오해가 있는데요. 저는 500원으로 20판 까지 갔고 산들이는 2500원으로 20판 까지 갔어요
There seems to be a misunderstanding. I went up to 20 rounds on 500 won and Sandeul went up to 20 rounds on 2,500 won. *T/N: Won is Korean currency. 500 won is roughly $0.44 USD and and 2500 won is roughly $2.18 USD. Seokjin is basically bragging that he lasted longer without dying/losing in the game compared to Sandeul (you pay everytime you lose in a game to replay).
Early Morning Cuddle (The Flash, Cisco Ramon x Reader)
Summary: Cisco can’t sleep and decides to come to you for help.
Word Count: 500+
Warnings: strong language
A/N: This was a request sent in with the prompt: “You knocked on my door at one in the morning to cuddle?” This was actually my first time writing for Cisco (and I hope it won’t be my last) so I hope you all enjoy!
In hindsight, staying up the night before to finish catching up on Game of Thrones was not the best choice in life. You had to be in at seven in the morning for work, got a measly half hour lunch break, and didn’t leave until five that evening. After work, you always popped by S.T.A.R. Labs to check in on everyone and bring dinner because they practically never left the cortex.
So when you finally got home, after making sure Barry didn’t get himself hurt and Wally didn’t do anything stupid again, you climbed into bed and you were out. Sleep had been calling you all day and it was finally getting the attention it wanted.
But alas, you couldn’t continue to sleep because someone decided it’d be okay to incessantly pound on your door.
A/N: I’m posting this right before I leave for a long weekend vacation to Sweden (Hello, Stockholm!!!!!!) and I won’t be back until Wednesday, so if you try to message me about being tagged or want another part or something, that’s why I won’t be responding or posting another part! I promise I will get back to you and post another part probably next Thursday or maybe even on Wednesday!
You both arrived at ComicCon and began to look around at all
of the people. Neither of you had worn costumes since you weren’t actually into
the whole ComicCon scene. You checked your watch and looked at the flier in
your hand. The Avengers cast would be doing an interview in about a half hour. After navigating through the cosplayers and booths, you
and Rachel found seats and waited with the other fans for the interview to
Pairing: McCoy X Reader (AU) Triggers: Low Self Esteem. I think that is it. Word Count: 1,082 (okay, not a drabble but yeah…) Beta: No Requested by: @nymphadora-blurryface for my 500 followers celebration A/N: Thank you @nymphadora-blurryface for this request. This is my first attempt at a soulmate themed fic so I’m hoping I can live up to your expectations. This theme is also a personal favorite of mine as well. Constructive feedback is welcome.
Growing up, you had heard countless stories of when others of when the tattoo had appeared on their wrist; where they were and what they were doing. The soulmates mark would appeared on the right wrist on your 12th birthday. So when you awake on your 12th birthday, assuming this would be the case for you, however when your right wrist remained as marked free as the day before you began to panic. Relax, you told yourself at first, maybe for some reason, the tattoo would appear on your left; after all your body’s reaction to childhood illness and accidents had always been on the..odd side so it would only make sense now. As you turned you left wrist over you simultaneously shut your eyes, trying to brace yourself to finally knowing the name of your soulmate. Slowly, you opened your eyes, nothing. It was as bare and empty as your right wrist. You could feel your eyes swell up with tears as you ran into your parent’s bedroom and straight into your loving mother’s arms.
Summary: You and your brothers have a conversation about you going to school but you don’t want to go.
A/N: 500 followers so that is a trigger for me to make more one-shots. I have great ideas for a new series and so that is coming up soon. Tomorrow is Monday and i really hate Monday’s because I have to go to school.
“No, Dean I want to hunt. Come on, you know i’m 15 years old and that I hate school. Sam can teach me the basic school stuff.” Dean sighed “Come on, I know that you want me to have a apple pie life but I don’t want that. I want to hunt. Kill those son’s a bitches.”
Dean looked at Sam but he know that you were right but he didn’t want to admit it. You and your brothers had this conversation every new school year. For 11 years it had worked in your favor. That you didn’t have to go to school but this time it was going to be a little harder to convince them. Since Sam Is back you knew that you wanted to be with them to help and find dad.
Dean wanted you safe. He wanted you to go to school and be normal but you had other plans . you wanted to help your brothers. You wanted to help find your dad. You wanted to be strong but you brother’s didn’t let that happened.
“Y/N, I know that you don’t want to school. I hated school too but you need to go. Y/N you are 15 now and you need to learn. “
“Dean I know but I want to help you guys. I want to find dad and kill that yellow eyed demon before he kill another person for his army.”
“I know but I don’t want you to get hurt.” You looked at him with a confused expression.
“Dean, even if I don’t hunt I can get hurt. You can’t stop me from being in pain. Every demon know’s me and they are going to go after me and you know it.” And just like that the point was set.
Dean know that you were trying everything to keep hunting. Hunting was everything for you if you get hurt you get right back up. If you are broken you get the broken parts and put them back together. You were strong and he knew it but now that he was the father figure for you he had to keep an eye on you even more. That was always so. Especially when you were 6 and had called Dean dad sometimes.
Summary: You work on the set of Sebby Stan’s new movie and he has a special request based on this request: @marvelfanuniverse asked: … I’d like to get something where you can imagine Bucky letting you being the only one to help him with his hair?…
Characters: Sebastian Stan x reader, Chris Evans
A/N: Hope you enjoy. Sorry I kinda took this a cliche route. Wrote on my phone, unedited, unbeta’d…again, I apologize. lol. NO WARNINGS. OK, ONE WARNING; A CURSE WILL BE CAST UPON THE HOUSES OF THOSE WHO SEND ME A MESSAGE ABOUT SEBBY HAVING A GIRLFRIEND. I KNOW THIS, IT DIDN’T WORK FOR MY FIC, OK? GEEZ. :P
You watched as the new girl walked toward Sebastian wielding her utility belt of combs, brushes, and styling tools, only to get politely turned away. You notice him waving in your direction. Confused, you look around, deciding that he couldn’t possibly be talking to you.