quiet for a second then continued to baby talk to the child. Luke turned his back towards you and walked towards his car to buckle her in. “I just thought you should know and I was thinking I’d let him finally meet Raine,” you said. This caught Luke’s attention and his head flew up and he looked at you as if you were crazy.

“There’s no way in hell that’s happening,” Luke spat, placing the stuffed elephant next to Raine. 

“I wasn’t asking for your permission. I was telling you what was going to happen,” you said. “We’ve been together for two months and I think it’s about time he’s met her.”

“Two months? How am I just now finding out about this!?!” Luke questioned, you watched him blow out air from his nose. The fog of it showing in the air. 

“You don’t need to know what I do in my personal time,” you scoffed, “The only reason I’m telling you now is because I want him to meet her.” Luke shook his head fast, his hands stuffing in his pockets to warm them.

“And I’m telling you there’s no way you’re going to let some other man near my baby,” Luke confidently said. 

“Our baby, but it was okay for your ex-girlfriend to meet her and not alright for my boyfriend to? If things are getting serious it’s bound to happen,” you reminded him.

“My ex meeting Raine was different,” he argued back. The two of you had a stare down for a few seconds. 

“That wasn’t different and you know it… look I didn’t come here to argue. My boyfriend’s meeting her so end of discussion. I’ll see you Tuesday night,” you told him, voice strong as can be. Luke’s jaw clenched and he watched with fire in his eyes as you leaned down to kiss your baby girl goodbye. You whispered something to her before pulling away. “Have fun,” you said to the both of them, giving Luke a small smile before heading back to your own car. Luke waved goodbye and before you knew it he was in his car and driving off.

     The smell of spices wafted around your home and music was blasting through the speakers. You couldn’t help but to feel at ease. With Raine being with Luke for a few days that gave you the opportunity to spend quality time with your boyfriend. You had decided on cooking for your date and just have a night in. It was only to help the two of you put a rest to spending money each time you went out. “Middle of the Night” by The Vamps started to play and you began to dance a bit as you cooked. You shuffled over to the stove to stir the rice and meat mixture. In your haste to cook and clean your home, you had only managed to get your makeup done. The dining table was set with candles resting in the center. All you had left to do was place the mixture in some bell peppers and pop it in the oven.

Just as you were placing the dinner into the oven there was a knock at your door. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion and you glanced at the clock. You hadn’t noticed time going by so fast. “JUST A MINUTE!” you shouted, closing the oven door and running to a mirror to make yourself look a bit presentable. You walked over to the door and opened it. “Hi!” you chirped.

“Hey. Am I early?” Scott asked, looking down at your lazy day attire. You quickly shook your head.

“No, no I’m just running late,” you said, “Come in!” You opened the door even more and Scott walked in. He laughed in amusement at how frazzled you seemed. 

“I brought wine and dessert,” Scott smiled, following you into the kitchen. “It smells great. What are you making?” he hummed. You muttered a thanks and began to look in the cupboards for some glasses. Once they were found you opened the wine bottle and poured the liquid. Handing one over to Scott, you sipped on yours for a second. 

“Stuffed bell peppers and roasted potatoes,” you replied. 

“Oh that sounds like heaven and good too because I’m starving,” he commented. You laughed in response and lifted the glass to drink some more of the wine.  

“I’m gonna get dressed so make yourself at home,” you told him, grabbing your glass and quickly racing to your bedroom. Once inside you began to strip from your clothes and get into the ones you had laid out on the bed. As you were placing on your shoes you noticed an old picture of you and Luke looking happily at each other. It was rested between two other pictures on your nightstand. In one quick movement you had snatched the picture from its spot and dropped it inside the drawer. 

“She’s cute isn’t she?” you smiled. Your words had startled Scott and he jumped in his spot before turning towards you. He had been looking at a picture of you and Raine. 

“Yeah-she looks adorable. How old is she again?” he questioned, walking over to you and giving you a kiss.

“One and for a toddler that barely knows more than ten words she will talk your ear off,” you joked. Your hand slid down to grab Scott’s and you pulled him towards the couch. 

“Well she sounds lovely,” he said, resting his hand on your knee. “How was your day?” Scott questioned, drinking some more of the alcohol. You made a tiny noise that could be considered a whimper and his eyes crinkled in curiosity. “That bad?” he laughed, draping his arm over the couch. 

“More so frustrating. It was like everyone that came in had a stick up their butt or something,” you sighed. You hummed then shook the thoughts from your head. “What about you?” you asked.

“Much better now that I’m seeing you,” Scott said. You smiled at his words and moved closer to him. “You know what’ll take your mind off your bad day?” he said. 

“Hmm what?” you smiled, biting onto your bottom lip. Scott had moved closer to you too and his eyes were flickering from your eyes to your lips. 

“Some kissing and cuddling,” he whispered, dipping his head low to give you two quick pecks. You grinned at his words and pulled him into another kiss. His hand moved to rest at your hip and you moved closer even more as the kiss grew a lot more passionate. The sounds of you two kissing echoed around the living room and the tension in the room became heated. Not too long after you were straddling Scott and the two of you had began an intense make out. Breaths shallow, hands roaming, and lips trailing across your skin. You knew at some point you’d have to pull away to take the food out the oven, but as for now you were enjoying this. Scott pulled away from the kiss and his mouth attached at your neck. You let out a soft moan as he sucked on a sweet spot. Your body going slack against his in pleasure. 

There was a loud knock on the door and the kissing stopped for a second. “Ignore it,” you gasped, leaning down to kiss along Scott’s jaw. You rocked your hips against his and he was the one to moan this time. Another knock sounded out around the apartment, but it was longer this time. 

“I think you should get that,” Scott chuckled. You groaned in response and your head fell into the crook of his neck in defeat. A sigh left your lips and you climbed off of him. 

“Can you take the food out the oven while I answer that,” you softly requested, giving him one more kiss before heading to the door. You straightened out your clothes once you were in front of the door. Once you unlocked the door you opened it, the smile on your face fading as your eyes came in contact with the very familiar blue ones. 

You couldn’t believe your eyes, but there leaning against your door frame with a smirk on his lips was Luke.

Some Gifts Come Unwrapped

YOURS: AN ETHAN DOLAN ONE SHOT SERIES

Warning: smut

A/N: sorry this took so long, and i’m not even sure it’s any good. but the best way to get past writer’s block is to write, which is weird, but here ya go lmao


You couldn’t keep your eyes off it, scared that if you’d blink it would disappear. It was beautiful and luxurious and everything you’d dreamed it would be. After pinning an endless supply of pictures of the seemingly unobtainable automobile in your “future car” folder on Pinterest, it was completely and utterly surreal that it was now perched in front of you in all its glory, tied up in a satin red bow.

“It’s white.” It was hard to breathe. “You remembered.”

“Of course I remembered.”

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May I have this drink?

Request: Your Archie imagine is seriously so cute! Could I request another Archie x Reader where the reader, a river vixen, gets drunk at a party and Archie takes care of her? If you’re comfortable with writing about alcohol, that is! I completely understand if it’s something you don’t want to write about! Thank you :)

A/N: Stop this is so cute.  This is gendered (fem!) because I assumed based on the request.  If you want a gender neutral version feel free to message me.  I also got a lil bit carried away with this one omg.  Also lowkey based on a true to life party experience. wild time.  Also, god, am I sorry about the number of times I had to post this and delete it to get into the tag.  If you follow me, sorry. Thank you for requesting, and feel free to hit up my inbox with any ideas for imagines!

Word count: 1655

Warnings: cursing, alcohol mention, vomit mention, parties?  I don’t know if I’m doing this right.

Originally posted by jane-foster

Alcohol had never really been your thing.  You could tolerate it, but a coke was much more up your alley.  You just had an issue with control, and alcohol took that control from you.  

So you didn’t drink.  Big whoop.

However, with your boyfriend Archie being a big popular quarterback and you being a big popular River Vixen now, you frequently found yourself being dragged along to post-win parties where most people in your school were shit faced by eleven.  

This was a routine you found yourself slipping into: getting dragged along, pouring a soda for yourself, and finding a wall to lean on until it was time to drive your boyfriend home.  However tonight, the routine had been broken.  Reggie for some reason wouldn’t leave you alone, and Archie was off making friends somewhere, leaving you to deal with him on your own.  Not that you couldn’t just… what a waste of your time.  

“You know, you kind of come across to me as a rum girl.  You a rum girl?”  You imitated a buzzer noise at his guess, eyes straight ahead, trying to give him as little attention as possible.  “Tequila?  No.  You’re classier than that.”  He continued making his judgements based on what alcohol he guessed you must have been drinking.  “Vodka?  Is there even vodka here?”

“There’s always vodka, but you’re still wrong.” He seemed confused for a moment, but a sneaky grin soon stretched across his face in realization.

“So miss cheerleader badass doesn’t even drink?” You rolled your eyes, letting out a sarcastic ding, ding, ding!  “Wow.  Now I always picked you as kind of hard to read, but I was sure I had you down as a rum girl.  Really?  What is that just coke?” Unamused, you nodded.  “Interesting.  So no way you’re getting messy drunk tonight?”  Not wanting to say something you may regret, you sucked in a deep breath.  “Shame.  Was looking forward to that fun.” He winked, and then pushed off into the crowd, leaving you at your wall.

An hour or so passed, and you drank a few more cups of your sugary soda.  Around the third, you started to feel different.  Passing it off as just being tired, you kept yourself hydrated through your profuse sweating at the temperature of the room.  However, a few cups later you found yourself really noticing a difference in how you felt.  Your stomach started to churn a little bit, and it was almost like the room was spinning.

You noticed someone’s eyes on you from across the room, and hesitantly you met them, finding Reggie staring right at you.  The churning in your stomach turned vicious as you felt a disoriented anger rise in your blood, narrowing your eyes at him.  He had done something.  Presumably, something bad.  He took slow steps toward you, stopping about eight inches from you.  

“You alright Y/N?” He asked, a wide smile on his face.  He inched toward you, but you raised your hand to stop him.  However, your arm felt kind of light, limp almost, and your palm against his chest definitely wouldn’t be much.  “Whoa.  Have you been drinking?  Damn, you smell like rum.” He chuckled, and you let out a noise that almost resembled a growl.

He had been right, you were a rum girl if any, and your neutrality towards the taste of it had allowed you to get drunk off spiked soda.  Presumably, spiked by the devil incarnate.

“You’re a real ass,” you slurred, mentally cursing at your inability to hide the fact that you were inebriated.  This could easily be blamed on the fact that you didn’t drink often, and that you had probably consumed quite a bit of alcohol at this point.  “Where’s Archie?”

Reggie pretended to think for a minute, “Hm, I don’t really know.  He dipped out of the crowd around half an hour ago.”

You tried taking deep breaths to encourage your body to flush this garbage out of your system.  “I’m going to find my boyfriend.”  You took one step forward, and found somebody’s foot where yours was supposed to go, and all your weight went backwards right into a body.  

Reggie’s mocking tone filled your ear as he whispered, “Whoa there, Y/N.  Don’t go so soon.  You’re in no shape to be walking around a party on your own.”

“Get off me, you pig,” you grumbled, using your half-functioning limbs to push against his tight grip around your waist.  When he wouldn’t budge, you found yourself panicking a little, struggling more.  Your eyes searched the living room for Archie, but he was nowhere to be found, this only increasing your nerves.  “I said, get off!” You tried yelling, but your voice was fragile, lacking in the power it normally had.

“Shh… you’ve had too much to drink.  Let’s go find Archie.” He let go of your waist, giving off the impression that you’d be allowed to walk, however a nudge sent to your shoulder sent your unbalanced body tumbling forward.  Before you hit the ground, the boy pulled you into his arms.

“Put me down!  Stop touching me!” You wriggled in his grip, only making him smile more.  

“Reggie!” Archie’s voice suddenly hit your eardrums, and while you weren’t necessarily soothed immediately, it worked wonders on your building anxiety.  “What the hell are you doing, man?”

“Your girlfriend was looking for you.  She’s too drunk to walk.  Figured I’d help you out.” Reggie shrugged, letting you out of his arms, however your moments of being held like that juxtaposed to being vertical all of a sudden was no help for your already terrible equilibrium.  You found yourself free-falling into the chest of your ginger-haired, anger-puffed boyfriend.

“What’d you give her?” He grumbled, the words sending vibrations through his chest that made you giggle, his arm wrapping tightly around your back.  “Did you drug her?”

Reggie smiled fakely.  “Of course I didn’t.  She just confused the coke with the spiked stuff.  Easy mistake.”

“Not for someone ten times smarter than you,” Archie roared.  

“Archie,” you mumbled into the soft material of his shirt.

“If she’s so smart why didn’t she notice before she became full on drunk?” Reggie tossed back.

“Not being able to handle alcohol and intelligence are very different things.”  Archie narrowed his eyes, clearly ready to fight Reggie right here and now.

“Archie,” you tried again to stop him, this time tugging at his collar.

“What, babe?” He asked softly, ducking his head to insure you hear him, but not breaking eye contact with Reggie.

“We should just go.” He frowned at your slurred words but nodded, sending another threatening glare at Reggie before looping his arm under your legs and pulling you to his chest.  He carried you to his car, smiling at your soft ‘thank you’s’ that you whispered into his shirt.  “Hold on,” you said suddenly.  “Put me down.”  Without hesitation, he propped you onto your feet, and then promptly holding your hair behind your shoulders as you emptied the contents of your stomach onto the lawn.  “Wow that was hot,” you grumbled to yourself, leaning back against Archie as he helped you into the passenger seat.

“You feeling okay?”

“I’m doing great.”  You leant your forehead against the cool leatherette dashboard.   Even drunk, your sarcasm came through strong.  “Is this what it always feels like?”

Archie tried focusing on the road, but kept turning to see you were doing okay with the bumpy roads.  He found himself swerving to avoid the potholes so you wouldn’t vomit all over your own car, a worried crinkle in his brow at the sight of your now sleeping form in the passenger seat.  He pulled into your driveway, quietly maneuvering out of the car and coming to your side.

He placed a hand on your shoulder.  “Hey, we’re at your house.”

“Are my parents home?” You murmured, eyes open to slits.

“I don’t think so.”  

“Can you carry me?”

“‘F course.”  He once again pulled you into his arms, comfortably carrying you to your door, twisting the handle seemingly with ease despite having his hands full.  “Do you wanna shower?”

“Too tired.” He nodded.  

“Okay, let’s brush your teeth, though.”  

“‘Kay.”  Your lips brushed against his neck as your head lolled against his shoulder, him grinning at having you so close.   He carried you like this up your stairs to the bathroom where he sat you down on the fluffy bath mat with your back leaned against the tub.  

“How are you feeling?”

“Dumb.”

“Why’s that, babe?” He asked softly, squeezing some toothpaste on a toothbrush and handing it to you.  

“He got me drunk.” You frowned to yourself.

“It happens to everyone.” You looked up to him, and he smiled at the ring of white foam around your mouth.  While part of him was still mad at Reggie for getting you in a state like this, he had to say, you were kind of funny drunk.  He held his hand forward, pulling you upright and then leaning you against his chest.  “Spit.”  

He then softly walked you to your bedroom, where he helped you into a pair of his sweatpants that he found in the drawer and a baggy tee.  He laid you down under your covers, kneeling down beside your bed to get to your level.  “How are you doing?”

You smiled, “Why do you keep asking that?”

“I want to make sure you’re doing alright.”

You nodded.  “I’m doing alright.”

“Good.” He grinned as you shut your eyes.  

Without moving you asked, “Are you staying?”

He cocked his head.  “Do you want me to?”

“I’d like it.” His lips cracked into a smile again as he took off his jeans and shirt and gingerly laid down beside you.  You subconsciously turned into his chest, his arms wrapping around your back.  “I hate alcohol.”

He giggled lightly.  “Yeah, I know you do.”

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Chilton 2.0 - BirchBow (chaoticTenebrism), LaughingStones - Motorcity [Archive of Our Own]
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By Organization for Transformative Works

Chilton 2.5

TARGET ACQUIRED, his brain snarls, and for the first time since his first mission Mike snarls along with it. NEUTRALIZE.

I Dare You (M)

word count: 4.5k

genre: smut; college AU + part time model!hyungwon

pairing: reader/hyungwon

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summary: it was a simple party and everything was going fine until minhyuk decided it’s time to spice it up. his idea? it ends up making you and your ex-crush hyungwon get a lot closer than you could’ve ever imagined. 

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anonymous asked:

How would the rfa+v+saeran react if mc got in a really bad car crash?

Here you go! Hope you like them. 


Zen:

  • He was riding his motorcycle to clear his head
  • He ran into some traffic, and he figured there was an accident up ahead
  • Because of his small vehicle, he managed to weave in between cars to the scene
  • It was a really bad car crash involving three cars, one of which was flipped
  • He was going to keep driving, but he remember how thankful he was when V came to save him years ago
  • He hops off the bike and goes to save the person out of the flipped wreckage since the cops still weren’t there yet
  • He didn’t expect that person to be you ‘
  • He gets you out of the flipped car as soon as possible
  • He’s so close to tears when he finds you unconscious
  • He doesn’t remember much of what’s happening
  • He keeps calling your name and asking someone to call for an ambulance
  • When it finally gets there, he doesn’t leave your side
  • At the hospital, they had to have guards block him off because he kept trying to force himself inside
  • His emotions finally break down when he sees you’re okay…injured, but okay
  • He’s so careful with you during your recovery, but he doesn’t let you behind the wheel for months
  • He’s so scarred from holding your broken body in his arms

Yoosung:

  • He was becoming a vet, but a nearby hospital offered him an internship and he accepted
  • The hours were pretty late that night and things were slow
  • He was finally glad to be able to do something when his superior rushed in and said someone had just been brought in after a bad crash
  • He was briefed on the injuries as they’re making their way to the patient
  • He was wincing internally because they sounded pretty bad
  • When he sees you on the stretcher, everything freezes
  • He turns into a full on doctor mode
  • He’s shouting out orders to the other nurses and doctors
  • They completely forget he’s an intern and not a superior
  • Despite being emotionally connected to you, he’s pouring out everything he has to keep you alive and out of pain
  • When it’s all over, he just spends his break in your room
  • He’ll hold your hand while you’re sleeping, still on edge, but happy that you’re alive
  • He still treats as his patient though, and the nurses won’t go against him
  • When you finally wake up, he’s so relieved that his body just shuts down
  • After making sure you’re okay, he ends up falling asleep
  • No one moves him, but the staff starts telling you about what he did and you’re just so touched

Jaehee:

  • You had said you were only going out to pick something up from the store
  • It’s been two hours since then
  • She thought you went out to meet another member spontaneously, but she didn’t see you in the chat at all
  • So, she tries calling once….twice….it’s now her seventh time
  • She starts getting worried
  • She’s just about to have Seven track your phone when she gets a call from the hospital as your emergency contact
  • They tell her some vague details on the phone about some car crash
  • She’s frazzled but she quickly makes her way over
  • She’s really shaken up seeing you on a hospital bed with all the IV’s and tubes trying to keep you alive
  • She barely goes home after that, getting most of what she needed when the RFA members would drop things off for you two
  • You’re not conscious, but she talks to you still
  • She’ll sometimes read the texts from the messenger or just talk about memories
  • A few days later, you actually respond to one of her comments
  • She jumps up and is about to hug you, but remembers your injuries
  • So, she’s just blabbering on about how happy she is with tears in her eyes
  • When you finally are allowed to leave the hospital, she insists you try to go together to run most errands

Jumin:

  • Normally he doesn’t pay much attention to the TV in the office
  • But there’s a live coverage of a really bad car crash downtown
  • For some reason, he has this sick feeling in his stomach when he sees the mangled up cars
  • He picks up his phone and calls you, but you don’t pick up
  • He tries to reason his worries away
  • After all, you haven’t driven your own car in awhile, and Driver Kim mostly drives you during the day
  • Just to soothes his nerves, he calls Driver Kim to ask about you
  • To his horror, the man replies that you refused his services, opting to drive yourself because it was a nice day
  • Jumin rushes out of the office without leaving so much as a notice to Jaehee
  • When he gets to the hospital, they let him in right away to see you
  • At that point, you were stabilized and awake
  • He rushes to your side and gently grabs your hand
  • He’s pressing kisses to it while asking what happened, but he doesn’t let you answer because he keeps talking
  • He’s just so on edge and both worried for your injuries and relieved that you’re okay
  • You finally have to cut him off at one point
  • When you’re done explaining, he scolds you for not going with Driver Kim
  • For a few long months, Driver Kim isn’t allowed to accept your refusal without Jumin’s okay
  • It takes you awhile to convince him otherwise


Seven:

  • He was in the car with you when it happened
  • You wanted to drive your car since he had a headache earlier
  • You two were just returning home late one day and out of nowhere a drunk driver sideswiped your car
  • You tried to lessen the damage, but the driver hit the car so hard the car flipped a few times
  • The drunk driver sped off, leaving you two on the side of the road
  • Seven sees you all twisted up and crying out in pain
  • He’s so concentrated in getting you out and crying out for someone to call for help
  • When the ambulance comes, they almost have restrict him to his own stretcher
  • Despite screaming out that he’s fine and trying to get to you, they insist on the procedure
  • It isn’t until your gingerly reach out and grasp his hand in the ambulance does he calm down and realize his own gash on his head
  • He can’t stay calm knowing you’re more hurt than he is though
  • The second they clear him, he’s rushing to your room
  • He’s crying when he sees all the bandages and IV’s on you
  • He keeps apologizing, saying it was his fault because he gave you wrong directions
  • You’re really weak, but you still try to tell him off for blaming himself
  • It gets so bad that he’s even refusing treatment for his own injuries because he doesn’t want to leave your side
  • You have to intervene and call Yoosung to physically drag him out of the room for treatment
  • When you’re both released, he’s a little better
  • But he doesn’t let you drive anywhere for months
  • And you even notice he doesn’t drive himself unless he has to

Saeran:

  • It started out as a normal day, but then it quickly got odd
  • He realized his twin was taking extra long on his “shopping trip” which seemed to arise out of the blue
  • And the RFA members were speaking very strangely in the chatroom
  • To make it worse, you seemed to be ignoring him
  • Finally, he gets fed up and calls Saeyoung, demanding to be told what’s going on
  • He feels dread quell in his stomach at the hesitant sigh over the phone
  • Saeyoung tries to be gentle about the news that you had gotten into an accident, but all Saeran hears is that you’re at the hospital and he’s out the door
  • He sees everyone was already there, and it just makes him angrier
  • But at the point, he’s more worried about you
  • You’re awake, but a little groggy, when he sees you
  • He’s too much in shock to really say anything, so he just holds your hand for a long time
  • The doctor comes and explains what happened
  • Saeran feels guilty for thinking it, but he can’t help but feel mildly happy that the person at fault for the crash was worse off than you
  • He’s so gentle with you as you recover, and when you’re well enough to stand, he pulls you into a gentle hug
  • While he seems okay on the outside, he’s so scared of losing you without him knowing like that
  • He’s ten times more attentive to you
  • He also doesn’t speak to his brother or the RFA members for awhile, considering they hid it for so long

V:

(He can see in this one)

  • You two had planned to meet up after work at some cafe downtown
  • He’s waiting by the window and suddenly hears a loud crash
  • He already is frazzled by the magnitude of the accident
  • He’s even more horrified when he sees your car being in the middle of the chaos
  • His phone is out and he’s calling for an ambulance while stumbling to the crowd towards you
  • He’s in his right mind enough to make sure you get into the ambulance and that he gets there
  • But once he’s at the hospital, he’s asking so many questions to the doctors as they prepare to treat you
  • After the procedures are all over, he’s the first one in your room
  • He’s pretty calm at first, asking if you’re okay
  • But a few days pass, and you can tell he’s still worried
  • While he won’t restrict you from driving anywhere, he does ask that you text him when you get to wherever your destination is from  now on

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