timewithforever

"Hands out. Spread 'em." Rough hands began to pat you down, and you bit back the urge to grab the guard's burly arm and flip him on his ass. A particularly hard pat came down near your bum, and you immediately stepped away from the large security guard. "Are you fucking kidding me?" The security guard rolled his eyes, and crossed his arms at your defiance. "I mean, if Levi doesn't pay you enough to get laid, I understand, but wow - that was low." You took your bag off of the conveyor belt, the contents already scanned and checked by the withdrawn female behind it, and stepped into the lobby. "It's just normal safety protocols!" He called af

"Hands out. Spread 'em." Rough hands began to pat you down, and you bit back the urge to grab the guard's burly arm and flip him on his ass. A particularly hard pat came down near your bum, and you immediately stepped away from the large security guard. "Are you fucking kidding me?" The security guard rolled his eyes, and crossed his arms at your defiance. "I mean, if Levi doesn't pay you enough to get laid, I understand, but wow - that was low." You took your bag off of the conveyor belt, the contents already scanned and checked by the withdrawn female behind it, and stepped into the lobby. "It's just normal safety protocols!" He called af

You were making your way through New York as fast and inconspicuous as possible. It had been a long time since you had been truly out in the field (and not hiding), but the fresh air was doing you good. You had almost forgotten what it felt like: the wind blowing through your hair and the sun warming up your skin.  You would never let anyone put you back in one of those cryocells ever again. You had awoken only a few months ago, when the military base your cryocell had been stored at, was reduced to ashes. You didn't know how long it had been since you had been awake, but all you could remember were doctor Zola's words: You will be the

"Hands out. Spread 'em." Rough hands began to pat you down, and you bit back the urge to grab the guard's burly arm and flip him on his ass. A particularly hard pat came down near your bum, and you immediately stepped away from the large security guard. "Are you fucking kidding me?" The security guard rolled his eyes, and crossed his arms at your defiance. "I mean, if Levi doesn't pay you enough to get laid, I understand, but wow - that was low." You took your bag off of the conveyor belt, the contents already scanned and checked by the withdrawn female behind it, and stepped into the lobby. "It's just normal safety protocols!" He called af

"Say it with me now. Ma-ma" you smiled down at your one year old daughter who was chewing on her basketball plushie. You stood up and snatch it from her open and drooling mouth while shaking your head "Oh just one word [Daughter's name]! How about Papa? Pa-pa" you tapped her nose as you pressed on each syllables The little girl who inherited her father's forest green hair giggled, but didn't say anything, just a string of blubbering noises. With a slight sigh you place the soft basketball up on the shelf by the wall out of your daughter's reach. She frowned and made protesting sounds, hugging your feet and curling her fingers around the hem

Warnings: Profanities, Alcohol Consumption What We Have "Then maybe we should just break up!" You threw at Hajime without even realizing before you heard yourself. In spite of being well aware that this was your ego talking, you refused to relent. After all, this whole argument was his fault, wasn't it? What surprised you, though, wad his reply. "Fine!" His fist hit the dry wall. "Let's break up." "Fine! Good luck finding someone who can actually bear with you.” It felt like your insides were convulsing with each second that passed, while tears threatened to fall from your eyes. God knew you didn't want to break up, but there was n

Colōrētur. Daichi Sawamura x Reader Soulmate!AU (Soulmate AU in which once one comes in contact with ones Soulmate, one can see color. Color gradually fades away the longer one hasn't touched ones Soulmate within a 1 hour period.) color [kuhl-er] noun 1. the quality of an object or substance with respect to light reflected by the object, usually determined visually by measurement of hue, saturation, and brightness of the reflected light; saturation or chroma; hue. She has a lovely color. •••• Color. A word that Y/N hated. An idea that Y/N loved. A science that she yearned to understand. The reality that

iwaizumi x reader notes: perverted as always lmao. From: OneArmMan To: MyGirlfriend Hey, what's taking you so long? From: MyGirlfriend To: OneArmMan AWW YOU'RE WORRIED ABOUT ME From: MyGirlfriend To: OneArmMan I NEVER KNEW YOU WERE SUCH A SWEET BOYFRIEND From: OneArmMan To: MyGirlfriend Shut up. Where are you anyway? From: MyGirlfriend To: OneArmMan You're so mean -_- From: MyGirlfriend To: OneArmMan I'm buying groceries You know how much greedy you are when it comes to food The fridge is all empty because of you You should be thankful you have a girlfriend like me From: OneArmMan To: MyGirlfriend We all know you are the

 Suho closed the front door behind him, shutting out all the commotion coming from inside the EXO dormitory. He loved all his fellow members to death, but right now he needed some quiet time alone to think. He covered his conspicuous blond hair with the hood of his sweatshirt, despite the day's suffocating humidity, and walked the familiar path to a nearby park. He normally went there at night to wind down after a busy day; however, today had been a particularly stressful day and he needed some alone time right now. He didn't plan to be gone long – he knew there was supposed to be rain in the forecast. After walking for a few minutes

(A/n): THIRD CHAPTER WHOOHOO, THE CHAPTER WHERE THINGS GONE CHANGE FOR THE BEST OR WORSE YOU FIND OUT!!!!. The cold wind hit your red face as you sat alone on a swing at a deserted park, in the pitch-black sky with only the street lamp to help you see. You've been crying for an hour now and your eyes are puffy while you're severely wounded. Whenever you closed your eyes you saw images of all the idols in the bar looking at you, especially the members you thought were there for you, BTS. You recalled how their eyes just observed you like a lion observing its prey, as if you were too trivial to even be bothered with. You cried away not being a

(A/n): second chapter of inadequate whoohoo!!!, you guys seem to enjoy this series so thought would carry this on lool. You woke up early yet again, 5:00 am sharp and began to lose your mind to a distant place. You wondered how you're family is doing , if they even missed you. But you mainly wondered if you were a good enough assistant for BTS, because from what happened last night , it seems that they really hate you and somewhat enjoy tormenting you.. but nonetheless you decided today's the day to give your best shot one more time. You got up from your bed and started changing your clothes only after you sort out the schedule for today. O

Jumin Han or “trust fund kid,” as dubbed by his friends, was not very fond of relationships. Sure, he had women drooling over him for his money and looks (and men, for that matter, due to a few unfortunately untrue rumors), but that had never made him particularly interested in them. He was a straight laced man and always had his mind on business and business only. That’s why, when a certain someone managed to wiggle their way to his heart, he was taken quite off guard. She had come out of nowhere, they met by complete coincidence. And even though he’d barely met her in person, he’d fallen for her. Her sweet voic

"Meow." "Fuck you too," "Meow." "I'm not in the mood for your bullshit, cat," "Meow." "I swear to fucking god I hate you so much why are cats animals and why are they aloud to live in this world watch you back ca-" "Y/N? What are you saying to my cat?" You turn around to see your boyfriend, Jean, standing in the doorway of your shared apartment. "Why the fuck did you get a cat?" Was your answer. You absolutely hated cats. . . For no specific reason. "Y/N, I believe we've been over this. I always had a cat growing up. We can't get rid of Enma now," (Based on my research Enma translates to ruler of hell in Japanese so I thought this was p