he looks cute in a bowtie

Some Things Kent Has Said to the Rookies While Sober: (See Drunk version here)

1. (About his blind date) “He’s a nice guy, but he kissed me and then he left me at the door? What the fuck?” (“Maybe he wants to take it slow?”) “I’m not the fucking Pope, James. I’m horny now.” (“The Pope doesn’t—”) “Maybe I need to flash my ankles some more. I’ll wear booty shorts for the next one.”

2. “I hope everyone here knows that if a—” (shouting) “—hot, tall, single dad in this establishment would like to buy me a drink and take me home tonight, I would literally leave all my friends in a heartbeat—” (turning back to rookies) “—Sorry. I see you guys like everyday.”

3. (On why he isn’t speaking to Jeff) “Jeff convinced me to watched ‘Me Before You’ yesterday. He promised me nobody dies. I cried the entire time when I was trying to order takeout afterwards. And then I cried on the toilet. I’m so fucking pissed. I can’t even look at him right now.”

4. “Dom and I are going to sing ‘I Have Nothing’ for the AcesTV special. I practiced every single fucking night in the shower this past week, and my neighbors filed two complaints against me, so just letting you know to like, get ready to eat my entire ass.”    

5. “My favorite things? Kit dressed up in one of those cute bowties they make for cats on Etsy. Mashkov’s ass in nice jeans. Extra guac in my burrito. Finding the love of my life and then realizing that they’re actually a prince or Batman. And winning the Cup every year. I don’t ask for a lot. It’s not a lot.”  

+1. “The lighting in the locker room is amazing, what the hell, did they change the bulbs? It makes my abs look fantastic. Someone help me sext my husband, he’s gonna want to see this.” (Smacks rookie’s arm.) “No, not like that. Take the photo from the top-down, do you not know your angles? God.”

Going to the Yule Ball with Draco Malfoy would include...

Originally posted by crystalgreene-justromance

request -  Dancing with Draco at the Yule Ball.

a/n - i kind of changed it up and made it into a yule all with draco thing since i had a lot more ideas to offer into the request, hope you don’t mind!!! xxx

- he probably asked you by using a charm to be all cutesy

- he only went all out because he thinks you’re the absolute cutest in the school

- also would probably beat crabbe and goyle up if they called they said anything about you that was negative

- him asking fellow slytherins to tie his bowtie

- ‘draco all you’ve ever told me to do is go stick a dragons egg up my arse why should i help you now’


 - waits for you at the bottom of the staircase in front of the great hall

- might i mention that you’ve already tripped on your dress a good 5 times already

- your mom sent you that dress okay!!! it was special and you hope he would like it

- and oh boy did he

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Her Three Handsome Boys

Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

Characters: Y/n, John, Dean, Sam

Pairing: John x Y/n (FEMALE READER)

Warnings: Fluff, absolute fluff. Suit shopping, happiness, fluffffff!!!

Word Count: 542

Summary: Y/n takes the boys suit shopping.

A/N: Ok, more fluff for this series, cos I just wanna!! Hope u like it!!

Tagged Peeps: @waywardsons-imagines@whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname@sallyp-53@salvatorexwinchester@helvonasche@notnaturalanahi@wayward-mirage@riversong-sam@nerdflash@miss-miep@impala-dreamer@greek-geek481@chelsea072498@deals-with-demons@plaidstiel-wormstache@impalaimagining@deathtonormalcy56@the-latina-trickster@aingealcethlenn​ @squirrels-angels-and-moose @meganwinchester1999@cubs2019-blog@lucifer-in-leather@straightestgay-voice@professsionalsinner@deantheotherkingofkinks@50shadesofyes​ @lucis-unicorn @kumaartz@whispersandwhiskerburn@lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell@colespriverdale​ @daddysxlittlexsunshine @moose-andnotmoose@atc74​ @wonderange


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Y/n sat in the chair, waiting for him to come out.

She could feel her heart pounding, the thought of seeing him, making her happier than she should’ve been.

Then again, of course she’d be giddy.

Who wouldn’t be right now?

“Come on! It doesn’t take this long to get dressed!”

Y/n heard the deep chuckling coming from in the dressing room.

“That why it takes you almost an hour to get ready?”

She rolled her eyes, even if he couldn’t see her.

But he did have a point.

Ever since they’d began actually going out into the town and not just staying cooped up in the cabin, John had been taking her on a lot of dates.

They’d found real friends that weren’t monsters, who were totally willing to take care of the boys.

Of course, sometimes that wouldn’t work and they’d both end up coming along on their dates.

But she didn’t care.

Y/n loved all of her boys.

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Prompt: Date Night!

It’s Fanfic Sunday! (Monday whoops, ran a little late because I got carried away with the writing) Prompt is Formal Event + aquarium date, suggested by an anon and the discord chat! <3 Thank you so much and I hope you enjoy the read! Will try to do the other prompts next time! Read it under read more!

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I Am You, You Are Me || Soulmate!Soonyoung || Oneshot

Originally posted by visual-17

GENRE: fluff, soulmate!au, non-famous, convenience stores, college kids

WORDS: 3413

BLURB: Are ugly sweaters a trend nowadays?

A/N: Obviously heavily inspired by Zico’s song of the same name. Have been wanting to finish this for FOREVER, and finally! It’s also my first gender-neutrel fic so please go easy on me. Hope you guys like :)

“Hyung! Could you get me some ramen from the convenience store?”

“Why can’t you get it yourself?”

Chan swivelled in his chair to face the older boy, pouting slightly. “I’m studying! And it’s cold outside. These finals are really important, you know this! What if I catch a cold out there?”

A loud sigh came from the couch where Soonyoung was laying on. “Then eat the ramen we have! Mingyu just went grocery shopping yesterday.”

“But I want my favourite…” The younger boy was petulant and Soonyoung found himself sighing again, sitting up to face his favourite dongsaeng. The kid looked exhausted – what he needed was sleep, not ramen – but one look at that pout and Soonyoung was slowly standing up, though not without a bit of groaning and feigned reluctance.

“You’re lucky I love you kid,” Soonyoung muttered, searching for a sweater and his keys. Chan’s lips quirked up into a grin. “Thanks hyung. You’re the best.”

“Yeah yeah.” Soonyoung wandered into his room and grabbed the first thing off the floor, pulling it over his head. When he walked out Chan was scrunching his nose at him.


“You’re wearing that?” the younger boy asked with disdain.

“What? It’s comfy!”

“It’s ugly.”

“It’s late. No one’s going to look at what I’m wearing.”


“Do you want your ramen or not?” Soonyoung threatened. Chan just shrugged, turning back to his work. “Do whatever you want hyung. I’m just saying you never know when you’ll bump into your soulmate and I doubt you want to be caught in that ugly sweater.”

Soonyoung just rolled his eyes and left the dorm. Instantly, a cold whip of air hit him. Ugly or not, he’d rather be warm in the thick sweater than freeze to death trying to make a good impression, soulmate be damned.

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As soon as I laid eyes on @ask-royai-lty piece with Roy and Riza as Fuhrer and First Lady I had  to write about it. omg. It’s a lot longer than I thought it would be. But it’s fluffy and cute. and I hope you like it! 

“I don’t understand why I have to wear a suit and tie.”

She arranged his bowtie as he fidgeted uncomfortably. “Because you happen to be the highest ranking officer in the country and, sometimes, you have to look nice.”

“I look nice in the standard uniform, as well. All of this would look better if we weren’t in the picture at all. I bet that stunning dress looks more stunning on the floor.” She forcefully nudged his shoulder.

“Please behave. This is what you wanted,” She said, smirking at his immaturity.

He looked pensive. “I recall you wanting this too.”

“For you.”

”Us.” He emphasized, nodding. “Yes, I wanted to lead the country, give hope, and help the those who are looked down on. But I didn’t mean taking stuffy pictures for fluff pieces in the paper and sitting still for a portrait to go up in Central Command.”

“It’s part of the job description. As usual, you didn’t read between the lines before you signed.” She reminded him mockingly. “Fluff pieces are great way to reach out to all the citizens of Amestris who don’t live near Central, or so says your public relations officer.”

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Winner’s Luck

Tom Hiddleston x Actress!Reader

Summary: Tom is called onstage to receive an award from you, the presenter. A congratulations cheek kiss turns out to be something else. (Based on this prompt from thfrustrationprompts)
Genre: Romance/fluff
Rating: T
Warnings: Swearings
1,371 words

Notes: Just uploading this Tom one that I wrote a while ago while I finish the next request! A silly thing in this sea of wonderful Tom’s fics and its incredibly talented authors. Hope y’all enjoy! <3


Tom let out a small gasp as he saw her sliding down the stage graciously with her wine dress. Her legs appearing way longer and tan than he’d ever saw before with the cut-out right above her thigh.

If he only knew she was the one presenting his category.

When she reached the microphone, one of the stage helpers handed her the so called envelope and she smiled muttering ‘Thank you’. Right there, Tom got lost in his tracks.

All the pictures of her that he had came across the internet didn’t do her beauty justice. She was so way more lovely in vivid eye.

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Two Sides (Barry Allen x Reader)

Originally posted by justbarryallen

Prompt: Team Flash finally were able to go to Earth Two to find out information about Zoom. There, Barry sees your doppelganger and is able to see his life in Earth Two. As he discovers more about E2 Barry’s everyday life, he realizes just how much he wants you to be his.

Word Count: 4kish (its a lot im sorry)


Author’s Note: So, I have a tendency to go off on my imagines which is why I already have two series BUT I will try to keep this one short haha so this one will only be one part! Also, I’d love to hear feedback from y’all by the way!:)

“You should ask her out,” Cisco told Barry as he put the finishing touches on the large portal machine that would take them to Earth 2.

Barry whipped his head over to where his best friend stood. Then scoffed nervously.

“Pshh, me? I don’t like Y/N,” Barry stuttered. He shrugged his shoulders as if it were no big deal. Cisco looked up from his work and gave Barry a face before resuming where he left off.

“Yes, you do, Barry. It’s kinda obvious. Plus, Caitlin and I both think that she likes you too.” At that, Barry was suddenly interested. 

“Wait, what? You think she likes me?” the speedster asked. Barry has had the longest crush on you. You didn’t work at S.T.A.R Labs, but you came over frequently enough that he began to develop feelings for you. Perhaps feelings deep enough to where his day consisted of always being with you and his nights wishing you were lying next to him. 

Cisco smiled and pointed a finger at Barry. “See! I knew you liked her. I had a suspicion that Y/N liked you, and Caitlin might’ve had the chance to get Y/N to slip a little secret,” Cisco said, winking at Barry.

Barry blushed. Could you like him? He knew that you considered him one of your best friends, but did you consider him closer than a friend?

Right on cue, you walked in with a tray of coffee.

“Hey!” you greeted. Your smile met Barry’s and his heart started to beat a little faster. 

“Here,” you started, grabbing a coffee to give to Barry. “It’s my day to get coffee, so I ran by Jitters real quick before coming here.” You then gave one to Cisco before taking yours. 

“Done!” Cisco whooped as he pumped his fists in the air. He clapped his hands together and looked at Barry.

“We’re going to Earth Two,” he told Barry who came over to clap Cisco on the back.

“I wanna go,” you said smiling. 

“Uh, no, Y/N. You’re staying here with Caitlin,” Cisco told you. You scrunched your eyebrows and got defense. 

“No, I’m going. I already asked Harry. He said it would be fine if I came.”

Then Barry stepped in. “Y/N, Cisco’s right. It’s dangerous over there. I think it would be best if you stayed here.”

You crossed your arms. “I can take care of myself, guys. Plus, I spent two years of my life studying cosmology. This would be the coolest thing to experience!” Barry went to argue with you again, but you wouldn’t have it.

“No,” you interrupted. “I. Am. Going.” Your voice was stern as you glared at the two boys. No matter how tough they acted, they always crumbled under you and Caitlin’s stare. 

“Fine,” they said, giving in. 

You smiled and gave a small noise of victory. 

“Alright, guys,” Harrison announced as he walked into the large room with Caitlin following close behind. 

“You ready to go?” Harry asked, looking at the three of you. You nodded. 

“Then let’s go.”

In Earth Two, the four of you appeared at S.T.A.R. Labs. Only it wasn’t the S.T.A.R. Labs that you’ve come to know.

Barry and Cisco looked at each other and started to chuckle in reverence. 

“Dude, we did it!” Cisco said excitedly. You started to smile. You and the boys walked outside to see Earth Two. It was the same as Earth One, only more futuristic. You looked at it in awe. 

“Welcome to Earth Two,” Harrison said.

After Barry and Cisco fanboyed a little and took pictures of Earth Two, they finally composed themselves to focus on the mission at hand. 

Barry went to get his doppelganger as you and the rest waited in Harrison’s office. 

Not a moment later, Barry came back with…another Barry. You sat up in your seat in curiosity. This was interesting. As E2 Barry freaked out, you were looking at him. He looked just like Barry, but in a nerdy cute way.

His hair was gelled back and he wore huge glasses. His clothes were different too. E2 Barry wore a vest and slacks whereas your Barry wore a t-shirt and jeans. It was weird, but you kind of liked it.

Barry cringed at the sight of E2 Barry ranting at Harrison and when he saw you checking him out, Barry began to dislike him just a little bit. Y/N liked this nerd? Barry slightly rolled his eyes, but then a stop in E2 Barry’s ranting made him look over.

E2 Barry was staring right at you, speechless. 

“Y/-Y/N?” E2 Barry stuttered. You raised your eyebrows in confusion.

“Yeah…?” you responded. 

The nerdy Barry began to look at you then at Harrison then back at you. “How-how do you know Y/N? Is she here with you?” he asked Harrison. 

But E2 Barry didn’t wait for Harry’s response. He walked up to you and kneeled to where you were still seated. He cupped your face in yours and looked at you with a genuine smile. You were so confused that you couldn’t move. You stared into his eyes, seeing the same golden flecks that were in your Barry’s eyes.

“I knew it,” he whispered. “I knew that you’d be good again.”

Barry was beyond uncomfortable. What the hell was happening? He was about to cut off this little talk when suddenly E2 Barry kissed you. Barry’s eyes went wide with shock and jealousy. Who the hell did he think he was?

In a flash, Barry snatched Harrison’s taser and used it on E2 Barry in the midst of kissing you. You didn’t know what to do. Your eyes went wide when Barry kissed you. 

You did like Barry. You didn’t even know how many times you’d fantasized about Barry kissing you, but this was not what you imagined at all, no matter how soft or good that E2 Barry’s lips felt. 

You watched, frozen, as E2 Barry fell on the sofa unconscious after Barry had tasered him. 

“Whoa!” Cisco yelled. “What was that for?”

“It’s part of the plan,” Harrison explained, but all Barry could focus on was you. 

“Are you okay?” he asked you, slightly worried.

Then, you started laughing. “That was super weird,” you said. You looked up at your Barry. “How’d he know me?” you asked.

Barry shrugged, but he grabbed E2 Barry’s glasses and put it on his face. You smiled internally at how cute those glasses looked on him.

“That’s what I plan to find out.”

Barry was now wearing the vest and slacks. After he tasered E2 Barry, they ‘stripped’ him of his clothes and made Barry wear it, so that he could walk around Central City as this Earth’s Barry.

You smiled as you fixed Barry’s bowtie. “You look very handsome,” you said softly. He grinned at you.

“Really? You like it?” he asked, blushing slightly.

“Yeah,” you patted it down lightly when you finished, “It makes you look sharp.”

“Oh.” Barry raised an eyebrow. “So I wasn’t sharp before?” he accused jokingly. You slapped his chest. 

“You know what I mean,” you replied. 

“Alright, lovebirds,” Harrison interjected. “Barry, you need to go and get as much information about Zoom as you can before this one here wakes up.” Harry tilted his head towards the tied-up unconscious E2 Barry.

Your Barry nodded before giving you a last smile. Then, he ran out of the room, the wind making your hair fly around your face.

At CCPD, however, he came to see Iris who was a detective in this Earth. He was still best friends with Iris and when she offered to go to Jitters, or Jitterbug as it’s called in Earth Two, Barry forgot about his mission to find Zoom in order to figure out was his doppelganger’s life was like.

In Jitterbug, Barry sat next to E2 Iris while Joe sang on stage. And he sang well. Barry was awestruck at this different life of his. Here, Iris was the detective and Joe was singing his heart out at the cafe.

Barry was just about to ask Iris about Zoom when two metahumans walked in, silencing everyone from fear.

It was Caitlin and Ronnie. Although here, they went by Killer Frost and Deathstorm. 

Barry was shocked. He knew that Earth Two would be different, but he didn’t know that it would be this different. Caitlin was probably one of the nicest people that he knew, and here she was as a villain. Part of Zoom’s team. 

Just then, another meta walked in. One that made his heart drop to the bottom of his chest.

You appeared at the doorway, heels clicking against the tile. 

“Well, someone likes to make an entrance,” Killer Frost said with a smirk. You, E2 you, sauntered towards her and shrugged.

“What can you say? I’m a sucker for attention,” you purred.

Just then, E2 you made eye contact with Barry. He looked at you, still in awe. You wore a tight black jumpsuit that displayed your figure more than you usually did. You wore black stilettos, which he was pretty sure you rarely wore, and your y/h/c was unruly, yet in a sexy way that made Barry captivated with this E2 version of you. And to top it off, you wore a black mask, covering only your eyes, which somehow, made the white in them stand out more.

“Midnight,” Deathstorm said, using your pet name. “I told you to stay with Zoom.”

You ignored him, however, and still looked at Barry. You gave a tiny smirk before looking back at Deathstorm. 

“What did I say about calling me that? It makes me sound like a dog,” you objected. “And I got bored. Zoom left, and I heard-” you paused. You started to walk around the coffee place, looking at the terrified humans. “-that there was a breacher here. I’d love to meet them.” 

Then, Iris stood up and pointed a gun at you. “This is CCPD! Everyone out!” she yelled. She looked at you. “You’re under arrest.”

The three of you watched amusingly as everyone scrambled out the doors except for E2 Iris and Joe, and Barry, who was still intrigued by your doppelganger. 

Without lifting a finger, you used your telekinesis and nodded your head slightly towards the left that made Iris’ gun fly out of her hand and across the room. She stood baffled. You chuckled darkly.

“You thought that you could arrest me? Arrest us?” You looked over at Killer Frost who had come up beside you. 

“Oh, you’d be fun to kill,” Killer Frost whispered to the detective as ice began to form on her hands. 

“Wait,” you said, putting your hand in front of Killer Frost to stop her. It worked, as she put her arms down and looked at you with slight annoyance.


“I don’t think Zoom would appreciate us killing one of the police officers,” you started. “Imagine the mess that would cause.” You gave Killer Frost a look, knowing you were right. 

“Plus,” you said, looking at the three humans in front of you. “They’re in no way the breacher. Go. Find them. I got this covered. Wouldn’t want Zoom getting impatient,” you finished with a sly smirk. 

Killer Frost looked at you for a moment before shrugging and walking back to where Deathstorm stood. 

“Alright, but be quick. Zoom’s gonna want this breacher found. And quickly.”

You nodded, standing as if you were about to attack the humans the second that the couple left. And when they did, you did the opposite and relaxed your stance. 

“Okay, you guys need to go,” you demanded as you looked at Iris and her dad. Barry looked at you shocked at your sudden change in demeanor but smiled internally. He knew you were good. Earth One or not, you could never be a bad person, and he loved you for that. 

Iris nodded, not surprised at your command, and grabbed her dad by the arm and began to drag him out of Jitterbug. Iris then looked back at Barry. 

“Barry, you coming?” she asked. Barry looked at you and something in your eyes told him to stay. Remembering the debacle over at S.T.A.R. Labs, he assumed that something was going on between E2 you and E2 him.

“Uh, yeah, just a moment,” Barry responded.

Iris nodded, and then closed the door behind her. When the satisfying click of the door reached your ears, you walked over to where he was sitting and immediately locked your lips with Barry’s. He sat still for a moment before melting into your touch. He moaned into the kiss as you climbed on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I haven’t seen you in a while,” you whispered against his lips. Barry hummed as he grabbed your waist, pulling you closer to him. But then Barry realized how wrong this was, even if it felt so good.

This wasn’t you. This was Earth Two you. He liked you. Not this doppelganger you. Even though he knew that he’d come to like both anyways.

Even with the million voices in his head telling him not to, he pulled away from the heated kiss. You pouted. 

“What? You’re not up for it today?” you whined. You grabbed his collar before pulling him into another kiss. “You told me you loved it last time.”

Barry had to pull away again. “Wait? What do you mean? We did it?” he asked shocked. 

You cocked your head in confusion. “Yeah, Barry. Like ten times now…are you okay?” you inquired. 

“Yeah, yeah,” he chuckled. “I had just had a little memory slip there.” You wrapped your arms tighter around his neck, bringing him closer to your face.

“Well, why don’t I give you something you won’t forget?” you said in a voice that made it very hard for Barry to reject. But he had to.

“Y/N,” he said. “Why’re you working with Zoom? I can tell that you’re still a good person underneath all that.”

That made you stop. “You always ask me that, Barry. It’s ruining the mood,” you grumbled. He smiled at you. You were making the same face you always make when you didn’t get something that you wanted. He thought that it was one of your cutest traits.

“I just…I want to know. I mean, telekinesis. That’s a super cool power. You could be helping so many people,” Barry proposed.

You sighed, playing with his bowtie. “I know. I know. It’s complicated, Barry. I told you before, if I could tell you why, I would. But it’s better if you didn’t know,” you murmured.

“Why?” he asked, cupping your face to look at his. “You can tell me, Y/N. Anything,” Barry whispered.

You gave him another kiss, but this one was filled with love. He kissed you back. Barry knew that this wasn’t actually you, but he had to play along in order to keep his act up. Or, that’s what he told himself anyways.

When you pulled back, tears were in your eyes. “Please, Barry. Trust me on this. I know that it’s been killing you to see me on Zoom’s side, but trust me. I’ve been holding up my side of the promise. I’m trying my best to not hurt anyone and trying to stop anyone else from hurting others. Keep your end of the promise, okay?” you asked, sincerity laced in your eyes.

He smiled sadly and nodded. “Okay, Y/N.”

You gave him one last kiss before getting up from his lap. “Alright, I need to get going before Zoom sends one of his minions to look for me.”

Barry reluctantly let go of your hand. He could tell from the bottom of his heart that you didn’t want to go and it hurt him that you had to.

“I love you,” you said. 

Barry felt like the wind got knocked out of him. You guys were dating on Earth Two? This Barry was supposed to be this dorky CSI technician and you, on Zoom’s side, yet he still managed to get the girl that he loved. He grinned at you.

“I love you too,” Barry said, realizing that he meant every word. You blew him an air kiss before walking out of Jitterbug and back into reality.

Barry had just arrived back to CCPD when suddenly Zoom appeared in the middle of the lobby.

Every police officer pulled out their guns when Iris pushed Barry behind her. 

“Hello, CCPD. I think it’s time that you officers learned your place,” Zoom growled. Behind him stood his most loyal follower. You. You walked out from behind him, your cocky stance taking over.

Zoom glanced over at you, a secret message given to you. As much as it pained you, you swiped all of the handguns pointed at you, leaving them unarmed. 

You smiled menacingly. Barry looked at you, knowing that you wouldn’t let this get out of hand. However, he knew how Zoom worked and began to have doubts that this would end well. 

Suddenly, Zoom grabbed the nearest police officer and wrapped his hands around his neck. Every nerve in your body clenched at the thought of the officer dying under the hands of Zoom. 

“You do not control this city,” the blue speedster said. “I do.” And with that, the sound of bone cracking echoed throughout the department.

A second later, Barry flashed towards Zoom and knocked him off his feet. Barry then carried Zoom and you outside where most of the CCPD couldn’t watch or intervene. 

You looked at Barry in surprise. ‘When…Barry isn’t a speedster,’ you thought.

“So you’re the breacher, Flash,” Zoom grunted. “You think you can beat me?”

Barry cocked his head in mock thought. “I can certainly try.” He gave a smirk.

You watched in horror. Zoom was too fast. Barry, even if he wasn’t your Barry, could get hurt. He could die. Before you could blink, Zoom came out with another officer. Iris.

You didn’t know her, but you knew that Barry and her were best friends. Because of that, you knew that you had to stop Zoom. You had to. 

“No!” Barry yelled. 

“Surrender, Flash,” Zoom commanded. “And I’ll let your little friend go.”

Barry stood there, unsure of what to do. Then, without hesitation, you quickly flung Zoom away from Iris, giving Barry enough time to get Iris to a safe place. 

Then, Zoom came back to stand in front of you. “Oh, are you sure you wanted to do that, Y/N?” he asked, growling your name. “Your friend will die if you don’t follow my orders.”

You looked into Zoom’s black eyes. When you first met Jesse Quick, you thought that she was just another one of Zoom’s prisoners, but when you got to know her, you began to find your way back. Jesse Quick was the reason why you became good again. You realized the harm that Zoom was doing and thought to defeat him from the inside. But it was getting to be too much. All the lying, the murdering of innocents, and the constant fear that Zoom would figure out your attempts to kill him.

You were done.

“Try me,” you threatened. You brought Zoom in the air before he had the chance to run away again. He couldn’t run on air, could he?

“You think you’re so powerful, Zoom!” you yelled. “You’re only powerful by stealing other’s power. Too bad you can’t steal mine,” you said as he dangled in midair. 

While this was going down, Barry had messaged Harry and Cisco that Zoom was preoccupied. Then, the two went to go rescue Jesse from Zoom’s holding cell. When Barry got the message that they were successful and ready to leave Earth Two, Barry yelled your name.

You turned your head to look at him, causing you to loosen your hold on Zoom. He quickly ran and went straight for you. He grabbed you by the neck, your feet dangling above the ground.

“Let her go, Zoom! Your fight is with me,” Barry told him. Zoom looked at you with his black eyes. You mustered all the power you could while oxygen to your brain was being cut off and threw Zoom across the street from you, knocking over a street lamp in the process.

As you landed on the ground, Barry, which you’ve realized wasn’t your E2 Barry, came to stand next to you, holding you by your elbow.

You smiled at him with compassion. Although he wasn’t your Barry, you could tell that he was just as kind as Bartholomew. Just then, Zoom came back. Barry pushed you gently behind him. 

“You might’ve won this time, Flash. But this race is far from over,” Zoom warned before speeding away into Central City.

You watched Zoom disappear with your breath caught in your chest. Suddenly, you broke down in a sea of tears. 

“Woah, woah,” Barry stuttered as he caught you before you hit the floor. You’ve been terrified, so terrified, for the past couple of months. Every second you lived in fear of Zoom finding out your plots. He could easily kill you and even more so with Jesse who was basically a sitting duck in Zoom’s lair.

“Jesse,” you breathed out in between sobs, concerned about her welfare.

“Jesse’s fine,” Barry said soothingly. “You helped save her.” You took one shaky deep breath in before standing back up. You went to hug Barry.

“Thanks, Barry,” you whispered. “But you’re not my Barry, are you?” you asked with a smile. He returned it.

“No, I’m not. Your Barry is over at S.T.A.R. Labs, safe and sound,” Barry said.

You raised your eyebrows. “Wow, he must be having a field day over there.” You laughed, knowing exactly how much your Barry loved that place. E1 Barry laughed and grabbed you by the waist. 

“C’mon, let’s bring you to him.”

There, Harrison, Jesse, Cisco, E2 Barry, and you waited in Harrison’s office for Barry to return. E2 Barry kept on shifting his eyes from his shaking leg to you, like you were going to move from your spot on the couch. 

E2 Barry explained who your doppelganger was and you thought it was reasonable that he kept on staring at you but it was getting real uncomfortable real fast. 

Then your brain starting to wander off. So here, in Earth Two, Barry and you were a thing? Although, you guys weren’t official, you were still in a relationship with Barry. You were slightly jealous. You wanted a life where you could be with Barry. But you couldn’t bring yourself to tell Barry your true feelings, so you lived everyday seeing the man you loved without doing anything in fear of ruining the great friendship that you had made. However, seeing your doppelganger and Barry together gave you a little hope that maybe you could have the same thing.

‘Okay,’ you thought to yourself. ‘I’m going to tell him. I’ll tell him I like him.

A moment later, your Barry flashed in the room with another person next to him. You. Or rather, E2 you. E2 Barry looked at your doppelganger and stood up from his seat with a large smile. 

“Y/N! You’re okay,” he said relieved as he went to go kiss E2 you.

“Yeah, I am,” you whispered. They kissed and you made eye contact with your Barry from across the room. Butterflies erupted in your stomach.

“Y/N!” Jesse exclaimed. E2 you broke away from Barry and went to go hug Jesse. 

“You’re okay,” you said, tears forming along your eyes. 

“Thank you,” Harrison said, gratefulness shown on his face. You grinned.

“She made me find my way back. It was the least I owed her,” you said.

“Okay, guys,” Cisco interrupted. “Caitlin just sent out a message that we need to go. Now.”

“Alright,” your Barry said. “Let’s go home, guys.”

After saying your goodbyes, Barry, Harrison and Jesse, Cisco, and you were ready to get back to Earth One. Your earth.

Barry had opened the portal, but before you could go in, your doppelganger stopped you.

“Y/N,” she said.

“Yeah?” you responded.

“Barry, your Barry, really likes you. I didn’t spend that much time with him, but I can tell that he’s an amazing guy. Don’t let him get away, okay? I almost let mine slip, and I think it would’ve been the biggest mistake that I’d ever make. Don’t let him get away,” she told you with kind eyes. You smiled back and nodded.

“I wasn’t planning to.”

“Yo, Y/N! Let’s go!” Cisco yelled. Your head turned to him and back to the E2 version of you. 

“Thank you,” you said before you ran into the portal and back home.

Back in the large garage-like room in S.T.A.R. Labs, you jumped from the portal and onto the floor. After you was Barry who closed the portal to Earth Two, sealing Zoom forever. 

The next plan was to figure out a way to defeat Zoom before they could open the portal again. 

As you stood, looking at everyone’s welcoming hugs, Barry came up behind you.

“So,” he started, scaring you. 

“Oh crap, Barry. You scared me!” you said, one hand to your chest.

He laughed before grabbing both of your hands. “By going to Earth Two, I’ve come to realize something.”

“What?” you asked, slightly hoping that he realized the same thing that you did.

“I really like you, Y/N. And I don’t want to waste another day without you beside me,” he whispered, his face coming closer to you.

You grinned. “Then don’t.”

With that, Barry kissed you softly but when you grabbed his head to bring him closer to you, the kiss became deeper. You honestly had forgotten that there were other people in the room when you heard a high five in the background.

“Yes!” Cisco yelled along with Caitlin who winked at you two.

“I knew it,” Harrison mumbled with a smirk.

You smiled at the gang before looking back up into Barry’s green eyes.

“It’s weird, isn’t it?” Barry asked quietly. “We had to see us dating first to finally tell each other our feelings.”

You beamed, cupping Barry’s cheek. “I guess we’ll always find each other,” you said. 

“Even in different worlds.”

The End


Author’s Note: OKAY so this turned out hella long lol but I hope that you guys like it:) Anyways, I have some requests in my inbox, and if you were one of them, I’m sorry for the long wait! I will try to get them done by the end of this week. Hope you guys liked this imagine!

anonymous asked:

Did you see those pictures and videos of Misha in the cute little beige suit and bowtie? They were so cute! Misha looked like a cute little teacher. Do you have any Cas-as-a-cute-teacher headcanons that you like?

(I was more distracted by that other pic that had Misha all fluffy haired and pink cheeked after - what was it? Probably bicycle touring.)

I don’t really have any Cas as a cute teacher headcanon! While I’d love for him to be a cute teacher, I don’t really know if Cas would have the patience? For kids I mean. I think he’d be fine as a professor probably! In any case I think Cas would care about the people he’s trying to teach. Though maybe sometimes he’d be distracted from what he’s supposed to do because he picks up his phone when Dean calls him during class or everyone’d always get the latest perfect picture of Castiel’s perfect husband projected on the screen before Cas gets the presentation to work. ;3

The Cream to Your Coffee 1/2 - twoshot

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(Bc coffeeshopAUs are so cute sorry)

Chanyeol eyes the customer in front of him warily, with interest: he’s cute, he thinks. Shortish and smol-bean-like, with bright, beady eyes and hair that shags over his slim face in an endearing way. He’s wearing a fluffy, wintery wool sweater that seems to shrink his form, and his cheeks are a flushed pink due to the chilled weather outside. Chanyeol’s eyes fall to the smaller man’s lips, which are like a smiley little bowtie under his nose.

“Are you sure you want black coffee?” asks Chanyeol, dubious.

“Yes. I’m sure.”

The barista tilts his head forward, eyebrows raised. “As in…no milk or cream? Just straight black coffee?”

The stranger shrugs, nods. “Mmhm. Yep.”

Chanyeol glances down to the pad in front of him and enters the customer’s order. “Sorry. You just - ” He looks up and sees the smaller man watching him, notices the cute tilt of his head and smile lingering on his lips. “ - don’t look like the kind of person that likes hardcore coffee.”

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anonymous asked:

Now that the engagement rings havw been beautifully dealt with, what about the wedding attires? Like, how would wedding suits/dresses look. Also, maybe mentioning MC as a girl with Jaehee? That is not needed but excuse my gay ass xD Either way, love the writing!

A/N: okay but i think everyone is gaehee for baehee lesbehonest here ~Admin 404



-He gets so flustered when you walk down the aisle!!! You’re sO BEAUTIFUL HE CAN’T SEE PAST HIS HAPPY TEARS ANYMORE
-So in love with you, he can’t believe he was lucky enough to find someone who not only accepts his love of gaming, but is just as addicted


-Prince Jumin
-Hell yes
-You know anything shiny on his suit is real diamonds come on

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Idol Couple with Namjoon

And now it’s time for my lowkey spirit animal, our super smart, super funny, super amazing leader who’s actually just a giant ball of walking fluff, Kim Namjoon aka Rap Monster aka joon

  • So, I’ve actually gotten a separate request for idol couple with father!joon so I’m going to combine that one along with this series bc it’s basically the same thing
  • All of the father related posts are here
  • Time for a lil backstory
  • You two would meet during a show
  • I’m gonna say Weekly Idol bc my love
  • He’s doing some solo work, maybe Jackson’s there too bc Jackson and Namjoon are just wow they deserve a round of applause
  • You’re there alone as well and you two just kinda click
  • Namjoon can be pretty flirty when he wants to be
  • He’s a fairly confident man so I think he could handle his own but of course Jackson would “help” out as much as he can
  • “Help” basically means embarrass Namjoon as much as possible even though he doesn’t really mean to, he’s just being honest
  • “He thinks you’re a great artist btw”
  • “Jackson plz don’t”
  • “He’s got your photo on his phone too”
  • “plZ”
  • “I think you’re his idol crush”
  • “Oh my god”
  • It works though bc the following Saturday, you two are sneaking out to a café that isn’t too busy
  • Which btw Jackson never lets either of you live down
  • “So you two are dating now?? I’ll be the best man, should I get a tux or are we going casual?? Tie or bowtie?? Or no tie at all??”
  • “It’s literally been two weeks”
  • “So I should start writing my toast speech now”
  • Namjoon would announce the relationship through his Kim Dailys bc fave
  • I just really really like the whole Kim Daily thing bc it’s so cute he always looks so cute and he wears lil outfits and it’s just expressing himself I love it
  • He’d probably announce it around the two year mark
  • Once he’s absolutely sure you both are in love and the timing is right and you’re both completely and totally ready to announce it, he posts a few pictures of you two together
  • People have been kinda tilting their head at the both of you bc there have been a few cases where it seemed a bit more than friendly
  • You two often took Jackson out with you so it made it seem like the three of you all just got close, which you did, and were hanging out
  • But people still notice that you and joon are a lot closer than you and Jackson are (bc when you spend just about everyday with someone you’re bound to get pretty close to them)
  • Plus there have been some cases where you and joon seem to wear very similar shirts and sweaters and jackets
  • Mainly bc they’re actually his and you’re just like lol I’m gonna borrow this and he adores seeing you in his clothes so he allows it
  • So no one is too surprised when you two announce the news
  • But that’s not the only announcement you two make
  • You later reveal to the world (after dating for a few years) that you two are gonna be having a lil tiny Kim bby
  • Side note, head canon that joon’s bbys would get his eyes and his dimples bc his eyes are honestly fucking precious and his dimples make him look even cuter than he already is which isn’t fair bc he’s already really fucking cute ??
  • I just wanted to throw that out there real quick
  • He would write s o many songs for his lil angels
  • Like if you thought the amount of songs he wrote while you were pregnant was a lot, you’ve seen nothing yet
  • He could write songs for days upon days but he doesn’t bc he wants to enjoy his time with his lil bbys
  • I’ve said this a few times before but I gotta say it bc it’s honestly one of my biggest head canons for joon
  • Triple Kim Daily
  • Tell me that shit doesn’t sound cute
  • Lil joon that’s not actually that lil next to his lil bbys that are actually lil !!!!!
  • Like the lil itty bitty bby legs in jeans next to his long legs in jeans
  • He has two lil kids right
  • For a while, he simply refers to them as princess and prince
  • He’s honestly so in love with them and such a good father
  • In his logs, you can always see them in the background, playing with his phone or coloring
  • This one log, as joon is talking, lil princess is in the background reading to lil prince
  • Sometimes, he just has to stop and stop himself from squealing and smothering them in kisses
  • Bc we all saw how !!! joon got when chim did that yellow card thing, imagine him with his own children who are literally just cute balls of fluff that waddle around behind him and want to be held 25/8
  • They run onto stage during one of his shows and he doesn’t have the heart to make them leave bc they just want to show him a drawing they made for him how is he supposed to tell them to wait until he’s done
  • Like they’re both so eager about it they’re pointing out all of the things they drew
  • “I colored that tree see it daddy do you see are you looking hey dad look what I did”
  • “But look I drew a cat for you arE YOU LOOKING”
  • “I’ll put it up on the fridge when we get home now go back and draw me some more so I can hang them up in the studio too”
Chasing Hazel


Heterochromia Soulmate AU: All Doctors x Reader. Also, I think that I’ve basically just exposed myself as having an eye fetish. I didn’t even know. I mean, what the heck.

The Doctor’s other eye never changes, not ever, and he’s not sure what that means, because everyone’s other color changes eventually. Regeneration does that. If it’s not changing, that means that his soulmate isn’t regenerating, and if she isn’t regenerating… well, he doesn’t know what that means. Is she old? Is she immortal, like Rassilon or the Omega? He doesn’t know, and it's frightening, almost. But, as much as it worries him, he still doesn’t mind. Through every regeneration, that eye stays the same color, and he knows that, whoever she is, she has beautiful eyes.

Her color is constant.

The first color is hazel.

Your color stays the same, always the same, but you don’t care about your own color. You care about the color that isn’t yours. The hazel one. There’s nothing special about it, not really. It’s just regular hazel, but you love it, because you know that somewhere out there, a man has one eye that is hazel, just like that, and the color is his. But he doesn’t care that he has a hazel eye. He only cares about his not-hazel eye, because that color is your color.

You don’t know him or anything about him, but in your mind, you name him Hazel.

Then it’s not hazel anymore.

People pity you, because there is only one reason that your other eye changes, and that is because your soulmate has died. You don’t want to believe it. Logically, it shouldn’t matter. You never met the man with hazel eyes. You didn’t know him. But he was yours, and you knew that he was existing somewhere, and you loved him because you could. But now Hazel is dead, and he has been replaced by someone with murky blue eyes.

New Blue is a plain and common blue, dark and oftentimes mistaken for brown when you weren’t in direct light. You don’t want to be cruel to whoever is now New Blue, but you don’t want him. You want Hazel. You want Hazel back because you don’t even know who he was. You want him back. New Blue must be something, must be special enough to be your soulmate just as you must be special to be his, but you grieve for Hazel and try not to think of New Blue.

And then New Blue is gone and the situation changes drastically.

They, people, shun you. Your color has changed once, which isn’t unheard of, but it has now changed twice. Less than five percent of the world’s population has a color that changes twice, and they were all widows and widowers. Not anyone as young as you.

Unfaithful, they call you, as if you’re the one making it happen (you pray that they’re not right, that this third color isn’t somehow a result of your refusal to give up on Hazel and accept New Blue). Unnatural. Wrong. Shameful.

Third is that common but still strange blue-brown color that just won’t settle, but there are flecks of green that remind you of Hazel, and that endears you to the one you simply call Third.

Third’s changeable blue-brown goes away and becomes the icy, cutting blue that is the fourth color, and your parents demand that you go to therapy. You explain to a surprisingly honest and patient therapist that you aren’t doing this, that you never wanted it to happen. You admit that you really just want Hazel back. You break down crying on this doctor’s leather couch because you can’t stand this anymore.

Fourth is pale blue, darkening only in the shadows. You admit that you like the way the color sets off the hue of your own eye color, but that’s all that you admit because you don’t dare to form an opinion. If you like or dislike too much, this color might be scared away. You want it to stay. You don’t know who Fourth is, but you want him to stay for the sake of staying because you don’t want it to change again.

But change it does.

Brown are the new eyes, or so you think, until you squint in the mirror and see steely blue comparable to New Blue. Another odd blue-brown. You think you like it. It’s hardly as vivid as Fourth’s ice eye or as perfect as Hazel’s green-brown-blue mix, but it’s nice.

Your psychiatrist gives you a clean bill of mental health and pronounces your changing color to be a physical issue, not a psychological one. You’re tempted, so tempted, to throw that in your parents’ face and scream at them for treating you like a broken toy, but you don’t. You just cry and hope that mostly-brown-sometimes-blue will be the last color; that he will stay.

He doesn’t stay and you realize that it was foolish to hope that he would.

Next comes a green color, not vibrant but simple, dark, usually mistaken for brown and dark blue, but it’s so much like Hazel’s color that you cry when you see it. It’s close, so close. In the sunlight, the dark becomes light and it’s just as green as grass.

This sixth color is the most fleeting of them all, come and gone in less than two years.

Next is another blue-green that looks brown. Not as murky as New Blue nor as bright as Fourth nor as steely as Five, but vibrant on a very specific hue, brighter towards the middle and darker towards the edges. It’s pretty, and close enough to green to make you think of Hazel.

You don’t care anymore.

The color is replaced and you cry more out of habit than out of any sense of loss.

The new color is so pale that you can’t really decide on the color. Mostly blue, you think, but sometimes green, especially under fluorescent lights. It’s easier just to call it pale and be done with it. This is the lightest color you’ve ever had. People compliment it all the time, but those are only the people who don’t know that this is your eighth color. This one lasts long enough to give you hope before it’s gone.

Brown. Truly, undeniably, brown is the new color. Dark for dark and light for light. Someone insists that there is enough grey undertone to make it taupe. As it turns out, there is no exact definition for taupe as a color, so all you know is that it’s just brown-tan-grey. Nothing special. Just an off-brown that comes in hues of slate.

Brown leaves. You didn’t expect it to do anything else.

The blue surprises you. This is a blue to brook no arguments. This is a blue that will never be mistaken for brown or green. This blue is fire captured in ice, colder than Fourth’s and brighter than Seven and steelier than Five. This is the bluest blue ever to blue.

The people who don’t know any better say that you’re very lucky. You just smile like you mean it.

Brown comes back, but it’s a different brown. There is no taupe here, no slate-grey-tan. Like Nine’s fire-blue, this brown is brown alone. There is no mistaking it for anything else, no matter what light you put it under. This is brown. Under brown, in the dictionary, there should be this color.

Brown lasts for quite awhile, almost as long as Fourth did. You almost have hope.

Brown leaves.

Green replaces brown and it’s a beautiful, beautiful green, rich and dark. As far as colors go, you’ll admit to yourself that this is one of the prettiest. But it doesn’t matter how pretty it is, because it’s the eleventh color, and it won’t be the last. You don’t get attached. Your friends look at you strangely and you find new friends who say, oh, what a beautiful color.

All you can think is that you want Hazel.

In twelve lives (but only eleven, if anybody asks him), the Doctor’s other color has never changed. Only his own changes, but never his soulmate’s. He had felt such terrible fear on her behalf when the Time War ended. He had been so afraid that his unchanging soulmate would be dead with the rest of Gallifrey and that his other color would revert and that he would be left with two eyes of the same color, his own and no one else’s, and everybody would know that he was without a soulmate. But it never happened. His other color stays steady and unchanging as always, and he knows that she’s alive, somewhere. He doesn’t know how, but he knows, and he searches for her.

You see him on a Tuesday.

He’s walking down the sidewalk, towards you, looking lost and uncoordinated. He trips on his own feet more than once, and you have to laugh, because he doesn’t look real. In tweed and a bowtie and floppy hair, he looks like a character out of a book, fantastical and bright and outlandish. And sort of cute. The odd chin has its charm.

You laugh out loud. Not unkindly but in a sort of wonderment, because he just looks magical in the grey reality of a city street. The noise of your laughter catches his attention. His eyes meet yours and you freeze because you see your soulmate's color and your own color on a face that isn’t yours and you know.

You bolt sideways.

“Wait!” you hear him shout even as you dive down an alleyway. His footsteps echo your own, faster than yours, and you realize that he’s chasing you and that, at this pace, he will undoubtedly catch you. “Wait! No! Please wait!”

You want to. You want to wait. But you know that if he catches you, you’ll have to tell him that you’re broken and that your soulmate changes and that you’ll only have a year or so with him before it changes again. You can’t put him through that. When your color changes, you assume that his will too, and that he’ll have another soulmate color replace yours. He’ll be fine. You just don’t want him getting attached to you (and you don’t want to get to know this magical person because you know that if you do, you’ll love him, and if you love him, you’ll have to let him go when your color changes again, and that will break you).

His legs are longer than yours and, despite his uncoordinated stumbling earlier, he’s an excellent runner. You don’t have a chance. He catches you.

As his hands snatch at you and hold you firmly in place with surprising strength, it occurs to you that maybe bolting into an alleyway without other people was a bad idea. You’ve heard rumors, nothing definite but rumors, of a soulmate being violent. Abusive. This, you think, seems to completely defy the point of soulmates, but you’re not stupid enough to completely discount the chance of this man being less than friendly.

“Why’d you run?” he says even as he pulls you into a hug. The idea of him hurting you immediately flies out of you head like a startled bird. His touch is so tender, and his voice even more so. He holds you like you might blow away in the wind and you’ve never felt more loved. “Why’d you run away?”

Is he crying? He might be crying. He sounds like he’s crying.

“I’m sorry,” you say. “I’m sorry. But I can’t.”

Why?” His voices breaks and then he shudders, and you know that he’s crying.

“It changes,” you tell him, because you’ve practiced explaining this before. “The color changes. You’re the twelfth color so far. It’ll change soon and you’ll have someone else, okay? So just-”

And then he turns you around so that you can actually see his face (big eyes wide, tear-stained, a bit odd-looking but still unfairly cute), and he kisses you right on the mouth. It’s not perfect. It’s actually a little awkward because he’s still trying to hold you in a way that will keep you from escaping, but it is the most heartfelt kiss you could ever imagine.

When you finally separate, he has you by the shoulders and is looking you right in the eyes. Seeing your own exact eye color in someone else’s face is disconcerting.

“Before this it was brown, yes?” he asks, although it sounds less like asking and more like he’s telling you.

You want to ask him how he knows that, but all that comes out is, “Yeah?”

“And blue before that. Really blue.”

This time your mouth asks the question your brain wants it to ask: “How do you know that?”

“Because it’s me!” he laughs, giving you an excited shake. “It was always me! You soulmate doesn’t switch, I change! Your color was changing because I change! It was me the whole time.”

There was no possible way he’s telling the truth. He just can’t be. Nobody’s eyes change like that, from green to bright blue to dark brown to blue again. It just doesn’t happen. But you look at him, and he is so hopeful and heartbroken all at once that you have to believe that he’s telling the truth.

Your brow furrows as you offer one word that will make or break the truth of this situation: “Hazel?”

He blinks. “You remember when I had hazel?”

Maybe he doesn’t understand the significance of what he just said, or maybe he does. You’ll explain later, either way. For now, you don’t care. All you care about is that this is Hazel.

You grab him by the collar of his tweed jacket and tug him down for a kiss.

anonymous asked:

Can you do a smut scenario with Mark? Something like palming his crotch under a table in public and getting him sexually frustrated and then he snaps, so they get it on in a dressing room/toilet (with lots of teasing)

(And in the mere distance, you can vaguely hear the screams of admin from writing her own story.)

“Settle down everyone!” Taecyeon said at the end of the table as he raised his wine glass and tapped it with his spoon. 

Everyone at the long business table started to hush as Nichkhun cleared his throat. “Alright, so in celebration of such a great concert,” he began, “PD-nim reserved this table for us at this lovely restaurant.” The whole table clapped and cheered as JYP stood up and bowed graciously. “And let’s not forget to clap for the guests that are with us tonight.”

Mark nudged you to stand up as the other companions stood up as well. You quickly stood and bowed, sitting down with a flustered face and leaning in towards your boyfriend’s shoulder. He kissed your forehead in response, knowing that you weren’t used to attention from the others.

As more speeches were given by the others, you began to grow hungry as you heard your stomach growl. Trying to distract yourself, you leaned your right elbow on the table to prop your head up, eyeing Mark who was actively listening to the next speaker.

The stylists did a great job today, you thought. It’s rare to see Mark all dressed up in a white dress shirt and a black suit jacket (not to mention a cute black bowtie to tie it all together - literally and figuratively). His skin looked flawless in the light as well. The gleam from the dangling chandelier also made his hair look extra shiny. He looked perfect. So perfect, you questioned as to how he fell for you.

Glancing at you, Mark noticed your hypnotized face. He brought his left hand down to your right leg and gave it a quick squeeze, making you jump back into reality. He laughed. He then went for your right hand to squeeze that as well.

After Jaebum ended his speech, plates of food were being brought out by the waiters and waitresses. Every eye opened wide at the sight of the gorgeous and delectable plate in front of them.

As the plate moved in front of you, you automatically took your fork and dug in. You closed your eyes in complete bliss as the food happily satisfied your hunger.

Dessert was around the corner, but you noticed that Mark didn’t even touch his entree dish. (Meanwhile, you asked for another plate from the waiter that walked by.)

“Mark,” you whispered as you put your fork down and wiped your mouth with the napkin on your lap, “are you okay?”

He looked up from his phone and shook his head.

“Are you feeling alright?”

Mark put his hand up, signaling you to wait a bit. You assumed he was going to type it to you as he quickly whipped out the memo app on his phone. You assumed he wasn’t comfortable telling it out loud.

I have a bit of a problem..in my pants..

You sat back a bit. “Wait, did you like— wet them or something?” you softly responded as you scooted closer to him so nobody else could hear.

He laughed as he continued typing.

No no no! It’s.. It has to do with the fact that you look stunning in that little black dress you’re wearing right now.

You had to think for a minute until it clicked in your head.

Mark, your boyfriend - the cutest and nicest boy you’ve ever met, was horny. And it was because of you.

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anonymous asked:

17 Rafe x reader cause I love those fics of yours

okay but imagine embarassed and flustered rafe here you go

The manor buzzed with conversation. Clinking glasses and footsteps echoed throughout the hallways. You had found yourself on a side wing, trying to get away from all of the noise. 

You stood on the balcony, looking over the water. You could hear laughing from behind you, and you regretted letting your parents drag you into this.

They were close friends with the Adlers, successful entrepreneurs and a family made of business people. You had grown up alongside Rafe although you two did not have much interaction. He was always headed to fencing lessons or some other proper thing to do. You always felt sort of uncomfortable when your parents assumed you two were the best of friends when in reality, you barely knew who he was.

“Pretty sight, isn’t it?” You heard someone say from behind you, and a glass of champagne being handed to you caught your peripheral vision.

You turned your head and sat up from leaning on the rail. Rafe stood behind you, dressed up in a suit and bowtie. His hair was slicked back and he looked very handsome when he was cleaned up. But then again, when did he not?

You always got a burning sensation in your cheeks when you were forced to talk to Rafe or when your parents tried setting you up with him. You would love to argue that you weren’t into him or he wasn’t cute or that he wasn’t your type, but frankly, Rafe was all of those. You couldn’t lie to yourself, Rafe was handsome and he was well mannered. He knows how be successful, and what more could you really want? After your parents openly told him that you were single, that had been the last time you had talked, mainly because you were too embarassed to show your face around him. 

“Yeah, it is.” You said, producing a smile and taking the glass from his hand. “Thank you.”

Rafe walked up and stood next to you as you both looked down at the marina below. You pressed the glass against your lips and noticed Rafe’s head turned toward you slightly. You looked at him and he glanced away quickly, rocking on his heels.

“So, what have you been up to lately?” Rafe asked, turning around and leaning on the railings.

“The usual. Working.” You said. The small talk was making you cringe on the inside.

“I know the feeling.” Rafe said, letting out a small laugh.

Another noisy crowd moved onto the balcony next to you and Rafe, and you both could sense annoyance radiating off of each other.

“I say we find somewhere quieter?” He asked, pushing himself off the rail and offering you his arm. 

You were taken aback for a moment. You had to tell yourself it was a gentlemanly act. 

You hesitated before looping your arm with his. You attempted to distract yourself from feeling the muscles through his jacket. 

Rafe weaved in and out of the crowd, holding onto you tighty and making sure you wouldn’t trip over your heels.

Suddenly, Rafe stopped and you stumbled, coming across his parents. 

“Looks like we’ll be trapped here for awhile…” He whispered to you, still keeping a loop of your arm.

You smiled nervously as it took them a moment to recongnize you. But as soon as they did, the conversation lit up. 

They seemed interested in your personal life. A little too interested.

“You know, Rafe is still looking for a nice young lady to settle down with.” His mother said, getting a glare from Rafe.

You had to stifle a giggle.

“And from what I’ve heard him say, you seem like the perfect match.” She reached over and touched your other arm as you thanked her.

“Mom, I think I can handle my own romantic life don’t you-” Rafe said, his voice a little shaken. You found it cute at how flustered he was getting.

“Rafe, please, you do realize I want a daughter-in-law eventually.” She scoffed, looking over at you and giving you a wink.

“Mother, do you think we could talk about this some other time?” Rafe said, letting go of your arm and standing next to her and lowering his voice.

Rafe’s father stepped in next to you and looped his arm through yours. 

“Rafe, I think your mother is right, she does seem like a girl you would like, plus you two have been friends for awhile now.” He said, taking a sip of his scotch.

Rafe rolled his eyes and you could tell he was getting antsy. You were glad his parents approved of you, and it made you wonder if Rafe thought of you as romantically as his parents wanted him to.

You gave his father a hug when Rafe wrapped his arm around yours once more.

“It was great talking to you!” You said, waving goodbye as Rafe pulled you across the ballroom floor.

He led you into the library where he shut the doors behind him, leaning against the giant wooden frames.

“I… am so sorry…” Rafe said, shaking his head and looking up at the arches above.

You smiled and tried not to laugh.

“They’re just so… pushy and the fact that you and I only barely know each other and they just automatically think that–” You cut him off before he could raise his voice more.

“Rafe, it’s okay.” You said, going and sitting on the couch. Rafe sat on the opposite side.

You both sat in silence as the grandfather clock ticked in front of you. Rafe was restless, bouncing his leg repeatedly. 

“I just don’t understand.” He finally said, spreading his arm across the back of the couch. His fingers were almost touching your shoulder. “I don’t understand why they have to feel like they should be in charge of my life.”

“Then don’t let them.” You say, getting Rafe to look at you. You couldn’t read his stare at first, but then you caught it. He was puzzled.

“What are you talking about?” 

You shrug, tilting your head and looking him up and down. You laugh and shake your head.

“If you don’t want them to be in your personal life, telling you who to date and who to marry then don’t let them. You can’t fall in love with someone if you don’t know who they are yet.” You were shocked at how hard this was for him to grasp.

Rafe stayed silent, messing with his fingers.

“But what if I do know?” He said quietly, not looking at you. “And my parents are right about you.”

You stared at Rafe, almost a puzzled as he was.

“Right about me?” 

“They know what they’re talking about. Even if I don’t like to admit it.” He said, twisting to the side so he was staring at you straight on. “And when they were talking about you, I couldn’t disagree with them. They were right.”

“Rafe, I don’t understand where you’re coming from. We’re just friends.” You said, bringing the point back up.

“I don’t want to be just friends. There’s something more to us.”

SEVENTEEN as people in my high school

S.COUPS - my homeboy who is an absolute goof but lowkey the most mature in the squad. WAY over affectionate but no one minds cuz his back hugs are the shit. Would do anything for his friends which includes giving away his lunch so others have double of their fave desert, and once even tried (and somehow succeeded) to intimidate a creepy guy twice his size who wouldn’t leave me alone into backing tf off. Over all, the real mvp.

VERNON - hilarious but awkward girl in my Latin class who pairs up with me for trivia games and always names our team either “Cash Money $$” or “Yeezus’s Disciples”. Acts completely chill and confident during class but I can hear her whisper screaming at worksheets right before tests.

MINGYU - super cute student teacher that knows all the information but has no idea wth he’s doing 80% of the time. Has given up on censoring himself and just checks the hall for passersby before dropping as many f bombs as he wants. Always finds an excuse for us have at least one class party a week because food.

WONWOO - quiet kid in my English class who is a little on the short side so he drowns in all his clothes and has constant sweater paws. The majority of us had never heard him speak unless spoken to until he suddenly got super hype at a party and rapped the entirety of The Motto by Drake and it was STRAIGHT FIRE.

JOSHUA - history teacher who always wears bowties and looks classy af but when asked about his outfit, cutely admits that his wife picked it out because he’s terrible at matching colors. Is always smiling and telling jokes while teaching but won’t hesitate to put kids in their place if they make even vaguely racist remarks or sleep in his class, all with that same peppy smile.

JEONGHAN - girl in band whom I’ve nicknamed Beyonce because she’s legit so perfect it’s almost unreal. Gifted Student who always gets the lead role in plays because her acting and singing are both A++ and always looks naturally flawless like we’ll march for two hours in direct sun at practice and while everyone else is dead all she has to do is take down her hair and and she looks like she’s ready for her audition as a Victoria’s Secret Model? How?

WOOZI - tech ed teacher that no one originally saw as intimidating because he’s always grinning from ear to ear but once he couldn’t figure out who kept stealing his pencils so he jokingly threatened to chop off the hand of whoever was doing it and we all just laughed but then he got up straight faced, went to the tool cabinet, pulled out an axe, and sat down with it at his desk. From then on his pencil cup was always full and none of us stepped out of line ever again.

SEUNGKWAN - exchange student who despite the language barrier, knows all the gossip and can fill you in on the tea at any time. Her makeup game is always lethal with eyeliner and a contour sharp enough to kill. Super nice but also sassy as hell. When asked to describe herself and her likes in class her first day, she just crossed her legs with the sweetest smile and said “I’m rude.”

DK - Football player who, despite being suspended from the team for a small slip in his grades, showed up to every game to cheer on his team mates whether is be on or off field. Goes all out for spirit week, gives everyone strange nicknames, and is always either flirting with that deep sultry voice of his or screaming, there is no in between.

HOSHI - Latin teacher who can be serious but is for the most part a dork who is extra af at everything he does. Gave a speech on his first day of class and got so excited, he jumped up on his desk and just spent the rest of the day teaching up there. Can and will use any excuse to say the Latin phrase for ‘What is he doing?’ as loud as possible because when pronounced right, it sounds like ‘He’d fuck it’ and he knows we all think it’s hilarious.

JUNHUI - Super hot guy with an incredibly sharp jawline and toned arms who highkey knows every girl and some boys would gladly strangle each other for a chance with him but doesn’t date because he’s to busy with all his sports and studying- but that doesn’t stop everyone including me from thursting over his unachievable A+ student ass. 

THE8 - Super hot guy’s best friend who is just as attractive but in an adorable boy next door type of way. Popular but never talks so his personality is just kind of??? Is super athletic and even boxes but only uses his skills for the small things in life, like making sure no one skips him in the lunch line on chicken nugget day. Wakes kids up when they fall asleep in class so they don’t get in trouble, is uber respectful and over all just a mysterious sweet pea.

DINO - Everyone’s fav sub who is always apologizing because he’s 5 min late but no one cares because we’re just happy to see him. Plays music in class and is therefore constantly bobbing his head and lip syncing while he teaches. Makes puns so terrible they’re actually funny and let’s us leave early, god bless that man.

• twice the trouble || bartholomew's date

A/N: here’s Bartholomew’s date as friend helped me decide what he’d do on his date which might seem like a no brainer considering he’s a cute nerd. I relate to the picture so much. Does anyone have ideas of where Barry may take you for his date? Feel free to give me ideas! The dates will have more text than the other drabbles so I’m sorry for that! I wanted to write more. So it will be under read more! And as always requests and ships are open unless stated otherwise by me. Haven’t read Part 1 yet? Click here to read it! ( x ).

Originally posted by the-lost-time-traveller

» Relationships: Bartholomew [Earth-2! Barry] Allen & Reader (crush) «

You gave a smile at Bartholomew whose gaze met yours with a small bouquet of flowers that were favorite, the spectacle wearing male shook his head back to reality when you said his name. “Oh! U-Uh these are for you. I-I hope you like them Y/N, I made sure to get your favorite.” He stumbled his words while you took the flowers from him, “Thank you Bartholomew. That’s so sweet of you, I’ll go put them in a vase. Feel free to step in so you aren’t just standing there all awkward.” You went to put the flowers away as the burnet stepped in and closed the door behind him. Boy he was nervous around you and his bowtie felt like it was strangling him today as he fiddled with it.

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