and these two idiots greet me

Don't mess with data date formats.

I see a ton of M/D/Y dates in Ontario businesses, since the amount of trade with the USA makes adopting their standard more convenient. My personal little protest is writing dates on forms as 13 Aug 2017, so there’s no confusion on month, and dating files with YY-MM-DD.

I once had an employer take issue with that file naming convention, and he ordered me to change it to MM-DD-YY. These are files that our sales and service people needed constantly, and need in chronological order.

Idiot Manager: “Change these dates to look like regular dates.” Me: “They sort better this way though, and the sales and service people need-” Idiot Manager: “IDGAF, CHANGE IT NOW.” Me: -.- “Yes sir.”

The change forced me to work overtime, which I recorded as time worked (and was not exempt from OT), and productivity in all other departments decreased by at least 50%. The manager gave me notice (fired me), because those orders had cost his budget an extra $4000 of OT while changing decades of dates to a stupid date format, and seriously hampered the other two departments.

During my last week, I took all of the emails we had exchanged about how changing the date format would be a bad idea, and all records of the work I had done, and sent them to the heads of the other departments, the CFO, COO, aand CEO. Just to let them know about the new date format and cascade to their teams, of course, since I wouldn’t be around anymore. Cue a flurry of miffed conversation between all of those executives.

About a week after I had left, I got a call from a very angry former manager about how I had cost him his job. Hung up on him. A couple of hours later, got a call from the COO, who conferenced in the other department heads, and they offered me that manager’s job (after I fixed the dates back). We settled on a 10% raise on that manager’s salary, and another $5,000 to fix the dates.

The CFO and COO greeted me upon returning, asking how long the reversal would take. I had them wait a moment, and ran a script that I had written the night prior that would change all the dates back in under an hour. I was lucky that they weren’t upset, and understood exactly what I had done. Especially since I pointed out that I didn’t need to hire someone else to do my old job, and we saved an entire salary by combining the two jobs.

TL;DR: Idiot manager switches date formats, loses job, I get paid just under ten grand to do a bunch of busywork and run a script to reverse that busywork, plus his job and raise. Bonus points for saving the company (well, my department) money overall.

As an addendum, we were not the IT department and so the manager did not understand what programming was or that the change could be automated.

Don’t Say A Word

Originally posted by tom-holla

Prompt: Hey, I love your writings! Whenever you get the chance can you do a Peter Parker x reader where the reader is Tony Stark’s daughter and doesn’t know that they are dating but some of the other avengers start to find out. Maybe they are caught making out or accidentally flirting with each other in front of people. then the reader and Peter have to get them to keep it a secret? Please and Thank You!!

Word Count: 857

A/N: Written by Daisy. Also, I apologize for the wait!

“Peter!” You exclaimed, swatting your boyfriend away, “We’re going to get caught! My dad is going to kill me!” The two of you were seated in one of the communal living rooms of the new Avengers facility.

Peter groaned, rolling away from you and into a seated position, “Mr. Stark won’t kill anyone, let’s be honest.” He still had a knack for calling your dad, ‘Mr. Stark’, regardless of whether or not he was addressing him directly.

“I’d rather he found out later rather than sooner!” You insisted, sending a glare in Peter’s direction.

“It’s been two months! What’s the worst that can happen if we tell him? You don’t think he’d trust me to take care of you?”

You shook your head, “He’s just-he’s really, and I mean really protective Peter. I just want to enjoy some more time alone with you, without all the hovering, you know. And the teasing we’d get from every other person who lives here.”

“As you wish,” Peter said simply, “But if we went to your room nobody would see us-“

You punched his shoulder, “Just pick a movie Peter, we can’t always be sneaking about.”

“Ok, but just one more kiss? Please?”

“Peter what did I just say?”

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Oh my god ( Jacksepticeye x FemReader )

(( gif not mine ;0 ))

Originally posted by boopymooplier

(A/N): lmao this isn’t Marvel. Nope it is not because I do and can write other things. Kind of. Hey, this might end well because I used to learn German but do not expect much.

Request:  Oh, you write for dear Jackaboy? Would you mind writing something in which Reader is the most subscribed German Youtuber (like Jack is the most subscribed Irish one) and his girlfriend and they play something together with Mark and Pewds (preferably Prop Hunt) and every time she dies, she cusses the boys out in German? Calling them things like Pissnelke (Piss Carnation) and Arschgesicht (Ass Face). Yes, those are real German insults. Thanks in advance!

Warnings: Boi there will be multi bilingual swearing up in here


“Hallo!” (Y/n) greeted eagerly, gesturing toward her set up camera “I am here, again. Back with my lovely friend Felix. And two other idiots, I don’t know, they kind of just joined…” she mumbled the last part into her microphone and snickered to herself.

“Ouch,” Mark cried and Jack laughed “You could at least introduce me as your boyfriend…” Mark faked wiping a tear to his own camera; a big grin upon his face already.

“Oi!” Jack called “That’s my line you twit.”

“Alright, alright, no fights guys,” Felix mocked, giving his own shit eating grin to his setup camera “I am the favourite so I make the rules.”

“God has spoken.” (Y/n) added. Currently starring at the loading screen of Prop Hunt, she were surprised as to how much already happened without the game even being loaded yet.

“Lmao, you guys are fucked.” she said cockily, glancing into her camera, once the game finally loaded.

“MISS (YOUTUBE NAME), THE ONE AND OnLY!” Felix called into his mic, exactly after your statement. “THE MOsT SUBSCRIBED GERMAN YOUTUBER.. even though she doesn’t have an accent, like what, totally fake fan… IS ABOUT TO GET. HER ASS HANDED TO HER. ON A SILVER PLATTER.”

She couldn’t help but shake her head and chuckle quaintly, as Mark bellowed with laughter and was quick to agree. 

“Don’t be touching her ass, mate,” Jack warned “I know where you live.”

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“ARE YOU KIDDING?!” (Y/n) yelled as she died quickly. “Who just goes around and shoots every fucking mug??!”

“Uh ha, this guy.” Mark stated smugly “Now where, oh where, is your leprechaun boyfriend?”

She twisted her face “Mark, I want you to know that you are a huge arschgesicht, and we are no longer friends”

“A what?” He asked and looked directly into his camera.

Felix couldn’t help but spit before chuckling soundly, shaking his character’s gun a bit and looking at his camera as he laughed.

“Whaaat? What does that mean?” Mark whined and turned back to his game.

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“Honey, I’m sorry it has to be this way.” Jack said, hurt lacing his voice but masked by a grin beginning to form on his bearded face.

“No you’re not! Let me live, holy shit.”

Her lamp couldn’t seem to move fast enough as she shifted her way through furniture and debris; away from Jack’s hunter.

“I love you!” she called

“Love ya’ too!” Jack said back and blew a kiss at his camera.

“Oh you fucking lustmolch…” (Y/n) finally insulted once she got shot. She pouted into her camera.

“Fookin’ what?” Jack repeated, laughing unsurely.

“Fucking slut you are Jack.” Felix breathed out after laughing again. He glanced at his camera and winked “Ah, (Y/n), if you were here, I’d give you a highfive.” and he chuckled some more.

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“So all I learned from today was that both Mark and my own boyfriend are both asshats,” (Y/n) started “and that Feli’ is my only true friend.”

Felix’s character was sat on top of (Y/n)’s chair in the middle of the kitchen.

“That’s right.” Felix smiled and shot at her character until she died. “Love ya’.”

“You goddamn pissnelke!” (Y/n) laughed and the round ended.

“HeY!” Felix began to laugh as well, with Mark and Jack joining in. “Watch your fuckin’ mouth!”

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“Okay my friend’s, that was Prop Hunt with the Holy Threesome.” (Y/n) smiled at her camera.

“Hey!” Jack and Mark said in unison, over top of Felix saying ‘kinky’.

“You learned that Mark and Jack are untrustable bastards and Felix can speak German!” she snickered.

“Ja.” the swede agreed heartily.

“So until next time; click this,” she gestured to the air on her right “to see my previous video. And any of these links to check out Mark’s, Jack’s or Felix’s channels.” she gestured to her left “Have a lovely evening!” she said finally.

“Bye!” your three friends said as well, in mock of a German accent.

“Oh my g–”

So there’s that. I really actually liked the request and so I hope this story maybe did it justice. Thank you for reading!

@sparkelingsparkles came up with this incredible headcanon that kagehina would, against all odds, have the tidiest apartment ever, and here’s the ridiculous reason why…

Yachi procrastinated visiting Kageyama and Hinata until late in the autumn of their first year at university.

For the most part, she had been afraid of the travel (Tokyo is far, even on the fast train), and of getting lost in a city so much more expansive than her own, and what if someone stole her bags? What if she got kidnapped?

There were many, many things to fear, but perhaps the thing that worried Yachi most was the potential state of the apartment she’d be staying in. She could only imagine the squalor the boys might be living in, now that they’re alone.

Kageyama isn’t so much of a concern. He’s a minimalist, she knows, keeps only the necessities, and he’s neat enough in and of himself, though he is easily distracted, so much so that mess might just go unnoticed, in favour of volleyball, or food. But Hinata…

Hinata is many, many things, but tidy is absolutely not one of them.

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Thank you for 900 (:

Rap Monster: You had come home a bit late that night after studying all night with one of your classmates. Of course, dating BTS’ Kim Namjoon, you were always in the media. This time, you came home and Namjoon confronted you by sliding his phone to you where the headline was “Namjoon’s girlfriend caught being friendly with classmate.” “Joon, you don’t think this is real right?” “I don’t y/n, you tell me!” He ended up yelling at you, calling you a liar which ended up in him leaving you alone in your apartment. Namjoon came back to you laying on the couch, tear stains on your cheeks with puffy red eyes. He sat down, stroking your back softly, leaning down and kissing your forehead. “

“I’m so sorry… I shouldn’t have done that,” he would whisper as you slept silently. “I’m so sorry..”

Suga: Suga and you haven’t been getting along as much as you would have liked to. He wouldn’t really take your feelings into consideration so this time, when you finally called him an insensitive asshole, he lost it. “Insensitive? Insensitive? Y/n, I am going through a lot and I have to balance work and you and you think you’re making that easy on me?” He raised his voice, making you wince. You ran off to your bedroom, locking the door behind you. You felt yourself shaking and decided to lay down next to the door. Suga had gone to get some air and when he came back, he unlocked the door to find you asleep on the floor. He lifted you up and laid you down in your bed, sliding in behind you. He kissed your forehead, squeezing you tight to him. 

“You are not too much for me. In fact, you are the right amount,” he said, whispering to you. “I love you so much and I need to show you that more.”

Jin: Jin hard started to feel like you weren’t telling the truth when you said you went to go see your friends. He had no reason to believe you were cheating but that’s what he was starting to think. You finally confronted you only to have you get defensive. “Jin, you’re my boyfriend. I love you. Why would I have any reason to hurt you like that?” “I don’t know y/n. You tell me damn it!” You felt yourself choke up at the thought of Jin actually believing that you would cheat on him. He stormed out of the house, leaving you alone and confused. You couldn’t help but cry yourself to sleep on the couch. When Jin returned, he had flowers in his hand and a box of chocolates in the other. He set them down and sat on the coffee table across from you.

“I shouldn’t have yelled,” he sighed. “I know you love me. I’m lucky to have you and I almost lost you tonight. I love you.”

J-Hope: You had planned to surprise J-Hope by coming home early but it kind of backfired in your face. You had gone to catch up with Jungkook, who introduced you to J-hope, and see if he would help you. Well, J-hope ended up seeing you two at the small coffee shop and nearly lost it. When you came home that night with his favorite take out and his favorite flowers, he was sitting at the kitchen counter, staring aimlessly at nothing. “Hobi?” You said softly, coming into the kitchen. “Why did you lie to me?” “What?” You asked. “I didn’t lie to you.” “This whole time I thought you were at your parents and you were with fucking Jungkook. I knew it was too good to be true. I knew you liked him.” “J-Hope, I got back-” “I don’t want to fucking hear it.” He stormed out of the house leaving you confused and sad. You ended up falling asleep on the couch, crying softly to yourself. J-Hope came home that night and immidately took you in his arms. 

“I’m so sorry y/n.. I should have listened to you. I should have believed you. I’m so sorry.” 

Taehyung: Taehyung came home that night in a bad mood. He wouldn’t talk to you, walking straight past you and into the bathroom. He didn’t come out until about an hour later, towel draped over his head. “How was your shower babe?” He didn’t answer you again. “Tae, what’s wrong?” He slammed the fridge shut, turning around with an angered look. “How come I had to find out from the internet that the ‘friend’ you’ve been going to lunch with is your ex-boyfriend?” You gave him a confused look. “It was in high school. I didn’t think it was that big of a deal.” “Not that big of a deal? It’s a BIG FUCKING DEAL!” He slammed his fist on the counter, making you jump. “Whatever y/n.” He walked back to your room and locked himself in there. You didn’t want to cry but ended up doing it anyways. You wrote Taehyung a small note and left it on the counter saying you loved him. You made a spot on the couch and fell asleep, sobbing quietly to yourself. He came out two hours later and read the note on the counter. He could feel himself choke up as he read it to himself. He came over and crawled up behind you. 

“I’m sorry. I’m a jealous idiot. I love you more than anything… I shouldn’t have yelled.” 

Jimin: Jimin isn’t the type to yell at you so when it does happen, you can’t help but be upset. You had come home late from work every night for the past two weeks. Usually, Jimin wouldn’t be upset but something really clicked in him that really made him upset. You came home to Jimin sitting in silence on the couch. “Hey babe,” You greeted him. He didn’t reply. “Well good evening to you too.” “Don’t,” he scolded. You raised an eyebrow. “What’s wrong with you?” “With me?” he scoffed. “Why are you lying to me?” “What???” He got up from his spot and threw a magazine at you. “Why is it that you’ve been ‘kept at work late’ but here is a photo of you and your boss at dinner?” You were confused, looking at the photo that had several people cut out of the photo. “Jimin it was a birthday dinner and half the people are cut out.” “Why do you keep LYING?!” He turned around, yelling at you. This was the first time Jimin had ever raised his voice so you couldn’t help but cry. “I’m not lying…” He didn’t answer, he just stormed past you, slamming the door behind him. You didn’t know what to do so you crawled into your bed still in your work clothes. You cried for an hour before finally falling asleep. You were woken up by Jimin crawling in behind you. 

“I have come to the realization that I am being petty and that I miss you and I just jumped to conclusions. I shouldn’t have raised my voice. I love you.” 

Jungkook: You could feel that something was off with Jungkook but didn’t know what it was about. You had tried to confront him about it but he wouldn’t really say much. You hadn’t been doing too good yourself either but that wasn’t the point. Finally, after a week of Jungkook giving you the cold shoulder, you grew some confidence and confronted him. “Jungkook, what the hell is going on? You’ve ignored me, avoided me, come home late. What the hell is going on?” What’s going on?” He scoffed. “You tell me what’s going on!” He grabbed your wrist and slip up your sweater, exposing recently fresh wounds. You quickly pulled away, covering your wrist up again. “You lied to me y/n. You told me you would stop.” “Jungkook I’m sorry-” “NO!” He yelled, making you stop. “You lied to me. YOU FUCKING LIED!” You felt your bottom lip quiver in fear as he raised his voice. “I need some air.” He didn’t give you a chance to explain of even talk. You started to cry, curling up in the corner of the couch, falling asleep. When Jungkook came back, he picked you up and took you into your room. He set you down, crawling in next to you. 

“Please,” he whispered. “Please don’t be afraid to talk to me when something’s wrong. I love you. I care about you. I want you to be okay.” 

Tape Hiss

Originally posted by yourfavoritedirector

Characters - Dean x Reader, Sam
Summary - He does what he thinks is for the best. What was best for her. But what he’s really doing is running away, and you can’t run forever.
Word Count - 1,383
Warnings - Language.
A/N - My apologies for the lateness! This is what happens when you think you’ve queued something for a specific day, and tumblr decides to mess with you.

This is part of @iwantthedean’s Two Prompt Oneshot Writing Challenge- I got the prompt: “I can’t sleep without you." I’ve combined it with a songfic request for ‘Redemption’ by Frank Turner by @ofloveandlonging. Hope you enjoy!

He didn’t look her in the eyes when he said it. The lie was bitter enough rolling off his tongue, and he was sure she’d see it in his eyes if he’d looked at her.

The night was cold, snow drifting to the ground all around him as his hands gripped the steering wheel hard. His knuckles were as white as the snow. As mile markers flew past, the deep dark pit in his stomach only grew. This was for the best. That’s what he kept telling himself as he drove, anyway. He wasn’t good enough for her anyway. He was beyond screwed up, and she deserves better. Better than some idiot with a GED, a few bucks to his name, and a short lifespan. She was in the life, sure, but those around the Winchesters never live long.

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BabyDaddy!Cal Pt. 2

A/N: Hello again, cuties.(Someone said I have a new petname for every chapter lmao) but I’m back again and ready to serve ya drama and fluff. Everybody in my inbox is hella excited, so I’m trynna live up to your expectations. Anyway, you know the drill of 100 notes and feedback for chapter 3 and I hope yall enjoy💕

Also someone asked who do I envision as Y/N while writing and I’ll say Normani Kordei but shorter cuz I’m 5'2 lmao….ig for the non POC you can fill in the character with her

And one more thing…why is The Story of Another Us so underrated? Like it came up on my playlist while writing this and I was like the fuck? It’s been on repeat for an hour, someone help me. And Daylight too…wtf you guys.

**WARNING**: Nah, nothin just mentions of smut? Nothin serious honestly

Parts: one, two, three, four, five, six,seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty{END}

“We need to talk.”

Those four words sent your anxiety spiraling through the roof as Calum stood in your doorway with an emotionless expression. You simply nodded your head and moved to the side to allow the tall Māori to come in, following him and seating yourself on the couch. You watched as he used the remote to turn off the tv and stood tugging on his raven curls. You refused to say anything and just waited until he was ready to speak.

“Y/N,” he called out your name and you nervously began to bounce your leg.“I…what the hell?”

“I know.”

“You’re keeping it?”

“Of course I’m keeping it, the fuck?”

“There isn’t a way to tell if it’s mine or not before it’s born? Because if it’s not mine, Y/N….” he trailed off with a laugh that was in no means filled with joy.“You might be carrying Luke’s baby. How great is that?”

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anonymous asked:

Adrien practicing physics pick up lines to a broom in his empty classroom: how about, I'd fall for you even in the absence of gravity. No that's so stupid. She would think I'm an idiot! How about, your smile must be a black hole, nothing can escape its pull student, barging into his classroom: excuse me, mr. agre- what are you doing with that broom? adrien: *high pitched scream* IM BUSY

I’ve changed my mind. The broom needs to become a mop because Mopinette.

I’d like to think that after one or two awkward walk-ins, the students become fully aware of Mopinette. They can pick her out among the other mops in the janitor’s closet and are excessively fond of her.

One day after school, Marinette hears a student greet Mopinette as she passes the janitor in the hall. Both she and the janitor exchange odd looks.

We Need to Talk

Pairing: James McAvoy x reader

Word Count: 904

The Request: Can I have one with James McAvoy where we’re dating and my best friend, Steven, is on a movie with him and after a couple of weeks he starts rumors that I am cheating on James but they’re not true. James believes them and we break up. One day, I am on the set (as a make-up artist) and James hears Steven say that it was all fake and he fights with him and I break them up and at home I clean his wounds and with a lot of fluff?

Warnings: N/A

A/N: Request for @anyfandomimaginex

Originally posted by deautiful-dream

“Y/n, we need to talk,” James’s voice told you over the phone, and you froze. In your experience, nobody ever used that phrase to say a good thing. Nervously, you replied.

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Stars in His Eyes- Auston Matthews (by Anon)

Originally posted by marntthews

Ok guys so this is another one by the same author who wrote “Our Story” (aka not me) and so she wrote this one and submitted it to me! So Enjoy guys!

Warning: none!


(Auston’s POV)

I entered the club with Willie, Brown, Martin and his girlfriend Sydney. Clubs weren’t really my thing, but I loved hanging out with guys and loosening up a little. 

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Change (Part 3) - Luke Hemmings

Pairing: Luke x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Ratings/Warnings: General Audiences, No warnings.

A/N: I know it’s been too long, and you guys seem to love this series, so here you go! Part 3. It may unfold super, painfully slow, but I think it’s necessary for the plot. Please, if you enjoyed the part, like/reblog the post and don’t forget to leave your thoughts and comments in my inbox. It’s super important for the writers!! Happy reading! xx

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3

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Two can play at this game - Part 1

Request from Anonymous: Ooohhhh!!! Or a Christian & Jay scenario where they both like her or something? Sorry, I can’t make up my mind!! -Anon who asked for Christians scene.

I wrote this with 2 point of views; Jay and Christian and tried to make it as petty as possible lol. I was going to do a third one from the reader’s p.o.v but that got too complicated so that idea was scratched. Also, there will be another part to this story.

 I hope this is easy to follow :) Happy readings xx

It’s your birthday party tonight and you have invited your close friends to your house for a small party. There were still many things to do before everyone arrives. You have to get the cake, prepare food, decorate the place, buy drinks and maybe squeeze in a little cleaning if you have time. You left your house early morning to buy the grocery and once the cake shop opens, you would pick it up. 

Jay’s P.O.V.

Tonight is [Y/N]’s party and I can’t wait to give her the present which I bought. It’s a silver bracelet that she liked when we walked past the jewelry store the other week. I was afraid she was going to in the store and buy it herself, but I told her to wait for another week because that is when they usually have sales. I lied, of course. I’ll call her and ask if she needs any help because I know she has heaps of things to do before the party. 

“Morning [Y/N], how’s everything?” 

“I’m drowning with grocery bags at the moment and out of all days, there doesn’t seem to be any taxis around. And I still need to pick up the cake,” she replied. 

“Are you shopping at the usual place?” 


“Great! I’m like 10 minutes away so I’m on my way. Text me where you are standing and I’ll meet you there”.

Christian’s P.O.V.

Yes! I just finished wrapping [Y/N]’s present. I hate wrapping presents but I’ll sit through a million how-to wrap videos for [Y/N]. I got her a personalised watch and hand bag. I put her initials on the watch’s band and the bag. I’ll call her and ask if she needs any help since I know how hard it is to plan a party. 

“Good morning, [Y/N]. Do you need any help?” 

“Hey, Christian. Yeah I’ve just done the shopping and I’m just waiting for Jay to come and help me,” she replied. 

“Jay? Isn’t he working today?”

“Nah I don’t think so. He called me earlier and asked if I needed help. I told I was doing the grocery so he’s meeting me soon. OH shit! I forgot about the cake?! Damn. Can I call you back, Christian?” 

“Cake? I thought you ordered it?”

“I did, but I need to pick it up and it’s across town. I should have told Jay to pick it instead.”

“I’ll do it, [Y/N]. Give me the address.”

“You’re a lifesaver, Christian! I’ll text you the address and I’ll call them in advance so they know. Can you drop it by my house when you get it?”

“Sure thing. I’ll see you soon then”.

Jay’s P.O.V.

I got off the taxi and saw [Y/N] standing there with grocery bags surrounding her feet. She must be cold as she was only wearing a t-shirt, black jeans and sneakers. 

“You’re saviour is here, [Y/N]. No need to look further.” She laughed. It is always good to hear her laugh at my jokes. “Here take my jacket. You must be freezing.” 

“Thanks so much for coming and yeah it’s so cold. I didn’t expect to buy this many. Now can you please hail a taxi, Saviour.”

When we got back to her house, I got the grocery bags and as we were walking up the steps there was somebody sitting there. It was Christian. What the hell is he doing here? Doesn’t he have to shoot those Instagram videos with them fancy visuals? Or go on Instagram Live just to show everyone that he vapes. What a loser. 

Christian’s P.O.V.

When I received [Y/N]’s message, I immediately got in a taxi and went to the cake shop. When I got the cake, the staff told me [Y/N] had already call them in advance. They also told me how lucky she was to have such a caring boyfriend. Even though [Y/N] and I aren’t a couple, I didn’t correct the staff instead I smiled and nodded. By doing that, I’m not hurting anyone right? 

I got to her house but she wasn’t home yet. Where the hell is that Jay taking her? He probably told the cab driver to take the route where his gym is. Just to show [Y/N] where he works out. What a loser. 

A few minutes later, a cab arrived in front of her house. I saw [Y/N] walking out of the taxi and she was wearing a ripped denim jacket. It looked far too big on her. As I was watching [Y/N] another figure exit the other side of the cab. The one and only Jay so the jacket must have been his. Look at him, carrying all the bags just to show off. 

“Hey Christian. You didn’t wait long at here, did you?” she asked.

“No I just got here. I saw the cake design. It’s very pretty and probably tastes sweet, just like you [Y/N].” 

“Christian, my actual birthday passed already. You don’t have to say nice things anymore. Well once every week is okay.”

We both laughed. [Y/N] unlocked her door and went in first, then me and lastly Jay. I didn’t bother helping him with the bags or greeted him.

Jay’s P.O.V.

“It’s very pretty and probably tastes sweet, just like you [Y/N].” Ugh. Who says things like that. That was so cringy I nearly dropped the bags. And that idiot didn’t bother to ask if I needed help or at least, hold the door. Why is [Y/N] friends with him.

I set the bags on the table and saw the two of them in the kitchen. They were huddling in front of the fridge. Probably looking for Christian’s sense of humour. 

“What are guys doing?” 

“We’re trying to fit this cake into the fridge. Ah there! Perfect.”

[Y/N] turned to face us and crossed her arms. 

“So, I have to start preparing the food. If the both of you are not busy, can you stay and help me? Please.”

“I’ll stay here to help you.”

Christian also insisted to stay. Great..!

Christian’s P.O.V.

Dammit, Jay also volunteered to stay. This is going to be fun..

“What do you want me to do?” 

“Um, well I need these vegetables cut and I still need to decorate the place. So one of you can help me in the kitchen and the other can decorate. So boys, choose your role.”

Jay’s P.O.V.

Obviously, I’m going to be the one helping [Y/N]. I don’t want her to be alone with Christian. 

“I’ll help you in here. Christian can decorate. He’s probably better then me, anyway.”

Christian’s P.O.V.

“What? I’m not good at decorating. Jay, you can’t cook so why would you be in here? It doesn’t make sense. You’re a musician, I’m sure your creativeness will shine through once you start to decorate.” I then threw one of the bags that had what looked like decorations in it. Or something that looked like a green balloon. It didn’t feel like it when I picked it up but oh well…

Jay’s P.O.V

“Ow! There’s a fucking melon in here, you idiot. And [Y/N] is cooking, I’ll just be cutting the vegetables and shit.”

Christian just threw a fucking melon at me. I swear, if [Y/N] wasn’t here I’ll beat his ass.

“Wow. I didn’t know I had two 5 years old in my house now. Okay, so why don’t you split the role. You guys can swap later on. Ok? Ok. Let’s get to work.” [Y/N] suggested. “Now, let me go get change into something comfy. These skinny jeans are sucking the blood out of my legs. Oh and I need to make a phone call as well. Jay, I’ll leave your jacket here.” 

As soon as [Y/N] left our sight, I turned to Christian. 

“Dude, why did you throw a melon at me? That shit hurts.”

“Oh I’m sorry, but don’t you work out and have abs or something. Surely you can take a hit from a melon.”

“Whatever man. Just stay out of my way, ok?”

Christian’s P.O.V

“Stay out of your way? What are you, a ‘do not enter’ sign? Jay, [Y/N] is also my friend so I have pretty much the same rights as you. I know how you feel about her and you probably know I feel the same way too. 

Damn.. Should I have just said that? Did I just let him have an advantage of some sort? 

Jay’s P.O.V.

“Yeah bro, I know you like her too. Kinda obvious. So what are we suppose to do? A fight to the death? 

“We’re not living in Rome [ay a reference ;)] , Jay. It’s not like we’re gladiators in those olden times. Plus she’s not a prize.”

“I know, she’s not, Christian. Well, Imma do my thing and um you do yours. We’ll let her decide?”

Christian’s P.O.V.

I don’t know how I feel after hearing Jay agreeing with me. It was good to know he’s actually serious. I’ve always thought he was somewhat of a player..? But after hearing him agree that she’s not a prize and the fact that, he wants her to choose… I can live with that. 


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Ahhh I love your blog ❤️❤️ Headcanon - just some cute cute cute jikook fluff plz thank you beautiful ❤️🐥🐰

omg thank you so much! also thanks for this super lovely request, its a good concept ;) for real tho it’s nice to get something so general lmao i always get the most specific requests. i hope you don’t mind but i decided to make it a cliche flower shop/tattoo artist au instead of non-au. hope you like it! (PS- i know nothing of flowers this is all from wikipedia lmao) ALSO this is kind of soulmate-ish. like subtle soulmates. 

+ jimin was excited. the shop beside the flower shop he worked at had been empty for at least a year. but neighbours finally moved in. he watched as a bunch of guys unloaded chairs and assorted other furniture into the building. he wondered what they would be like. 

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Name: Happy birthday to us!
Pairing: Bucky x reader
Dedication: to Sebastian Stan and, surprisingly, me. A friend of mine informed me that me and this ray of sunshine have a birthday on the same day. Which is today. Which makes me very happy. Happy birthday to us!
Summary: the reader and Bucky are dating for quite some time now, and they are about to celebrate their first birthday together.

“Happy birthday!” you and Bucky greeted each other early in the morning in the kitchen, holding out the two boxes, wrapped in beautiful paper. Both of you wearing ‘happy birthday’ caps. Apparently, both intending to forget about your own birthday in the name of the other one. And also both feeling like idiots.

“Wait, you know?” you never told Bucky about your birthday, and his was one of the first things you learned. Not that you don’t like it, but… Well, his is more important in your eyes.

“Of course I know when my girl’s birthday is,” Bucky almost laughs, still holding your present in front of you, smiling at your confusion. “You going to take it, love?”

“Uhm… Yeah, yes,” you awkwardly exchange the gifts, but you have a feeling that Bucky has prepared something to totally throw your balance off. And hell knows what not else. He doesn’t even unwrap his present, just keeps staring at how you open yours, and how your eyes widen in surprise, as you look at the present, then at him, and back at the sweetest thing he could possible get you. “How… How did you know that is exactly what I want?”

“You may have not told me about your birthday, but I still know everything about you,” Bucky winks at you and quickly unwraps his box, then shines a huge smile. “Just as you do about me, don’t you? It’s perfect, love, thank you so much,” he quickly pulls you in what starts as a short kiss, but ends up continuing until you are both out of breath.

“Happy birthday, James, the sweetest boyfriend one would dream of,” you whisper, smiling like an idiot.

“Happy birthday, Y/N, officially sweeter than the sweetest boyfriend one would dream of,” he gently strokes your cheek, smiling like just as big an idiot.

Hell (Chapter Three: Fire and Ice)

Gif not mine

Summary: Y/n Singer, after selling his soul to save Sam’s life, has accepted her destiny (or maybe not?). But her family doesn’t.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader (not yet, but soon)

Word Count: 3198

Warnings: Angst.

Hell (Chapter One: Fair Exchange)
Hell (Chapter Two: What will we do without her?)

“Y /n, you shouldn’t have..”
Sam’s voice is shattered. I avoided telling him about my deal with the demon, but he still found out.
“I’ve heard this phrase too many times now, that’s enough. Sam, you’re fine, and this is important, for me.”
“How much did he give you?” he gets up from the grungy couch and comes to me, continuing to keep his eyes fixed on mine.
Dean asked me the same question, with a tone of disappointmen, as if I had done something horrible. I brought back his brother; shouldn’t he thank me?
Instead, Sam asks me in a melancholy tone; he is so, he’ll probably feel guilty all his life, while I just want him to go ahead and live his second chance.
“One year.” I say, looking at him. He doesn’t say anything, he comes to me, and embraces me. His hugs always calm me; it makes me feel secure, safe. Even now, that a safe place there isn’t.

The smell of freshly made coffee awakens me from the dream I was doing. I get up from the couch and see my father come to me with a steaming cup; after thanking him, I begin to sip the coffee.
“Maybe I found something.” dad tells me while he sits at his desk. It’s full of ancient books and strange things; dad picks up a newspaper and gives it to me.
“Three deaths in a week. All bodies show strange bites on the body, and there is not even a drop of blood.”
“Vampires.” I say reading the main news; the murders took place in Danville, Indiana. I go to the room where we have all the weapons that dad has gotten over the years, and I begin to prepare the bag, with everything I need for hunting. After a few minutes I hear my father’s footsteps coming towards me.
“Did you talk to Sam?.. or with Dean?”
“Is a month and a half that you ask me, dad. And the answer is always no.”

A month and a half.
It’s the time spent with my father; And the time I spent away from Sam and Dean.
I’ve got seven and a half months before I die.

The bag is ready; I head to the kitchen to take a few bottles of water for the trip. The last thing I take is my jacket, my cell phone and my wallet.
“Dad, I’ll take your car.”
“Can’t you steal it?” I raise my eyes; men and their cars. He’s so tied to his car, that he’s afraid I scratch it.
“Stealing a car when I have that jewel parked out here?”

It takes me half a day to get to Danville; driving alone in a silent car – which, by the way, has broken radio – is not the best ways to live the last months of my life.
A memory comes to my mind while I drive: I’m in my house, I’m about thirteen years old, and I’m putting some weapons in place for my dad when the latter comes home. He’s not alone, I hear he’s talking to someone. At first I think it’s Rufus, but the voice is different. I head to the kitchen, and I see my father with a man. He is younger than my father, and even taller. The thick beard and the dark eyes give him a gruff air; my father comes to me, presenting the man I’m in front of.
“Y/n, he’s a friend. His name is John. John Winchester.”

The memory ends, but immediately I can think of another.

We were in a forest, me, and my father. We’ve been hunting for about two days, a Wendigo, from the research we’ve done. It’s just me, my father, and the noise of the wind that moves the tree branches. Suddenly, we hear a noise behind us, and quickly I point the gun towards that direction. I find a few inches from the barrel of the gun a boy who stares at me with a surprised look.
“Sammy!” I hear another person yelling behind the kid, and among the trees pops up another guy bigger than the other.
“You shouldn’t be here. I say; who are these two?
“You shouldn’t be here, little girl. Do you know it’s dangerous to go into the woods alone?”
“I know how to defend myself, thank you.”
It took just over ten seconds to that guy to be hated by me. Suddenly, my father approaches me and lowers my weapon.
“Don’t worry Y/n; they’re the Winchesters.! I look at my father and then them, when a third person shows up in the clearing we are in. It’s John, my father’s friend, who I only met a few months before. He’s obnoxious in my opinion; compared to Bobby, John is more.. hard. The father of the two boys approaches us and greets dad, while the other two keep looking at me; the skinny seems almost embarrassed, while the larger one has a sneer printed in the face that I would like to take it off with a nice punch.
“ Bobby, Y/n, they are my sons. Dean and Sam.”

That was our first hunt together. At first I hated Dean; he thought he was the best hunter ever, and to think about it, he still thinks so. What an idiot. While with Sam it was different; he was calmer, and kind. It was nice to be with him, talk about anything, not just hunting. I gave him his first kiss; his lips were perfect. A smile pops up; I wonder if he remembers that day. It’s been over a month since I left Sam and Dean, and I don’t know how many times I wanted to take that damn phone and call them, to know how they are, if they’ve already gone on with their lives, if they stopped hoping for me. Dean will have already surrendered, while Sam.. he called me sometime the first few weeks; how much I wanted to answer him, but I would have remembered that I was missing from dying, and I would have made the mistake of taking the car and going to them, and suffering even more. After a while the cell phone stopped ringing, and I felt lost, but happy. The sooner they will go on with their lives, the sooner I shall feel in peace with myself.

“Enjoy your stay, Miss Smith.” The guy behind the counter does nothing but staring at me since I got to the motel. I take the key that he has kindly granted me and I greet him. I go to my room, and just come in I take the laptop to find some information about the deaths of the place. My first destination is the morgue.
“Agent Smith, how can I help you?” The Doctor comes towards me and shakes my hand, and then he signs to follow him. Right now I’m wearing the role of an FBI agent, as I’ve had so many other times. I ask the Doctor to show me the bodies of men, and he brings me close to the cold rooms, where the corpses are placed. He makes a stupid joke about vampires, and I smile as if he had made a good figure to appoint creatures that don’t exist. At least for him. The three bodies are identical: bite on the neck and not even a drop of blood. Definitely vampires.
“The corpses were found in the same place?” I ask the Doctor, who in the meantime closes the cells.
“Almost. The last one was found a few hundred meters away from the point where the second corpse was found, and the same for the first.”
What an idiot vampire, he leaves an exact trail behind him; It won’t be hard to find him. I’m going to thank the doctor and leave, towards the motel.
It’s time to go hunting.

Beep.. Beep.. Beep..
It’s the third time I call him, but he’s not responding. The call ends, and I recall the number. I don’t know why I’m calling him; I could call my father, get me help from him, but after battling six vampires, when I was expecting only one, I didn’t really want to hear a lecture.
Beep.. Beep.. Beep.. “Hello?“
“Hey Dean..” it was for so long that I didn’t hear his voice, which just responds to my call, I almost thank God, for giving me the opportunity to listen to his. Maybe tomorrow I’ll regret calling him, but now my head makes me so bad that I don’t care.
“Is it not that you find yourself from the parts of Indiana?”
“Y/n? What’s going on?” I feel some alarmism in his voice; maybe they still care about me.
“I just found out that fighting six vampires all alone doesn’t lead to a nice ending.”
One minute of silence; the head almost bursts me from the pain, and the leg begins to lose blood; that asshole of a vampire shoots me. After having bitten me on the right shoulder. I almost lose my senses when I hear the voice of Dean in my ear.
“Where are you?”
“In a few streets lost in Danville.”
I hear strange noises on the other side of the phone, then a door slam.
“I’m coming.”
I still run a smile, thinking about something I learned tonight: maximum two vampires next time.
“And Dean? Don’t forget the beer.”

I still don’t understand how made six vampires feed with only three bodies, and then each corpse had only one bite on his neck. When I went to the alley where the lifeless bodies of the victims were found, I was expecting a gloomy and dark place, and that I would have to look a lot for a miserable vampire. Instead, in no time I find myself surrounded by six men.
“Guys, I told you I smelled a hunter. But I didn’t think she was so sexy!”
The men around me begin to laugh, showing their fangs; I hate vampires. I’m the one to attack first, pulling out the hidden blade in my jacket’s sleeve and cutting the head to one of them. A fraction of a second, and they’re all on me.

I wake up with my head that turns me even more than before; the first thing I see is the trees that overtake me quickly. I jump understanding that I’m not in the alley anymore, I think I’m not even in Indiana anymore. I turn to the side of the driver, and I see Dean, quietly watching the road fixed.
I try to sit better, but as soon as I move my leg I can burn it like never before. I whimper verses of grief, and Dean finally notices my awakening.
“You’ve finally reopened your eyes. I was already preparing a pyre in your honor.” says Dean as he moves his eyes from the road to me, and then back to the road.
“Very funny.”
I just can’t move, my leg still hurts, but this time it’s bandaged, to make it bleed even more.
“Did you bring the beer?”
“Sorry, I forgot.”
I look so grumpy Dean; what the hell, the only thing that it would have calmed me the pain would have been a good hangover, and he forgets.
“I should have called Sam.” I say, making him smile.
“How did you come to mind to throw yourself into a vampire nest?” And then what are vampires doing with guns?“
His voice is like a slight sound, distant light years. I try to stay awake, but I know that at times I’m out again. I still answer Dean, this maybe will give me the chance not to fall asleep again.
"First, I didn’t know they were more than one, and two the gun was mine and I fell, and the fangs of the vampire were too far from my neck, and his hands too close to the gun.”
I spoke too quickly; Another thick part from the head and gets to the leg. I whimper again.
“Hang on, doll. We’re almost there.”
I try to answer him, I hate it when he calls me that way, but the darkness takes over, and I’m back in the world of dreams.

“I hate your brother!”
I go in the daddy’s house, and I throw violently the door; Sam is sitting on the couch in the living room, while he is intent on reading a book. He looks up at me and smiles at me, in a sign of surrender. It’s not the first time that I express my great affection for Dean, and Sam knows it too well.
“What has he done this time?”
I raise my hands as a sign of exasperation, I am so furious that I can’t remain firm even a second.
“He went hunting without me!”
I give a kick to one of my father’s boxes, where he places his many books, while Sam rises from the couch and comes towards me.
“You know Dean. I thought you were used to his swagger.”
“Yeah, when I was a child! Now I’m almost 20 years old, and he keeps making the asshole!”
Sam takes me by the hand, and tries to calm me down and sit on the couch with him by my side. He wraps his arm around my shoulders, and looks straight into my eyes. Only that look can calm me down a bit. When I see Sam I always think of the quiet after the storm, to the trees that stop moving, to the animals that are weird and calm.
“Don’t think too much, Dean is just an idiot, and he will understand it when he gets hurt, and he’ll think ‘Damn! Maybe I should have brought with me Y/n!’”
I smile; with Sam, I always smile. I hug him strong, and he reciprocates.
“Thank you Sam. What would I do without you?”

When I wake up, I’m in Dean’s arms; we’re in front of a motel, probably the one where he and his brother had hided up when I called them. The head looks like it hurts less, while the leg still burns. It’s Sam who opens the door, and Dean quickly enters and he laid me on the bed. Sam is immediately at my side, and takes my hand between his. The elder brother takes the first aid kit that we always carry behind, in cases.. well, like these.
“This will hurt, doll.” says Dean, as he approaches me with the tools to extract the bullet.
“Stop calling me that, asshole!” I answer him, while he rips my pants up to where the bullet is.
Dean smiles, that grin, just like the first time I met him; I was reassured that sooner or later I’d take it off my face with a nice punch, but I never did.

To stop the pain in the leg after extracting the bullet I think I ingested an entire bottle of pills; the pain has diminished, but as a result the head has begun to boom, worse than before.
After finishing the surgery, Sam came out of the motel room to go buy something to put in the stomach – I hope more something to drink than to eat – and to call Bobby to warn him of what happened. Instead, Dean is putting back the tools he used in the first aid kit, after carefully cleaning them up. Although I turn my head, I can’t stay a minute longer, and so I get out of bed.  If my leg hurts before, it’s so asleep now that I think for a second that I cut it. But, fortunately it is still there.
“Where do you think you’re going?” asks Dean while he is at my side; he tries to get me sitting on the bed, but I complain.
“I do not want to remain paving; I sit there, okay?”
After accepting the compromise, Dean helps me to go close to the couch, and I sit down.
“How do you feel?”
“I feel like I have only one leg, and two brains competing with each other to make my head burst.”
Dean smiles, and we look at each other. It has not changed for nothing; If he knew how many times I dreamed of him, ever since I left. His eyes, his face, his smile; even his ugly character.
“I’m sorry.”
I remain silent; I have so many things to say, and nothing to say. I hope he’s talking again, because the only thing I’m thinking at this precise moment is getting up and going again, and staying, and hugging him, all the time I have left.
“I shouldn’t have sent you away; because yes, it’s my fault you left. The thing is.. I was angry. But not with you, but with me. I always promised Sammy that I would protect him from any, or whatever. And when you joined us, I also felt like your older brother, and I would do everything to protect both of you. But then Sam died, and I should’ve done something. I should’ve sold my soul to the devil for him; I’d be dead, but he, and you.. You would have been fine. I would have protected you as I always promised. But you.. You did what I should have done, you did, and I didn’t protect Sam or you. I failed.”
I get closer to him, and I take his face in my hands, him to look me in the eye. He’s trying to hold back the tears.
“You haven’t failed; you saved Sam so many times. And you’ve saved me so many times, even now, despite what happened, you came to save me. It’s not wrong for once to be saved by someone who is not you.”
I support my forehead to his. I think it’s the first time that he and I are close. I feel like the fire, which in a few months envelops me forever; he, Dean, is ice, cold and hard. But even the ice melts, and it’s exactly what he’s doing; his tears bathe my hands still on his face, and I weep. I weep those tears that I have been keeping for all these months; tears that I kept in my whole life.
Dean gets closer to me, and only when he touches my lips I understand what he wants to do.
God, how I would like he to continue, how much I would feel his taste, knowing what effect would make me feel his lips on mine, but..
“Don’t do it.”
“Why not?”
“Because it would do even more harm than it does now.”
We remain there for a few minutes, in silence, our eyes closed, our lips a few inches away. I don’t want to talk, no more. Right now I just want the clocks to stop. But time cannot be stopped, and the whole thing breaks down. Dean gets up, and moves away from me.
I am the fire, he is the ice. They can’t stay too close, or they could destroy each other.

Hell (Chapter Four: The enemy of my enemy is my friend)

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Gif source:  Bucky

Imagine Bucky having a huge crush on you and whenever you’re in a room with him he can barely get a word out because he’s so nervous. He grows more and more frustrated with himself; Sam and Nat’s teasing doesn’t help, either.

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He just knew you thought he was strange. Hell, he thought it himself at this point. Not being able to get a single word in whenever you came in the room was an issue, and a major one considering just how much he was into you. He knew he hadn’t been this nervous and awkward around a woman since well before the war. Yet, despite how ridiculous he must look, whenever you came in the room he got all choked up.

Like now, here you were, giving him that same smile you always did and offering a, “Hey,” as you greeted him after Sam, Nat, and Steve.

But all Bucky could do was let out a strangled noise and an awkward increment of silence before clumsily stammering out gibberish, “Uh, he— y-yeah, sure, right.”

Steve saves him by gesturing to the other room and saying, “Oh, I have that book you lent me that I finished,” easily maneuvering you away from the rest of the group as you went to collect your things.

“Smooth,” Natasha quips with a smirk that she just couldn’t hold back. “Did you learn that technique during your time in Romania?”

“Watch out, Nat,” Sam warns with his own budding grin at Bucky’s expense, “we’ve got a real lady-killer over here; no woman is safe.”

“Thanks,” Bucky responds with dry sarcasm, internally mortified at how idiotic he’d sounded in front of you, unable to form even the simplest of greetings, “you two are so helpful.”

from best friend to boyfriend!yoon jisung
  • and then ok so..
  • another original idea
  • you finally move out of your parents house and started living on your own
  • in little apartament
  • it wasn’t too big or too small it was perfect and really cozy with a little balcony
  • first day when you were moving boxes from car your saw a guy started to opening door next to your apartament and he gladly helped you
  • his name was daniel and oh boy he was cute
  • but wair for it
  • he lived with his friends and guess what
  • they all were handsome af
  • so in the first week or two you finally saw someone else beside daniel and it was his friend jisung
  • but yall just greeted each other
  • later that day you wanted to sit on the balcony but there was a cat
  • and let me tell you
  • you didn’t have a cat
  • but your balcony was next to jisung’s and daniel’s balcony so you took the cat and knocked on their door
  • and there is jisung with the most worried expression on his face but when he see his cat he just sighs and thank you bc you don’t live really low and “some idiot” leaved the balcony door open
  • you tell him he should be careful bc his cat is really pretty and he’s trying be really smoth and say “if you want, you can see my cat everday”
  • …and you both blushes
  • guess what, you guys are best friends now bc you lived there for good 2 years now and you literally stuck with these boys
  • you gladly take care of their cats when they are away and visit them just to stay with jisung his cat
  • i feel like his confession whould be something normal
  • you guys will just sit on the couch in your apartemant with his cat
  • yes he bring his cat with him
  • watching boring ass movie and jisung is starring at you the whole time
  • “y/n”
  • “hmm jisungie?”
  • “i like you”
  • “well, i like you too”
  • “no, no, like, i really like you”
  • and you’re just ???????
  • “i-i like you too”
  • and he’s smiling so hard his cheeks hurt after
  • he put his arm around your shoulder and kiss your head . how cute
  • when it comes to boyfriend jisung i have another post for this so just click below
  • boyfriend!yoon jisung
Coffee - Newt

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Finally! I wrote fluff! And it didn’t turn into angst by accident! - N x

Here’s how my day goes: I wake up, at first ticked off because surprise surprise, 72 hours a week working in the medhut is exhausting, I go to the mess hall, and my day is immediately made better by what people think is coffee.

Apparently, the creators think that too, judging by how they send up coffee just for me. How do I know it’s for me? Nobody else drinks it.

Truthfully, I hate coffee, but hey, it’s the only cover-up for what really brightens up my day.

“Hey,” a familiar blond-haired and brown-eyed boy walked beside me as we made our way to our table.

“Oooh, careful. She isn’t Glinda ‘til she has her morning coffee,” Minho teased, catching up to me.

“Good morning, Newt,” I greeted, looking at my crush. I flashed a smile before looking at my brother and the smile faded. “Weasel,” I greeted, sitting down. 

“Why does Newt get a nice, friendly greeting?” Minho complained, sitting across from me. He knew why. He’s been trying to get me to say it since he found out a week after we both were sent up.

“Because Newt doesn’t tease me first thing in the morning. He knows better,” I answered. It was a partial truth. Newt sat next to me.

“I try not to until she has her coffee. She’s more cheery then,” Newt smiled at me before digging into his food.

“Right. Coffee,” Minho rolled his eyes. I stomped on his foot under the table. “Ow!” He yelped, making Newt look at him quizzically.

“Apologies. Was that your foot? I thought it was a spider or a gigantic cockroach,” I glared at my brother, who rolled his eyes.

“Siblings start fighting already? That’s gotta be a new record,” Thomas sat next to Minho.

“Shut up,” Minho and I said simultaneously. I put down my fork and glared at him. He glared back. “Ew! Gross! Stop it!” We both said.

“I would pay to watch this,” Gally laughed. Sitting on the other side of Newt.

“Shut up!” Minho and I said again, glaring at Gally then at each other. “Ugh!” We both groaned.

“Children, stop fighting or your both grounded,” Alby sat next to me. We rolled our eyes. Realizing we did it at the same time. We both glared at each other. “How do you guys deal with this?” He asked Newt and Thomas. “Your best friends are the most annoying people on the planet,” he laughed.

“Hey! We are not annoying!” I defended. Minho looked at me confused as to why I was defending him. “It’s just him!” I pointed at my brother, who rolled his eyes.

Me? You’ve got to be kidding. Hey, at least I’m not the one who hides her-” He began.

“Oh shut it, Slimeball. You’re lowering the whole IQ of the entire Glade,” I cut him off.

“Who put you on this planet?” I gasped, feigning shock and I put my hand on my head.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” Newt asked.

“Did you feel that?” I asked, pretending to be panicked. “I can feel my brain cells dying as he speaks!” Minho rolled his eyes as Newt relaxed.

“Yea-” My brother began.

“There’s another one!” I yelped.


“And another!” My brother just rolled his eyes. I chuckled. I finished my coffee and my breakfast. I stood up, getting out of my seat.

“I’ll see you boys later. If you need me, you know where to find me,” I said in a sing-song voice as I raced to the medhut.

That’s generally my morning. Then comes lunch break.

I usually wait for Newt in the fields, but something was different this time. I couldn’t explain it, but the whole feel was different.

Minho ran beside me.

“You are so screwed,” he teased. I smiled at the blond who glanced at me before working again.

“Shut up. How about you and Thomas, huh?” I teased.

“Oh please. That’s never gonna happen.”

“You wish it would though.” He rolled his eyes at me.

“Anyways, you’re so screwed.” I rolled my eyes. “He’ll figure out that it’s not actually coffee that makes you nice.”

“Maybe,” I shrugged.

“You know, he likes you too.” I laughed.

“Yeah, right. Good joke, Minho.” I rolled my eyes.

“It’s true! Hey, you’re my sister. Your hair is almost as good looking as mine,” he half-joked. I rolled my eyes. I looked at my brother.

“No way he’d ever like me. I mean, have you seen him?”

“Seen who?” A familiar voice asked, walking up to us.

“Oh, nobody,” Minho smoothly lied. I sent him a grateful look. “Y/N here just thinks the guy she had a crush on would never like her. Even though I’m 99% sure he does.” My look of thanks turned into a death glare.

“What?” Both Newt and I asked, though, mine in a more threatening tone.

“Oh yeah. Isn’t that right, Y/N?” My brother teased. I choked up.

“I… I…” I looked at Newt, then back at my brother. “I am going to find some way to murder you, Minho, and when I do it’s gonna hurt,” I threatened.

“Please you love me,” Minho rolled his eyes. “Almost as much as you love-”

“Coffee!” I exclaimed, earning a weird glance from Newt. “I think I need another cup of coffee,” I chuckled nervously, beginning to walk to the mess hall with the two boys.

“Look, for what it’s worth, Y/N, you’re fantastic. Whoever it is probably does like you and they’d be stupid if they didn’t,” Newt assured me. His voice trying to be reassuring, but there was a tinge of an emotion in it. An emotion I couldn’t exactly read. I rolled my eyes.

“Please. Even if there was a guy I liked, they wouldn’t like me back even after fish start flying and hell is as cold as Pluto,” I grumbled.

“You don’t have to deny the existence of the guy just because I like you, Y/N, it’s fine.” I froze in my tracks. Minho did too.

“What?” I asked. Newt stopped walking and faced my brother and I.

“I’m assuming that the reason you’re denying his existence is because you want to spare my feelings, right?” Newt asked.

“Oh mon dieu,” I muttered.

“Oh my god,” Minho groaned. “You-” He looked at me. “You-” He looked at Newt. “Oh my god! You’re both so dense! I mean, I expected it from my sister, but Newt, man, I expected better.”

“What?” Newt asked incredulously.

“Y/N hates coffee!” Minho yelled, loud enough for the whole Glade to hear, but I was in too much shock to respond.

“That’s ridiculous, Minho. She drinks it every morning and then she’s a lot happier than she was before she drank the coffee. She likes coffee. A blind man could see it!” Newt argued. Minho facepalmed.

“It’s not the coffee that cheers her up! She uses the coffee to hide the actual thing that helps her in the morning!” Newt paused.

“Frypan’s cooking?” He rose an eyebrow.

“Oh my god!” Minho exclaimed. “No, you moron! Think about it. In the morning. She gets her food and her coffee and you go up to her, she greets you all friendly, and she eats breakfast with us all. She greets you good morning while she practically ignores everybody else and she greets me with ‘weasel’ because I never stop teasing her about the crush she has on the actual reason why she’s so happy after breakfast!” Newt obviously wasn’t following. “Oh my god! You, you idiot! She likes you!”

“You like me?” I muttered to Newt. They both looked at me, but I was only looking at Newt.

“We’ve established that, Y/N!” Minho exclaimed. “You’ve gotta keep up!”

“Okay,” another person, Thomas, joined in. “Minho, let’s leave the two lovebirds alone.” He dragged my brother away.

“I… I… you… I…” I was having a hard time formulating a sentence. “Huh?” Newt chuckled at my frazzled behavior, smiling at me. He looked down, then up at me. He stepped closer to me.

“You like me?” He asked.

“I… Hang on, wait a second. No, you don’t get to change the topic?” I questioned. “Wait a second. Hold on a minute. This doesn’t make sense.”

“What do you mean?” He looked at me quizzically, but he was still smiling.

“I… You’re… I…” It was like I was solving a ridiculously hard math problem.

“I like you. There’s no question about it. It’s not difficult. It’s simple. I thought you knew,” he told me. He cupped my face with my hands. I blushed, meeting his brown eyes.

“I hate coffee,” I admitted. He chuckled.

“Your brother made that pretty clear.” I smiled.

“I like you.” Finally, he did something I had been waiting for him to do since forever. He pressed his lips to mine. His arms found their way around my waist and my arms found their way around his neck. Around us, it seemed like the whole Glade erupted in cheers and ‘Finally!’s, but I didn’t care.

We both pulled away for air. Our foreheads rested against each other.

“I really thought you knew,” Newt chuckled.

“I thought you knew! I mean, other than the coffee, it’s not like I was being discreet!” I laughed. “I just thought… I thought you weren’t saying or doing anything because you didn’t like me back. I mean, I’m not anything special.” He shook his head.

“You’re kidding, right? You’re perfect,” he assured me. His lips landed on mine again, and I gladly kissed back. We both pulled away. “So, you really don’t like coffee?” He asked. I laughed. I shook my head.

“I hate coffee.”

Untitled ✿ ☁ Jungkook Angst/Fluff

I’m so numb. So why do I feel this way? I feel like I’m being stabbed, but it’s like I’m hollow. That doesn’t make any sense right? 

“Yah, Jungkookie….You’re going to wake up soon, right?” I said, holding his hand as I sat on the chair next to his bed. 

“It’s been a year already…It’s been really hard without you..” I laughed at the end. “I always relied on you being there, I miss you. I miss your voice. I wish you were awake so I could feel your arms around me again." 

I looked at the monitor, and his heartbeat was steady, and I was grateful for that. Grateful that he wasn’t dead, that he was just in coma. Grateful that he was alive, and that he could hear me. 

"Ah, like I was talking about how things have been hard without you…I had to go to my Uncle’s house last week…and my cousins were there. Remember Yoon-ah?” I sighed, thinking of the bad memory. “She sat on my computer…the one my sister gave to me, it was really expensive. I was hurt when she laughed when she sat on it, rather than apologizing. Remember when my Uncle and my Aunt had their baby? He wouldn’t let me sleep. I was woken up at 5AM due to him screaming around the house. I went back to sleep at 8AM, and they let him into the room I was sleeping in. He kept hitting my head and they laughed while he did it…Heh, I was so tired." 


"Aish, you’re too nice (Y/N), why can’t you just tell your friend that what she did was wrong?” Jungkook asked for the tenth time. 

“Jungkook, no matter how many mistakes someone makes, they’re still human, and they probably have their reasons…and she apologized.” I said, pouting a bit. 

“And that makes it okay? You’re really…too nice.” Jungkook said, sighing to himself. 

“No I’m not, look how mean I am to you!” I said, trying to defend myself. 

“As if,” He snorted. “You treat me like I’m royalty, and even though I can pay for things when we go out, you don’t let me. Seriously like how are you even real, you’re like nice to everyone, even if they treat you like shit; not to mention, your heart is gold…" 

-End of Flashback-

I looked up at Jungkook’s face, looking at his delicate features. 

"My birthday is soon, in like a week? I’ll be 20 woohoo! You always hated how I am only a week older than you…We used to laugh about it all the time.” I said, laughing a bit, tracing over his knuckles and veins with my finger. 

“I know you can hear me, and you’re going to scold me for this…But I’m so so sorry, honestly…I know I’ve apologized countless times ever since this happened. It should’ve been me..” I said, tears escaping my eyes. 

“You told me that my heart is golden, you told me I’m too nice….I believe the same thing about you. I’m sorry I never told you. But why did you risk your life for me…? Jungkook, why? I miss you so much, it hurts. Please, please come back.” I cried, resting my forehead onto his hand, listening to my sharp intakes of breath, recalling the memory.

-Flashback-One Year Ago-

“Jungkook, seriously?” I laughed, running out onto the street as he tried to catch me. 

I stopped in the middle of the street and put my arms out as the wind blew my hair back. 

“Yes, seriously. You ate my ice cream!” He shouted, stopping a distance away from me to catch his breath. 

“Oh come on, you’re such a big baby! I’ll go out with the guys, we can go out together and I’ll buy you another, okay?” I asked, laughing a bit at the cute pout settled onto his face. 

He had been raving about this ice cream he hadn’t had in ‘ages’ and he was excited to eat it, and I was completely oblivious to which ice cream he had been talking about since he has like 40 of them in his freezer;so…I ended up eating it on accident. 

“But it’s not the ice cream that I wanted…” He whined. 

“Aish you ungrateful kid…” I murmured. “Okay after we go out to get ice cream, I’ll buy you the same one I ate." 

Jungkook smiled and nodded. I looked over my shoulder and caught a glimpse of the sky. I turned my body around fully and stared at the sunset in awe. The purple hues were over the bright mango pink, like an artist had painted it. The sun contrasted with the colors so nicely, I had always thought the sunset was one of the most beautiful things in the world. 

"Hey, Jungkook, we should go to the beach and watch the sunset one day…” I said. 

“Next year, on your birthday. I promise.” He said, squinting his eyes from the light hitting them suddenly. 

“Really? Yay!” I said in disbelief. 

As adventurous as Jeon Jungkook seemed, he was so damn lazy. He hated getting out of his room and I would always have to bug him to come out of his room and go somewhere with me before he turned into a vampire, all holed up in his room. 

I was so caught up in watching the sunset that I had forgotten I was in the middle of the street, though, the neighborhood seemed calm and quiet. No cars had passed by usually at this time. Once the sun completely went down, I spoke to Jungkook again. 

“Wow…That was so nice to watc-”

“(Y/N)!! MOVE!” Jungkook shouted, the loudest I had ever heard him. 

I was confused so I turned around but only made it halfway when I felt a strong push as I landed on the floor and the bright light of a car. I heard a loud thud and got up quickly…but not quick enough. 

I saw Jungkook on the floor, bleeding. I felt my heart shatter. I felt stupid, it was my fault. I felt pain, I felt sadness, I felt anger. The person in the car had gotten out, it was a middle aged man, he looked at Jungkook and I in horror and called an ambulance. I got down onto the floor next to him and held his hand when he reached for it. 

“(Y-Y/N), i-it hur-hurts.” He whimpered. 

“You’re going to be okay. You’re going to be just fine I promise.” I said, holding his hand. 

He was bleeding in two different places, his middle and his head. 

“Jungkook, don’t close your eyes, stay with me.” I kept repeating, looking at him as he held his head, wincing. 

I had a horrified expression on my face as his plain white tee shirt turned into a shade of crimson. Then, his eyes were closed, no matter how much I yelled for him…

And he didn’t wake up…

-End of Flashback-

“I’m so, so, sorry Jungkook….It should’ve been me, it’s all my fault, I’m so stupid.” I cried out, my words barely coherent. 

“We’re going to go to the beach this year, right? For my birthday…just like you said? Please wake up by then…Please…please…please.” I pleaded. 

But it was useless…my pleading wasn’t going to change the fact that he was still under a coma. It wouldn’t change the fact that for the past year, he hasn’t been able to live or die. It wouldn’t change the fact that it happened, that it was my fault. I let the memories run through my head. All 7 years of friendship….and I didn’t confess to him. 

“I’m sorry…I’m sorry I hurt you. I’m sorry you’re like this. I’m so so so so so sorry. I can’t imagine my life without you, I can’t imagine it with the person I truly love..” I admitted, letting it slip through my mouth without even realizing. 

“I love you…I love you so much, please, come back…come back to me.” I pleaded, my tear stained face becoming sticky. 

I visited everyday, for 6 days. It was one day before my birthday. I planned to spend it in that hospital next to him. I smiled and greeted Eun-Jae, the girl at the front. She had become quite familiar with who I was over the past year. I walked over to Jungkook’s room, re-adjusting the sweater he got me and tugging at the long sleeves that fell over my hands. 

I saw a few doctors talking in front of the door, and I clutched the stuffed toy and box with a bracelet in my arms. The stuffed toy that Jungkook secretly wanted, Jimin had told me, I smiled as I looked at it, thinking about how goofy Jungkook was. If he wanted a plushie, he could’ve just asked Namjoon. I waited patiently across the hall from his door, I must’ve looked like a complete idiot smiling at a stuffed toy. 

One of the doctors looked at me, and I bowed and greeted them. They came up to me with serious faces, and I feared the worst. 

“You’re his…best friend? Correct?” The male doctor asked. 

“Y-Yes, that’s me. Is something wrong?” I asked in fear. 

They both laughed, and I heard a door click open. I widened my eyes at the two doctors. 

“Sweetheart, He’s awake.” The female doctor said. 

I felt my heart skip a beat, I dropped the things in my arms and saw that the door I heard open, was Jungkook’s. I asked the doctors if it was okay for me to go in, and they gave me permission, so I bowed to them and thanked them. I felt tears welling in my eyes as I rushed to his open door. When I walked in, I saw him, standing and looking out the window. 

“J-Jungkook?” I said, my voice unstable. 

He turned around, and I saw his face. He smiled. 

“(Y/N)?!” He said, walking towards me and hugging me tightly. 

Hearing his voice made a waterfall come out of my eyes and onto his hospital gown. 

“I-I can’t believe you’re awake.” I let out, my breath uneven. 

I couldn’t believe it…his arms were around me again. 

We sat down on his hospital bed and we started talking. 

“What day is it?” He asked. 

“August 27…one year later.” I said. 

“One year? I was out that long?” He let out in disbelief. “August 27? Your birthday is tomorrow!" 

"Yeah, it is. But I don’t care about that right now. You’re awake. It’s like a dream come true. This year has been hell without you. Do you know how sad I was AT CHRISTMAS?! ALONE?” I said, my eyes tearing up again. 

“Ahh, don’t cry again.” He said, bringing his hand up to my face. 

“I-I can’t.” I let out. 

“I’ll take you to the beach, and we can go do a bunch of things to make up for me being gone.” Jungkook said, smiling at me. 

“Are you kidding? You just woke up, take it slow. I’m so sorry, this happened because of me, Jungkook forgive me.” I rambled. 

“Hey, don’t be sorry, I’d do anything for you, and I’m fine, the doctors said I can go home. It’s not your fault, I missed you.” He said, hugging me once again.

We kept talking and then we were silent for a while as I fidgeted with my fingers nervously. 

“(Y/N)?” He suddenly said, making me look up. 

“Jungkook?” I replied, making him laugh. 

“I love you too."