and then it stopped and literally i was the only one carrying a laptop

the no bullshit guide to getting your shit together: for the lazy student

Let’s be honest: time management and organization? They’re really hard. Sure, at first you might feel like you’ve gotten the hang of them, that you’re in control of your life. But how often have you fallen off the wagon? Procrastinated on one thing and the next moment, you’re behind in all your classes? I know that sometimes laziness feels like a part of who you are, but honestly, fuck that. Do you really want to give up your success for the disinterest of a moment?

If your answer is no (it better be no, or you really need to get your priorities straight), let’s get to it. 

STEP ONE: BE HONEST WITH YOURSELF

“This class doesn’t even matter.” “I don’t care about my grades.” “I can finish this the day before.” Sound familiar? You might feel great now, but when you’re staring down at your report card later, it’ll feel like you just got punched. 

This is a cliche, but the greatest obstacle to your success is yourself - especially the lies you tell yourself! Sit yourself down and be honest about what you need to improve on. Be as blunt as you can, but for god’s sake, don’t throw yourself a pity party! There’s no use agonizing over what you can’t change. Instead, set realistic, achievable goals, and make a game plan. Struggling with math? Go to extra help. Behind in all your classes? Stay in for a couple nights and actually work. 

STEP TWO: STOP WITH THE FANCY SHIT

Now you know what your goals are, but maybe you want some inspiration, so you log on to tumblr and are instantly bombarded by all these beautiful, well lit shots of the most gorgeous bullet journals, planners, and notes. Impressive, right? Well, I’m gonna let you in on a little secret: they’re all useless! A simple phone planner works just as well, if not better, than a fancy agenda, because you’ll always have it on you, it’s not a hassle to carry around, and you don’t feel obligated to make it look pretty. 

Riddle me this, where are you going to find all this extra motivation to keep prettying up your bullet journal? To write all your notes in perfect, colour coded printing? There aren’t many times in life where taking the easy was out will actually benefit you, so take advantage! Stop wasting your time; get a phone planner and write your notes in your natural goddamn handwriting. 

STEP THREE: CLEAN YOUR ROOM

Yep, your entire room - not just your study space! This one can be put on the back burner for a bit if you’re on a really pressing deadline, but I wouldn’t recommend it. I’m notoriously messy, and if I don’t watch myself, I’d find myself in dirty-laundry-and-old-notes hell. A little bit of organized chaos is fine, I even encourage it! But try working when your desk is covered in mounds of paper and you have nowhere to put your laptop – it’s just not conducive to success. 

Keeping your entire room clean is a way to stave off stress, frustration, and even embarrassment, because nobody wants to show potential roommates how much of a mess they are. 

STEP FOUR: ACTUALLY WORK

Yeah, I know what you’re thinking: “actually work? Who does this girl think she is?” I’d probably think the same thing, except I’ve learned the valuable lesson of sucking it the hell up, and you will too. When you get home from work, grab a snack and work. When you have a free period, figure out what’s due and work. Stop reasoning yourself out of work: you’re not going to finish this later, and that will be on the test. There’s really not much to say about this one, because it’s the step that requires the most raw effort, and you’re really only going to find that within yourself. Tell yourself what’s at stake, and realize that, by setting the standard for your mediocrity now, you’re potentially trapping yourself in a cycle that will last for years. 

STEP FIVE: CUT YOURSELF SOME SLACK

Maybe you’ve been on top of your shit for a day, a week, or even a month, and that’s really great. But then… you fail. You miss a deadline or you bomb a test. So what do you do now? Do you allow yourself to fall back into your old habits? Fuck no! Everyone fails, even that studyblr with those perfect bullet journal photos and a perpetually clean study space. I’m going to tell you something that’ll sound really strange: you should value your failures, especially if you worked hard to avoid them. What?! Be HAPPY about failing when I actually TRIED? Yeah, you heard me right. If you don’t know how to handle failure, then when you inevitably experience it, your reaction will be much worse. 

Failing hurts, and boy, I know how embarrassing it can be. But learning how to deal with failure, and especially how to keep trying after it happens, is an invaluable lesson. 

STEP SIX: TREAT. YO. SELF.

Disclaimer: I’m not suggesting you treat yourself after the most basic of tasks, because please. Treat yourself when you know you goddamn well deserve it. Remember that “all work and no play makes jack a dull boy.” If all you do is study and do your homework, then, pardon my french, your life sucks. If you don’t have friends, play a video game! Eat an entire jumbo chocolate bar! Indulge in whatever the fuck you want, you deserve it. I’m someone that has trouble prioritizing future benefits over immediate gratification, so by allowing myself little pleasures, I save myself from crashing and burning. 

Hope these tips helped, but remember to take them with a grain of salt - you’re you and I’m me, and different things work for different people. Good luck!

Terrible Twos(Batboys)

Bruce:

  • Okay let’s get something straight.
  • This man has only had to take care of kids from like 10 and up.
  • He never had to deal with an actual child.
  • Jesus Christ this man is so unprepared.
  • And with his genes, it’s probably much worse.
  • But hey, you’re the best at hide & seek.
  • If you thought he didn’t sleep before that oohh boy.
  • He’s probably crying internally.
  • Screaming children are not his thing
  • But let’s get another thing straight,
  • He still loves you.
  • With all his damn heart.
  • And he will do his best to protect you and make you feel loved.
  • He probably reads every parenting book he can find
  • Before eventually going to Alfred.
  • And man Alfred is a f**king champ.
  • He knows everything.
  • Meanwhile everyone is panicking and frantically searching for you, Alfie over here just casually pulls the cabinets open and picks you up.
  • “Aren’t you a curious little lad/lady? Just like your father.
  • (I think this turned into an alfred headcanon lmao)
  • Alfred helps Bruce set the bed time(god does this man even know what a bed time is??)
  • He also help with proper foods.
  • But let me tell ya.
  • No matter how busy Bruce is, no matter where he is, he manages to always read a bedtime story, and wish you sweet dreams.
  • If anyone were to ever hurt you, whether it be emotional, physical, or mentally, he will give them hell.

Dick:

  • My oh my
  • My boy has so many nicknames for you.
  • And they’re all weird as heck.
  • Every weekend he steals you(no, literally jumps through your window and kidnaps you) for a playdate.
  • Takes you out for icecream and to the amusement park a lot
  • You’re spoiled rotten because of this guy.
  • Honestly is probably the easiest to bond to.
  • But he doesn’t spoil you too much.
  • At some point in time, Alfred puts his foot down.
  • Movie nights of Disney are frequent.
  • So many recordings of his baby sister singing and dancing.
  • If Bruce somehow isn’t able to read to you, he’s over in a flash with 3 books, reading them to you. 
  • Later, when Bruce is back, he reads to you the next night.

Jason:

  • Probably has so many shirts with funny texts on them
  • “Touch my sister punk and I’ll knock ya into next week”
  • Carries you around everywhere.
  • All his teammates coo at you.
  • Meanwhile Bruce is having yet another heart attack.
  • One time he found you with his helmet on wobbling and trying to act like him.
  • He dies(again)
  • Tough Brother TM
  • He babies you though.
  • Like if you cry 11/10 times he spoils you.
  • He just doesn’t like seeing his sister cry.
  • Bizzaro loves playing with you though.
  • He makes sure not to be rough when playing though.
  • AFTER ALL YOU ARE JUST THE TINIEST HUMAN HE HAS EVER SEEN

Tim:

  • Surprisingly, it isn’t Bruce or Dick who are the first to be there when you have a nightmare.
  • He’s always there.
  • He is so overprotective too.
  • Sets extra cameras around your room and the manor.
  • So when you stir awake from a nightmare, he stops what he’s doing and sits down with you, bringing his laptop with him to continue working.
  • Bruce walked one time to find you both passed out next to each other.
  • You were clinging to his hair but Tim did not care at all.
  • “TIM MOVE YOUR COFFEE!!”
  • “Oh….oH SHIT DON’T DRINK THAT
  • Lets you sit on his lap while he’s working.
  • One time you actually helped him with his work.
  • He couldn’t figure out a code and he was almost there and you pressed on of the keys and YAY code solved.
  • Still to this day thinks it’s coincidence. It probably was but-
  • He can never be mad at you though. Like, sometimes you’ll get into things an he just sighs and moves you away.
  • Don’t get me wrong though, he does tell you that what you did was bad.

Damian:

  • “They are my blood sibling therefore we have more connection and I’m of more importance to them”
  • Yeah okay Dami.
  • Dude your room is like, overflowing with pets.
  • I mean you as a kid appreciate it but Bruce cannot keep track of every animal to feed, and how to keep Jason from not eating them, and jesus christ is that another chicken-
  • “What do you mean she can’t hold a sword?”
  • DAMIAN SHE’S TWO
  • If you show him your drawing he gives honest criticism.
  • You probably don’t understand half of what he’s saying.
  • So you giggle and move on.
  • He keeps all of your drawings though.
  • He shows them off to Jon a lot.
  • Jon gives him a confused look but enjoys them nonetheless.
  • “Dami!”
  • “YOU HEAR THAT SHE SAID MY NAME PEASANT SCUM!!”
  • LANGUAGE
  • “Scum!!”
  • DAMN IT DAMIAN
— off limits | 04 (m)

pairing— kim seokjin x reader
genre/warnings— smut, dom! Jin, dare I say fluff…? followed by an ‘oh shit’ moment
words— 12,051

:: summary— you’ve been lusting after your brother’s best friend for a while now, ever since you met him at a house party, flirting it up a storm as you failed to realise who the other was. That was months ago now and things are still awkward, but you can’t ignore the sexual tension that’s simmers between the two of you…and it keeps getting worse…

 » 01 :: 02 :: 03 :: 04 :: 05 :: 06 :: 07 ::

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The Friendly Wager (Part 2)

Summary: AU. Reader and Bucky Barnes are neighbors and best friends. After yet another bad date, reader comes home to find Bucky with his typical weekend target. They decide to make a wager about dating, but is there more on the line than reader cares to admit?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,613

Warnings: language, fluff, sarcasm, complete and utter denial, social drinking

A/N: This is my submission for the lovely Kait’s ( @bionic-buckyb) 5k AU Challenge. Congrats on the followers, friend! My prompt was “Can you please come over so I don’t feel so alone?

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Originally posted by upper-east-side-elite

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Little Bit ft. Yoongi

Originally posted by mn-yg

Drabble game #73. “You don’t have to stay.” 

grumpy policeman!yoongi au, childhoodfriends!au aka fluff, some angst
→ 2.7k words, dedicated to the one and only beautiful @dailydoseofdia! thanks for requesting bb <3 I hope you like it :’)

A/N: This is highly inspired by Strong Woman Do Bong Soon! Hope you like it! Request more here!  


“Um, so I’ll just take the couch.” 

He frowns at you, sending you a withering scowl that has you clutching the pillow closer to your chest. 

“Are you kidding? I’ll take the couch.” He rolls his eyes and sits down on his couch, making it a point to glare at every single pillow and magazine in the living room. 

You bite the inside of your lip, unsure of what to say. 

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no guarantees

When the knock falls on his door in the middle of the afternoon, Chowder is so grateful for the distraction from his homework he could cry.

He gets up, opens the door, and smiles–it’s Farmer, and she has a cardboard tray with two carry-out cups from Annie’s in her left hand. Kissing her briefly in greeting, he grabs one of the coffee cups. (It doesn’t matter which he takes, since they both drink it the same way anyway-no cream, two sugars.)

“You just saved my life, Cait,” Chowder informs her, sitting back down in his chair as she sits cross-legged on the bed. “I’m pretty sure another two minutes of staring at this screen and I’d, like, snap. Like those people on the news who are just, you know, postal workers or whatever, but then one day out of nowhere they try to stab a nun or something.”

Farmer raises an eyebrow. “That bad, huh?”

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Sick - Request

Requested by @buckybarnesaddicted:  Hey can I have a request ? 😄 I have a cold at the moment and feel like reading a one shot where “Sherlock is taking care of you when you’re ill ” if you attached any gifs it would be awesome !!!

Pairing: Sherlock x reader

Word count: 2,763

Warnings: None.

A/N: Ugh, I need this right now but in real life. Also, I suck at adding gifs, my apologies.

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Originally posted by caratomi

Have you ever gone underwater and tried to listen to the conversation being held on the surface? Well, that was how (Y/N) heard everyone that day. Distant, confusing, overwhelming.

Have you ever smelled something so disgusting you instantly feel like fainting? That’s how (Y/N) felt that day, even if there was nothing to be smelled because her nose was blocked.

Have you ever been hung over and trying to act normal? Go to work, talk to people, even going outside to the sunlight. It’s annoying, like a hammer hitting ones skull every time a noise can be heard, and the sunlight feels like burning one’s eye orbs and just the thought of living feels like a nightmare.

Have you ever been so tired you feel like you can’t move? That was (Y/N). It was almost as the invisible elephants had tied invisible weights to her limbs just so it was harder for her to move. Or even more logically, like a prisoner who gets to carry the black berry around for a whole day.

But she coped with it. She followed John all over London, making questions, doing research, chasing after people and stopping to have something to eat in between all of that. She did it without complaining, only because it had to be done.

To be a Doctor, John was very distracted – or too much into his job – to notice she was sick. Maybe because in London the weather usually gets healthy people to have red noses – without mentioning the massive amount of makeup (Y/N) had tried to avoid looking like a character from Zombie Land – or maybe because (Y/N) wasn’t complaining, but either way, John had no idea she was sick.

Eventually, their work finished with a black eye on John and a few dollars less from (Y/N)’s bag. The two friends said their good-byes and went to their own ways. John returned home to his wife, and (Y/N) went back to Baker Street to give Sherlock the information they had gotten.

“You look terrible.” Sherlock commented without looking up from the files on his hands.

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tattyboo03  asked:

For the autumn Drabble requests: maybe a shance one where Lance is all like "I love autumn!" and goes outside and ends up falling asleep in a pile of leaves? Then Shiro finds him and he's really feverish and shivering. Shiro has to take him to his apartment to warm him up <3

You are literally so freaking good at coming up with prompts. I love this! 

It’s a quick glimpse of red and gold that pulls Lance’s focus away from his thesis writing and toward the small window facing his desk. His eyes follow the leaves whipping past his window, leaving his heart swelling with a heated joy for autumn. 

He spares a glance back to his laptop screen, eyes scanning over his unfinished sentence before he pushes away from his desk and races around Shiro’s apartment. He slips on his boots and jams his arms into a light jacket before he’s darting out the door and down the steps to the ground level. 

It takes him only a minute until he’s shoving the main apartment complex doors open and sucking in a sharp breath that has his chest pushing forward with crisp, fall air. It’s equal parts refreshing and painful, with biting winter air shooting across the cool breeze, but after being cramped in Shiro’s apartment staring at a computer screen for hours, Lance will take it. 

He makes a beeline to the small cluster of trees to the left of the parking lot, and it’s as if stepping into a different world. Leaves crunch under his boots with each step, and they rain around him until he throws his arms out and twirls around them with his head tilted back toward the faint pink sky. 

It’s just what he needs- a break from his thesis. For the next two hours, he snaps pictures to Shiro, who’s on his last few hours at work, and plays within the falling leaves. It’s childish, sure, but he’s always been a bit of a kid at heart. He makes pile after pile of leaves and flops into them, and it’s his seventh pile of leaves that he drops onto where he struggles to get back up. 

For the last thirty minutes or so, exhaustion’s been creeping along Lance’s bones as the remaining daylight gives way to a dark sky and bright moon. Lance lies in the pile, arms stretched out on either side, and stares at the silver moon through the gaps in the trees. With each blink, his lids grow heavier and heavier, and before he knows it, he’s drifting off. 

*****

Shiro pulls into a parking spot with a low sigh. Work was hell to say the least, but Lance’s pictures helped, until they stopped rather abruptly. Still, Shiro isn’t concerned as he gets out of his car and starts toward the small cluster of trees to see what damage Lance made before going inside. 

He rubs at his arms as he approaches the area, hissing slightly at the sharp breeze that seems to seep right through his thick coat. While it’s still autumn, the nights are getting colder, and Shiro huffs, breath clouding in front of him, as he maneuvers past trees, only to come to a dead stop, heart practically leaping up his throat, as he reaches the clearing. 

Lance is there, much to Shiro’s dismay. The brunet is curled into an impossibly tight ball atop a pile of leaves, and he’s shivering with closed eyes and a pained face. 

“Lance?” Shiro’s voice is quick, panicked, and he drops to his knees beside his boyfriend. “Lance,” he repeats, concern bleeding through his tone as he rips a glove off to pat Lance’s cheek. The second his cool palm meets Lance’s burning cheek, Shiro freezes for an endless moment before sliding a rapid hand over Lance’s forehead. His heart quickens at the prominent fever heat; he can’t tell how bad because of the bitter breeze, but it’s certainly not good by any means. 

He doesn’t wait any longer, opting instead to scoop Lance up into his arms and carry the brunet in a tight cradle back up to his apartment. Beads of sweat prickle at his forehead as he takes the two flights of steps up to their apartment, but his focus is solely on the heat of Lance’s fever seeping past his coat. 

It takes five minutes and impressive maneuvering, but Shiro finally gets Lance inside the apartment and onto the couch, and it’s only then that Lance stirs with a gravelly groan. 

“S-shiro?” 

Shiro’s mind is racing toward the bedroom then to the kitchen for hot tea, but his legs have him crouching in front of the couch and brushing damp bangs from Lance’s forehead. “Yeah, Lance. It’s me. How’re you feeling?” 

“F-freezing.” 

“I bet,” Shiro says, voice gentle, sympathetic. “Found you sleeping outside; you’re running quite a fever.” 

“D-don’t know how that h-happened,” Lance mutters against a particularly strong shiver that has Shiro getting to his feet with a frown. 

“You’ve been working hard with classes,” Shiro says as he starts toward the bedroom. “I’ll be right back.” He adds over his shoulder before staying in the bedroom just long enough to gather some blankets. When he makes his way back to the living room, he finds Lance coughing weakly into a trembling fist. 

“These will help,” Shiro says as he unfolds a couple of blankets and drapes them over Lance’s shivering form. “I’ll go make tea,” he says, but when he turns toward the kitchen, icy fingers latch onto his wrist. 

“S-stay.” 

“Tea will help,” Shiro tries, but Lance’s grip tightens. 

“P-please stay. I’m r-really cold.” Lance mutters, and as if to punctuate his point, a strong shivers rips up his spine. He pulls his arm back under the heat of the blanket but keeps pleading eyes locked onto Shiro’s worried ones. 

Shiro breaks the gaze after an endless moment, never able to compete with Lance’s persuasive eyes, and studies the couch for a solid minute before motioning Lance forward closer toward the edge of the couch. 

It takes five minutes of skilled maneuvering until Shiro’s on the couch with his back pressed against the back of the couch and Lance facing him and curled against his chest. Shiro’s strong arms snake around Lance’s back, keeping the brunet as close to him as possible, and Lance moans lightly out of relief. 

“You’re s-so warm,” Lance mutters, nuzzling his nose into the crook of Shiro’s neck. 

“Okay, Lance,” Shiro breathes along a small laugh. “Get some rest.”  

Lightning

Originally posted by softwintersoldier

Request:  can i request a fic where the reader is the teenage daughter of an avenger (let’s say tony) but she’s super shy/quiet/almost mute/the complete opposite of her dad and something terrifies her (like a thunder storm) but her dad isn’t home so steve comforts her?? idk if it’s a good idea lol

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Summary:  your dad’s on a mission and a thunderstorm rolls in, will Steve be able to protect you from the big bad storm?

Word Count: 1,335

Genre: Fluff

Notes: Guess who’s back, back again, its me and I can’t rap. I loved this idea a lot and i think its really cute, I hope you like it!

reminder that my requests are OPEN and my ask box it almost empty! If you have an idea for a fic but don’t want to write it, shoot it to me in an ask and I’ll write it for you!!


The tower was quiet tonight, a nice change from the normal rowdiness that the avengers brought with them. Not a person to speak themselves, you liked the quiet. There was no need to answer questions or respond to the bad jokes (mainly from your father) or have to mentally prep yourself to be able to speak loud enough for them. You were free to be your quiet self without having to be apologetic for not having the same energetic aura around you like your father. 

Tony Stark was known for being a loud, sarcastic, smart ass that always had the last word so it was a shock to most people to find out that his daughter was such a quiet, mouse-like child. Most people think that something bad happened to you as a child for you to be so selectively mute but in reality you got used to being quiet and listening to your father think out loud from a young age and your silence just became a habit. You liked being quiet, it gave you the chance to hear things that others miss, you knew so much about the avenger that you could write a book(many books) about all of their dirty little secrets. They were all safe with you though, your lips were sealed as always. 

Tonight you sat by yourself in the loft of the Avenger’s tower. Your father and a majority of the other avengers were on an important mission and would be away for a few weeks. It was the beginning of fall, your favorite season.You spent a majority of your days wrapped up in a flannel blanket and sitting in your fathers lab as you did your college homework or in your room with a book in the warm fall light. It was grey and moody outside and you could practically feel the impending storm and it scared you witless.  You had an overwhelming fear of storms and lightning in specific, and normally when it got storm your father would do everything he could to keep your mind away from it. Your dad wasn’t here now though, and you really didn’t know what to do. He went to extremes to keep you away from storms, from soundproofing your room and giving you black out curtains to literally flying you out of state to wait out the storm, Tony did the absolute most to keep his little girl happy and safe.

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What Was It This Time?

Requested by: Anonymous
(Here are the specifics)

Pairing: Reader x Peter Parker
Word Count: 1.8K
Warnings: Swearing, fluff

A/N: Prompts #10: “Don’t flatter yourself. I’m always this awkward.” and #22: “I can’t explain it right now, but I need you to trust me on this.” from this prompt list.

As usual, your eyes slide to the person sitting to the right, one row ahead of you. His head was ducked and you can see him doodling in his notebook, you wonder what kind of things run through such a brilliant mind.

“Mr. Parker, are you paying attention?” your English teacher, Mr. Campbell, calls from the front of the room. Peter’s head snaps up and he drops his pen,

“Y-Yes,” he stutters, clearly lying. You can’t see his face, but you’d bet that his cheeks were flushing red, knowing that he was lying.

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Fresh Start - Part 9

Pairing: Barry Allen x Reader

Featuring: Iris West, Julian Albert, Laurel Lance (Black Siren from Earth-2), Oliver Queen, Thea Queen,

Words: 2632 (I got carried out again. Sorry haha)

Warnings: meta-attack, Arrow spoilers (if you haven’t watched season 4)

Tags: @onceuponateenpanwolfian  @gothesimplethingsinlife @writingsofagirlintomanyfandoms  @kindfloweroflove @dejewskoo @castellandiangelo@moonlightbae14 @jade-cheshire @captainboomerangsunicorn @yohoyohoafandomlifeforme

Request: none

Notes: sorry for taking so long! We had a long weekend here in Spain so I spent it with my boyfriend’s family and I didn’t have my laptop with me. Thank you for your patience and I hope you like it!

PS: thanks for all the support I’m getting with this! Means a lot. Xx B.

PS2: if someone wants to be tagged and it’s not just let me know!

Originally posted by imnotgrantgustin

PART 1  /  PART 2  /  PART 3  /  PART 4  /  PART 5  /  PART 6  /  PART 7  /  PART 8


That night Barry took you home when the sun was showing up on the horizon. You had spent the night by the bonfire laughing, joking, talking about each other’s lives and, of course, cuddling and kissing. It had been just perfect, like it should have been from the very beginning. You were tempted to ask him to stay over but you didn’t want to push it to far too soon, so you two just kissed in his car before he let you go, which was also hard for him. By the time you both fell on your beds that morning, nobody could erase the smile from your face but, of course, you fell asleep immediately.

When you opened your eyes, you found out you had fallen asleep wearing the clothes you had used for the date so the first thing you did was taking a long shower. Actually, you should go to the university since you had class, but you had already missed three of your classes so you just decided to take your day off and go for a run like you haven’t done in a while.

Meanwhile, Barry arrived at STAR Labs still sleepy but with a huge smile on his face. A smile that everyone noticed and of course, they all teased him about it. He didn’t mind though. For the first time, things with you were fine and everything seemed like it was working out.

“So how was it?” Iris asked with a huge smile on her face.

After everything Barry had gone through, she knew her best friend deserved to find that someone and maybe it could be you; so she really was excited about things working out between you two.

“Good. Really good” Barry told her smiling her back.

“But what did you do? Details!” She exclaimed.

“We didn’t do much” Barry laughed scratching the back of his neck. “We…ate, talked, laughed, kiss…a lot” he admitted.

“You kissed her!?” Iris asked.

“She kind of kissed me” he replied as he remembered how he teased you until you kissed him.

“That’s great!” She said hugging Barry as tight as she could.

“Guys, as much as I love hearing about Allen’s love life, we have a meta-attack downtown” Julian said looking at his phone. “Black Siren is moving again” he added looking at the team.

“I got her” Barry said before he speeded out of there.

You had no idea what was going on. One moment you were running downtown and the next one everything was chaos around you. A breach had opened just in front of you and a woman had come out of it like it was the most normal thing in the world. You stopped on your tracks, shocked as you saw the woman opening her mouth and screaming, causing you to cover your ears. It was the highest scream you had ever heard.

Once it stopped you could hear the police sirens coming your way so you decided to turn around and start running but before you did it, you saw the face of the woman and your heart literally exploded.

“Laurel?” You mumbled.

You knew you had to run and get away as far from there as you possible could but you were frozen. Laurel Lance, who died almost a year ago back in Star City, was now in front of you, wearing black leather and being chased by the police. When you said her name, she narrowed her eyes at you before she smirked.

“Silly girl” she said.

She opened her mouth to scream again but suddenly you were caught by something and the next second you were behind a building, away from the scene, feeling confused and disoriented.

“Are you alright?” A voice asked you. You managed to look up to find The Flash in front of you. The scarlet speedster had just saved you. “Are you alright?” He asked again, somehow his voice full of concern.

“I…I think so” you mumbled, still trying to understand what you had just seen.

“You have to go to the hospital” he said.

“No, I’m…I’m ok” you frowned.

He sighed and picked you up again, a couple of seconds later you were at the doors of the hospital and The Flash was nowhere to be seen. Since you were feeling okay you decided to go home instead of going into the hospital. If you went in there, they would probably call Oliver and you didn’t want him to worry about anything and, of course, you didn’t want to tell him you had just seen Laurel Lance in the flesh.

When you finally go to your apartment, you took your laptop immediately and started looking information about Laurel. It was painful to see photos of her and the news about her when her identity as the Black Canary was revealed. But it was there. She was dead and there was no way you could have seen her today. But somehow you had. And you needed an explanation. And there was only one person that could give you the information you needed: The Flash.

You had to find him.

But you didn’t have time to start digging about the superhero since there was a knock on the door. You imagined it was Barry who would have heard about the incident and was there to check on you but you were shocked when you were left face to face with your brother when you opened the door.

“Oliver?” You asked but there was no answer. All he did was grabbing your shoulders to look at you up and down before hugging you tight.

“God, are you okay?” He asked not letting you go.

“Eh…yes” you frowned. “You heard about the attack?” He nodded and pulled away to walk into your apartment while you closed the door. “It was an hour ago, how did you manage to come so fast?” You asked.

“Being the Mayor has its perks. Owning a private jet is one of them” he smiled at you.

“Oh, that jet you don’t let me borrow?” You asked raising an eyebrow.

“You want it to go to the Bahamas. Of course you’re not borrowing it” he said with a smile that disappeared immediately. “What happened? Why were you there?” He asked turning into ‘your older brother’.

“I…” you sighed. “I’m alright. I just went for a run and all the mess happened just where I was. That’s all” you shrugged. You wanted to tell him about Laurel but you knew it was a soft spot for him so you didn’t want to say anything until you knew for sure what you saw.

“How did you manage to escape?” He asked leaning against the back of the couch.

“The Flash saved me” you shrugged as you walked to the kitchen to grab something to drink.

“The Flash?” Oliver asked following you.

“I was as shocked as you are” you chuckled. “That guy is indeed fast. He took to the hospital in less than three minutes” you told him amazed.

“You’ve been to the hospital?” He asked freaking out again.

“Calm down, I’m fine. I didn’t even go inside. I was feeling okay and I didn’t want them to contact you” you said as you handed him a soda which he took. “Obviously, they didn’t even need to do it” you added with a smirk.

“I’m your brother, do you really believe I was going to stay in Star while you had been attacked?” He asked. You shrugged with a small smile before something popped into your head.

“How did you know I was there?” You asked.

“I saw a video on the news and I recognised you” he explained immediately.

“Oh…good” you nodded taking a sip from the soda. Then, there was another knock on the door. That was for sure Barry and you wasn’t ready for Oliver to meet him. Not just yet. “It’s unlocked!” You exclaimed praying it was anyone but Barry.

Suddenly, your sister came running into the kitchen, wrapping her arms around you, taking you completely by surprise.

“What the fuck?” You asked trying not to drop the soda.

“I was buying pizza down the street. How are you? Are you hurt?” She asked looking at you up and down like Oliver had done previously.

“I’m fine! Don’t worry, really. You didn’t have to come all the way here for god’s sake! A call would have made it and you had just been into the hospital!” you told them exasperated.

“You could have lied” Oliver shrugged.

“And I’m alright” Thea assured you.

“Thanks for the trust” you replied rolling your eyes which made him laugh. “Don’t worry” you told Thea, “I’m alright. The Flash saved me” you shrugged.

“The Flash?” She asked raising her eyebrows.

“Yes” you laughed. “He’s kind of the superhero here, it’s his job to save people” you laughed at their looks.

“Yeah, you’re right” Thea laughed as you walked to the fridge to grab another soda for her. “Now that you’re okay…shall we have lunch? I bought pizzas” she said.

“I love you so much for that” you said. “I’ll grab the plates, you go and opened the boxes. Oliver, take the napkins from the left cupboard” you ordered.

The three of you sat around the table and started eating as you asked them about things in Star City and they asked you about college. It seemed like everything was working out for everyone now and you were happy about it.

“By the way, Oliver…” you said when something came to your mind. “You’re in contact with the Green Arrow right?” You asked.

Just like every time someone brought that up, you could see how he tensed a bit. You never understood why but you always let it go.

“Barely” he said looking at you cautiously. “Why?”

“I need to contact The Flash and…I’m sure Green Arrow knows how to do it so I was thinking-“ before you could finish your sentence, your brother stopped you.

“No” he said. “You’re not meeting any of them. I will not have it” he said immediately.

“Why not?” You frowned.

“It’s dangerous” was all he said. “And why do you want to contact The Flash anyway?” He asked you.

“I want thank him” you lied. Well, it wasn’t completely a lie, you did want to thank him but you needed to know who you had seen earlier that day. “He literally saved my life today” you added.

“He saves so many people’s lives and they don’t try to contact him” Oliver shrugged.

“No one has ever tried” you shrugged.

“Let it go ok? I’m not giving you a way to contact the Green Arrow, let alone a meta human. Period” he said serious.

You were about to say something back but when you saw Thea’s face you knew it wasn’t the best idea so you sighed and let it go. You would have to find another way. A couple of hours later they finally left. Oliver had some things to do before the day was over so they said their goodbyes and left, leaving you alone to rest.

“Aren’t we going to visit Barry?” Thea asked Oliver when they were finally on the street.

“No. I don’t want him to know I have a sister, let alone that she’s here” he sighed. “I want her away from all this” he added.

“I agree” she nodded as they made their way to a taxi.

Once you finished cleaning up the apartment, which was a complete mess, you locked the door and laid down on the couch with a blanket over you, ready to take a nap. But, for the third time, someone knocked on your door. Obviously, the world had decided not to leave you alone that day. With a sigh you got up and walked to the door, unlocked it and opened to find Barry on the other side.

“Barry!” You exclaimed happily. Definitely, you didn’t mind if it was him who knocked on your door. “What are you doing here?” You asked.

“I heard about the attack and I saw you on the news” he said coming in to wrap his arms around you. “Are you okay?” He asked not letting you go.

“Don’t worry, I’m fine” you smiled hugging him back.

“Are you sure?” He asked pulling away and taking your face in his hands.

“Positive. Don’t worry” you smiled at him. He frowned a bit before sighing and crashing his lips against yours, taking you by surprise. “What was that for?” You chuckled when he pulled away.

“I was just too worried I needed to see you, check if you were fine and kiss you” he smiled a little.

“Well…You’ve seen him, you’ve checked that I’m fine but I’m not sure that kiss was enough” you smiled.

He smirked and pushed the door closed before kissing you again, pushing you slowly until your back met the back of the couch. You were already an addict to his kissed, you didn’t know why or what he had done to you, but you knew you didn’t want to be left without them ever.

“Was that enough?” He whispered pulling away again.

“Not even close” you smirked.

He laughed and kissed you once again, picking you up this time just to lay you down on the couch, with him on the top of you. You wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him closer to you as you played with his hair and his hands ran down your body, making you shiver. After a moment, you were forced to pull away to take some air, but all he did was moving his lips to your neck, immediately finding one of your sweet spots and attacking it, making you moan quietly but loud enough for him to hear it.

Barry smirked and pulled away to look down at you. His face was red due to the hot, just like yours. Still, you smiled at each other and sighed before he laid down next to you, wrapping his arms around you from behind.

“I really got scared today” he whispered. That confession really made you smile.

“Did you?” You asked and felt him nodding behind you.

“I…” he sighed. “Look at me” he said. Carefully, you turned around so you were facing him. “I care about you. A lot. It’s obvious that I like you and it’s obvious that you like me” he said making you smile. “So…we’ve been messing around, playing around for three weeks now and I’m tired of that” he said.

“What are you saying Allen?” You smirked.

“I’m saying that I’ve learned that life is too short to let things go so I want more with you, I want us to be more” he smiled. “If you want, of course” he added.

“Is Barry Allen asking if I want to date him officially? Isn’t that old fashioned?” You teased him.

“Oh alright. Now you tease me” he laughed poking your side where you were ticklish. “C’mon…what do you want?” He asked looking into your eyes.

Biting your lip you allowed yourself to lose yourself in him, in his eyes and his smile. You couldn’t lie, you wanted more too but at the same time it scared you. The fact that last date was amazing didn’t mean he wouldn’t leave you alone when you had the next one. Still, you wanted more. And he was right, life was too short. You had to take the time you had since you never knew when it would end.

“I want more” you said back.

Literally his eyes smiled when you replied. He pulled you even closer and kissed you again, feeling somehow relieved now that he had you officially in his life.

3 Billion Dollars [Part 19] - G Dragon Mafia!AU

Originally posted by hitomebore08

Summary: When your father owes 3 billion dollars to the mafia, he must repay his debt. Although things don’t exactly go the way he hoped.

Genre: angst?? idk really kinda a filler chapter

Warnings: bad writing?? Really crappy chapter?

{part 1} {part 2} {part 3} {part 4} {part 5} {part 6} {part 7} {part 8} {part 9} {part 10} {part 11} {part 12} {part 13} {part 14} {part 15} {part 16} {part 17} {part 18} {part 19} {part 20} {part 21} {part 22}

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A/N: I almost forgot to post this today. Anyways this chapter might be really crappy. idk writer’s block hit me pretty hard. Idk when the next chapter will be out but it might be soon?? Idk. I don’t know if I want feedback for this one, it’s just not feeling it for me. IT IS LITERALLY JUST A PAGE. This one is gonna be real disappointing. I’m not even tagging everything like I usually do. low key hoping the gif makes up for the bad chapter

~ Admin Brooklyn

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It felt good to relax by yourself. It used to be annoying and restless, but now it was quite nice. Ai was curled up by your side. You were annoyed by this cat. The last time you saw him you thought he was injured or worse, but nope. Today the feline struts into the room and hops onto the bed, quickly reclaiming his spot on your lap. You had raised an eyebrow at him. He brushed off your gaze and continued to watch your laptop screen.

“Love you too buddy,” you mutter, focusing back on the screen as well. A few minutes into the relaxing time you had a knock sounded by the door. As you pushed the laptop off your lap, the door opened. Your eyes widen as you saw Daesung. He was breathing heavily, and his eyes screamed panic and he seemed very on edge.

“Infirmary now.” You nodded your head, hopping off of the bed and heading straight out of the door. Daesung shuts it behind you and rushes with you, both of you walking at fast paces. Although with Daesung having a longer leg span, you’re forced to do a little skip to catch up with him every few minutes.

“What happened?” You ask, still trying to keep up with him. His face still held the look of urgency and panic and it seemed to put you on edge. Daesung had always been the most optimistic towards you, looking for the happier and brighter side of things. Seeing him like this was a big change and it was one you didn’t want to see.

“Mr. Kwon collapsed,” he said. Your eyes widen, the news seeming shocking even though, considering his age, you aren’t exactly surprised. Still, Mr. Kwon was somebody close to you. He might not be the closest or the nicest person you’ve met, but he was still there for you. You still confined some of you emotions to him. He meant something to you, and you could only imagine how Ji Yong is taking it right now.

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Ji Yong held his father’s hand as they rushed him towards the infirmary. Constantly checking his pulse as he ran, although he had a hard time doing that and running to catch up with him. At one point he just gave up and ran alongside him, watching as he gets carried on a stretcher. As he walked into the infirmary he started to get angry at your absences.

You rushed through the door about a minute later, quickly washing your hands before going towards Mr. Kwon. Ji Yong looked at you annoyed, and he couldn’t help the comment that slipped through his mouth. “Well looks like you finally stopped being lazy and decided to work.”

You send a harsh glare at him, making him watch his mouth. You quickly get to work, first checking for a pulse, then seeing if his pupils will dilate under a light. You get out a sphygmomanometer and check his blood pressure.

“He’s got low blood pressure. He’ll wake up soon,” you say. Ji Yong’s eyebrows furrow. “Thank goodness that it didn’t get any worse.”

“What does that mean?” Ji Yong asked.

“It could’ve been much worse,” you say. “Fainting, compared to going into shock, is much better. Especially when we don’t exactly have the medical equipment we need available.”

“HE COULD’VE GONE INTO SHOCK!” Ji Yong exclaimed. “WHY THE HELL ISN’T ANYONE MONITORING THIS! WE COULD”VE PREVENTED ALL OF THIS!!”

“Ji Yong calm down.” He glares at you. “He’s okay now, we can stop it from happening.”

“I don’t care,”  he says. He turns to his unconscious dad. “He’s the only family I have left and I need him. I don’t want anything happening to him.”

Self Conclusion (Chapter Five)

Self Conclusion (Chapter One)

Self Conclusion (Chapter Two)

Self Conclusion (Chapter Three)

Self Conclusion (Chapter Four)


Jughead slept fitfully in Betty’s lap for twenty minutes before he asked to be alone again.

Betty busied herself in the kitchen baking fresh bread and cookies while Jughead napped. After an hour and a half, Betty decided to wake him up, bringing a mug of soup, slices of fresh bread and a plate full of cookies.

When Betty opened the door to her dark bedroom, Jughead was lying on her bed, facing her.

“Hi,” She murmured quietly, placing the tray down next to the laptop on her desk.

“Hi,” He answered quietly.

“I know you’re still sad, but -”

Jughead sat up quickly and shook his head. “No, no, that’s just it. I’m not sad any more, I’m pissed off.” His voice rose.

“It’ll be okay, Jug, I -”

“Will it? I-I am so angry that my face is burning up. My blood literally feels like it’s boiling a-and I’m going to be engulfed and all that will be left of me is a pile of ashes and I don’t know how to stop it!”

“Don’t let it consume you, Jughead. I know, easier said than done, but you need to take back control. Get it out of you anyway you can - take a kick boxing class, or -” She couldn’t help but notice the look of distaste on Jughead’s face. “- Or,” She said again pointedly. “Write it down in a journal like me, or write songs or poetry or start a podcast, do anything to get the anger and heat out of your body. Don’t let it burn you up.”

Jughead sighed.

Betty jutted her chin towards her laptop. “Go let it out,” She murmured.

Jughead stood up and wandered to the desk, picking up the plate of cookies instead of the laptop. He popped one in his mouth and made a face Betty couldn’t decipher.

“What? Are they okay? I just made them.”

He shoved another in his mouth and chewed quickly before answering her. “These are the best goddamn cookies I’ve ever eaten.”

Betty blushed slightly and laughed. “Slow down, there’s more in the kitchen.”

“What kind are they?” He asked as he shoved another in his mouth.

“Lemon crinkle cookies. The’re one of my favorites, too. I’ve only made them once before, so…” She trailed off, not really knowing what she wanted to say. “I’m glad you like them, though.”

Jughead sat back down next to Betty on the bed.

“It’ll make you feel better if you pour yourself into something,” Betty murmured quietly.

“I’m already starting to feel better. And actually, I-I’d like to get to know you better. Maybe finish our 21 Questions?”

Betty smiled. “Sure. I think you asked the last one, so I’ll go.”

Jughead nodded.

“When did you first start thinking about… about killing yourself?”

Jughead scratched the back of his neck. “Just like that, huh?”

“I just figured since we’re running out of time we might as well ask the real questions.” Heat crept into Betty’s cheeks.

“Okay,” Jughead nodded. “I  really don’t remember the first time I thought about it. It feels like it’s always been there, creeping in the back of my mind, and it just got louder and louder until I couldn’t ignore it anymore.”

Betty chewed on her lip.

“With every shitty hand I got dealt throughout the years, it got worse.  I’ve heard all my life that I’m a disappointment, or a failure, or a liability and my plan was to prove them all wrong. But the older I got, the more truthful it became, and the plan to prove them wrong got over-shadowed by the voice telling me to end it all instead. I’m just a big fuck-up. I’ve been bullied all my life, and fuck them, cause I don’t need people like Cheryl Blossom or Reggie Mantle in my life, but when the people who are supposed to be there for you through everything, like Archie, or my own mother start to leave, what are you supposed to do?”

“You’re not a fuck up, Jughead. I wish you could see you the way I see you.” Betty pulled Jughead’s hand into hers.

“How do you see me?” He asked quietly.

“I mean, you’ve always been the smartest person I know. And sarcastic. But you’re also the strongest person I’ve ever met. Even when we stopped talking, the way you carried yourself in school, it seemed like you were perfectly okay being by yourself because you knew you were out of everyone else’s league. And being here, now, with me? Stopping yourself from doing it? That takes courage, Jughead.”

“Then you’re courageous, too.”

Betty shook her head slowly. “No, I’m not. Sure, I go up to the Cliffs all the time, but I’m too cowardly to go through with anything.”

Jughead gripped Betty’s hands tighter. “You’re too smart to go through with anything. There’s nothing courageous about killing yourself.”

“There’s nothing courageous about this, either.” Betty murmured, opening her palm to remind him of her crescent-shaped scars.

Jughead rubbed his thumb over them. “We all have ways to dull our sharp edges, y’know?”

“How do you dull the pain?”

Jughead shrugged. “All different ways, I guess.  Did you know I once initiated a fight with Reggie just because I wanted to feel something? I was numb. So being punched in the face was better than that. Writing helps, too. You keep a journal? I’ve been writing a novel.”

“What?” Betty’s eyes lit up, a small smile forming on her lips. “That’s incredible. Why didn’t you say anything earlier?”

“Because if I kill myself, it’s never going to get published. If I don’t want a future, what’s the point of taking about the possibility of one?”

Betty’s eyes started to sting, tears pooling. “I’m sorry I can’t change your mind, Jughead. I know we haven’t been close lately, we haven’t talked in years, but I-I don’t want to lose you.”

Jughead opened his mouth, about to say something, then changed his mind. He closed it again. “You are one of the only people to show me kindness, you know that? And I’ll always be grateful.”

Betty squeezed his hand. “I still have 31 hours to try and change your mind.” She whispered.

“You’ve helped me more than you know, Betty.”

Betty smiled sadly. “That’s the first time you’ve said my name since the 7th grade.”

“I just can’t imagine a world where we leave this house on Sunday and go back to being friends and the rest of the world just magically melts away and the shit stops.”

“The shit might not stop, Jughead, but we could deal with the shit together. I don’t want it to go back to the way it was before - I just thought you wanted to be alone. And now I know differently, I -”

“It might kill me to get my hopes up, Betty.”

Betty cast her eyes down at their intertwined fingers. “Tell me about your mom? And Jellybean?”

“There’s not much to tell about my Mom - she tried. She kept her job at the diner for a while when Dad was working with Fred, but eventually she got fired. When I was little, she used to tell me I was “too much”, whatever that meant. It’s not like I was a hyper kid. When she took JB to Toldeo, it was as if the thought of bringing me along with her never occurred to her. It was just like her and Dad would split the kids down the middle - JB with her, me with Dad, that’s it. JB cried the morning they left, and I promised her that I would see her soon, but I haven’t seen her since that morning. That kid means more to me than anyone else.”

“I’m so sorry, Jughead. I know she misses you, though. Why not go see her?”

“I called my mom a couple weeks ago, she doesn’t have the room for me right now.” Jughead shrugged and stood up. He trudged to the laptop and pulled up Betty’s iTunes library.

“Have you ever played the Music Game?” Betty asked as she saw her music library fill the screen.

Jughead shook his head. “What’s that?”

“You answer questions with songs or song lyrics. For example, my first question: What song would you describe yourself with?”

“Uh,” Jughead faltered. “Creep by Radiohead. What about you?”

Betty thought for a second. “Gasoline by Halsey.”

“What song would you use to describe me?” Jughead asked.

“Maybe not you, but your life: The Show Must Go On by Queen. Same question.”

Jughead took a deep breath. “Not Just A Girl by She Wants Revenge.”

“I’ve never heard of it,” Betty answered sheepishly.

Jughead looked relived. “Your turn.”

“What’s the anthem of your life?”

“Wasn’t that your first question?”

“No,” Betty half-smiled. “That was a song that you would use to describe yourself. This is… this is more like a song that you feel a deep connection to, like it could’ve been written for you.”

Jughead bit his lip for a second before answering. “Degausser by Brand New.”

“Jughead,” Betty murmured sadly. She knew the song well.

“Same question.”

“Breathe Me by Sia, maybe.”

Jughead shrugged. “I’ve never heard it.”

“What song do you wish described your life?”

“My Way by Frank Sinatra.”  

“How would you describe this weekend so far?”

“It’s my turn to ask,” Jughead smirked. “But, uh, To Be Alone by Hozier.”

The heat rose to Betty’s cheeks. “Really?” She whispered.

Jughead nodded.

“Jughead? Will you do something for me?”

Jughead nodded again. He padded back over to the bed and sat next to Betty.

“When fourty-eight hours are over, will you go to a therapist? Or talk to someone? I - I really want to keep getting to know you. And you deserve to see Jellybean again.”

Jughead nodded. “Yeah, okay.”

“Really?” Tears pricked Betty’s eyes.

“Yeah. But you have to, too.”

Betty nodded. “Can I tell you something?”

“Always.”

“I had the biggest crush on you in 7th grade.”

Jughead’s mouth hung open slightly. “Really?” He felt like he was gasping for air.

Betty smiled. “Yeah.”

“Betty I’ve had a crush on you since the day we met.”

She placed her hand gently against Jughead’s cheek. Her eyes were searching his, trying to read him. She leaned forward until Jughead caught her lips between his.

It was soft, sweet, gentle.

They both needed more.

Betty ran her hand to the back of Jughead’s neck to pull him closer. Her fingers weaved with his hair, pushing his hat off his head.

His tongue moved gently against hers, moving his mouth to trail kisses along her jawline and the delicate skin behind her ear.

Betty tilted her head back. Her heart was pounding in her chest.

Jughead grazed his hand over her neck, his thumb moving softly over Betty’s soft lips. She opened her mouth to gasp as his teeth nipped at her neck, allowing his thumb to slip in between her lips. She ran her tongue over his thumb before he brought his mouth back to hers.

“Betty,” he murmured into her mouth.

She broke the kiss only to place one of her legs over Jughead’s, straddling his lap. She kissed him again, gently, running her hands down his back. She toyed with the hem of his shirt.

Jughead pulled away only to pull his shirt off. He peppered soft kisses against her jawline. He returned to her lips with a hunger, nibbling and sucking and needing more.

He brushed his hand against Betty’s stomach, curling his hand around her waist to press her body against his.

Betty raised up on her knees to have him pull her shirt off. She sank back down, shifting slightly so she was sitting on Jughead’s leg. She began to suck on Jughead’s neck, eliciting a moan from his lips. She moved her hips ever so slightly against his thigh, the friction causing the heat to pool in between her thighs.

“Betty,” Jughead murmured, lust filling his voice.

A whimper escaped Betty’s throat in response.

He ran his hands against Betty’s back, gripping her soft skin. She ground herself against Jughead’s thigh once more and pulled Jughead’s bottom lip between her teeth.

She placed her hands at the waistline of Jughead’s pants. “Do you want to?”

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You grit your teeth as you balance all your work and books on one arm and try to unlock the door to your apartment with the other. You have so much work to do, and it’s beginning to get to you. When you finally stumble through the door, you trip over another stack of books you’ve been using for a paper, sending your work flying all over the place - literally. You scream in frustration,

“THAT’S IT! I quit! I’m dropping out! I’ve had enough!”

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You’re in my spot. (1)

Originally posted by r-velvets

I’m not entirely convinced about this, but… This is the firs part, there’s going to be a second part (or maybe more, if I’m inspired). Let me know what you think :D

Prompt: “I’ve been sitting in this seat all semester, why did you decide to sit in it today?”

Fandom: EXO

Genre: College!AU

Type: Fluff?? I don’t know.

Member: Byun Baekhyun

Word count: 2,238


College life. College life has nothing to do with high school. People would think that is rather obvious, but it wasn’t for you. College life is more chaotic, more stressful, more expensive and horrible in general. You see it now, but back when you were in high school you wish someone would have warned you about that before you decided to join the college life. It definitely has nothing to do with what they’ve been selling you your whole life and you feel cheated. You were an idiot. You are still an idiot.

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“It’s lonely here without you” - CrankGameplays (Ethan)

Request:  “It’s lonely here without you” With Tyler or Ethan I guess (BTW I love ur blog)

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Slight language

A/N: Nothing against Ethan’s family! I’m sure they’re all great peeps!

Originally posted by aj-squidkid

You opened your eyes to find you were back in your bed, the duvet tucking you in. A loud groan emerged from your lips as you rolled over to scoot closer to your boyfriend, wanting to be comforted from your nightmare, but was only greeted by cold bed sheets. 

Oh, right. Ethan wasn’t there, he had gone to Maine to visit his family for his birthday. You shivered and scooted back over to the warm side of the bed, reaching towards your nightstand and grabbing your phone.

Ethan had gone to Maine without you because his family didn’t like you. They didn’t approve of the way you did you makeup or the way you dressed, it didn’t match the image of you they had created.

Sighing, you pressed your boyfriend’s contact and called him. It was 3 A.M. in Cali, so you were hoping that he would be awake at 6 A.M. 

The had phone rang about three times when Ethan answered with a cheery “Hello!” It made you smile and giggle slightly immediately cheering you up. “Hey, Blue Boy.”

“Ah, not anymore, Y/N. I’m brown now,” He corrected you smugly, making you smirk. 

“I’ll stop calling you Blue Boy when your chest hair grows in.” 

“Hey!” He yelled, laughing a bit as well. “How rude of you!”

“You better stop yelling, Eth. It’s only Six A.M. there, you don’t want to wake anyone up,” Though you were slightly joking, you were actually concerned. You didn’t want Ethan’s relatives to be mad at him.

“Nah, it’s fine. I’m at a motel, literally, everyone is awake smoking pot.” 

You blinked in surprise, “Why are you at a motel? I thought you were sleeping at your mom’s house.”

“Well, I was, and then we got into an argument-” Before he could finish you sighed.

“About me, right?” You hypothesized. The silence that followed told you that you were correct.

“I can change to make them happy, Ethan. If it means they’ll approve of me, I’ll be willing to change everything about myself.” You knew how happy it would make him if they actually liked you. 

“No, Y/N. You shouldn’t have to change anything about yourself just to please my family. You’re perfect just the way you are,” He argued, making you smile. 

“Thanks, Eth.” 

“You’re welcome. Now tell me about why you called me in the first place,” Ethan said.

You bit your lip and sighed, “I dunno. I had a nightmare again and my first instinct was to cuddle with you, but of course, you weren’t there. So, I called.”

“You had another nightmare? What was it about?” He asked.

“I don’t really remember anymore,” You admitted, now feeling guilty for waking your boyfriend up. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N. Why don’t you ask Mark about it when you go in tomorrow? He probably knows some ways to get rid of bad dreams.”

You nodded, “Yeah, you’re right.”

“I know I am,” Ethan replied smugly, making you chuckle.

The two of you chatted for a bit before he got tired and hung up, and it didn’t take too long before you fell asleep again.

When you came home from work the next day, you came home and sat on the couch with your dog, watching Rick and Morty on your laptop. Suddenly, you got a Skype call from Ethan, which you gladly answered with a huge smile on your face.                    

His face popped up on your screen with a similar goofy grin, making you laugh.

“Look at those chins!” You yelled, laughing at yourself and putting a hand on your mouth to contain it.    

“Don’t you chin shame me!” Ethan yelled back, laughing almost as hard as you did.

“Why did you Skype me? You usually just call,” You asked, rubbing your dogs head as the looked up at you.

“Well, one, I wanted to see (Dog)’s face, they’re such a cutie!” He smiled, putting his chin on his fists.

Upon hearing their name, (Dog) lifted their head and looked at the computer screen. You chuckled and patted their head.

“And I wanted to see you!” Ethan cheered. “How was work? Did you guys do anything special?” 

“Mark tried to carry Tyler and then literally fell directly on his face,” You told him, the monotone voice you used making him giggle.

“Please tell me you recorded that.”

“I did. I’ll send it to you right now.” You picked up your phone and opened your messages app, sending the video to Ethan. He got it a couple seconds later and you watched as he viewed it, giggling slightly as he busted out laughing.

“I’m sending that to Mark.He has to know that I have it,” He paused for a little bit as he saved the attachment and texted Mark. “That is the best thing I’ve seen all day.”

A smile tugged at your lips. “Chica followed me around all day as well. There are probably some videos on Amy’s Snapchat story of that.” 

“There were. There was a picture of it, too. I’m probably going to hang it on my wall.” Ethan confessed, making you blush.

“That bastard. I’m going to spam my Instagram with pictures of her, and you. With your fucking double chin,” You muttered, making Ethan laugh.

The two of you talked for about an hour before he started to yawn. You checked your phone, seeing that it was Nine P.M., meaning it was midnight where Ethan was.

“Eth, you should go to sleep,” You said, sitting up a bit more so he knew you were being serious.

He groaned. “Y/N, it’s lonely here without you,He complained, putting his face in his hands and sighing. “Can you like, stay on Skype until I fall asleep?”

You rolled your eyes, chuckling a bit, “Yes. But I’m going to watch Netflix, okay?” 

His face lit up as he looked up at you and smiled, “Thank you!” He picked up his laptop and set it on his bed, laying down next it.

As you turned on the T.V. and turned the lights off, you could see Etham falling asleep out of the corner of your eye. Once you had turned on Netflix and started watching BoJack Horseman, you looked at your laptop to see Ethan was out. You giggled quietly and took out your phone, snapping a picture of your computer screen.

Notification: Twitter

(Y/T/N): A picture of your laptop, on its screen an image of Ethan sleeping

Caption: @(CrankGameplays) insisted that I stay on the Skype call with him until he fell asleep. Love you, buddy. 

You pulled a few blankets over your body and (Dog) scooted upwards to snuggle with you. You drifted off, your dog in your arms, BoJack Horseman playing in the background, and a live video of your boyfriend sleeping right in front of you.

When you woke up the next morning, the Skype call had ended and your laptop screen was black. (Dog) was over by their food bowl, looking back at you with their tail wagging. You picked up your phone and giggled slightly at what you saw.

Notification: Twitter

CrankGameplays: A picture of his laptop, on its screen an image of your sleeping face, your dog’s face only slightly in frame

Caption: @(Y/T/N) I just woke up to this. Love you too, (Y/N)

It was something the community blew up about. It was all over Tumblr, Twitter, and Instagram. Every time you checked your tag it was filled with screenshots of those two Tweets. It made both you and Ethan very happy, as well as the Team, who swore it was the cutest thing they all had ever seen.

It made you even happier when Ethan came home a couple days later, deciding he’d rather spend his birthday with the person he loved the most. Which, no matter how much he insisted it was your dog, was you. 

I Think I Love You- Jughead Jones x Reader

Summary: You aren’t a very expressive person, so I don’t expect you to be a fan of PDA, but you literally won’t stop snuggling me no matter where we are. I kind of love it.
Pairing: Jughead Jones x Reader
Fandom: Riverdale
Word Count: 620
Warnings: None that I can think of. A couple of swears. Jughead seems a bit OOC.
Y/N= your name
L/N= your last name
Y/H/C= your hair colour
Y/C/E= your colour eyes

Masterlist
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The pitch black living room was filled with the dim lights of movie credits whilst Y/N stroked Jughead’s curly black hair as he laid in her lap.

His soft snores filled the otherwise quiet room, the movie being muted as soon as he had fallen asleep.


The remaining occupants of the room watched in awe as the couple continue to snuggle closer to each other’s body heat. A quiet yawn accompanies Jughead’s rapidly blinking eyes as wakes up.

He opens his eyes to gaze into Y/N’s and they slowly start to kiss, wolf whistles fill the air as the two break apart and turn bashfully away from each other. Jughead moves his head from the Y/H/C girls lap and moves to sit next to her.

The teenage boy puts his arm around her and pulls her closer to his body. The pair remain blissfully unaware of the other people in the room as they tiredly cuddle on the sofa.

Y/N shivers and moves closer to Jughead as a cold wind fills the room and they huddle closer and share body warmth, she pulls the blanket closer to them and Jughead pulls it up so high that his face is only visible. The couple remain so engrossed in each other that they don’t notice the movie end and that everyone else has fallen asleep.

Jughead and Y/N eventfully fall asleep in each other’s embrace and spoon for the rest of the night.
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The harsh fluorescent lights of Pops diner kept Jughead from falling asleep completely as he against his girlfriends shoulder. The girl in question was hurriedly writing away in her notebook whilst Archie, Veronica and Betty sat across from the pair.

Betty’s eyes remained on the couple as Y/N placed her arm around Jughead’s shoulders and pulled him closer all whilst still writing. The blonde haired girl nudged Veronica and motioned for her to watch the pair. Archie, however was oblivious to what was happening around him and stayed utterly engrossed in his cheeseburger and fries.

Y/N’s writing slowed as her boyfriend let out a long yawn and closed his eyes. She eventually shut her notebook closed and leant her head against the diners window, she sat gazing at Jughead and marvelling at his beauty. She looked away from him to find her two female companions staring intently at her and gushing over her boyfriend'a excessive PDA.

“Y/N, is Jughead alright? He seems different lately,” Veronica inquired as she stole one of Archie’s fries, the redhead still unaware of what was happening around him.

“Yeah he’s fine just a lot more affectionate than usual I guess.”

Y/N looked down at her boyfriend who was now letting out soft snores before clicking her fingers in front of Archie’s face to get his attention.

“Mind giving Jug and I a lift home?” She asked.

Archie hesitated before agreeing and and scoffed down the rest of his meal before helping Y/N carry Jughead to his pickup truck.
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The sharp green grass blades tickled Y/N’s legs as she lay on Riverdale Highs oval with her boyfriend Jughead.

Her boyfriend lay next to her, his maths textbook sat long forgotten next to her chemistry one as the pair listened to the soft music that was emitting from Jughead’s laptop.

Y/N turned to her boyfriend and sat up.

“Jug I’ve been meaning to ask why you’ve been so affectionate lately.”

Jughead sat up and twiddled his thumbs together before answering.

“ I guess it’s because I love you.”

His girlfriends face instantly became filled with a smile and she grabbed his face to pull him into a kiss.

Y/N pulled away and brushed Jughead’s black locks as she whispered those three magic words back to him.

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The Floor is Lava

Honestly I love playing this game with my friends.
I also got a request for more Julian, so here it is!
Hope y’all like this one <3

Title: The Floor is Lava
Pairing: Julian Albert x reader
Summary: A simple game of “The Floor is Lava” turns into a face-off between you and Julian.
Word Count: 1,356
Warnings: Food mention
Tagged: @kindnesswins @melconnor2007

Your name: submit What is this?

            "The floor is lava!“ Cisco suddenly yells, voice ringing in the quiet room.

           Julian, who had just step foot into the Cortex, lets out a yelp of surprise, nearly dropping the water bottle in his hand as the room sprung to life. The rest of Team Flash had scrambled onto the nearest object in a sudden cacophony and looked at Julian expectedly.

           "Seriously?” he asks, setting his stuff on a nearby desk before walking across the hypothetical lava ground.

           "C'mon man!“ Cisco complains as Julian crosses his arms. "We’re all playing.”

           Cisco gestures to the rest of the team. He himself was curled up in a rolling chair by the control panel of the Cortex. Barry sat on the desk across from Cisco, Caitlin took a gurney from the med bay, and Iris occupied another rolling chair. Even Wally and Joe had joined in, respectively residing on a table and chair.

           "Absolutely not,“ Julian replies, shaking his head after seeing everyone in the room. "This is just childish.”

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I don’t think I deserve it - Part 5

Characters: Teen!Reader, Sam, Dean

Warnings: Injury, Nightmare, Pain (?), Fluff

Word Count: 1,200 ish (ik it’s short)

A/N: Hello! I’m sorry for the late update, but I just got my computer to work (yay). I wrote this kinda quick and It’s not the best chapter but I felt the urge to update. If you want to be tagged in future parts just ask <3

Masterlist

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Originally posted by heytheredeann

Sam carried you to his room, probably because it was the closest. Carefully he placed you on his bed and began picking on the porcelain pisces. “I’m gonna have to remove your shirt to see if any of these hurt you.” Panicked you shook your head. Just as Sam opened his mouth to answer Dean came into the room, spotting you two.

“Where’s she hurt?” The panic rose within you and the pain was almost too much to bare. You tried to focus on your breath as they spoke, trying to calm down a little. You shut your eyes closed. “Y/N?” Take a deep breath, come on, now’s not the time to get a panic attack. “Hey, Y/N.” You nodded a little, signaling that you heard them. “We have to see how bad your leg is, okay?” As you nodded again you felt a pair of hands coming up to the waistband of your leggings and you inhaled sharply.

The hands stopped right away, but you still held your breath. The other brothers hands came up to stroke your cheeks. You flinched away. Sam’s voice were right above you then. “It’s okay, we’re only going to take a look at your leg.” Before you knew it your leggings were gone and you started to shake. I need to calm down. Even if you trusted the brothers a little more than you should have, considering how you’ve only been in the bunker for almost a week, this still creeped you out.

Sam’s hands left your cheeks and you felt his fingers gently press into your skin around the stitches. “It doesn’t need stitches again, but we have to use bandage so it’s won’t get infected.” You let out the breath you held. Just the mere thought of needles made your eyes water.

“You hurting somewhere else?” You shook your head lightly, praying that Sam or Dean would give you painkillers soon. Sam must have read your mind because the next thing he said was “I can’t give you painkillers for you leg Y/N, you look some like 3 hours ago.” Silent tears ran down your cheeks as you gave up fighting them away.

Dean ran his hand down your left leg, trying to give you some comfort. “The easiest way through this is to sleep.” He said after a while. You nodded, ready to try to limb yourself towards your room when Sam pushed your shoulders down. “You can stay here, it’s okay.” Dean then left the room, saying something about cleaning up the kitchen.

Guilt came crashing down on you. All that mess just because you’re so damn scared all the time. Sam was heading out too, and you didn’t want to be alone. “C-can you s-stay?” He turned around and walked towards your left side on the bed. You were still freezing and laying on top of the covers didn’t help.

He gently got the covers away and on top of you and tucked them in a little on the sides. “I’m gonna go get my laptop and sit here, okay?” You nodded at that and watched him leave the room. You didn’t notice it before, but he had books everywhere. On the floor, on the dresser and even one at the end of the bed.

He had some clothes lying in the right corner, probably dirty. Sam came back with his laptop and a couple of headphones in his hand. He placed them on the bed as he got out of his shoes.

You scooted over a little to the left so that Sam would fit on the bed. The bed dipped under his weight when he sat down. He was sitting with his back against the headboard and his laptop pretty far down on his lap. With his headphones plugged in he started to watch some movie.

Without thinking you put your head on his lap. You felt him tense under you and you were just about to move your head when his hand began to stroke your hair and back. You let out a deep breath and closed your eyes.

You focused on the small patterns Sam drew on your back instead of the pain coming from your leg. The warmth from Sam made you snuggle in a little more into him and soon enough you fell asleep.

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Sam’s Pov

You had been sleeping for almost 2 hours on his lap now. He was happy that you started to open up a little from the cold shell you were before. Of course there was a lot more to work on, especially on the food thing. Sam couldn’t help to notice before how the leggings that was supposed to be tight on you, was baggy on your small legs.

You were literally just skin and bones, and that worried him a lot. The dark circles under your eyes showed him how little sleep you’ve gotten lately and he was thinking that maybe it had to do with nightmares.

The second movie was playing in front of him as you began to move. He saw your lips moving and your eyebrows furrowed. As he removed his headphone he heard you talking in your sleep. “No..’m sorry..”

He paused the movie as he kept his eyes on you. “Clarke.. Stop.. I’m not-” tears leaked from your eyes when you suddenly stopped talking. “Hey, Y/N.” He didn’t want to wake you up after such a short time, but you were having another nightmare and he wanted to wake you up before you got too far away in the dream.

You stirred when he shook your shoulder and you opened your eyes. He felt you take a deep shaky breath, almost as if you tried to calm down. When he moved his hand on your shoulder you flinched. “Hey, it’s okay, you’re safe.”

When you didn’t answer he spoke up again. “Who’s Clarke..?” He felt you tense and he regretted asking you. You shook your head against his lap and sat up. You threw your legs carefully over the bed and went to stand up, pulling the covers away from your body. Sam got up to help, but you just brushed him off telling him you could do it yourself. He backed away and watched you limb out of his room with pain written all over your face.

He sighed, why did I do that? It was clearly something that hurt for you to talk about. Everytime Sam mentioned what happened before they took you in you shut him out and ignored him. They really needed to know what happened but they couldn’t get it out of you. Sam often told Dean to give you some time, but they still worried a lot about what happened to you.

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boyfriend!Jungkook
  • before jungkook even thinks of confessing to you first, he’s going to try and figure out some way to guarantee that you like him before he takes any steps forward
  • this will probably include him teasing you about any “crushes” you have, he’ll probably even pull in taehyung and jimin to help him out and be like “hey…do you know who they like??” and taehyung will start laughing and be like JUNGKOOK YOU LIKE THEM DONT YOU and jimin will be like ???? wait you like them???? i thought you were just curious about who they like??? and basically jungkook learns: never ask for secretive help from the 95 line
  • but at some point jungkook decides that you know what hes just has to tell you because although he’ll never say it outloud, the softness of your smile and the happiness that you bring up in his heart is something he can’t just play off anymore
  • so he does tell you,,,, after like three failed attempts to get you alone and when he does you can see it’s hard for him because he acts like this over confident kid but in real life he’s just as insecure and nervous as anyone else and you know when the three words come out ‘i like you’ they’re the most genuine thing jungkook has ever said to you
  • your first dates are all more like friends hanging out,,, you go to the arcade and battle each other in all the games trying to win more tickets but when you’re like one hundred short of the big teddy bear jungkook gives you the remaining amount and then turns away so u dont see him get red in the face 
  • you go to like the movies, usually comedies or action films and you two laugh and have a good time but it’s not exactly romantic 
  • like your fingers brush in the popcorn and jungkook has like an electric shock run up through him because god he wants to hold your hand but ….. ???/? would you want that???? he needs to know
  • finally after like four or five dates of you just chilling with each other, usually going to crowded places like amusement parks, arcades, or the zoo jungkook is finally like ‘we text all the time, they keep going on dates with me, i can do this. i can kiss them.’
  • and so for the first time ever he invites you to a late dinner and it’s at a small little place tucked away near bighit but the food is really good and jungkook’s like ‘it’s a gem for me and the hyungs……im glad you like it’
  • and you guys like talk….much deeper than before and you learn some things about jungkook that shock you, you know that he’s always putting on the most positive front to keep others happy and sometimes he teases to show he has confidence, but somehow you see that that isn’t always just the reason and you know you spill some personal stuff to and you leave the place (jungkook does not let you pay he was like we could split halves but if jin hyung finds out he’ll call me cheap forever) 
  • and as he’s walking you home he’s looking at you from the side of his eye and he’s like …. their lips….look…..soft……jungkook get urself together
  • and he totally gives himself this inner peptalk and he like leans in a couple times to put his hand on your waist but keeps hesitating and pulling back
  • and u notice ofc but u kinda wanna see him pull the first move but by his third attempt you just stop walking and you’re like ‘come here’ u pull him down by the collar and just kiss him gently and u pull back and jungkook is just……..there are just stars in his eyes but he’s also smirking and ur like???/ and he’s like
  • “you like me a lot don’t you?”
  • and you’re like SRSLy jungKOOK rigHT NOW with tHE TEasing 
  • you wanna hit him but he runs ahead chuckling and you like chase him through the streets its cute heh
  • so jungkook slowly and steadily gets more stable in his confidence to like initiate romantic things with you he starts holding your hand and giving you small kisses, but mostly in private because he has this protective feeling over you like you learn this later but he’s like ‘i want to be the only one to see your face after we kiss….i really like it’ (cheese lord right here)
  • but anyway one day you come over to watch him play basketball with the hyungs and like when his team wins he runs over to like high five you but u lean up to kiss him and congratulate his victory and like literally 
  • jungkook almost falls over on the spot
  • like the boy almost goes down like the london bridge 
  • the rest of bts burts out into laughter like taehyung does NOT Let the maknae live after that
  • jungkook gets a lil pouty at u for it but ur poking his cheek like ‘hey hey,,,, it’s not my fault u got so shocked’ and hes like ‘kissing me in front of the hyungs??? that’s like signing my death wish ……’ 
  • did i mention that dating jungkook also means youre now jin’s child in law basically like he treats you like it
  • makes you and jungkook call him both to make sure you are ok when you’re out on late dates
  • if you don’t jin gives you an ear full on safety precautions and how “you kids” worried him to death 
  • taehyung and jimin become like your best friends
  • taehyung helps you play pranks on jungkook like all the time but like he also plays pranks on you and jungkook like once he ‘accidentally’ leaned his head on your shoulder while you were over for a movie marathon just to see it piss jungkook off and when jungkook put ice cubes down his shirt as revenge taehyung whined to u like ‘ur boyfriend is so extra’ but u were like ‘that’s what u get for fake flirting with me nerd’ 
  • jimin is so soft he’s always like ‘tell me if jungkook is treating you right! ill get on that lil demons butt if he’s not ^^’ and you’re like omg thank u and tbh ur always like scolding jungkook if he says anything about jimin being small or w/e and jungkook is like “ur dating me not jimin stop worrying about him” and ur like “wow taehyung was right u get so extra when your jealous” 
  • jungkook like 24/7: im not the jealous type
  • bts: UHUH Ok .mmmmHMMMM
  • as you get comfortable with skinship you learn jungkook absolutely adores giving you back hugs,,, like if you go in for a hug, he somehow turns it into a big hug
  • buries his head in the crook of your neck, nuzzles your hair, tells you the most cutely embarrassing things only because you cant see his face so he is safe 
  • but also whispers like “i drank all the juice even though you told me not to, sorry babe’ and u turn around to scold him but he’s running away laughing…..this is also a habit of his hehe
  • but no seriously he loves holding you in his arms like that and he is always the big spoon if you nap together
  • he does this thing where he pulls you just closer and closer as he gets sleepier and it’s so cute hehe u can feel his lips on the side of your neck sometimes and youre like “jungkook-’ but he’s already knocked out
  • deep into the relationships like half of your dates are either at the dorm/practice room with you and jungkook like watching anime on some laptop or the tv, usually like you two are laying upside down off the couch or are sprawled out on the floor and jin is always like ‘u two are such children!!!!!! jungkook take them out somewhere fancy!!!!’ but ur like no worries mama jin watching anime and feeding each other like nachos is my ideal type of date rofl
  • jungkook always lets you borrow clothes when u come over to the dorm
  • like he has this endless supply of big flannels and white t-shirts so ur always like laying around wrapped in the sleeves of his big flannel and namjoon is like smh is that your couple item? a damn flannel? and u and jungkook are like we are a simple couple
  • if u wear something cute jungkook doesn’t really comment but if you ask like ‘do i look nice?’ he gives you this smile slash smirk and you’re like what does that mean but he just shrugs
  • he can be so aggravating
  • once tried to used your head as an elbow rest and you almost tackled him for it
  • yoongi in the back like:SMAck dOWn 
  • jungkook also carries you to annoy you
  • like you can get up perfectly fine by yourself but jungkook scoops you up in his hands and is like ‘let’s go to the kitchen and get some snacks’ ur like i can walk i have feet but he’s just laughing like ‘i know, but im so strong right???? im such a good boyfriend’ ur like omf no ur being unnecessary 
  • but he is strong,,,,,it’s nice what no you didn’t say that
  • once you and jungkook bought a goldfish on impulse and named it ‘iron man’ and jin was like oh my god can you two even keep that thing alive for more than a week???
  • (probably not sorry iron man)
  • so like when jungkook kisses you remember how he’s like ‘i want to keep it private, this is just for us’ well he’s like that because its kind of his nature to keep things he loves all to himself and also like he’s such a slow kisser sometimes it drives you insane 
  • his kisses are like always soft never applying to much pressure and his lips move only when yours do…..he’s probably a fan of running his tongue over the roof of your mouth slowly, keep you two pressed tightly together for as long as possible with his hand no the back of your neck or on your lower back
  • you’re kinda like expecting him to snap or something, but he likes having you wait and you know want him to do more but knowing that he won’t 
  • jungkook won’t admit it but he loves it when you initiate kisses first, especially if he’s just droning on about something and you’re like ‘come here, instead of talking let’s make out’
  • in his head he’s like hell yes sign me up but on the outside hes like ‘aw you can’t wait a little lon-’ thankfully you shut him up pretty fast 
  • once taehyung got a photo of you kissing and threatened to show it to jin so jungkook did aegyo and let him record it as a payment for him to delete the picture you were like omg and jungkook was like “i sacrifice so much for us” rofl
  • jungkook and you want to go to disneyland and one day you plan to and tbh you two got to the amusement park in seoul and get matching cute headbands but thats like the only couple item u guys really have
  • minus like the flannel he bought you for a holiday once
  • and also probably like adidas slippers hoseok gave u two as a gift on ur 100th day or smthing
  • jungkook does this annoying thing where he lays his head on your stomach while you’re laying down on your phone and ur like ur heavy get off but he does not. he is like “ill get off when u put down ur phone and pay attention to me” hes like 5 
  • you guys eat street food when you don’t get to have dinner and jin nags no matter what but nothings better then walking by the han river in the night breeze holding hands and eating snacks ,,,,, its simple but to you and jungkook its relaxing 
  • once he changed your ringtone to a linkin park song and it was so loud when he called u u almost screamed 
  • in revenge you deleted gdragons albums off his phone 
  • a beautiful relationship really amazing
  • but in all seriousness when you’re down, jungkook can be awkward or clumsy, but he is caring. he really hates seeing you upset but he knows when he needs to give you space because he believes in you and knows you can fix your own problems but if you need him there, he will be there.
  • he’s not good with words but he’s good at knowing what you need like if you really need to call another friend or if you just really need a cup of your favorite tea like he’s got you. no problem. it’s like some sort of telepathy between you two
  • and you have it for jungkook too like he will never out right say he’s sad or needs to lean on your for support but you know when he’s going through something dark like you can read him and it’s comforting for him because he isn’t the type to say it specifically so thankfully you love him enough to know yourself
  • but for the most part you and jungkook are a giggling couple of fun, excitement. like people see the two of you and are reminded of their young first loves it’s so cute
  • jungkook made a photo of you sleeping-in a face mask his phone background so you made a bad fantaken of him yours and you two instead of getting mad just high fived each other for being so witty
  • jungkook shyly kissing your forehead for the first time and you being like “let me kiss yours” and him holding his bangs down like ‘nooooo way’