empire strikes back is so fake because luke is from space nevada & he was hanging out on hoth like no problem. he would have spent the whole time complaining about the cold!!!!! it would be so annoying han would have let him die
ok i don’t support shipping cami and lili, but was i the only one that noticed them get a little ~weird~ with cole during the livestream?? when cami and cole are joking around, lili’s very visibly annoyed, she even goes as far as to roll her eyes and sigh. later on, cole and lili start a conversation, and cami interrupts by asking them to answer the questions instead 👀
I understand. Let's say just get up in the morning, get some breakfast, go for a walk...and that's it for a start.
*internally: sounds reasonable, but that means first fighting against my will to just stay in bed and act as if I'm not existing. Getting up either way and facing my face and body in the mirror. There's an 80% chance that it's one of those days and I hate myself just so fucking much I could scream. But there's also a chance I look in the mirror and find a person that does not seem to be familiar to me looking back at me. Still, now you want me to shower and wash this body I find really disgusting. I have to see every single scar I have and maybe feel the burn of fresh cuts. Then I have to put on cloth, brush my teeth and my hair and do my makeup, as I can't go outside without hiding my ugly face under layers of primers and foundations and powders and highlighters and fake lashes and a perfect contour and a big nude fake smile. I spend money I don't have to make myself look good enough for myself to endure my own appearance. I remember to take my meds. Now I'm dressed (in clothes that hopefully say 'i don't care' when really I care a lot) and can go to the kitchen to prepare food that I know I won't be able to eat in 50% of the cases. There's also a good chance that I eat it and then find myself throwing up and ruining my makeup feeling every single disgusting cell of fat on my body vibrate while trying to breathe. Well either way let's say I might redo my make-up, brush my teeth again and step outside. I maybe take my horse with me and walk through the neighbourhood. I have to see people. I feel anxious. I would love to just turn around and go back home. But I keep on walking, trying to seem selfconfident so my horse and neighbours can't see or feel my insecurity. I'll try to be friendly and act normal even though I'm sure they hate me and laugh about me. Still if the communication between my horse and me isn't perfect today I'll probably cry and if a neighbour just looks at me in a way that i interpret to be unfriendly or cold or annoyed I'll probably cry too. Let's say I'm back home. Now it's like 11 in the morning. What do I do? By now I'm an emotional wreck, tired as hell, probably planing on how to harm myself with one half of my brain while the other half bundles it's last energy to prevent exactly this from happening. How do I survive the rest?*
◇ pairing: jungkook | reader, past yoongi | reader ◇ genre: angst with bits of fluff ◇ word count: 29.885 ◇ warnings: none
Min Yoongi leads Earth with a stern hand and a pair of cold eyes. You lead a withered space station that’s been losing hope for years, mind tired and heart torn. Jeon Jungkook is no more than a broken soldier who’s slowly losing his humanity, but his longing for the rain keeps him tied to the ground.
Three paths converge again when the two worlds clash, and as precarious as they were, it does not stop you from falling in love for a second time.
You are just eight years old when you look at Earth’s sky for the first time.
Though you are considered an observant child, you are still too young to understand the underlying meaning of your actions. Your eyes only see an unexplored vastness, infinite and alluring, undiscerning of the coiling tendrils that precariously tie two worlds together — yours, and Min Yoongi’s.
Top five dumbest arguments Yuuri and Victor have had?
well obviously the All Time Greatest Hit was “I thought we were going to get married and you thought I was just here to play coach until I proved I was good at everything and then leave you to lick your wounds quietly while I went back to skating AND YET you let me kiss you and gave me what I thought was an engagement ring okay new rule we have to use real words not just skating”
The other four:
Yuri is a generally tidy person but Victor is the type of person who says “we have to clean up before the cleaning lady gets here” “victor you literally could eat a meal straight from this floor”
shirts: folded, rolled, or filed like a crazy person
socks: twenty pairs of white and black ones in a bin like an animal or matched like a crazy person?
which is better, surreal Soviet cartoons that teach nihilism to four year olds or weirdass Japanese anime that show naked people to an audience of ditto
Victor had never previously thought about the fact that he could fall in love with an Apple Person, and yet here he is, in love with someone who uses a Mac Book Air
“you like chromeOS,” says Yuri. “that’s like, fake Linux OS-ified for people who don’t want to understand the internet” “and yet they’re $700 less than your Mac”
.who has to crawl out of the warm bed to let the dog out and who gets to sleep for fifteen minutes before their cold and annoyed husband returns with the dog and puts their cold feet on them
Summary: Dean’s made his deal and the Reader is unhappy about it. Denial and a hefty dose of ignoring Dean seem to be her way of trying to fix her broken heart, but will it work?
Warnings: Language, angst, implied smut, Dean being a turd and the Reader deflecting his attempts to fix things.
A/N: This was a request from @waywardlullabies from literally 3,000 years ago that I am just now finishing. Thank you vacation for the stroke of inspiration and thank you insomnia for the time to write it. Based off the song End Credits by EDEN. If you haven’t checked out this little indie band you are FUCKING MISSING OUT. So do yourself a favor and listen before reading this. Or listen while reading. And after. And for the rest of your life. You’re welcome. Also, this is entirely third person. Which I’m liking.
Sun is blaring through the open windows, the spring air the perfect temperature. Everything should be perfect, and if someone were to be looking in from the outside, if someone were to bump into the handsome young man and pretty young girl in the sleek black car, they’d think it was. Because that’s what spring offers, a feeling of hope, new beginnings, new life.
You, him, and Leta are all friends in Hogwarts, drawn together by your outcast natures and love of magical creatures
After Newt gets expelled, you two write each other letters every day
You miss him terribly when he’s away travelling
He misses you too, so much more than he thought possible
You’re waiting for him when he returns from his trip. You spend ages talking about his trip, even though you already know everything from his letters, just because you love hearing how passionate he is about his adventures
The time comes for him to leave for his next trip, and you’re saying goodbye before he boards his ship. He gets halfway up the gangplank before he stops, turns around and says “How would you feel about coming with me?”. You smile and tell him you thought he’d never ask.
You were close before?? Well, that doesn’t compare to spending life in each other’s pockets, travelling and rescuing magical creatures as you go.
The way you throw yourself into the trip and your natural curiosity about all the creatures makes him feel alive.
Watching how careful and gentle he is with creatures that most wizards would kill as soon as see makes your pulse race.
The lines between intense friendship and a romantic relationship blur, and you almost slip into the latter without realising it
Only actually realising how your relationships look to other people when a wizard who’s offering you accommodation says “Here’s the room for you and your spouse, Mr Scamander.” There’s much blushing, lingering eye contact and half finished sentences before the confusion is sorted
“Are we dating? Not that I’m opposed to that, not at all, I’d love to be - I mean - would you like us to be?”
You would very much like to be
The conscious transition from friends to dating is awkward at first until you talk and decide to let whatever happens happen
After that, it’s a lot easier. You don’t feel like there’s any rush, it’s just about what happens naturally
Your first kiss is really sweet and definitely worth the wait
Long days of working together, but enjoying every minute of it
Getting new creatures he discovers subtly named after you
He’s so awkwardly affectionate, and you adore it
He brushes your hair out of your face a lot. It takes your breath away every time
You’re the only person he trusts enough to look after all his creatures when he’s ill or otherwise unable to tend to them
Casually referring to any creatures that were born in your care as your ‘kids’ and then having to explain to people that you don’t actually have any children
Strolling through the case, hand in hand, checking on all the creatures
Just a lot of him playing with your hair really
Asking why the Erumpet gets a mating dance from him, but you don’t
Patching each other up when one of you gets a little careless around a creature
Stealing his blue coat when you’re cold. He’s not even annoyed, just pulls the coat around you a little tighter and tucks you into his arms
Him reading his journal to you of all the creatures he’s ever found and studied
Reading every draft of his book, offering suggestions and possible edits to be as helpful as possible
Being the only other person that Pickett is happy to be carried by
Cute little messy handwritten notes left on your work desk
100%, without question, the sneaky, sneaky Niffler steals the ring just before Newt can propose. Newt invents looking into the camera like he’s on the office decades early when he realises what’s happened
This is long and I don’t even know why! :P It has a lot of Bughead’s friends, a lot of Reggie (cause I love the guy), Archie’s birthday party for Jughead, many smutty mentions and it turns a tad steamy at the end! Thank you so much to the both of you for your lovely words, darlings!! I hope all of you enjoy! <3
“Alright, I know that with Jason’s current RIP
situation my question could be considered blasphemous, but I’m so dying to ask, no pun intended. How fiery
was the Blossom ginger in bed after all, P?” Veronica smirked foxily, her
attention solemnly focused on perfecting the burgundy nail polish on her toes.
“I’m still in the room you know.” Cheryl’s voice came
cold and annoyed from behind her, the redhead beauty dropping dramatically the
Vogue magazine she was reading on her bare legs that seemed to go for miles on
the beige sofa she was occupying. The brunette just shot her a look over her
“Well, nobody invited you in this room to begin with.”
Sarcasm and New York attitude mixed in a perfect combination, Veronica knew how
to push the bottoms of her frenemy like a pro.
Cheryl just scoffed, her attention going back to an article
about belts and pricey pashminas, Veronica mouthed a ‘thank you’ in mockery and
Betty let a soundless chuckle. The night was indeed going to be fun.
It was a night filled with giggles and girly banter
inside the Lodges’ luxurious apartment at the Pembrooke. After seeing Polly’s
utter happiness at the baby shower, the older girl just longing to have her
sister and friends close after spending years in the solitude of that
god-forsaken place her mother had forced her into, the gatherings of the three girls,
along with party-crasher Cheryl, were frequent and very much enjoyed by all to
say the truth. Alice Cooper was starting to get a tad more lenient too, seeing
as Betty was standing her ground and dreading the possibility of losing both
her daughters, so tonight Betty Cooper had an allowance slip to spend the night
at Veronica’s for a much needed and ridiculously girly slumber party.
The apartment’s spacious living room was transformed
so only the beige sofa was in its original place but with comfy mattresses laid
in front of it and covered with a sea of colorful puffy pillows and warm
knitted blankets and duvets, creating a cozy huge bed for all the girls to rest
on. The Lodge women had gone all out with the food too; colorful cupcakes and
any flavor milkshakes, chocolate donuts, all kinds of sweets and candies, salty
treats, pop-corns, nachos, you name it. There was even a large plate of
chocolate brownies exclusively for Polly, since they were her favorite and she
was always craving them now that she was expecting. Betty felt eternally
grateful for what Veronica and her mom were doing for her sister. Of course
they had helped themselves to everything while watching a couple of classic
rom-coms, the light entertainment making them forget the crazy world they were
living in and actually have a laugh, and now that Hermione had retired to her
own room for the night, the girls found the opportunity to move on to the most
cliché part of the night; beauty and boys talk.
Clarke lets her head fall back against the wall with a thump. It’s only been a couple of hours, and already her phone is dead, her ass is aching from the hard concrete floor, and she’s starting to shiver.
It wasn’t her fault she got locked in the lab. Really.
She’d insisted Monty go home when he offered to stay back with her, telling him she just had a few more things to finish up. She thinks better with a clean workstation, but she’s not in the habit of tidying as she goes, so every now and then she stays an extra twenty minutes after work to clean up. How could she have known the big storage room– kept at a specific, chilly temperature– locks from the outside after hours?
There was no way she could’ve anticipated it, though that doesn’t stop her from berating herself the longer she sits, cold and annoyed and bored.
She’s done everything she can think of to do. She tried to call for help, but found that she had no service. Tried banging on the doors, but that’s useless when nobody is around to hear her.
So she resigned herself to her fate– spending the night right where she sat. She played games on her phone until she realized she’d want it throughout the night to check the time. She organized the shelves, built a tower out of tissue boxes, and set out paper towels to sit on, protecting herself from the cold, cold floor. But now it’s eight thirty, far too early to go to sleep, and she’s out of ideas.
Another thump as her head falls back against the wall again. And another. It’s been two and a half hours, is she already going crazy?
All of a sudden, the door opens.
She squints against the brightness, momentarily blinded.
“Holy shit,” someone says, as she blinks furiously. “Are you okay?”
“Thank god,” she sighs, scrambling to her feet, her limbs stiff. When she looks up again, she can make out the figure of a security guard, just as he steps further in. Too far. “No, no, no–” she cries, rushing toward the door, but it’s too late. It shuts behind him with an ominous locking sound. She swears and beats on it with her palms, knowing it’s no use.
a/n: wowie part three!!! lemme know if you’d like a part four!! requests are open for all you lovely little nuggets! happy reading👱🏻♀️🌈🤴🏼
tonight was a totally flop, my feet kill from standing so long, the food was served cold and to top it off no one asked me to dance the entire night so i stood and watched an awkward Betty try and confess her feelings to my brother and so far it didn’t look like it was going to crash hot
just when i thought the night could get worse if it possibly tried i spot cheryl walking over to me and at this moment i just wanting the ground to swallow me whole.
“hello my fellow riven vixen” she smiles sweetly
“hey cheryl” i smile and muster up as much enthusiasm and fake smiling as i could manage “what’s up” i tilt my head blinking to let her know im not a robot.
“are you coming tonight to the after party? im in the mood for chaos” her smile turns sinister as she batts her eyelids. “not tonight im super tired but enjoy!”
i try and walk past her but she catches me arm and yanks me back “i beg your pardon?” i roll my eyes pulling my arm free “i said no cheryl i will not be in attendance tonight- now if you’ll excuse me-”
she begins her snappy come back when i see reggie mantle walking over to us “care to dance andrews?” i breathe a sigh of relief “why of course mantle- if you’ll excuse me” i tell cheryl before grabbing his hand and letting him guide me out into the middle of the dance floor
“i never thought I’d say this but ive never been so happy to see you ever in my life” i sling my arms around his neck as we begin to slow dance. he chuckles at my remark and places his arms loosely on my hips
“things looked a little intense so i thought I’d go help my damsel in distress, you are my river vixen after all” he teases pulling me closer to his body.
“woah steady eddie i think your getting a bit ahead of yourself there. i can handle myself but thank you” he smiles down at me “your welcome”
the song ends and we break apart i catch a glimpse of the others watching reggie and i closely as he snakes his hand around my waist and tugs me toward his side. my brother mutters something to Betty before walking over to me and breaking us apart.
“if it isn’t the inferior twin, hey bud how you doing. did i tell you that your sister got mega hot” he winks at me before smirking up at my brother “jesus reg” i roll my eyes at the hormonal teen before walking toward my brother “let’s go home”
“actually Betty, Ronnie and I are going to the Blossoms- you should come-” i shake my head “no thanks im just going to hit Pops and then head home for a well needed bath”. he nods before turning and disappearing in the crowd.
i start the walk over to Pop’s my clutch in one hand my shoes in the other the cool wind blowing through my hair. i quicken my pace when i see the shimmering neon signs of the diner “thank god” i mutter entering the only place open at 11pm
it was much warmer inside then out my whole body shivered as it adjust to the warmness, “hey pop” i greet “the usual?” he asks and i nod searching for a booth when I spot the brunette boy huddled over his laptop.
“ill be sitting with juggie” the old man nods turning and placing my order into the kitchen, my stomach growling at the mouth watering smell of burgers and fries.
i approach the table with caution my whole body shivering from the cold “jug?”
his eyes shoot up from his laptop annoyance across his face as he realises it’s me, my heart sinks as i wrap my arms around my body “can i sit?” he doesn’t say a word he just nods focusing his attention back to his work
i slip into the open seat opposite him placing my heels and purse next to me, we sit in silence and i tap my fingers against the table hoping that he’d break first.
“god dammit!” i bang my hands on the table causing jughead to look at me in an instant closing his laptop. “what?” he says panicked
“im sorry for bailing today okay! i got swept up with B & V and my brother forced me to this stupid dance and i don’t have your number so I couldn’t message you to say no and i just had a really crappy night and I had to walk all the way from school to here in these damn shoes- and it’s like minus 2 degrees out there and I’m cold and hungry and annoyed because i flaked on you and i never flake- so im sorry please don’t do this-” i blurt resting my head in my hands.
the diner falls quiet and i keep my eyes close not wanting to see a Jugheads expression “here” i hear him mumble
i lift my head and see jugheads outstretched hand with his jacket hanging from his grasp, i grab it softly slipping into it and instantly feelings it’s warmth “thank you” i mumble.
“it’s okay-” he pauses to clear his throat “i actually only got here about an hour ago-” he chuckles grabbing a few fries off my plate and popping them into his mouth.
i drop my face into my palms and turn red in embarrassment before making eye contact with him again a grin wide on his face. i narrow my eyes at him pulling my plate closer to me.
“i can’t believe you made me think you were mad at me you jerk” i complain somewhat relieved at the concept “i tried to stop you but once you start ranting it’s extremely hard to stop you”
i laugh at the brunette boy as i sip on my milkshake “you’re an idiot” i mutter “you’re a an idiot” he mimics my voice making extremely offensive hand gestures. i throw a napkin at him and roll my eyes at him before sticking my tongue out at him. mature i know
we talk for a little bit before the bell in the diner goes off my brother walking in looking rather guilty “s'cuse me” i mutter to jughead before slipping out of the booth and walk over to the service desk where archie stands
“sorry kid she hasn’t been in here tonight just these two-” “who” i ask catching the end of their conversation “uh betty” he confesses itching the back in his neck he walks past me and toward jughead
“archie what’s wrong with B?!” i ask annoyed but he ignores me asking jughead to sit before taking my place in the booth “earth to archie?!” i complain annoyed.
“what!” he snaps gazing at me
“Betty, where is she and what the hell happened at Cheryl’s”
“nothing!” he stammers looking to the both of us before looking back down at his hands “look ronnie and i- uh we kissed..” my jaw drops
“in front of here?!” i ask fuming “well not tech-”
“archie i swear to god-!” i yell anger pulsing through me
“yes!” he snaps yelling at me “i came here to apologise!” he tries to reason
i scoff “to who, to betty to me or to jug- because I’m pretty sure you owe us ALL an apology even damn ronnie needs one” i yell at my brother storming away from the booth before turning quickly on my heels and heading back to the boys.
archie flinches as i reach over the booth and give jughead a hug “night jug sorry again ill see you tomorrow- ive got to find Betty” he nods understandingly “to be continued?” i nod and turn around walking out of the diner and directly to the coopers residence
i sneak up into Bettys room and knock twice waiting patiently for her to open the window, within a minute the lights inside her room turn on and the click of her window unlocking as she pulls it up with ease “(y/n)?” she says surprised
“what the hell did that stupid ginger haired brother of mine do this time” she sniffles and i hold my arms outstretched and she rushes into them crying softly into my shoulder
“the kissed in the closet for seven minutes in heaven- she knew & so did he but they did it anyway” she wipes her eyes before siting on the edge of her bed “boys are stupid” i tell her placing my hand on her shoulder
“i don’t get why he doesn’t like me (y/n) what’s wrong with me i just-” she chokes on her words wiping her wet cheeks with her fingers.
“he loves you i know that just not in the way you want him to- but you know what sometimes they’re better of being friends then anything more” i try and comfort her letting her rest her head on me.
her phone vibrates and she sighs when she reads it “its arch-” she croaks “he’s outside” i give her shoulders a squeeze.
“you don’t have to see him if you don’t feel up to it, i can tell him you just want to be alone” she shakes her head “it’s okay” she gives me a weak smile before we both stand from her bed and walk downstairs
she pauses and turns around staring at me looking puzzled “what?” i ask “is that jughead as jacket?” i look down at the fabric and smile shyly “yeah i was at pops and it was cold so juggie leant it to me”
she raises her brows at me “jesus just open the door”!
she opens the front door to reveal my brother standing further down the drive way “ill be right here” i tell her giving her hand a reassuring squeeze before she walks down to meet him talking in hushed whispers before Betty turns around and rushes to me crying even more than before
i run my hands over her hair trying to soothe her as i catch my brothers guilty expression “call me if you need anything okay B?” she nods wiping her tears and mumbling a thank you before disappearing into her house
i walk past my brother and over to our house “i can’t believe you” i mutter slamming the front door in his face.
“c'mon (y/n) you can’t be mad at me okay” “watch me” i yell back stomping up the stairs
“why do you even care!” he retorts clearly annoyed “she’s my best friend arch what the hell is that supposed to mean!”
“hey hey what’s going on here, arch (y/n/n)?” “nothing dad just the same ole jerk archie, night”
i shut my door with some extra force due to the anger coursing through my body “i can’t believe him”
“are you still mad?”
i stay seated in the passenger seat of my brothers truck, ive been giving him the silent treatment all morning and we’ve finally arrived at school & i was certainly in no mood for bullshit today
“look arch- i am still mad okay your my brother and she’s my best friend i hate having to pick corners it’s not fair- what you and veronica did was wrong okay? but i stand by you because your my brother but that doesn’t mean that i ive forgiven you for what you did”
he nods staring blankly at me “i guess I’ll take it” I give him a single nod before getting out of the car and walking off to find betty i was definitely not in the mood to wait for my brother and face her with him.
i spot her leaning against her locker, “Betty!” i call out. She smiles when she see,s me she looks a lot better almost like last night never happened. i approach her giving her a small hug and a small squeeze on the shoulder
“your still wearing that?” she smirks at me. i glance down at juggies jacket “it’s warm, plus i can return it to him today” i finish closing my locker
“yeah okay whatever, oo i have something to pick up from the office wanna come with” i nod following the girl “how you feeling?” she shrugs “im over it” i nod >
we enter the office and i spot a huge vase of yellow flowers, “are they for betty?” i point and betty widens her eyes opening the car perched on top of the bouquet, my eyes widen even more “from v? as in-”
“veronica” the three of us say in unison, we turn to see Veronica standing in the door way holding a box “i also got you some cupcakes i flew them in from New York” i side eye Betty and furrow my brows giving her the ‘are you serious look’
i sit back and watch as veronica vows to never do anything like that again and beg for Betty’s forgiveness and as Betty is in fact Betty she stupidly forgives her and now they are back to best buds typical
“im actually surprised that you forgave her so easily, i would’ve made her grovel a bit” i tell her as i smell her flowers “yeah i know you would c'mon i have free period let’s go to the lounge”
“do you think if i act upset she’ll fly me in cupcakes too?” i joke earning a chuckle from Betty “atta girl” i wink at her as we exit the office. “you’re impossible” she jokes.
thats when we pass the familiar brunette standing a this locker his eyes already locked on me, we walk past him and i send him a shy smile “hey juggie” he’s cheeks tint and as he smiles stupidly at the ground “hey-” he mumbles a smile clear on his face
a/n: send me a request if you’d like a part 4!! i hope your enjoy this let me know commenting down below, sending me a message or by following my blog so you’ll never miss an upload!! lots of love nugs🌹🥂
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Synopsis: Life for (Y/N) had been, for the most part, normal. She worked, went to college, went to parties, had friends, you know, the basics. However, all of this changed when she started seeing a mysterious, attractive, and most of all dangerousman everywhere after one fatal night that seemed to be just a coincidence.
Genre: Mafia AU
Warnings: Cursing/swearing, slight violence (not a lot though)
Word Count: 1,110
It was late at night when you first saw him. You were on your way home from your job at the coffee shop and ready to go die in a hole. Work had tired you out even more than usual, and with finals coming up you had little to no time to relax. Why were finals even necessary? They barely even affected your grade! It feels like they were only put into this world to make you suffer.
You sighed as you continued walking home, ranting about finals in your sleep deprived mind. Suddenly, a strong gust of cold, winter air blew in your face, almost throwing you to the ground.
“At this rate I’m gonna catch a cold,” you sighed, annoyed at the fact that the only reason you were walking home was because your friend failed to pick you up. Well, you couldn’t blame her, it was almost one in the morning, who would come and pick you up at this hour?
“For fucks sake, why didn’t I buy a car!” you whined, feeling all the stress that has been piling up on you slowly leave your body. You shouldn’t throw a tantrum in the street, it’ll draw unwanted attention to yourself, and that’s the last thing you want to deal with at the moment. You took a deep breath and continued walking.
“Hey! He’s trying to run, get him!” a deep voice shouted from an alley a few feet ahead.
Suddenly, a well-dressed man came dashing out of the alley, heading straight for you. You quickly jumped out of his way, hiding behind a few trashcans. This wasn’t a bad neighborhood, was it? You have never seen any gang members lurking around this part of the city, why are they a threat now? You peeked out from the side of the trashcan to see where the man had gone. He was fast, he was almost close enough to (what you assumed to be) his car. However, he wasn’t fast enough. Three beefy men soon came out of the alley running twice his speed, tackling him to the ground in no time. Suddenly, you heard a deep laugh come from the direction of the alley.
“You thought you could get away, cute,” the mysterious man laughed once again.
Was this the gang leader? What if he saw you? Would you get mugged too? He slowly walked over to the struggling man. One thing you noticed right off the bat was that all these people were so well dressed. They can’t be gangsters, can they? They were all well-dressed, so they obviously had no need for money. Who were they, then? Nevertheless, you still were scared to the point where you could piss yourself.
Once the man finally reached the others he reached into his pocket and took out a gun. It took you every ounce of strength in your body to refrain from screaming. What the fuck! Holy shit, was he going to shoot him?
“I suggest you stop struggling and we can get down to business, now, where’s the money you owe?” the man questioned while pointing the gun to the other’s head.
“I don’t owe you anything, V, it’s the boss that does.”
V, what type of name was that? That can’t be his real name.
“Well then, where’s the money that ‘the boss’ owes?” V growled.
“I don’t know, why don’t you ask him?” the other man replied rudely. V nodded to the two beefy men holding the other down. One of the men held the victim in place while the other kicked him in the gut, causing him to spit out blood.
“I advise you to not give me an attitude, and I might let you go alive,” he said, smiling sadistically.
The man took many deep breathes before answering. He look like he was about to pass out from the amount of pain he received.
“Come on, what do they call you? Oh, yes, Jackson Wang, isn’t it? Come on, Jackson, just tell me where the money is and I’ll let you go home to your family and friends. Doesn’t that sound nice?” V urged on the man called Jackson with a teasing tone, as if this was all a game to him.
As bad as it sounds, you didn’t want anything to do with this right now, it all seemed so surreal. Deep down, you really wanted to help Jackson, clearly this wasn’t his fault, it was his boss’s fault. However, right now your priority was to get home and get to bed. All you had to do was get out of the area as quietly as possible. That shouldn’t be so hard right? You carefully started to crawl away from the trashcans and in the direction of your home. However, luck didn’t seem to be on your side today when you knocked over one of the trashcans you were hiding behind.
“Shit”, you cursed, drawing V and his henchmen’s attention towards you, conveniently giving Jackson the chance to escape and get in his car.
“Get her!” V yelled at his henchmen, causing you to run like you were in the Olympics.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you whispered as you ran along the sidewalk, heading towards Downtown. They wouldn’t be able to get you there, there should still be an abundance of people even if it’s late at night, not to mention all the lights. Your adrenaline was through the roof right now, making you run the fastest you’ve ran.
“Speed up you dumb asses! She’s getting away!” you heard V yell behind you.
It didn’t matter if they sped up now, however. Downtown was right in sight, and, just as you had predicted, it was still bustling with people despite the time. You quickly ran into the crowd, hoping to make them lose sight of you. Luckily, you looked back just in time to catch the three men heading back the direction you came from.
“Holy shit, I need to start working out,” you breathed out as your adrenaline high came down and the fatigue hit you like a bus. On the bright side, you got away from those men, and even saved a man’s life! However, what still plagued your mind was the fact that they weren’t gangsters. They were too well-dressed to be gangsters, so what were they? Why did they have guns? Why did Jackson’s “boss” even owe money in the first place? You shook these thoughts from your head and started walking back home once again, but one thought didn’t seem to go away.
The harsh winter in Mirkwood and the absence of a certain Elvenking do not leave you any other choice than hoarding all the blankets you can get.
Rating: G Fandom: The Hobbit Prompt: Imagine how Thranduil convicts you of late-night blanket stealing. Pairing: Thranduil Oropherion x Reader Type: Reader insert, one-shot, fluff Date: 16th February, 2015 Words: 1977 Warnings: Pure unadulterated fluff. A way too cheesy plotline. Overprotective Thranduil. Grammatically questionable Sindarin: “my love” (meleth nîn), “sweet dreams” (elei velui) and “love of my life” (meleth e-guilen). A/N: This is the first and the only story that made it through my gigantic writer’s block. It is not more than an apprentice piece I wrote two years ago based on an imagine on @sindarinkisses, a now inactive Tolkien writing blog. Beta’d:@jezvontesse
Got7 reaction to you falling asleep on another member’s arm
JB JB would be mad, but try not to let it show. He would judge you from a far, mumbling to himself how you were his girlfriend and not someone else’s.
“If you want to cuddle… you should just ask me Y/N, your boyfriend.”
Mark I feel like Mark would either be totally cool with it or very jealous but not wanting to show it to anyone. He would walk over and poke your cheeks until you woke up and he would wrap your arms around him so you could still sleep, just on his arm instead.
“Yeah… that’s not happening.” *wakes you* “Sleep on my arm, jagiya.”
Jackson Jackson would be the biggest drama queen about it. He would immediately walk over and scold the other member as well as pick you up and put you down as far away from them as possible. When you would ask what is wrong he would make it very clear to you that you are HIS girlfriend and not anyone else’s.
“Y/N, you are MY girlfriend. You can not just sleep on whoever you want to. You are mine, so you should sleep on me.”
Jinyoung Since he is more calm and collected, I feel like he would be very cool about it and just let you sleep, but he would definitely be judging you hard. He would maybe give the other member a glare before continuing what he was doing.
*death glare to the other member*
Youngjae Our sunshine would probably be okay with it or let you sleep either way. But if he was to wake you up, he would probably wake you gently and tell you he’d want you to sleep on his arm instead.
This gif doesn’t have any relevance, it’s just amazingly adorable. “Jagiya, can you sleep on me? My arm is cold anyway.”
Bambam Bammy would annoy you until you woke up and then give you a kiss to show you that he wanted your attention. When you were awake, he would probably sit you back down, letting you rest your head on his lap while playing with your hair.
“Y/N … Y/N-ah … wake up … I want to play with youuuu—”
Yugyeom Gyomie would get really teasing about it to the point where you would avoid falling asleep on any other members altogether. He would pinch your cheeks and say you two look cute together. He would do it to play with you but also to hide his jealousy.
You: “What are you doing?” “I ship it. You two look so cute together.” You: “Stop.” “So cute”
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