and all my friends are coming back tomorrow!

sooo… I go back to school tomorrow, I’m not sure if I’ll be able to come online often :(
These past two weeks were so much fun (and stressful lol) but like it was pretty great ahhhhh! I made a lot of friends and I love u all!!! There’s a queue running and I’ll come when I can!!!! I love you all so much!!!!
I love being dramatic lol

Punish me (Smut)
I did a thing. I figured it to be best if this was EXO member optional, since with this storyline you could end up with any EXO member really. God forgive me for I have sinned. 

Pairing: EXO member x Reader (You will have to choose one at a certain point, or read it nine times)

Genre: Smut

Edit: Apparently the first part can be classified under ‘humour’. My sister read this and she was laughing her ass off? I did not intend for this to happen but yeah… If it’s the same for you, enjoy.

Word count: 4670 words

Warning: Phone sex, Oral sex, explicit language.

Punish me:

“No, I’m not a free phone sex service!” I shout annoyed through my mobile and immediately cut the call, throwing my mobile onto the kitchen counter. Once, just once, I had been spotted in public with the members of EXO and that was the result; forty calls a day that begin with either “What are you wearing?” or “Tell me how wet you are”.

My mother is the fixed cleaning lady for the Exo dorm, but she broke her leg a few weeks ago. In agreement with SM, I replace her until she gets better. It is summer holiday and that way I don’t need to search for a summer job.

The guys from EXO are my age, so of course the relationship between EXO and me is different than the relationship my mom has with them. Whilst my mom is more a motherly figure, I am more of a friend. That’s why a few days ago, they asked me to go out for dinner with them.

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Bestfriend Trouble (1/2) | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff
POV: Reader’s and Zach’s (POVs are stated before a section.)

A/N: Hello guys! This is a 2-Part story and both parts are from different requests. This is actually a bit different from the request below but I just really wanted to connect both requests so yup haha. I hope you guys enjoy!

Request: I was wondering if you could pretty please do an imagine where Zach is just hopelessly in love with the reader, he does dorky things to see her smile, his friends always tease him when she walks by, she always catches him staring at her during class or lunch, he gets really nervous when she talks to him and he tries to keep his cool when she’s near but he always fails and is just super cute, just super fluffy.



“Y/N! Y/N LOOK! LOOK!” Zach says through his mouth full of chicken tenders while he sat in front of me.

“Look how many chicken tenders I can fit in my mouth!” he continues as he tries to get my attention and I look at him in disgust, but it was pretty impressive too if I’m being completely honest.

“Zachary stop it, you look like an idiot.” I reply as I go back to reading my History notes. I promised myself that I’ll do better after failing our most recent quiz.

“I’m not going to stop until I see a smile on your face. Stop getting so bothered by that stupid quiz! There’s always 10 more after that anyway.” he says as he removes the chicken from his mouth one by one, chewing the others in the process.

“I need to keep my grades high, you know this, or else my parents will be so disappointed in me.” I reply as I become even more upset, I lean my head down on my notes.

“You’re already the perfect daughter, the perfect student and the perfect girl. No one can ever be disappointed in someone like you. You’re too hard on yourself sometimes, you don’t even see how amazing you are.” he says and I lift my head up to face him.

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better.” I say as lean my chin on my right hand while pouting and Zach gets a sip of my milkshake. When he parted the glass from his mouth, a white vanilla foam moustache was left on his upper lip. He looked like one of those History people we learn about. I purse my lips while trying to hide the obvious smile on my face.

“A-HA! Is that a smile?! I see a smile! Yes! I made you smile!” he beams, fists pumping up in the air.

“You really are an idiot.” I reply as I shake my head at him and hand him a tissue.

“It’s fine. I don’t mind acting like an idiot as long as I can make you happy.” he says while munching on a french fry and I scoff at him.

Zach Dempsey has been my bestfriend ever since we were in 3rd grade when I gave him a sip of my strawberry milk and he threw up all over me shortly after. That was the first time I found out about his very sad allergy. It’s a classic story between him and I. Since then, we’ve been inseparable.

Being bestfriends with one of the most popular guys in school means you’re also friends with the people around him. You get invited to all the cool parties, you get VIP passes at every school event and people automatically think you’re more important than you actually are. It was great, but not always. I missed being with Zach, just him, just the two of us and it was moments like right now that I treasure most.

“Oh by the way, we’re all going to see the new Fast and Furious movie tomorrow night. I’ll pick you up at 7 okay?” Zach suddenly asks.

“Please don’t tell me that obnoxious friend of yours will be coming too.” I say as I roll my eyes.

“Bryce? No no, Justin didn’t invite him.” he replies with a laugh.

“Alright then I’m in!” I answer and get back to reading my History notes.


The next day

I stood by my locker as I get the books I need for next period. Great, I thought to myself, Physics next, my least favorite subject. I sigh in disappointment as I shut my locker door. I turn to my right and a smiling Zach Dempsey was leaning on the locker next to mine.

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Last Night

Originally posted by dceus

Prompt: can you do one where the reader is Tony’s daughter but he doesn’t know the reader and peter are together and he tries to set he reader up with a close friend or whatever and Peter gets jealous ??

Word Count: 1,793

A/N: Written by Claire xx

Your name: submit What is this?

You wake up with your neck aching and your hand resting on something soft and warm. As your eyes slowly open and register your surroundings, you find yourself looking at the piles of books that you and Peter had abandoned during the night. Speaking of Peter, you were half tucked into his side, his slow breathing dusting the side of your neck.

You smiled softly, sitting up to move the books off of your bed and snuggle deeper into Peter, wrapping your arms around him and surrounding yourself with his warm scent.

The alarm comes on what feels like seconds later, jolting the two of you awake. Peter groans, rubbing his eyes. You’re already sitting up again, slamming your hand on the alarm to stop the obnoxious beeping as your heart rate begins to return to normal.

“What time is it?” He moaned, halfway through a yawn.

“Um,” you checked the clock. “6:30. You better get out of here before my dad gets up.”

Peter curses, beginning to gather his books from the floor and running a hand through his sleep-mussed hair. You took a moment to appreciate him; the rising sun through the window painted him multiple shades of gold and his messy hair waved over his forehead. His voice was low with sleep, and you couldn’t help but smile at the way he looked at you.

“I really didn’t mean to crash here last night, sorry Y/N.” You were already rolling his comments off.

“Oh, please, you know I never mind.” You grinned at him, leaning forward and kissing him on the cheek.

Your smile was reciprocated on his face. “What time did we even fall asleep last night?”

You began tying your hair up, thinking back to the previous night. The last thing you remembered was leaning against the palm of your hand as your eyes began to shut with exhaustion, Peter’s fingers absentmindedly twisting a strand of your hair, listening to the gentle sound of his voice as he talked you through the equation again. “I have no idea.”

The sound of a door shutting heightened awareness in both of you as you exchanged wide-eyed looks. “I really gotta get out of here.” Peter finished cramming the last of his things into his backpack, pressing a kiss to your forehead before turning to leave. You grabbed his wrist before he could leave, pulling him in for a sweet kiss before pressing your forehead to his.

“I had a nice time last night, Parker.”

“I’ll see you at school, Y/N. But now I really have to go, you know I don’t want to but if Tony Stark catches me in his daughter’s bedroom this early in the morning, we’ll have some problems.”

You laughed, pushing his chest away. “I’ll see you later, Spiderman.”

The last thing you saw before Peter’s head disappeared behind your door was his blinding smile, dimples and all, before he was gone.

By the time you came into the kitchen, coffee was already waiting for you on the counter. Your father was seated, scrolling through the news on his tablet. “Late morning, Y/N?” He didn’t even have to look up.

You grimaced. “Yeah, big science test today. I stayed up to study.” You sipped your coffee, reaching to grab cereal from the cabinet.

“You didn’t forget about tonight, did you?” You freeze, looking questioningly at him.


“The Thompson’s are coming over tonight, we have to talk business but they have a son for you to entertain.”

You made a face. “Entertain?”

Your father shrugged at you, his familiar boyish smile tugging at his lips. “One way or another, he needs to be distracted. I’ve heard he grew into quite a handsome young man, who knows what could happen?”

“Dad…” You groan, nudging his shoulder with yours. Ever since you had asked him to not be opposed to the idea of you dating, he had done a complete 180 and insisted on “looking out” for you everywhere he could, doing everything short of designing your dating profile.

If only he knew that you were dating possibly the only boy that he wouldn’t want you to date.


The dinner was going fine, if not achingly slowly. Harry, the son that was supposedly your age, turned out to be a year older. He was actually quite good-looking, with strong features, and might even have been your type if he hadn’t had all the personality of wet cardboard. He didn’t seem to really want to discuss anything with you other than his mission trip to Haiti and his future in his father’s business, but he smiled along nicely enough to hear your own ideas on what you wanted to do after school.

After dinner, Tony took Harry’s parents into his study for “adult mumbo jumbo”, as he so fondly referred to it, leaving you and Harry in the living room alone. You wanted desperately to take off the unfortunate heels you had chosen for the occasion, but Harry’s stiff gaze didn’t quite make you feel comfortable enough to do so.

“Do you want to watch a movie?” You suggested, your cheeks almost hurting from the smile you had glossed over it. You were desperate to avoid struggling through more discussion.

“Yes, I would love that. Do you have any documentaries you would like to watch?”

You half thought he was joking, but his choice of a political documentary about George W. Bush’s presidency proved you wrong. You weren’t sure if it was your late night with Peter catching up to you, or just the nature of your ever-so-boring company, but you felt yourself becoming more and more exhausted.

When the doorbell rang, you were more than excited to answer. “I’ll get it!” You announced, although Harry hardly glanced at you and you weren’t entirely sure who else would answer it. You checked the monitor on your way to the door and were surprised to find your boyfriend on the screen.

You swung the door open excitedly, already feeling your mood brighten at the thought of even a few minutes in Peter’s company.

“Hey! What are you doing here?” You felt frenzied, almost too excited to have an excuse to leave Harry.

“Oh, uh, I was just testing these for your dad and he said I could drop them off today, I just got off work.” Peter held up a bag, presumably of new tech for his suit. “What’s the occasion?” His eyes roamed over your makeup, stronger than it had been at school, and the dress and heels you were wearing.

“Are those my gifts I hear?” Your dad’s voice rang from behind you. “Ah, yes, Mr. Parker, I believe you have something that belongs to me.”

You stepped aside so Peter could come in, finding yourself facing the Thompsons and Harry as well. Peter set the bag down, surveying the scene before him.

“Right! How rude of me. Angela, Brian, this is Peter Parker, one of my scientists in training.” Tony addressed Harry’s parents, although you’d never heard him introduce Peter like that. “Peter, this is the Thompson family.”

Harry stepped forward, his posture admirably straight. “I’m Harry Thompson, please to meet you.” His hand gripped Peter’s so intensely that you cringed from your position. “I take it you and Y/N are friends as well.”

Everyone’s eyes went to you, and you felt an involuntary blush warming your cheeks.

“Yes, Y/N and Peter are good friends from school.” Tony’s smile brightened just a bit. “You know, Harry, I’m sure Y/N wouldn’t mind making other close friends, if you’re interested.”

Harry nodded. “Noted, sir.” You made immediate eye contact with Peter, trying your best to express how little you wanted Harry to be your “friend”. He was chewing the inside of his cheek, staring at the ground like he was trying not to draw attention to the sting of being called just your friend. You felt it too.

It didn’t take long for your father to use his social prowess to escort the entire group out at the night drew to a close. By the time the door shut, his entire face shifted.

“Dear lord, could those people be any drier?”

Had he made that comment any earlier in the evening, you would’ve laughed in relief and agreed heartily, but all you could think of was getting to Peter and explaining.

“Yeah, although I just remembered that a friend borrowed my notes and I really need them back before tomorrow, I’m just going to go grab them okay? Thanks, Dad.” You spoke so quickly that you weren’t even sure he knew what you said, but he waved you off.

“Oh, and Y/N?” You stopped just short of the door, turning to face him. “I’m one of the world’s most famous geniuses. Give me a little credit with the excuses, okay? Just don’t come back really late from wherever you’re actually going.”

You smiled at him. “I won’t.”


The drive to Peter’s seemed to be much faster than you remembered, but soon enough you found yourself standing on his stoop, your knuckles rapping on the door. He answered in his pajamas, clearly confused to find you there.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?”

“Peter, let me explain, I-”

“Oh yes, please do explain to me how I seemed to have interrupted quite the little date between you and some other guy tonight. I’d love to hear it.” You winced at the hurt in his voice. “Look, Y/N, what’s th-”

You couldn’t take it anymore. You surged forward, your hands seizing around his shoulders and pulling him in for a strong kiss. His hands tightened on your waist, and you almost began to lose yourself before reminding yourself what you had to say.

You broke it off, looking straight into Peter’s eyes. “Tonight was one of the most boring nights of my entire life, Peter. I was thinking about you the whole night, I couldn’t wait until Harry left so I could text you literal direct quotes of all the terribly boring things he said to me.” Your hand found his and you intertwined your fingers with his, bringing them to your lips. “Peter, I-”

He kissed you before you could say anything else, his hands buried in your hair. You eagerly retaliated, wrapping a hand around the back of his neck. He ended the kiss, grinning ear to ear.

“I want to tell your dad about us.”

You laughed, pulling him closer. “Well, if you would let me finish, I was just getting there, Parker. I want to tell him too. He loves you and I can’t imagine why he would turn this down.”

You almost didn’t get to finish your sentence before he was kissing you again.

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.”

in the blood

presenting: the jily royal au no one asked for someone pls validate me i hate writing long fics

It starts at a party.

You’re dancing with your friends, beer in hand, hair held back with a headband, gold paint swiped down your temple, curling around your cheekbones.

Those damned cheekbones and that damned jawline. A bone structure carved from history. You are catastrophically beautiful.

Marlene waves at you; she tells me you’re old family friends. Your chin lifts, corners of your mouth lifting to reveal lines of perfect teeth. Her hands grabs mine and she’s weaving us through the crowds of hot bodies.

“Marls.” You say, pulling her into a hug and kissing her cheek. She screws up her face.

“Boundaries, Potter.”

You smirk at me. “She loves me really.” She scoffs but there is sunlight glinting in her smile.

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😭I Like You Okay? (Grayson x Reader)

Summary: You and Grayson have feelings for each other it’s obvious but you guys never came out to say anything to one another. You finally built the courage to tell him but when he was in an interview earlier when he was asked about you he said you’re just a friend and weren’t his type and it kinda broke your heart. So you kinda gave him the cold shoulder but he eventually realized and ended up confirming his feelings and idk give it a sweet and fluffy ending

Warnings: None

A/N: So This has 3 parts! The others will be posted soon! Sophie Kaczynski, is a character played on 2 Broke Girls and I felt the name fit for a model!

Part 2/ Part 3/ Part 4

“Grayson stop.” I pleaded as he was tickling my sides. Grayson, Ethan, and I were hanging out today and we decided to watch Beauty and the Beast but about a quarter of the way through, Grayson got the idea to start tickling me. Ethan continued to eat his popcorn and watch the movie trying his best to ignore Grayson and I.

“Now why would I do that Y/N?” Huh?” Grayson teases as his finger press and curve into my sides. I giggled and tried to kick him off, except I kicked his cup off of the armrest and on to Ethan, covering him in soda.

“That’s it!” Ethan shouts and he stands up turning to Grayson and I. His white t-shirt now had brown wet splotches from the soda and oil from the popcorn. Grayson leans off of me and looks up to Ethan.

“Sorry about that E. You know how ticklish Y/N is.” Grayson points to me which I smack his hand away.

“Shut up Grayson. You shouldn’t have tickled me in the first place!” I argued back at him.

“I would do it again too Y/N. Don’t test me.” He teases at which he begins to tickle me again. This time he’s tickling more of my lower stomach regions which is one of my more ticklish spots.

“Stop it! Both of you! I’m so tired of this!” Ethan says storming off to the kitchen. Grayson and I exchange a confused look before we got off the couch to follow him.

“Ethan it’s just a little soda calm down.” Grayson says calmly.

“It’s not just the soda. It’s the constant third wheeling of you two. I don’t care if you two like each other, but fucking tell each other instead of making me third wheel everything. I’m tired of getting junk spilled on me.” Ethan peels his shirt off and grabs a washrag to dry himself off.

“What are you talking about? We don’t like each other.” Grayson defends as I feel my heart being ripped out of my chest. Ethan gives Gray a sarcastic are-you-serious look which causes me to chuckle. Ethan looks between Grayson and I and starts to laugh.

“Okay you two keep lying to yourselves, but I have eyes and so does everyone else. I guarantee you’ll be asked about Y/N tomorrow during our interview and ask if you two are dating or something.” Ethan claims as he throws his semi damped shirt back on.

“And I’ll say we aren’t dating. Simple.” I wish we were. I’ve liked Grayson for as long as I can remember. We’ve all been friends for about three years now and I just absolutely adored this man and part of me felt like he felt the same way. Ethan has never been this bold about our flirting, but hearing him say it made me realize he sees Grayson’s flirting too. Knowing that Ethan has noticed our flirting made me feel more confident to tell Grayson I did like him. Ethan scoffed and walked back into the living room.

“Okay while you two keep lying to yourselves, I’m going to go pick an outfit out for tomorrow. Y/N are you still coming to the interview with us tomorrow? I think Gray will be less nervous knowing his girlfriend is backstage.” Ethan teases us which we both rolled our eyes.

“Yeah definitely I’ll be there, if that’s still okay?” I asked shyly. I didn’t know if after all of the teasing that Grayson would still want me there.

“Are you kidding? Of course it’s okay! I need my best friend there because I might fight Ethan on stage.” Grayson wraps his arm around my neck and kisses my temple which creates butterflies in my stomach and leaves me smiling.

“Then yeah I’ll see you two in the morning!” I hugged both of the boys and they went to their apartment down the hall from mine. I walked to my room and flopped on my bed. My phone buzzed and I had a text from Ethan

Ethan👑: Yeah so Gray totally likes you don’t let anything he said tonight discourage you or anything okay?

Ethan knew I liked Grayson. I never even told him, but he knew. When rumors were going around that Grayson was dating Sophie Kaczynski, an instagram model. Ethan saw how I changed. I didn’t hang out with the boys as much as I did before. Ethan and I started to hangout more one on one and he just figured it out. Since then he’s been basically my best friend. Always looking out for me when it came to Grayson. I texted him back ‘okay no problem. See you in the morning’ and I rolled over and drifted off to sleep.


“Let’s go Grayson! I told you to pick your outfit out last night! We’re going to be late and the Uber is here!” Ethan hollers as we wait in their apartment for Grayson to get ready. Ethan was wearing a black shirt with green camo pants and a black leather jacket. I was wearing black ripped jeans with a the twins merch hoodie on. Anytime I went with them to anything I always made sure to wear their merch as a sign of support.

“I’m coming!” Grayson races out of his bedroom wearing a black shirt and a brown leather jacket with black ripped jeans. He looked so good. His hair was even up done in his famous quiff. “Nice hoodie Y/N.” Grayson says and I nodded. I wanted to tell Gray how I felt, but I wanted to tell him after the interview just in case things go down like him getting upset and not being able to focus or me getting upset and not wanting to be around him.

“Let’s go guys!” Ethan pushes us out the door into the Uber as we drive about 20 minutes to the building. The boys showed their VIP pass and I had to show my guest pass to security. We all raced up the stairs before we met with Ellen.

“Hey you guys! Are you guys ready? We’re on in two.” Ellen asks the boys and they nodded with excitement. “Okay you must be Y/N? Wow you’re even prettier in person than on their snapchat with the dog filter on your face.” Ellen says which makes me blush. Ellen called me pretty.

“Ellen! Less than a minute! Go!” A producer shouts before walking away.

“Alright boys let’s go. Y/N you can follow us just stay behind the stage okay?” Ellen asks and I nodded. Grayson looks back at me and flashes me a smile. I flashed one back at him which causes him to giggle. “Wait here.” Ellen says to us as she walks out on stage. She talks some and introduces the boys before they follow after her. They all sit down and talk about many different things. The warehouse, a tour, and what the twins were planning for 2017.

“We have a lot of great things coming this year. We’re so excited to share everything real soon. The warehouse is just the beginning.” Ethan says as he exchanges a smile with Grayson.

“Now what about relationships? Is that something that will be happening in 2017?” Ellen asks and I peep my head up to see their reaction. “Like Grayson let’s talk about Y/N. When will that be a thing?” Ellen asks as the crowd erupts with gasps. Grayson looks frozen, but he then starts laughing.

“Oh no no no no no no No! Y/N and I are just friends. Besides, she’s not really my type anyways.” Grayson was smirking while Ethan was not. He looked back to me to check if I was okay. I wasn’t. I swallowed hard trying not to cry. I could tell Ellen was sort of in shock too not knowing what to say.

“I mean you guys are always on each others socials. I just figured…” Ellen trails off.

“Yeah it’s because we’re best friends. Nothing more and nothing less. Just friends.” Grayson says sternly. His smile faltering to a firm line on his lips. I couldn’t do it. I needed to leave or else everyone would see me cry. I ran off to the exit and went outside. Not knowing what to do now. I texted Ethan letting him know that I was leaving. I called an Uber and waited about five minutes before one pulled up in front of the sidewalk.

“Y/N wait!” I heard Ethan shout as I climbed in the back of the Uber letting my tears fall down my cheeks.

“Where to ma’am?” The driver asks. I gave him my address as we started to drive. “Rough day?” He asks trying to make conversation.

“Yeah. I think I just lost my best friend.” I said as I wiped my tears with my sleeve.


a/n: The pack going to Disney World and Derek meets his soulmate who works there.

warnings: none

“Why are we here again?” Stiles complained for the thousandth time.

Lydia huffed,
“With all of the bad things that have happened to us in the last year I figured we could use a day at ‘The Happiest Place on Earth’.”

Stiles groaned and Derek had to refrain from smacking the crap out of him. In all honesty he agreed with Lydia, they needed to get out of Beacon hills for a little bit. But Disney Land? Out of all places she had to pick Disney Land.

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Everybody’s Bully: A Rant

5:48 a.m. I woke up to write this. Actually I woke up to piss. I have to frequently. Too frequently. That was how I discovered I have a congenital kidney thing that needs surgery. Hope my insurance holds out. Which led me to think of Paul Ryan, my high school bully. We only overlapped for a semester, but it was enough. I was a sophomore at Craig High School. Paul was a junior. By December of that year I would drop out, leave home, and begin fifteen years of peripatetic living (forty-two moves on sublets, pieces of leases, sun porch living, attic living). Was he my worst bully? No. Paul was an entitled golden boy who was part of the ambient hatefulness and ostracism I experienced every day in my town, Paul’s town, Janesville, Wisconsin. I used to joke that beating me up was an extracurricular activity at my school. By the time I was making the joke a decade had passed and while I was out of particular danger, the long tail of abuse and fear was everywhere evident in my life. I drank to excess and withdrew from life a lot. I was afraid on the streets and in crowds. I had a horrible temper and would flare up and lash out at people. I was intermittently estranged from my family and poor with no permanent address. Paul remains powerful in my mind because he’s famous––with his Eddie Munster hairline and Ayn Rand worship–– and when I see his smug face it represents that time as well as the horrible present in which he rules over people. Since 1999, when Paul became a member of the U.S. House of Representatives, I’ve seen that face again and again. His rise as a politician was no surprise. He had been Class President junior year and prom king. He excelled at sports. The Ryans were among the most entitled families who helped develop Janesville, along with the Cullens and Fitzgeralds. It was no secret that the so-called Irish Mafia didn’t appreciate the influence that the General Motors factory had as the town’s largest employer. I was one of the kids whose dad worked at the factory. Paul’s father and grandfather were lawyers and his uncle ran a major construction company. Paul was the kind of bully who encouraged others to do his dirty work. A test run for what he’s become: the perfect politician, the perfect man of power. Years later I heard from acquaintances that the year after I’d dropped out and vanished, Paul and his buddies had t-shirts printed up that said Dunk the Punk aimed at the small contingent of nerdy dye-haired outsiders just trying to get through. Paul and his pals strutted the halls in their Dunk the Punk t-shirts and it was sanctioned by the school, the teachers, and the principal. That’s what they all do and who they are. Once I sat in the school superintendent’s office––this was after the suicide attempt but before the stint in the psyche ward––and he told me “There’s no money for you.” He thought I was looking for money––a handout––because I had a grievance. I only wanted an education free from taunts and bullying. I suppose I wanted justice though I wouldn’t have used that word. Two years later in a hotel room counting cash, I assure you the word justice had been wiped clean away. Two decades later eviction notice in hand and all my spoons bent and black, I laughed at the word. Not that I’m saying there is causation here. But I carry the pain of that time still. Maybe Paul does too. Maybe that’s why he hates social security so much. He associates it with his father’s death when he was 17, feeling helpless. Sure Paul and his family took the social security money––why shouldn’t they have––but now he doesn’t want other people to get theirs. He worked at McDonald’s too. These facts are part of his political mythology. But Paul we’ve all worked at McDonald’s, and not just as teenagers who can use it as a political anecdote. I worked at one in New York the year I burned my career and life to the ground and kicked dope. I was 37 then. I’m Lovin’ It. When I think of Paul now, I see some sort of bad ‘80s movie: the preppy, jocky boys in their Izods and boat shoes at home in their bodies and enjoying the pain of other people because no one is real but them. It’s a lark. They’re having fun. These malignant forces are everywhere now. I doubt any of them can imagine what it’s like to carry feelings of worthlessness and hatred of self and others around for decades.  Or maybe they can. But I’m not looking for common humanity. Not while Paul and his pals figure new ways to make people suffer. How does it feel having gone to school with the Speaker of the United States House of Representatives? Terrible but would I ever have said it was great about anyone? Isn’t that part of this? All these years later, outside of school, family, and church, I recoil at authority. I find even the language around it embarrassing. Power and powerful people disgust me. So Paul is a figure, a symbol––that seems right. Paul reminds me of the past and he’s here now talking but I muted the sound. I know the voice. I’ve heard these guys all my life. Now Paul Ryan is everybody’s bully and there is satisfaction in hearing his name said like a curse, there is satisfaction in hearing people hate him. But it doesn’t last long. It tires me out. What will Paul do tomorrow? The next day? Paul will go on destroying in the name of creation. And when he ceases there will be another bully and another. We can dream of pissing on their graves––like a friend of mine did on the headstone of Joe McCarthy (another Wisconsin monster)––but they always come back horror movie style. I don’t want justice because I’ve seen who gets to use that word. My revenge is that surgery, my revenge is not getting up to piss, my revenge is sleeping through the night, my revenge is life, and I know hatred goes on and on until it stops moving.

Castle on the Hill

Made friends and lost them through the years

Everything looked the same, the houses the streets even the sign that held the towns name looked the same. Riverdale like all small towns never change, maybe that’s why your heart felt warmer as you passed the welcome too sign. You hadn’t lived in Riverdale for ten years yet as your parents drove down the roads you still remember all the memories you had here as a child.

Passing Betty and Archie’s house made reality hit you the fact you hadn’t been here in ten years all your friends would of grown up without you. All the promises you made to keep in touch disappeared when you left the small town. How was you suppose to face them in school tomorrow when they had probably forgotten you.

“I can’t believe we managed to get the old house back, how crazy is that Y/N you’ll be back in your old room before you know it”

You don’t acknowledge what your father had said instead you kept staring out the window. Your old house, your old room being able to see the treehouse the one thing linked to the one person who you hoped forgot about you.

~“Jug I don’t want to leave you, your my best friend in the whole world”

“I know Y/N I wish you could live here with me but you gotta stay with your parents but promise me you’ll write”

“I promise Jughead I promise”~

Just kids you’d managed to keep writing to him until you stopped. You were too busy or well you knew the truth you’d forgotten. You hoped that Jughead had forgotten you that way him seeing you would hurt less.

Unpacking wasn’t hard you made sure the curtains of your room were shut so you wouldn’t be met with the pain of what was, what could never be again. By the time everyone had unpacked no one was in the mood to cook so there was only one place on your mind.

“I’ve rung Pop’s Y/N do you mind going to pick it up if you remember the way” you roll your eyes at your mother how could you forget the best joint in town.

Like everything else in Riverdale Pop’s hadn’t changed the dinner was radiating light in the almost dark night. Once inside you felt once again at home remembering the burgers and the shakes you use to stuff down as a kid.

“Hi um pick up for Y/L/N”

“Be just a minute Hun” you nodded to the cook before taking a seat in a booth. A few rows down you could see some kids your age the three of them looked like they were having a good night. But something about the back of two of the heads seems familiar.

“Order for Y/L/N” you stood up ready to grab the paper bag but before you could something, well more like someone caught your eye.

A blacked hair boy that had a crown shaped beanie on his head, as he went to climb over the girl and sit next to her his eyes caught yours. It couldn’t be but of course it was you knew that at some point it would happen maybe better here then in school. The boy and girl opposite him turned to look at you as well, it was the three of them. The three people that in your childhood life meant the most to you.

“Y/N?” Betty was the first to speak up scrambling over Archie she ran towards you engulfing you into a hug.

“Hi Betty” your voice sounding thin as if you were ready to brake down into tears. Archie was next not saying anything he pulled Betty away from you only to have her join again once his now strong arms were around you.

The raven haired girl just stood confused as to why her friends were acting this way. Archie and Betty finally pulled away from you though Betty kept your hand in hers to make sure it was actually you.

“I can’t believe it” his voice was the one to brake the silence, he moved around the girl to stand meters away from you. You was ready for whatever the boy was going to scream at you how he would react.

“Hi Jug” you breath out a name you thought a few months ago you would never say again.

“Ten years and all I get is a hi Jug” you bite the inside of your cheek ready for the rest of the words to come falling out of his mouth. But instead of harsh words you get him hugging you holding you close to him, something new as you still remember that he was never much of a hugger. When you pull away he has somewhat of a smile on his face. Yours showing completely as you stand in-between all your old friends.

“Y/N I’m Veronica since these losers would introduce me” you take Veronica’s hand shaking it before you realise that you should of been home ten minutes ago with food for your parents.

“Guys is love to stay honest I wish I could but I gotta get these burgers back to my parents, Betty, Archie catch up tomorrow I swear we have to walk to school like always” you smile squeezing their hands.

“Veronica I can’t wait to get to know you more, come on Jug be the gentleman and walk me home?” In your heart though you knew you just needed to talk to him more.

He waves bye to the others who completely understand why you asked him Betty and Archie probably filling in Veronica on the relationship between you and Jughead. Both of you saying a finale goodbye before Jughead grabs the paper bag and your hand and walking out the door.

“I’m sorry” both of you say at the same time, a small blush creeping onto your cheeks.

“Let’s not talk about it,kinda both our faults but you’re back now that’s what matters, what I hope is for good”

“I don’t think I ever want to leave this place again, I don’t wanna ever leave you again Jug”

“That’s good enough for me” and like that you was walking hand in hand like you did as children chasing the sunset.

Dancing + Dimples || Jung Jaehyun (NCT) x Reader

Pairing: Jaehyun x Reader
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 2.2k

Desc: Your group is collaborating with NCT U for a special stage. When you and your partner just aren’t clicking, you find that it’s gonna take a little more than just skills to pull off the dance. 

We were in the middle of practicing the dance for what felt like the 30th time when the music suddenly shut off. “Stop, stop, stop!” Danny, our choreographer, yelled. I came undone from Ten’s arms, breathing heavily.    

“Guys, I know you’re all tired and frustrated, but this looks like a complete mess. Where’s the enthusiasm? Where’s the effort?” Danny questioned, throwing his hands in the air. He looked at us expectantly, but no one dared to say a word. “Y/N and Ten, you guys are my main dancers. You’re supposed to be leading this, but I’m not feelin’ it at all,” I practically felt my confidence melt out of my body at his words. Ten and I shared an uncomfortable look. What were we doing wrong?

Danny let out a deep sigh. “Well, since no one has any answers, we’re done for today. Come back tomorrow, when you guys are actually ready to show me something good.” With that, he stormed out of the studio, slamming the door behind him. We all turned to look at each other.

“Well, that sucked,” Mimi, my best friend and group member, muttered.

“Yeah, no kidding,” Doyoung agreed.

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Bed Friends Forever || Taehyung




SUMMARY: You and Taehyung (V) have been best friends since you two were children up to now. He’s become famous and you barely seen eachother. Then one day, he comes to visit you and things you never thought would never happen, happened.

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Got7 Being Jealous And You Not Realising

Hey, can you do one reaction about GOT7 getting jealous? The s/o don’t realise what is happening? Thank u ❤❤

of course, you can darl… sorry for it taking a while I have been a bit busy but I m glad to be making reactions again please don’t forget to request I love you guys and here is the reaction



Originally posted by tuanmarkers

He would see you talking to suga from BTS you were laughing and having fun but being the shy child he is would just leave it until it was the two of you. But when you get home expect him to be clingy. You would be cooking dinner and he would walk up behind you and put his arms around you while resting his head on your shoulder.

‘Whatcha doing oppa’
‘Nothing just showing you I love you’
‘I love you too’
'So how’s suga’
'I knew there was something up your sleeve…. I love you ok only you don’t worry about others cause I chose you ok… I love you’
'I love you too’


Originally posted by got7official

You would be playing with the other members and getting slightly too close for his liking and he would not hide it, he would walk straight up behind you and pull you onto his lap and nuzzle your neck in front of the boys.

'I love you jagiya’

‘i love you too….stop being jealous trust me we are just friends ok..’

‘i trust you I just don’t know if I trust them’

he leans in and gives you a peck on the lips

‘come on hyung… you trust me… right?? and get a room you two’


Originally posted by got7official

Jackson would be straight out honest with you and say

'Jagiya your supposed to hang out with me your boyfriend not bambam’

'We’re just playing Marion Kart hyung you can have her back after this round’

He would become puppy wang and pout until the game was finished

'Now I will hang out with my lovely boyfriend’

'Finally, you’ve been hanging around with bambam a lot more there’s nothing I have to worry about right’

'No I’m only hanging out with him cause we’re the same age and I love you he’s just a friend..’

Jin young

Originally posted by jypnior

Poor Jin young he is too shy to confront doyoung while your backstage at the music show waiting to go on stage your relationship was public but it was very hidden. When doyoung had gone away from you jinyoung went straight to him and told him 

'Hey, doyoung… I know you and Y/N are friends but I just don’t like the touchy skinship going on… like you can be friends just tone down the skinship ok..' 

'Yes thing I didn’t realise what I was doing made you feel uncomfortable' 

'It’s ok' 

He handled everything in a kind and mature way he then went to you and told him what he said to doyoung and then he gave you a peck on the lips and said 'Only I can do that ok' 

'Yes oppa’


Originally posted by yjarssunshine

Poor baby wouldn’t know what to do but I think he would just put up with it and act clingy when the other person went away. He would just stand there and watch it and shake his head of course without you knowing. Jackson would come over and ask him 

'Why don’t you just talk to her' 

'Because I don’t want to be awkward…plus I trust her I just don’t trust him’ 'OPPA come here for a moment’ you yell at him to come over 

'Yeah jagiya' 

'I want you to meet my cousin Y/C/N ’

'Hey’ said your cousin, while sticking out his hand 

'Hi’ youngjae said shyly 

'You ok oppa' 

'Yeah I’m fine…just was thinking something silly' 

*internally thinking omg I’m such a doofus*


Originally posted by whatwhot

You were pulling pranks on the other members with the help of yugyeom you had just scared the living hell out of Jackson and you and yugyeom were laughing like hyenas over in the corner while bambam just looked at you unamused of what he was seeing. He was seeing his girlfriend laughing with another man. 

'Hey jagiya can I talk to you for a moment' 

'Yeah oppa’ 'You love me right' 

'Of course, why wouldn’t I….. wait are you jealous' 

'Awwww I love you ok I was just having some fun with yugyeom cause we don’t get to hang out a lot anymore' 

'Yeah but you should hang out with me not him' 

'I’ll hang out with you tomorrow just let me have 1 day to hang with the boy’s then I am all yours' 

'Fine I guess that’s ok as long as you stay in the dorm tonight in my room ;)' 

'Yes oppa’


Originally posted by chichangyu

He is straight up brutally honest when it comes to him being jealous it would go something like this 

'Yah Hyung give me back my girlfriend…. ' 

'but I want to hang out with her she is my friend too' 

'Yah but I want to hangout with her… Y/N who do you want to hang out with' 

'Ummmmmmm well seeing as I was with you all yesterday yugyeom I think I should be allowed to hang out with youngjae for 1 day please oops it will just be 1 day' 

'Fine but only because you are so cute ok… you have until 5 pm ok then your mine for the rest of the night ;) ok' 

'Ewww get a room yugyeom' 

'I will tonight with Y/N' 


Whatta Man

For the Drabble Game can i do Jooheon with the song ‘Whatta Man’ by i.o.i?

Disclaimer: I don’t own gifs/ images used.

Originally posted by jookyun

Jooheon had always considered himself a good person, really. He hardly tells lies, and when he does, they’re to make people feel much better. He cares relentlessly about his members, and he never actually punches the dog that barks constantly during stupid hours of the night - however tempting.

But when he laid eyes on you for the first time, he wondered what Godly figure had decided he was worthy of such an angel. Maybe that was the alcohol talking, but he had decided you were the most beautiful being he had ever seen in his entire existence and he existed.

The room almost felt hotter with you in it, the alcohol tasted more sweet on his tongue. The bar was full of people; pretty girls, his band mates, gorgeous men, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from you.

Your friend nudged you, directing her eyes towards him. You looked at him. He decided that your full profile was even more delicate and romantic. He imagined walking over and sweeping you off your feet like any good prince in a fairytale. Instead he smiled at you from afar, hoping his stare was inviting and not intimidating.

Before he could even think of getting up to go and talk to you, you had already stumbled over. His lips curled at how adorable you looked even though you were clearly already heavily under the influence of the intoxicating liquid.

“Hey, are you doing okay?” He asked, reaching out to place his palms around your lower arms so you could stable yourself from falling.

“I’m fantastic, actually.” You told him, slurring a little at your words. He chuckled.

“Here, let me help you onto a stool.” He got down from his stool so he could wrap his arms around your waist and hoist you onto a stool that was backed against the wall so you’d have support for your back. Once you were safely in the seat he called the bartender for a glass of water.

“Water?” You enquired. “You straight edge?”

“No, but you’re going to have a killer headache tomorrow unless you take care of yourself now. I think you’ve probably had a lot to drink.”

“Way too much.” You agreed, laughing.

“Any reason why?” Jooheon questioned .

“Boyfriend cheated on me so my friends decided I should come out and get drunk. I feel good now, but the alcohol is only numbing the pain for a while. All the emotions will come flooding back tomorrow.”

Jooheon found himself wondering how anyone could cheat in the first place, nevermind on someone like you. “Your asshole of an ex isn’t worth your time.”

“Whatta good man.” You smiled, shoving his shoulder lightly.

“What do you mean?” He asked, smiling.

“You. you’re a good guy.”

He smiled, “I could take good care of you.”

You laughed, sliding over your phone. “Punch your number in, will you?”

He didn’t need telling twice.

Love Me Again 1 || Newt

Summary: The reader and Newt used to be together until he was sent into the Glade. Years later, the reader sees him again and tries to restore his memory of her. Multi-chapter.

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“Alright, Group A is in,” Janson announced. “Your assigned subjects are listed by the door. Once you know where to go, a file of their history is available once you enter the lab. Good luck.” He exited the room.

You bounced on your feet in anticipation. Some of your friends looked at you nervously for the same reason. They knew of your little work romance with Isaac. Your superiors tolerated it as well, Isaac being the charming man he is. Well…

You haven’t seen Isaac in years.

And here you are, about to see the list that was about to determine whether that’ll change or not.

One of the seniors in your group, Jon, took the list and read it aloud.

“Listen up, guys. I’ll only say this once.”

The crowd of junior nurses hushed.

“We need two people to hold Subject A2 down. That’s Thomas, as we don’t use their real names anymore. Bella and Mike are going to do that.

For Subject A7, Minho, we have Paul. He doesn’t need much supervision – he seems to be calm since he got here.”

As names of your coworkers were being mentioned, they nodded and entered through the door behind Jon.

“Right. Subject A6, Newt.” Jon glanced at you briefly. “We have Y/N.”

You’re going to see Isaac again.

“Just a note for you, Y/N, Janson was quite hesitant to assign you to Subject A6 for obvious reasons. Don’t initiate emotional contact. Stay professional. If you do anything suspicious, I’m going to have to reassign you to another subject, probably Subject A7. Understood?”

You didn’t mind seeing Minho, but of evidently, you wouldn’t want to see him over Isaac.

“Got it, Jon. Thanks.” You breathed deeply.

“You got it. Good luck.”

“I’m gonna need it,” you muttered, entering the lab and searching for Isaac’s file.


You made your way down the hall, scanning for the familiar head of blonde locks you haven’t seen in forever.

You saw Minho first, running a treadmill. He met your gaze calmly, and his brows knit when you kept your eyes on his longer than he expected, but he didn’t say anything

He was your big brother figure before he was sent into the Glade. He always looked out for you, took care of you. He was the closest thing you had to a family.

Now, all he was was a pair of suspicious eyes and a guarded demeanor.

You let your gaze drift back to the lab. It was mostly closed curtains, but one.

“Newt? You inquired.

The lanky blonde turned to you.


He was definitely taller – he built more muscle, his face was rougher, his gaze harsher.

The Maze ruined him.

“Yeah.” He responded silently.

You swallowed your tears down as you walked closer. It felt like trying to swallow pebbles.

All you wanted to do was kiss him. Hold him back from harm’s way.

“I’m here to check you,” you announced, setting his file down.

“Check me?” he repeated.

“Yes.” You breathed deeply. “You were very much deprived of a lot of things out there… I’m here to make sure you’re all right.”

Your words probably sounded creepy to him, but you didn’t care. It was sincere. It didn’t cover how you felt, but you settled for that.

“Who are you?” his voice was threatening. It wrung your stomach.

“My name is Y/N. But I doubt that helps at all.” You began setting your tools out. “I don’t know what you’re thinking, but I mean well, trust me.”

He scoffed. “I’ve been lied to bloody enough, thank you.”

“I guess I can’t do anything about that.” You sighed, picking up the syringe, keeping it out of his sight.

“How do you people know our names?” he demanded.

“I’m not allowed to say,” you mentally face-palmed. Letting your guard down in front of Isaac was inevitable. He saw through you, always. He knew you as well as he knew himself.

But this wasn’t Isaac.

“Huh.” Was all Newt said.

“Anyway, I’m going to have to check a few essential things… weight, height, blood pressure…”


“Please just go with it. No questions, because I won’t answer them.” You pulled him up to stand. You gestured to the height scale. “Please stand there.”

You took a notebook and tried to level it with his head. You stood on your tip toes.

He was definitely taller.

You decided to savor this moment – it’s probably the closest you’re going to be to Isaac, having your nose almost touching his chest.

He smelled different, too. You barely caught a hint of his old smell.

Snapping you to reality, he cleared his throat, annoyed.

“Right… I’m sorry. 5 foot 10.”

He hummed.

You then checked his weight, eyes, and tongue, trying to stay focused as Newt was practically glaring at you.

“I have to check your heartbeat now. Please sit.”

He obliged.

It was pretty hard to stay professional at this point.

Then you remembered…

“Would you mind if I lift your shirt? It’s… how people check heartbeats.” You finished lamely.

“Do whatever you need to do.”

His shirt rode up as the stethoscope explored his back.

Then his chest.

It was more toned than you remembered, but taking note of his glare, you stayed focused.

Or tried to, at least.

“You watched us in the Glade?” he asked, his tone still strained.

“No. That’s not my job. I work here, in the lab.” It’s not fault he asked you questions, right?

“You knew Thomas?” he asked after a long while.

Of course, you knew who he was referring to. You hesitated, but it’s just Isaac, after all. But what he knows could be used to escape WICKED, thus might make you lose your job.

Screw that.

“Yes. We weren’t close, though.”

“And Teresa?”

Teresa was a reserved girl. She didn’t talk to anyone at all, except Thomas, whom she had a small, brief romance with.

“We weren’t friends, either.”

“And they’re the only people from our group that you worked with?”


You sat down beside him and began to update his file with information.

“You’re not wary of the fact that I’m fishing for information?” his tone started to grow warmer.

“No. It’s normal, isn’t it? To ask questions?”

“You expect me to ask questions, then?”

“I’d like it if you didn’t, but yes.”

“One last question, then.”


“You think trapping people in one place and wiping their memory out is good, like they claim it to be?”

“No. But I don’t have any other choice.” You sighed, stopping your writing to meet his eyes.

“Why not?” he leaned backward as if to criticize you.

“I have nowhere else to go.”

“Come with us.” He suggested. “Help us find a way out.”

Sheer terror filled your veins.

But running away with Isaac always has been a plan between you two. Weeks before the day you two planned on running away, you were discovered and he was sent into the Glade.

Running away now still sounded oddly appealing.

“Well?” he licked his bottom lip.

“You don’t know me, Newt. And I technically don’t know you.” You hoped he’d catch on to your hint. “I can’t trust you.”

It was true. He could abandon you once you helped them out. He isn’t Isaac. He doesn’t love you.

“You think trusting you is easy for me?” he retorted. “And you said technically, what are you on about?”

You stayed silent, not knowing what to say. Why did you even hint on anything?

“You know me, don’t you? We were friends before I lost my memory.”

And then, you were reminded that Isaac was a smart guy. Beyond humanly smart. He was an asset to WICKED.

“Who are you?” he demanded.

“Please don’t make me answer that. I could lose my job.” Being honest with Isaac was never wrong, that couldn’t change, right?

“Then come with us.” He pleaded. “Then tell me who you are.”

“Please know that it isn’t easy for me.” You reminded.

He nodded.

“You’ll be coming back here tomorrow for a follow-up interview with me. I’ll be sending up one of my friends up your room after you all have been interviewed. Just follow him and move fast. He’ll lead you to me.”

“How are you so sure your friend won’t tell on you?”

You and Isaac had a lot of friends who supported and offered to help with your plan of escaping. You already had a game plan ready, all prepared by Isaac beforehand. All you have to do is tell your friends when to play the plan out.

“I trust them. Are you in or not?”

He looked around warily, then nodded.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N.”

Jang Su Won 101: Jang-Hub

While all the other members had been friends with at least one of each even before they came together as jekki, Suwon was the only one who had a formal audition and was a ‘stranger’. And he often says he became a member just so that jekki can have one more member than H.O.T.

But ironically, Suwon was the ONLY one who kept in touch with all the members for 16 years, and the one who wanted a reunion the most.

1. Suwon and Jiwon

I almost forgot, my dongsaeng Jang Suwon finally gets discharged in two days and comes back as a singerㅋㅋ Jekki fans rise~~~ (Sorry) Good night^^*

-10/18/2011, Jiwon’s twitter

Jang Suwon discharged… Good job Suwon, I’m proud of you

-10/18/2011, Jiwon’s twitter

2. Suwon and Sunghoon

I’m just seeing my friend… Why do people have so much to say about it

-09/06/2013, Suwon’s twitter

Is everyone doing well?ㅎ Tomorrow, our Sunghoon-ie’s new song is coming out.! Everyone please leave everything behind and listen to it tomorrow at 12.! You’ll do it without me telling you to, anyways. This is an order!!ㅋㅋ Thank you, and I beg youㅎ

- 04/14/2014, Suwon’s twitter

3. Suwon and Jaeduck aka J-Walk (one post will not be enough to cover the history of these two)

Jaeduck: To be honest, we still don’t know why Jekki disbanded. We need to do it again someday. But even if Jekki can’t get back together, I’m never going to separate from Suwon. It was Suwon who helped me get back up after Jekki disbanded.

Suwon: When we debuted as J-Walk, people said things like “What can the two of you do? Things are different now”. So we worked even harder so that we won’t disappoint our fans. Maybe that’s why we’ve gotten comments about how our music is more mature than jekki’s. One day, Jekki will get back together. But not now. We have to work hard and improve ourselves before that day comes.

-2002, J-Walk Interview

People have been saying he should use this as a chance to become a solo artist Jang Suwon. Jang Suwon laughed and dismissed this saying ‘No because Jaeduck hyung will desert’. “I’ve never been apart from Jaeduck hyung. Even when we couldn’t do anything for 3 years because of issues with our company, he was there with me. Members of Clon and Can are around 10 years older than us but both groups are still together. Sending Jaeduck hyung to military, I thought I want us to be like them. I’ll just remain as a J-Walk member.”

-2008, Suwon’s Interview

4. Suwon and Jaejin

Ay~ Drunkard do you still live in alcohol barrel? Come down to Gangnam! Call me when you do~ Also I’m adding you on Cyworld~ Your nose is still big^^

-10/20/2004, Jaejin’s wall on Cyworld

5. Suwon and Jiyong

Suwon: Do you want me to call him right now? We’re still in touch, and I just saw him recently. And actually, not too long ago, Jiyong’s name appeared #1 on trending search. So I texted him ‘Why is your wedding such a big deal’, and he said he was surprised too. From his perspective, he wasn’t trying to tell people about it so it must’ve been a little overwhelming. But we think it’s a good thing. People still remember him, and care about him.

-12/05/2013, J-Walk Interview

6. Suwon and the fans

^Suwon meeting his fans in 2015 at a restaurant; this is honestly so precious and made me realize how close he is to his fans. For a while, Suwon kept two phones so that his fans could text him. He used to sing at old fans’ weddings too. 

Sometimes it really amazes me how smooth he is in terms of relationships. He seems to have a really solid understanding of each member, and knows how to compliment them and make them feel better. He’s so good at making fun of them, but also knows the perfect timing to stop. People call him a robot, but deep in his heart, he knows us fans think of him as a superstar and he prides in that. Humble, but confident. 

Let’s all appreciate Suwon. His self-esteem, his smoothness, his loyalty, his singing, his dancing, and of course, his face.


Taking Castiel to the park would include:

•he’s like a big man child, he will literally play with the children

•no need to try and find him he’s by the swings, slides, the monkey bars

•he made friends with little kids but it’s cool they all get along just fine

•parents think he’s either gonna kidnap their children or he’s just weird

•just watching him from the bench with other moms like ‘Yup that’s my man child’

•getting weird glances from strangers who walks by the park, mainly the police

•probably pushing the kids on the swings

•picking flowers with little girls

•playing kick ball and tag, maybe hide and seek

•he’s making friends but it’s time to leave, sad castiel

•promising him you will come back tomorrow

•getting ice cream to cheer him up

Nemesis Mine

Chapter 1

Chapter 2. Baz.

Simon is starting to heal. It’s been a few days and I’ve been watching him almost constantly, usually when he’s not paying attention (I’m always looking at him when he’s not paying attention). I notice the way he carries himself and how he never flinches when his shoulder or his arm brushes against a wall or bumps into another student, so I finally decide that he’s really fine. He hasn’t been seriously hurt.

He looks up and smiles when I walk into our room, collapsing in my desk chair.

‘Hey, Baz,’ he says. ‘Long day?’

Simon communicates in shrugs and fragmented sentences. We’ve been roommates since we both started at Watford at the beginning of the year and after a few weeks I realised it’s just the way he is.

‘You have no idea,’ I say with a groan. ‘My tutor is a complete git.’

He’s flicking a pen back and forth between his fingers, and it flies across the room. He blushes and laughs.

Simon also blushes easily. I try not to have too much fun with it.

‘Look, do you want to go out for dinner?’ he says casually once he’s retrieved the pen. He sets it down on the desk and folds his arms.

I raise an eyebrow. Simon loves the food we get in the dining hall, especially the fact that our meals are included in our accommodation and are already paid for, meaning he can eat as much as he wants.

‘I would love to,’ I say, and his entire being seems to light up. (Fuck.) ‘But I can’t. I’m behind on my assignment, and I’m busy tonight.’

He pouts. ‘Behind as in due in a week, right?’

I roll my eyes. ‘Yeah, so?’

‘So that’s not behind by most people’s standards, smart-ass.’

I smirk. ‘Fine. I’m barely on time with my assignment.’

‘Great, then you can go out with me,’ he says with a winning smile.

Words, Simon, I want to chide him. He’ll either not use them at all, or he uses them to imply things that he probably doesn’t mean.

‘Nope. Sorry, Simon, but I really am busy.’

Sometimes I just want to say fuck the superhero life and walk away from my family. I’d much rather go out for dinner with Simon than go chasing bad guys. (The chasing itself isn’t even so bad. It’s what comes after.)

‘Doing what?’ He sticks out his chin and stares me down, defying me not to give him a straight answer.

Oh, Simon. I wouldn’t lie to you if I didn’t have to.

‘Meeting friends,’ I say, avoiding his eyes.

Meeting friends in dark alleys in the middle of the night. That’s what I always imply, and it sounds dodgy enough that he knows not to ask any more questions. I suppose Simon thinks I’m in some sort of gang or something. It seemed like the most plausible excuse as to why I keep coming back hurt late at night. Soccer practice stopped sounding believable after the first two weeks.

‘Right, meeting friends,’ he echoes. ‘Guess I’ll see you later then.’

‘Yeah, later, Simon.’

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Do I? - Jaime Benn

A/N: I’ve written this one for @minourouss. I hope you like it, boo.

Word Count: 1314

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol

Originally posted by flyersphiladelphia

“Guys, I am way too sober for this” I say, trying to sit back down on the couch.

We had had our last exam of the semester this morning and we were celebrating it. The night was perfectly scheduled, dinner at our favorite Mexican restaurant, drinks at the newest pub in town and hit the club right after that. We were all dressed to impressed and ready to run this city, and I was all for it until we got to the pub and found out they were having karaoke night. We found a couch with a small table and we sat down as two of my friends went to the bar and ordered our drinks.

“(y/n), you should go up there and show them how it’s done” and it started, my friends pushing me out of the couch, yelling at the host that I wanted to sing a song and I trying to use my sobriety as an excuse.

“C’mon, we have heard you sing a million times. You are good” my friends kept pushing me. “Here, bottoms up and get ready to rock and roll” they say, handing me two shots of tequila.

I look at them and I know I have no choice so I drown both of the shots and walk down to the stage, where two very drunk ladies are singing, I’m too nice to say that they are destroying, “holding out for a hero” by Bonnie Tyler. I take the time to look around while I wait, the pub is not packed, but there is a fair amount of people there. God, I need another ten shots, pronto.

“What are you singing, doll?” the host asks me and I look at him, that was a hell of a good question.

“Mmh… I think I’m gonna do Do I by Luke Bryan” I answer and he nods, looking for it on the computer.

“No pressure, but we kind of need a good show after this” he jokes, looking at the two women who are having trouble staying on their feet.

I give him a nervous smile and wait until he hands me the mic and helps the last artists down the stage. I take a deep breath and go up.

“So… I don’t really want to do this, like at all” everyone laughs at my comment and that gives me the courage I need to keep talking. “I don’t want to do this, but today it is our first night of freedom after finals and I’m taking one for the team, so here I go”

I give a small nod and the music starts playing. I’ve always liked this song, from the moment I first listened to it. I know every single word, I don’t need to look at the lyrics on the monitor, so I just walk around on the stage. I look at my friends and they are holding their hands on the air, swaying from left to right and making me laugh. The song ends and I give the crowd a shy smile as they give me an ovation, or at least it feels like an ovation to me.

“I was kidding when I said we needed a good show, but thank you for that, it was amazing” the host says and I feel my cheeks heating up.

I walk back to my friends and they stand up, making a scene as they yell my name and ask me for autographs.

“Ok, stop it. You’ve embarrassed me enough for the next hundred years” I scowl at them, sitting on the couch and grab my drink, ready to get as wasted as possible.

We listen to a couple of songs, laughing and cheering as the people on stage are our favorite artists when the bartender brings a bottle of champagne to our table. The bottle is tipped by a lit sparkler and brings everyone’s attention to us.

“Excuse me, we haven’t ordered th…” my friend tries to tell the man when he pulls a note from his pocket and gives it to me before walking away.

I look at it in shock for a couple seconds while the sparkler keeps lighting up the room.

“What does it say?” “What is it?” “How is it from?” I snap back to reality and open the note to find a short text.


JB 14


“(y/n), I think Justin Bieber is flirting with you” and all of them laugh as I look around the room, trying to find the mysterious man that has paid for an overly expensive bottle of champagne.

My eyes travel all over the place before they find a pair of big brown eyes staring at me making me blush, and I thank God for the darkness of the room. I know very well who he is and I mentally face palm myself for not figuring it out before. I give him a shy smile and he smirks, mouthing “cheers” and holding up his glass while I shake my head and bite my lip. He turns back to his group of friends and I do the same, finding all the eyes set on me.

“Is that who I think it is?” yeah, my friends are hockey fans too.

“I suppose it is” I answer and let go of the breath I didn’t know I was holding.

“Girl, hook us up. Tyler and I could have a good time” my friend Alyssa says and I roll my eyes.

“I don’t think it works that way, Al” I mutter, drinking the rest of liquor I have in my glass. I’m quite tipsy by now, the alcohol is kicking off and I feel quite floaty. “C’mon ladies, let’s go to the club”

We get on our feet, ready to go, when my brain decides that it is a good time to be brave.

“Hold on” I say to my friends, turning around and heading to the VIP space in the pub.

Jamie is talking with some of his friends when his brother elbows him and cocks his head in my direction. Jamie looks at me and gets up, meeting me half way. I’m sure he doesn’t want to have this conversation in front of his friends.

“Thanks for the champagne, it was very kind of you”

“You are welcome. It got your attention, so it is money well spent” He smirks and my heart flutters

“It definitely did” I give him a shy smile.

“Hitting the clubs?” he asks, looking at my outfit.

“As I said, first night of freedom” I laugh “going out tonight?”

“No, we are just having a couple drinks to unwind a little” he explains and I turn my head to look at his friends. All of they are part of the Dallas Stars and all of them are staring at us “big game tomorrow”

“Well, do me a favor and kick some ass tomorrow?” I joke around.

“Will do…”


“(y/n), that’s a pretty name” he looks right at my eyes and I swear I’m gonna faint “you should come to the game tomorrow”

“Sold out, my friend” I say, annoyed because my friends and I couldn’t get tickets on time.

“It’s good you have contacts then…” He winks at me and hands me his phone.

“Smooth, Benn. Very smooth” I praise him, typing my name and number and handing it back to him “tell my contact to text me the details”

“He will do it gladly” he smiles and looks over my shoulder “you should go before your friends go crazy”

I turn around and I see them pointing at the door and making weird dance moves.

“Gotta go” I say, turning around and walking towards my crazy ass friends. “see you around”

We leave the pub and walk for around three minutes before I get a text from a number I don’t know.

Stay out of trouble, young lady.


I raise an eyebrow and I’m about to text back I get another message,

And by trouble I mean guys.


  • what she says: i'm fine.
  • what she means: ok so how did Brian Jones's death become so wrongfully depicted in the media? It's reported that he died under the influence of drink and drugs and became "just another sad rockstar that died drugged and drunk" but first of all the postmortem found little to no evidence of drugs in his system and his blood alcohol level represented the equivalent of just three and a half pints of beer, and people that knew him, Keith Richards included, noted that it was indeed very strange that he drowned in such a short period of time in his own swimming pool while broadly sober, because Brian was a very strong swimmer and very acrobatic in water. Anna Wohlin, his girlfriend of three months and a key witness, maintains that Brian had stopped taking drugs (except for sleeping pills, which he did NOT abuse) when they met in April of '69 and also maintains that Brian was NOT sad, devastated or felt any sort of betrayal against the Stones members for sacking him, he was actually quite relieved (also verified by Keith Richards) and that he and Anna actually had planned to go to the Hyde Park gig so Brian could publicly show he had no hard feelings about leaving the Rolling Stones. He had wanted to get out of the band for some time and wanted to get together a new band, Bill Wyman remembers that Brian was phoning people up about creating a new band before he died and that he called Bill being very excited about it. Anyway, back to what i was saying earlier. Also present that night was Frank Thorogood, a minder aggravated after being fired by Brian on the day of his death because he wasn't doing the building work on Brian's house properly. Brian had expressed guilt over having fired him to Anna and worried he had sounded too harsh on Frank so he invited him back for dinner that night (steak and kidney pie). They later took a midnight swim in which Frank ultimately were left alone with Brian after Anna went inside to take a phone call. And ok so Brian was no angel and used to tease Frank calling him "old man" and while in the swimming pool that night he had teased Frank a little and grabbed his ankles dragging him down. Anna says that she left them to answer a call (that turned out to be from a friend of hers in London) and that Brian was in good shape and spirit when she went inside, and that she believes she was inside for a maximum of 10-15 minutes. Also present was Frank's friend (and rumored lover) Janet Lawson that went inside to find Brian's asthma inhalator that he asked her to get. She looked around the house for it and eventually went to the kitchen where she was met by Frank, she described him shaking to the point he hardly being able to light his cigarette and she sensed something was wrong and rushed out to the pool where she saw Brian laying still at the bottom face down. She (unable to swim) started to shout at Frank to help her but he ignored her cries for help and Anna who was upstairs heard Janet scream "something has happened with Brian" and ran down the stairs where she saw Frank standing there "shaking like a leaf" trying to light his cigarette, she then continued running out, jumping in the pool retrieving him from the bottom and trying to get Brian up on the pool edge, which she wasn't strong enough to do, so she screamed at Frank to help her, in which she said in a (swedish) radio documentary in 2008; "I screamed at Frank to come help me, and then after a while he came dawdling, he didn't seem very interested to come and help me.". She and Janet tried to massage Brian's heart and do CPR and Anna didn't want to believe that he was dead so she just kept on trying but when the ambulance showed up he was declared dead. Anna has always maintained that she didn't think Frank killed him intentionally and that it was horseplay in the pool that went wrong. Terribly wrong. This is also supported by Thorogood’s alleged death bed confession to Tom Keylock, the Rolling Stones driver, in 1993. Tom Keylock repeated his friends confession on Crimewatch in 1994 and told Classic Rock magazine; "In 1993 I went to see Frank in hospital and he said: 'It was me that done Brian.' He was very tired. I said: 'I'll come back tomorrow, and [you can] tell me more.' But he died during the night. I never found out the specifics." AND THEN MY FRIENDS at the inquiry both Janet Lawson and Anna Wohlin (separately at different times and occasions) have claimed that the inquiries were under unfair conditions and Janet Lawson broke her 40 year silence and said in sworn testimony to investigative journalist Scott Jones (in which all information in this post from Janet is taken from), shortly before she died of cancer in 2008, about the inquiry; "A pack of lies, the policeman suggested most of what I said. It was a load of rubbish." The inquiries were held at 3-4 am., she was nervous, confused, and mentally and physically exhausted and were told that she were able to give another statement later on when she was in better shape, which was untrue and she never got to give another statement, so she eventually just said "yes" to the suggestions of the police. PC Albert Evans, who was the first officer on the scene, sensed something was wrong upon arriving and later said about Frank; "There was nothing at the time to connect Thorogood with any more. Just feelings." Evans was NOT asked to attend the inquest. A Sussex officer who can't be named but who knows the case very well made claims about how Anna's statement had been produced and said "Wohlin had been given sedatives by the doctor and had to be actually woken up during the interview. The WDC who wrote that statement was told what to write by Bob Marshall (the chief investigation officer). Bob Marshall was controlling it, the evidence that was written down. He was pushing the buttons." Anna herself has also said that she was under sedation and shock. THE WHOLE HANDLING OF THE CASE IS JUST SO STRANGE AND FLAWED.
  • And after the inquiries Anna was given 5 minutes by the Rolling Stones management to gather some stuff from her and Brian's home so they could send her home on a plane back to Sweden, as she said, "I was just a nuisance, I was just a problem. They had to think about the Stones upcoming U.S. tour and they didn't know what I was capable of." She managed to grab some of Brian's clothes and a couple of his hats and then had nothing else but that and the clothes she was wearing and was quickly smuggled out of the house. She has still kept his clothes after all these years, they hang in her closet. It's the only things she has left of Brian, when she a couple of weeks later went back to England and Cotchford Farm to retrieve her and Brian's possessions everything was cleared and gone. She also keeps a portrait of Brian on her windowsill. After returning home in '69 she also discovered that she was pregnant with Brian's child. But had a miscarriage. She has blamed herself for his death, "No.. I should have never gone inside to answer the phone. You know, when it was me swimming in the pool Brian would always make sure to go outside to check on me every 10 minutes to see that I was ok. I should have stayed. It's just a fact, if I had not gone inside, I would have been there and around him, and it would never have happened. I will always blame myself for it." She couldn't even attend Brian's funeral, something she deeply regrets today.
  • How Brian Jones's death has been portrayed in media is so flawed and wrong and it's been 46 years, HE DID NOT DIE UNDER THE INFLUENCE OF ALCOHOL AND DRUGS AND I DEMAND JUSTICE FOR BRIAN, HE DESERVES IT. (and if anyone would like me to translate the whole radio documentary with Anna Wohlin let me know)