he looks okay though i guess

Stranger Things Season 2 trailer shot by shot run down

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aw look at my children doing normal children things can’t wait to see how long that’s going to last 

so, the way that Dungeons and Dragons was sort of the running analogy last season, my guess is that this game is going to be the overlying symbolism for this season.

my boys all back together and happy again can’t wait to see how long that’ll last :’)

so if this is the analogy I’m guessing the “sword” is going to be the key to slaying the monster

again, the dragon probably = the monster

and if so, the fact that Dustin seemingly LOST this game sort of worries me…

case in point

this trailer took approximately 15 seconds to get me to say “oh no”

AS I WAS SAYING (okay so obviously from what we left off on last season and the trailers/ teaser we’ve gotten. we now know this season is going to deal with the aftermath of the Upside Down for Will as well as the entire community as rifts have been opened to other worlds)

so i’m assuming Will’s main arc this season is going to be his struggle with being split between two worlds, and though I understand why they did it I wish we could see more of Will apart from that but oh well)

me too buddy, me too.

and thus, we have our big bad for the season *rubs hands together*

mike he is obviously not okay but thanks for being concerned

correct me if i’m wrong but is that Jonathan’s car? why is he leaving?

sooooo why isn’t Will at school?

stancy break up/ tension possibly? nothing good ever really comes from their meeting in this ally

aw…is this why he wasn’t in school? Joyce obviously knows something is up. (side note: is that Hopper behind them?)

oh come on-

these SOBs again?

so i guess maybe the Upside Down;s bleeding over to our world effect crops too???????

Hopper and Joyce as parents yes please (also Will is not okay)

“I felt it everywhere” wtf is that supposed to mean that’s terrifying

please just let the Byers family live someone give them a break

why do they look so suspect? who are they looking at?

honestly I’m loving the Halloween time theme I can’t wait for the aesthetics they’re going to be implementing

my connection/ insider I have previously hinted to me about a Steve/ kids dynamic that was going to be happening this season, but I’m actually very interested to see where this goes and the relationships that’ll come out of it

again with the aesthetics !!! yes !!! please!!! and !!! thank !!! you !!!

when the scientists are worried, it’s really time to get worried

uuuhhhhh yikes? blood is never a good sign?

ESPECIALLY AROUND DUSTIN NO DO NOT WANT THIS TRAILER IS MAKING ME REALLY CONCERNED ABOUT HIS SAFETY AS A CHARACTER

ah yes all is probably not well at the Wheeler household 

of course my dork sons all go trick or treating in matching Ghost Busters costumes I love them

it looks like he’s tracking something. buuuuut what?

HOP!! I MISSED YOU AND YOUR PERPETUALLY CONFUSED EYEBROWS

oooohhhhhh these boys look like they’re crushing on the new giiirrrllll 👀 (mainly Lucas and Dustin? maybe Will I can’t tell) (except for Mike because they really are doing everything they can to bury me in Mileven feels)

I can literally feel her angst radiating off the screen and I have a feeling I’m going to stan her unless the writers use her as a devise to cause tension or rivalry among the boys in which case someone is going to die

“Sometimes I feel like I can still see her” WHY DO THE WRITERS FEEL THE NEED TO HURT ME LIKE THIS GAH I MISS MILEVEN HE EVEN KEPT HER BLANKET FORT UP  (because also it’s important to note that this is the same shirt from the screenshot of them watching the girl walk in. so if Mike goes home and realizes he still misses I’m going to choke)

can’t wait for this to most likely just be a cat jump scare

they’re building something don’t ask me what

if I had to guess I would say some sort of device that picks up on signals from the Upside Down maybe? like some sort of crystal radio?

but why does Mike kind of look like hes going to smash it with the speaker?

new girl seems to be working with them/ part of the group now. but the box opened? idk this part is confusing

-EDIT/ UPDATE THANKS TO @disneyprincesskatherine apparently this is a reference to Ghostbusters! the box is similar to a device they use in the movies to catch ghost (i’m uncultured I’m so sorry). she also speculates this is the capture of the sort of “pet” Dustin gets that Gaten talked about (could also be why there is blood on Dustin’s chair)

okay but where is #4? they’re still in their Halloween costumes so we can assume it’s either the day of or the morning after, though on what looked to be Halloween night in one of the previous screencaps, all 4 were present soooo

more evidence of the world meshing

YOU BEST BELIEVE I SCREAMED OUT LOUD I MISSED THEM (they both looks so good I‘m loving the haircuts) (and is this them breaking into the lab?)

even though this is a gross slimy portal to another dimension, i’m still digging the aesthetics

Will is not okay part 87450507

this is either a drawing of a map of the Upside Down or all connecting tree roots. either way wtf Will?

This time on: OTPs With Unreal Height Differences 

it kind of looks like the same “tree roots” on the ground as there were at the gas station shot so yeah, I think Will was drawing a giant root system

🎶 you’re my daaad, you’re my dad, boogie woogie woogie 🎶

DREAM TEAM (Mike, Nancy, Jonathan, Joyce) (also can we laugh at the fact that Mike is armed with a candle holder while he stands next to his sister literally holding a shot gun)

Hop digging my grave for when I finish the season

*cues classic 80′s teen movie party montage*

my girl wildin out (and Steve’s there too I guess)

TELL ME WHO HURT YOU (this is a different outfit from the party though, so it’s not the same scene)

a new weapon? perhaps the “sword”?

!!!!!!

OH GOD TELL ME HOP IS OKAY

everyone in this trailer looks as shook as I feel watching it

Will Is Not Okay: The Saga Continues

same shirt so most likely what he’s experiencing on the other side. I’m almost certain he’s going to play a big role in Eleven being able to come back to the other side

Journey To The Center of the Earth (2008)

well well well, Samwise Gamgee, what’s poppin’

why does Steve have Jonathan’s bat?

as far as I can tell this treck into the Upside Down consists of Mike, Dustin, Joyce, and I can’t tell who the others are 

“ABORT ABORT!!!” (this is a different scene from the one above so I wonder what this is in reference to)

another shot of Will being scared out of his mind, this kid doesn’t ever get a break (though the background looks almost like the lab as opposed to the upside down. I could be wrong)

…well that’s concerning (kind of looks like that giant monster is chasing him)

“If you’re out there, please just give me a sign”

so this looks to be back in the Upside Down equivalent to the classroom where Eleven defeated the Demegorgan. and based on the look on her face and the previous shot above, it seems she JUST woke up

YES MY BADASS CHILD I NEVER DOUBTED YOU FOR A SECOND

yES HER RETURN IS ABOUT TO BE ICONIC

YALL MIND IF I WILD OUT OVER THESE AESTHETICS AGAIN

I’m so freaking happy for her return to Mike us

Lord almighty this season looks amazing.

anonymous asked:

“You bake when you’re stressed and sometimes you give me cookies, but recently you’re giving me whole baskets each day, now I’m not complaining but are you okay?” au sterek? <3

OK, I wrote you a quick little thing. :)

now also on ao3

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When Derek shows up at Stiles’ back door that morning with a basket full of about three dozen cookies, all carefully iced to look like Batman and Spider-Man, Stiles doesn’t say anything. He just gets up from the kitchen table and opens the screen door, and then he looks down at the basket for a long, long moment, and then he rubs the heels of his hands into his eyes and groans.

He looks kind of… unkempt. He’s wearing the same sweatpants and lacrosse hoodie he’d had on two days ago when Derek saw him at his mailbox, and his hair is sticking up everywhere, and it’s obvious he hasn’t shaved in a while because there’s some actual stubble there. Derek didn’t think Stiles was even capable of facial hair. It only adds to his attractiveness, but still, Derek can’t help but be concerned.

Derek doesn’t usually start conversations, but today he feels like making an exception. “Are you okay? This is a lot more baking than usual, even for you.”

“What? What do you mean?” Stiles says, dropping his hands to his sides. His face cycles through about five or six different expressions before settling on something that’s probably trying to say “innocent and oblivious,” but… well. Derek might not know Stiles that well, but he knows Stiles is definitely not either of those things, ever.

“The cookies,” Derek says slowly. “That you leave on my doorstep a few times a week while I’m out on my morning run.”

Stiles glares down at the cookies Derek’s holding like they’ve betrayed him.

“We don’t talk about it,” Derek says slowly, unsure, “but I thought you knew that I knew it was you. I mean, no one else in the neighborhood even talks to me.”

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Send To All - Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Prompt: There’s this comedian called Michael Mcintyre who has a chat show and sometimes plays this game called “send to all” where he takes the guests phone and sends a mass text out then reads the replies out. It’s on you tube and hilarious but anyway i was wondering if you could do something where the reader is an actress on the show and agrees to play and he sends out a flirty text or something like that and she gets a few funny replies from Evans, Fassbender, Macavoy, Cumberbatch and TOM HIDDLESTON
Note: Okay so I went a bit mad with this one and did make a few adjustments, however 99% of it is what was asked for. This one is for the lovely @dohegotthesuperbooty - I’m sorry it took so long (I’m really behind!!) - for anyone who is interested, the video behind this idea can be found here.

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You were stood at the side of the stage awaiting your cue; it was your turn to appear on several British chat shows to promote your new film. You were staring in a new rom-com opposite Tom Hiddleston; the two of you had become very close over the last course of shooting the film, a fact that had purposely been left out of the media.

The show you were appearing on was that of comedian Michael McIntyre. All you could think about was his infamous game of ‘Send to All’. The producers had prepared you for the game; however it was up to the host as to whether or not you would be playing.

From centre stage, you heard Michael call your name. You began to walk over, the crowd went wild. Walking over to your seat, you waved to the audience. Once you reached the spot where Michael was stood, he gave you a friendly hug and welcomed you to the show. The two of you took your seats. Once the crowd had quietened down, he welcomed you to the show once again.
“So, welcome to the show!” He smiled.
“Thank you!” You said with a smile, “Thanks for having me, I’m a big fan of the show but I never thought I’d be sat here!” You exclaimed.

The interview was going extremely well, you were laughing and joking with both the audience and the host. Then he said those words you really didn’t want to hear.
“So we have a bit of a tradition on this show.” Michael began to laugh; everyone knew what he was going to say. “I like to play a lovely little game called ‘Send to All’ with my guests, are you up for a go?”
You started to think, what options did you have? If you were to say no… well, you’d only be forced to play to prove you had nothing to hide.
“Sure!” You said, a little too enthusiastically.
“Excellent!” Michael matched your tone. “The rules are simple, I’m going to come up with a message to send to all of the contacts in your phone and we’re going to leave it over the course of the show and then see who replies!”
“Great, can you just not send it to my mum” you laughed, as did everyone else in the studio.

“Okay, I think I’ve come up with the perfect message” Michael grinned.
“Oh no” you joked as you handed over your phone.
“Here goes…” Michael typed each word as he said it. “Hey, it… feels… like we haven’t seen… each other… in such a long time…” Michael stopped typing and looked over to you, he was giggling at the message he was typing. You on the other hand were using your laughter to disguise how red your face had become. “Why don’t we…” he continued to type “meet up… for a drink… or two?” Michael turned to you once again, “Do you use emoticons?” he asked.
“Probably too much” you responded.
“Excellent, how about little kisses?” he asked.
“Yeah, I guess, just one though. And always lowercase!” you added.
“In that case, I’ll add a little winking face and a kiss!” He looked up and addressed the audience. “Ladies and gentlemen, we have our text message!” The audience cheered. “Okay, here’s the message…” he paused and cleared his throat, “Hey, it feels like we haven’t seen each other in such a long time. Why don’t we meet up for a drink or two [question mark] [winking face] [kiss]” he laughed, as did the audience. You began to laugh but at the same time you were slowly bringing your hands up to your face to once again, cover up how red it was. “What do you think, shall we send to all?!” He asked the audience. They went wild. “It’s gone, sent!” Michael turned back around and walked to his seat to continue your interview.

You spent the rest of the interview trying not to think about the messages currently coming through to your phone. You had just about removed the thought from your mind when Michael said “Right, well there’s just one last piece of business we need to discuss before I let you go.” He paused while the audience reacted. “Let’s read out some of the replies to the text we sent from your phone shall we? Okay so the message we sent read ‘Hey, it feels like we haven’t seen each other in such a long time. Why don’t we meet up for a drink or two [question mark] [winking face] [kiss]’. Wow, okay so you’ve got a fair few replies here!” The audience cheered.
“Better than getting none I suppose” you joked.
“Right, first up we have Chris Evans ladies and gentlemen! Wait, is this Captain America Chris Evans or BBC Radio DJ Chris Evans?” he asked you.
“I don’t think I should answer that until you’ve read the reply,” you laughed “no it’s Captain America Chris Evans” you smiled.
“Well Chris replied with ‘Dude, we aren’t even in the same country right now! Count me in for next time though, we’ll all go out’ how nice is that! But what does he mean by ‘all’?
“Yeah, he’s a good egg!” you smiled, “I’m guessing he just means getting the old gang back together”
“Okay next up is… it looks like you’ve got the number of everyone who’s ever been in a Marvel film here!” the two of you laughed as he continued to look for the next reply. “I think we will go for this one next, James McAvoy.”
“Oh no!” you exclaimed as you brought your hands to your face, “This is going to be a bad one isn’t it!”  
“That depends what it means! It says ‘Are ye sure pal? You know what happened last time!’ then there’s one of those laughing and crying faces. What happened last time?” He questioned you.
You tried to contain the laughter, “nothing, nothing happened last time – at least nothing that you’re all probably thinking anyway! All that happened was a few of us had gone out and had far too much to drink, we all got a taxi and when it was my stop James helped me out of the taxi and then after insisting I was fine… I fell up the steps.” The audience and Michael laughed at your story, you chuckled, after all it had been quite funny.

“Wonderful, we have time for just a few more! Who’s next? ‘Benny C’ is that who I think it is?” you nodded in response. “We have to read this one! It says ‘Sorry not tonight, I’ve got my hands full. However you can both count me in next time!’ At least he’s up for the next time, but what does he mean by both?” he questioned you.
“Well a fair few people know I’m here tonight, he probably just knows it was you” you smiled.
“Hmm,” Michael looked as you quizzically.
“He is Sherlock Holmes after all,” you added “all that detective knowledge has to have rubbed off”
Michael agreed with you and moved on, “Okay, this is the last one now, let’s go for the man himself, your co-star Mr Tom Hiddleston ladies and gentlemen!” The audience cheered, some more excited than others as you heard several women let out high pitched screams.
Your face turned the brightest shade of red possible; you could only hope that he hadn’t said anything that would give the two of you away.
“Let’s see what he has to say shall we,” Michael cleared his throat, “’Darling, we spent six months together making a film and I’ve seen you every night since we got home. Shall I come and pick you up? x T’” Michael took a moment for everyone to process the message he had just read. “Well, well, well! It looks like you were hiding something after all. Anything you want to say?” He asked.
“No, not really” you responded, you could feel yourself getting warmer. You were debating whether or not to address it, although Tom had practically already made that decision for you and left you without a choice. In the end, you decided it was best to talk. “When you shoot a romantic film you spend a lot of time with your co-star and about sixty percent of that time you’re in quite an intimate position.” The redness was starting to disappear from your face, replaced only by a smile that suggested you were happily in love.

“Well ladies and gentlemen, it looks like the show is ending on a lovely note! Thank you to all of tonight’s guests and I’ll see you next week!”

Secrets (trans!peter)


For @chase-is-not-crash

PART TWO

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“Crap crap crap crap crap.”

Peter, in full Spider Man costume, dropped onto a roof and ducked behind an AC unit, holding his right arm tight to his chest.

It hurt, oh man it hurt and he could hardly draw a breath between the pain and his binder was too tight today and honestly he thought he might pass out if he couldn’t get laying down somewhere safe. But on this side of the city he was minimum twenty minutes of swinging, and close to an hour taxi ride from the safety of Aunt Mays apartment.

Too far.

He dropped his head back against the AC unit and tried to suck in a deep breath, tried not to scream when everything seized up. His arm, his chest…this was a horrible day.

And he was late for his injection, which made everything worse. He was supposed to take it last night, and had passed out exhausted before he remembered and then had ran out the door late to school and now here he was several hours later.

“What’s up, Spidey?” A deep voice startled him, but not as much as the red and black masked face that poked around the corner. “I’m sensing a damsel in distress.”

“Go away, Deadpool.” Peter flinched behind his mask at the ‘damsel’ comment. “I’m fine.”

Liar!” Deadpool crowed and moved to kneel in front of him. “Who knew our friendly neighborhood Spider Man lied like a fat kid stealing cake?”

“Please.” Peter bit out. “Please. Leave.”

“Hey.” Deadpool’s voice dropped, softened. “You’re not alright, alright? Plus you’re like twelve, and I just can’t leave a twelve year old superhero alone and hurting on the roof somewhere. Where’s your dad?”

“Who–”

“The Iron Giant.” Deadpool said impatiently. “I heard he looks out for you.”

“Don’t want him to know.” Peter was starting to feel a little lightheaded, lack of oxygen and the pain radiating up his arm making him dizzy. “And I’m not twelve.”

“Well you certainly aren’t eighteen.” Deadpool looked around, then seemed to come to a decision. “Well, I live close by, want to come to my place? We can get you patched up and–”

No!” Peter blurted. “I mean, no. No thank you.”

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Exposure // The Preacher’s Daughter Part Three [A Mitch Rapp Smut]

Author: @minhosmeanhoe

Series: Part One Part Two

Relationship: Mitch Rapp x Reader / Mitch Rapp x OFC

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Fingering, Virginity Loss, Sinning, Daddy Kink, and Swearing.

Word Count: 8,233 (I got slightly carried away)

Song: Dance For You by Beyonce

A/N: I love Nia so much in this she reminds me of season one Stiles and aaah it just makes me smile brightly. Also, I really hope you guys like the surprise ending as much as I do.

“He’s at your house?!” Nia freaked out at me, slamming my locker door shut in the girl’s locker room. “The same guy from the club?!" 

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Trust

DAY 4 OF WHUMP WEEK- Torture.

I’m actually really proud of this one? It’s a bit longer than usual, and it’s very Keith-centric even though I’m whumping Lance because hi have you met me? I’m too invested in klance. I hope you enjoy!

@elsiemcclay aka the best person to run ideas and/or titles by. thanks friendo.


A groan sounded to Keith’s left, and he looked over immediately, trying to mask his relief with a glare. “Oh, good. He finally decided to wake up.”

“Hey, how many times do I have to tell you? Beauty sleep is important.” A pause. “Where are we again?”

Pidge snorted. “Guess that general hit him harder than we thought.”

“Lance! You’re okay! I was worried— that totally knocked you out, you hadn’t moved in a while,” Hunk rambled. “Does your head hurt?”

“Like hell,” Lance said, leaning back against the wall and pressing a hand to his forehead. “But nothing too serious. Thankfully, now that I’m conscious, I remember what happened. We’ve been captured, haven’t we?”

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I’ll Be Okay

Summary: You supported Jin’s dreams, and were there every step of the way. Whenever he canceled on you, you were okay with it. Whenever he had to be in the studio, you were okay with it. You were okay with everything he did, and when he broke up with you to continue his dreams you were somehow okay with it. Even though you had a big surprise for him…

Word Count: 4,526

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“Mm, babe where are you going?” You groaned as the other half of the bed dipped. With squinted eyes you saw your boyfriend putting his shoes on, getting ready to leave.

“Ah Y/N, I have to get to the studio.” Jin tied his shoelaces and patted his knees. He felt your arms snake around his neck and your head leaning against his back. If he could, he would stay here for the whole day, like he was supposed to do, but plans change and they needed him in the studio to record.

“I thought you had the day off?” You whispered, still half asleep.

“I thought so too, but they need me in today.” He felt your head nod against his back and you let go of his neck as he got up from the bed. You laid back down and Jin pulled the blankets up to cover you so you could fall back asleep. “I’ll see you tonight, promise.” He placed a gentle kiss on your temple as you cuddle against the blankets more.

“Take your time Jin, you can’t rush perfection.” You smiled at him as he let out a chuckle. “If you can’t come by tonight just text me.”

“Will do baby.” He rubbed your arm one last time before he left the bedroom. Another day he was leaving you for work, and another day you were okay with it.

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*Flashback*

“Y/N, what if I told you I want to be a singer instead of an actor?” Jin sat down next to you at the library as you were studying for an upcoming test. You pulled out the one earphone that was in and laid down at the table. Jin’s hands were folded on the table as he looked at you, his leg was shaking telling you that he was anxious.

“Well go for it Jin.” You placed a hand on top of his and his head tipped forward. “If it feels right then do it. I’m all for it! I mean you might have to take different classes now instead of acting classes…” He cut you off.

“No, Y/N the thing is.” He licked his lips and grabbed your hand with his. “I was recruited today by some company.” Your mouth formed an O as you nodded your head at his words, and without a beat you replied:

“Well go for it babe, I believe in you.” He kissed your temple, the load that was on his shoulders seemed to have gotten lighter. With your support, he could do anything.

“Are you sure about this Y/N?” His chin was on your shoulder as he looked down at your papers.

“Jin, I’m beyond sure, you should do it! Are you sure about this though?” You wanted to make sure he was okay with doing something that was outside his major.

“I guess I’ll find out.”

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“Jin you look so badass!” You said to him through the phone line as you saw some of the teaser photos that were released for their upcoming debut.

“What are you talking about? I’m always badass!” You laugh filled up the phone line, and it brought a smile to his face. It relaxed his whole body, as he was tired from the recent activities.

“Whatever you Jinnie.” And the way that nickname rolled off your tongue, it was the best sound to his ears he’s ever heard. “Anyways, I’m making some dinner tonight for us, I was wondering what you wanted for dessert.”

“Y/N, I can’t make it tonight anymore, I thought that since we would be close to our debut I could see you but I still can’t.” His voice was sympathetic and you knew he felt bad. You didn’t mind though, because he was living his dream, and having fun while doing it. And even though you haven’t seen him in what felt like forever, he always managed to keep you updated.

“No! Jin don’t worry! I completely understand! Just make sure to get some rest okay?” He let out a little half smile with one nod of his head.

“I will Y/N.”

And that’s when it all started. You coming second to his job.

*End Of Flashback*

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You never minded though. You love Jin with all your heart. Meeting him in your first week of college, he caught your eye that’s for sure. You were the first one to make a move, asking him to grab some food with you at a nearby restaurant that the two of your grown to love. You don’t know how long it’s been since the two of you been there together.

While Jin went off to become a famous idol, you stayed back to focus on your studies trying to become a nurse. And when Jin debuted in 2013 with his group you were his biggest fangirl. All of the times he could never see you, the times that he stayed up to practice instead of sleep, the times that he skipped a meal to focus on singing, it all paid off. While Jin kept apologizing to you that he could never see as often, you always told him that it was okay. You were proud of your boyfriend.

He always supported you as well. Making sure that you ate your meals, that you drank enough water, and to get some sleep instead of studying all night. He would love to see you drift off to sleep while he was video chatting you, and seeing you so relaxed and in a peaceful state of mind that it made him more at ease.

He fell more in love with you with each text, and video chat, and with each visit he had with you. You grew accustomed to each other lives, and when he introduced you to the other members, they were fond of you and loved you as well.

He couldn’t find anyone like you, he knew he wanted to be with you for a long time.

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“Hey guys!” You walk into the dance studio with bags of food hanging around your arms.

“Noona!” Jungkook called as he raced over to you, and started looking inside the bags.

“Hold on Kook, let me set them down at least.” You giggled as you let the bags fall off of your arms and onto the floor. The guys floated their way over to the smell, and started to dig in. Your boyfriend was the last one to walk over, placing a kiss on your lips. “Well hello handsome.” You winked at him, and kissed him again. Now your arms were wrapped around his neck while his were wrapped around your waist, the members not taking notice at your affection.

“Well hello gorgeous. What’s all this for?” He nodded his head in the direction of the food.

“Well I’m on my lunchbreak and I thought why not bring some food over for you guys?” You patted his chest and brought your hands down to your pockets. “You should eat babe.” Jin agreed with your words as he sat on the ground with his members and started to eat.

“I love your scrubs Y/N.” Taehyung said to you with a mouthful of food, and you looked down again to see what ones you were wearing. Just a light pink color, with white shoes and your hair a mess. It was already a long day at the hospital for the nursing students, and you all have another 4 hours ahead of you.

“Oh thanks Tae.” You all sat there in a comfortable silence while munching on your food and scrolling through your phones. It’s been almost 2 years since they debuted, and each day you spent with the guys you loved it even more and more. They have become a part of your life, and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

“Breaks over, we need to start back up again.” Their instructor came out and was the first one to break the silence. They all shoved the rest of their food into their mouths and set their containers back into the bags. They all said their thank you’s to you as you grabbed each bag to throw into the garbage.

“Thanks again babe.” Jin kissed your temple and off he went.

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You’ve been with Jin for 3 years now, and this morning he texted you telling you to wear something fancy for tonight because he has something special planned. You don’t know why, but you have butterflies in your stomach and you felt like a middle school girl who was talking to her crush for the first time.

As the night approaches, you chose to wear a black gown, with your hair slicked back into a pony, and your makeup looked like it was professionally done. It took you a few hours to get ready for Jin to pick you up, but the outcome was worth it.

You were ready 30 minutes early before Jin would pick you up, so you turned on the TV and sat on your couch waiting for his text to tell you that he was here. And as 30 minutes passed you received nothing. An hours passed, then two hours, then three, and you were consumed in a new show that was being played.

The door unlocked at 11:35 and in walked Jin, wearing his practice clothes. He threw his bag down and kicked his shoes and ran to the couch to see you. “I’m so sorry Y/N, we got caught up in practice and we had to finish the dance moves.” He was out of breath trying to explain to you what he was doing.

“Jin,” You stood up and and placed your hands on his stomach and ran them up over his chest and to his shoulders and eventually around his neck. “I understand, the most important thing is, is that I have you now.” You kissed his lips, and he let one hand slide to your cheek while the other wrapped around your waist.

He broke the kiss and stood back a little to take in your figure. “God you look so damn beautiful Y/N.”

“Thank you.” You whispered to him. He got out his phone and played a slow song while grabbing your hand and swaying back and forth to the music. You looked at the man in front of you, and you couldn’t be any more prouder of him than you were. He’s living his dream, being so busy, and yet still finding time for you. He was the love of your life, and no one could replace him.

“What are you thinking about?” He asked you. You must have zoned out and he caught you, but when he spoke to you, you just smiled. “What?” He said with a hint of laughter in his voice.

“Nothing, I just love you.” You said to him, and he placed a kiss on your lips, leading down to your neck.

“I love you too.” He removed his lips from your neck. “And I love this outfit on you, but you wanna know what I would love more?” You let out a hum signaling him to tell you what he would love more. “This outfit on the floor.” And before you knew it, you were being carried to the bedroom, bridal style.

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Pregnant. You were pregnant, in fact you were 3 weeks pregnant. Excitement, and nervousness filled your body as you found out this news. You couldn’t wait for Jin to come to your apartment tonight after schedules and for you to tell him the news. Even though this wasn’t the order you were supposed to be doing things in, you were still excited to have a baby with your beloved boyfriend of 3 years.

But what you didn’t know, is that you and Jin were on different agendas.

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Jin walked into your apartment to be faced with you pacing around the kitchen area. He took your beautiful self in, with your pajama shorts and tank top, getting ready for bed. And when you spotted him, you ran over to him and wrapped your arms around him. It’s been too long, like always, but you don’t mind.

“Jin I have some….”

“We need to break up Y/N.” It came out of his mouth faster than intended. You unwrapped your arms from around his neck slowly and stared at him.

“What?” You asked him in confusion. You thought things were going fine, even though he was never around that often, he still tried. Was he getting tired of you? Was he told to end things with you? You weren’t sure why he was doing this, but you needed answers. “Why Jin?” Your voice came out soft.

“Y/N, I love you baby, I really do believe me. I just, I just don’t have time for you. I’m neglecting you and isn’t fair to you. You need someone who will always be here with you, and not keep you waiting.” He held your hands in his, his thumbs playing with your palms.

“Jin, I love you though, you making me wait for you is no big deal.”

“But it is to me Y/N.” He sighed and looked down at your hands. “I can’t keep doing this, I’m hurting you and me. Maybe in the future we can be together when things are figured out and I have more time, but right now,” He shook his head and released his hands from yours, “I can’t do this anymore.”

He was expecting more of a reaction out of you, tears, screaming, hitting, anything. But all he got was the normal you. A smile on your face, a hand cupping his cheek and a kiss on the lips. “I understand Jin. Live your dreams now, I’ll always be here for you.”

And with that, he left your apartment.

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As the months went by, you couldn’t feel sad for the sake of your baby. The first week was horrible, you couldn’t even shed tears. You laid on your bed and stared at the ceiling. You thought things were going fine, but in Jin’s mind he was hurting you. Then as the week passed, you had to pull yourself together and start taking care of yourself for your baby.

You had to move things around in your second room in your apartment to make it a room for a baby. You set up a crib right way before you got too pregnant, and got all the tough work done earlier on in your pregnancy. You attended appointments by yourself, and even when the doctor asked “Will the father be joining us today?” you always said “He’s busy today.”

And each night you would read your growing stomach a book, or watch TV with it. And on special nights you would see Jin perform with BTS and you whisper to your stomach, “There’s your daddy, he doesn’t know about you, but he would love you so much. Hopefully soon he can see you.”

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“Will she be taking the father’s last name?” The nurse asked as you were holding your baby girl. You nodded your head at the nurse as she wrote down the last name on her birth certificate. “And what about the first name?” You stared lovingly at your daughter once more before deciding.

“Luna. Kim Luna.” The nurse smiled at you, as you rubbed your finger against her cheek. You were in love.

“Beautiful name.” The nurse walked out of the room, and it just left you and your beautiful baby girl.

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“Have you talked to her since the break up?” Namjoon asked Jin. It’s been 9 months since he decided it was for the best if you moved on and found someone else. Someone who wouldn’t make you wait, someone who could move in with you, someone who could give you the time of day. Jin wanted to be all of those things, but with the job he has, he couldn’t. He would give anything to take it back, but he knew he couldn’t be selfish anymore, and gave you up.

“We talk sometimes. She’s probably busy now, she’s getting ready for graduation soon. God she has to be so stressed Joon, and I’m not there for her.” He let his head fall into his hands as they were backstage before a show. Jin doesn’t even know how he got on the topic of you but he did. “Do you think she hates me?”

Namjoon let out a sigh, trying to think an answer. “I don’t think she hates you Jin, she loves you too much.” Jin nodded took his head away from his hands. “Do you think what you did was the right choice?”

Jin scoffed. “I thought it was, but it turns out it wasn’t.”

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Two weeks had passed since you brought Luna home. Even though she keeps you up at night, you wouldn’t trade her for anything in this world. Even though she cries at random things, and makes you stressed, she’s still the most beautiful little girl you have laid your eyes on. And at just 2 weeks old, she knows her father’s voice because every time you see a music show and his lovely voice sings into that mic, Luna is at ease.

And one afternoon, while you were getting Luna ready for a nap, rocking her in a chair, your phone wouldn’t stop vibrating, and the I.D. said ‘Jin’.

“Hello?” You answered with your phone in-between your shoulder and ear.

“Y/N?”

“Yes Jin?”

“It’s been months.”

“Yeah it has been, I’ve been super busy, and I’m assuming you have been too.”

“Yeah, I have been. I just needed to hear your voice that’s all.”

“Oh, well I guess you got your fix then.” He laughed at the other end. Your daughter was sound asleep now, so you picked her up and set her in her crib.

“Can I see you later tonight? I mean you don’t have to agree, it’s just…” You cut him off.

“I’d love that actually.”

“Really? I’ll swing by your place if that’s alright? The guys will be here, and I think we need to talk one on one.”

“Sounds perfect Jin.” With that you hung up the phone, and looked at your daughter.

“You’re gonna meet your daddy tonight Luna.”

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“I’m sorry it’s a mess.” You said to Jin as you were picking things off of the floor. With Luna in the picture you haven’t really had time to pick up much. You always haven’t been sleeping much, and since Luna is in bed for the night, you were supposed to be in bed for the night.

“No worries Y/N, you should see the dorm, it’s much messier than this.” You let out a light giggle as you threw some things into the trash. Jin looked at the kitchen, and saw baby bottles scattering the counter, but he didn’t think anything of it. He just assumed that you were watching your friends baby from earlier this week.

You made your way over to the couch to sit across from Jin. “It’s been awhile hasn’t it?” You said to him and he nodded his head in agreement.

“Yeah it has been.”

“I see things are going well though, I watch you on TV, and I watch your music videos and I also buy all of your songs. I guess you can say I’m a major fangirl.” You winked at Jin as he laughed. How could you still be like this after almost 10 months?

“You were always the best at being a fangirl.” You smiled at him. “Y/N,” Jin started and you looked at him as he licked his lips and his eyes got glossy. “I think I messed up.”

“What? Jin? What’s wrong?”

“I shouldn’t have…” Crying. The baby monitor was blaring, filling the living room with cries. Jin looked at it shocked, scaring even him.

“Can you hold that thought one second please.” You got off the couch and walked into Luna’s room. She wouldn’t stop her crying, so you picked her up and and cradled her in your arms.

“It’s alright baby girl.” You cooed, and Jin heard it through the baby monitor. “Why are you crying huh? Are you hungry? You don’t need a diaper change. Should we get some food?” Jin heard your footsteps walking through the hallway and into the kitchen. He saw the little girl in your arms, with a white onesie on.

You came back with a bottle in hand, and Luna’s eyes wide open looking around at her surroundings. Jin was staring at the baby, trying to think who’s it could be.

“I’m sorry it’s just she was crying so much, and I couldn’t leave her.” You explained yourself as Luna took the bottle in her mouth.

Jin ran a finger along side of her cheek, as she drank the milk from the bottle. “What’s her name?” He asked in a whisper.

“Luna.” You said back to him. Earlier today when Jin called, you were so excited for Luna to meet her dad for the first time. But now, you didn’t know how to tell him. How to break the news to him that he was a father. If he didn’t break up with you, it would almost be 4 years that you two would have been together, but here you two are. In the comfort of your apartment, holding your daughter, talking about your relationship with Jin. What an odd situation.

“She’s beautiful.” He stuck a finger in her hand and Luna grasped onto it with all her strength.

“She should be, her father is handsome! She gets her looks from him.” You smiled at her, as you were both fixated on her.

“Who’s child is it?” Jin had her hand wrapped around his finger while you were holding a bottle, feeding her. This is what a family should look like, it felt right.

“Ours.” Jin’s eyes went wide, and you both stared at each other. He was waiting for a kidding at the end of sentence. “She’s ours Jin.” Your voice grew softer with each syllable.

“What?”

“Our three year anniversary, do you remember what we did?” His face turned red as he started to connect the dots in his head. “The day you broke up with me, was the day I was going to tell you that I was pregnant.”

“And why didn’t you?” His voice was quiet but a little harsher than you expected. “Why didn’t you tell me Y/N!”

“Because I didn’t want her to be the reason you stayed Jin. I didn’t want to make you miserable by staying with me because of Luna.”

“That’s bullshit Y/N! I wanted to stay with you! I thought what I was doing was right and it wasn’t, and now here I am ten months later, trying to get you back into my life and then also being told that I have a daughter!”

“It’s a lot I know, and I’m sorry. I understood that you were busy and I didn’t want to bother you. I was doing fine, in fact I still am doing fine.” You gave him a half smile as Luna finished her bottle and you removed it from her mouth. She licked her lips a few times before you placed a towel on your back and started patting her back to get her to burp.

“You always say that everything is fine Y/N. You say that when I cancel plans, when I can’t be with you as much, yet you say it’s fine, why? I know it isn’t fine.”

“Because it really is fine Jin! It’s your job and I understand that you have to make sacrifices! But at the end of the day I’ll still be here! That’s what love is!” Jin leaned in and kissed you with Luna between you two.

“I’m sorry, I was stupid and thought what I was doing was right when it clearly wasn’t. I couldn’t stop thinking about you Y/N, you really are the love of my life, and now,” He nodded towards Luna. “I have two loves of my life right here in front of me.” Your eyes got glossy as a tear fell down your face. Jin saw, and took Luna from you and placed the towel on his shoulder and patted her back. You wiped your tears away, and felt your heart swell with happiness.

“I love you too Kim Seokjin.” You let out a breath before talking again. “And tell you the truth, it’s been a rough two weeks. I think she plots against me so I don’t get any sleep.” You let out a little laugh. “But god Jin, I wouldn’t trade her for the world. She is the most perfect human being on this planet.”

“Besides me?”

“Are you really comparing yourself to your daughter right now?” You got up and sat next to Jin on the couch and leaned your head against his shoulder. “Weird to think that you’re father Jin.”

“I know, but I love it already.” He turned towards you and placed a kiss on top of your head. “Are you saying yes for me being back in your life then?”

“Yes Jin, I haven’t stopped loving you, and this little one here knows who her dad is.”

“What?” He laughed a little at your comment.

“Every time I play your songs or you perform on a show, and you start singing, she goes quiet and just listens.” Jin finally took Luna away from his shoulder and saw that she was sleeping, he cradled her in his arms as the both of you looked at her. “When I was pregnant with her, I told her everything about you, I have a feeling she’s gonna be a daddy’s girl.” Jin shook his head with a big grin on his face. “What?”

“Y/N, I’m a dad.” His grin got wider and wider. “And you’re a mom, and we’re parents to a beautiful baby girl.”

“I know.” You got off the couch and signaled for Jin to follow you. You walked to Luna’s room and he placed her in her crib. He pulled you closer and placed a kiss on your forehead, then your nose, then your lips.

“Thank you for giving me a second chance Y/N. I know this time, I’ll be here more often.”

“Jin, it’s your job remember that. Just know that I’ll always be okay and so will Luna. Our little family.” You grabbed his hand, and walked to your bedroom and climbed in the bed, patting the empty spot beside you. Jin got the hint and crawled next to you. “It’s been too long.” You told him, as you shut the lamp off.

“That it has Y/N.” He pulled you closer to him. He could never get enough of this. He knew that he was in love you. He knew that leaving you was the worst decision of his life. He just wanted you to be happy, but after 10 months he knew that you were each other’s happiness, and this time he isn’t letting go.

Crossed Wires (Cole Sprouse x Reader)

“Maybe something like you really like Cole but you think he likes Lili and he thinks you like KJ and he gets super jealous and idk then somehow he confesses his feelings hehe xx” –Anonymous

Imagine: Ever since being hired to work on the cast of Riverdale you’ve had more than professional feelings for your co-star, Cole Sprouse. His on-screen and potentially off-screen romance with Lili Reinhart complicates things, and you find solace in your friendship with KJ Apa. In the end, everyone’s wires get crossed.


You watched your coworkers Lili and Cole as they did the latest interview in promotion of Riverdale Season 2. The interviewers teased Lili incessantly about “Bughead” and the makeout scene from the Season 1 finale. Cole joined in on the teasing, laughing all the while. Lili blushed, embarrassed.

You leaned against the wall of the viewing gallery, arms crossed. Your eyes narrowed at the interaction.

“Whoa there, Serpent girl,” KJ joked, leaning up next to you. “Getting into your role a little too much?”

Little did the interviewers know that the girl watching from afar was going to be the newest upcoming star in Riverdale as the female South Side Serpent counterpart to Jughead, and Betty’s rival as his love interest. While you were ordered to keep mum on the part until your big reveal, your agent asked that you shadow the others as they interviewed so that you could prepare for the fame that would come with your first big acting gig.

You turned to him, grinning good-naturedly. “Just learning from the best.”

Cole put an arm around Lili and your expression soured. KJ laughed, and you glared at him, hoping the noise didn’t interrupt the recording.

“Would you like to learn from someone in particular?” KJ asked, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Your face reddened. Part of your preparation for the role included doing a lot of one-on-one character training with Cole to build your chemistry. Cole’s idea of “character training” was not reading lines but instead spending inordinate amounts of time together going on walks, eating out, and other discrete adventures. To make things worse, his sincere blue eyes made your heart jump a little bit more than you’d like to admit.

You knew Cole and Lili were close long before you’d met him. You knew they were “couple goals” on his Snapchat and their relationship on the show was the biggest ship on teenage-targeted television. It didn’t mean you have to like it.

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Touché // j.j.

You can’t pin point when. Somewhere between the steady typing and the flipping of pages, between the constant supply of french fries and chocolate milkshakes, between the occasional eye contact and the brief smiles. Somewhere between the hours of three and seven o'clock, you fell.

To be specific, you fell in love with Jughead Jones, Riverdale’s resident tall dark and handsome, at least in your opinion.

It started one afternoon when Pop’s was busier than usual, every booth and table full except one.

“Do you…do you mind if I sit?” You ask, rocking slightly on the balls of your feet. “Everywhere else is full.”

You expect him to say no; he is, after all, Jughead Jones, and this is, after all, Riverdale, probably the smallest town in the world and everyone at least knew of everyone else, and you definitely know of Jughead and his preference to being alone, especially when he’s writing.

Jughead ceases his typing, locking eyes with you. He glances around the diner, almost surprised at how many people were in it.

“I’m not the best conversationalist,” he says, looking back at you, “I can’t promise anything good.”

This surprises you, you expected a flat out no or for him to even just ignore you.

“I’m not looking for conversation,” you say, shrugging, “just somewhere to sit and read my book while enjoying a milkshake.”

“Depends,” he smirks, folding his hands in front of his laptop, “what flavor milkshake?”

“The best one of course,” you smile back, “chocolate.”

Jughead smiles, actually smiles, and nods.

“Yeah, yeah you can sit,” he says.

You thank him, sliding into the booth and setting your bag next to you. You pull out your book, thanking the waiter as he set down your milkshake.

“Oh, I’m Y/N by the way,” you say, stirring the drink a bit.

“I know.”

You raise your eyebrows, tilting your head to the side.

“You know who I am?”

You remind yourself again that this is Riverdale, probably the smallest town in the world, where everyone knows everyone.

“I know more than you think,” he smiles.

“You take this dark and mysterious thing seriously don’t you?”

“I thought you weren’t looking for conversation?” He raises an eyebrow, half a smirk on his face.

“Touché,” you say, opening your book and settling into the plush seating, sipping occasionally at your milkshake.

This continues for days. Regardless of whether Pop’s is bursting at the seems or it’s just you and him, you always sit together. The two of you sit in that booth, you with a book in one hand and a milkshake in another and Jughead with his laptop on the table and fries next to it.

“You know,” Jughead says one day, fingers still whizzing across the keyboard, “you can sit somewhere else if you want.”

“And ruin the work we’ve been doing?” You smile, “I’m good.”

He stops typing, you feel his eyes on you.

“And what work are we doing exactly?”

“Bonding, Jug,” you say, turning the page.

“Is this what bonding is?”

You look up at him, shrugging.

“What would you call it?”

“Touché.”

Weeks pass, the time you spend at Pop’s growing from a one or two hours into several, your time together stretching into early dusk.

“Hey Jug?” You ask quietly one day, closing your book for once.

He notices, he stops typing, he even half way closes the top of his computer.

“What’s up?”

“How’d you know who I was?” You ask, stirring your milkshake. “That first day…you said you knew who I was before I told you. How?”

“This is Riverdale,” he says, “I think it’s physically impossible to not know someone in this town.”

Jughead opens his mouth to continue, then closes it. You can see the wheels turning in his head.

“I notice things, I notice people,” he resumes finally, “I notice when people are different and you’re different. A good different, but different.”

With that, he raises the lid of his laptop, eyes focusing back on the screen.

“You noticed me?”

He looks back up at you, a smile on his face.

“Course I did.”

When you get to Pop’s one day about a week later, Jughead’s not there, Archie is.

“Oh um…hi,” you say, stopping short in front of the booth.

“Hey, Y/N right?” He asks, motioning for you to sit.

You do.

“Yeah, that’s um…” you shift your weight slightly, feeling uncomfortable, “that’s me.”

“Sorry, this must be awkward,” Archie says with a smile, “I’m Archie.”

“Yeah, I know who you are,” you say before you can stop yourself.

Archie’s eyebrows scrunch up slightly in confusion.

“Sorry, that sounded weird,” you rush, “I just mean, you’re a sophomore on varsity football, the whole school knows who you are.”

Archie smiles a bit, nodding.

“Yeah, I guess that’s true,” he shrugs, “anyway, Jughead sent me.”

You feel your shoulders relax involuntarily, leaning back into the seat.

“Okay.”

“He had to stay after school, make up a test or something,” Archie explains, “he told me to come tell you that he’d be here though, just a bit late.”

You smile.

“Thanks Archie,” you nod, “that’s really nice.”

“Anytime,” the boy replies, smiling, “look uh…this may sound super weird but um…you and Jughead…is that anything more th-”

“No,” you cut him off, shaking your head, “no we’re…we’re just friends. At least…I think we’re friends. We just…we sit together and we do our own thing. That’s all.”

“I know Jughead, that’s definitely a friendship,” he smiles, “okay, I gotta head back to practice before I’m missed but yeah, he’ll be here.”

With another smile he scoots out of the booth.

“Archie,” you stop him, looking up at his face, “look um…god this is going to sound crazy but…is Jughead…is he seeing anyone o-or som-”

“No,” Archie cuts you off with another smile on his face, “he was, for a bit but…not anymore. Do you like him?”

You’re surprised by his bluntness, your eyes widening a bit.

“I uh…n-no I was just curious,” you shake your head, pulling your book out of your bag, “you better get to practice, don’t want coach to bench you.”

Archie smiles again, always with the smiling, and walks out of the door just as Jughead walks in.

“Hey, sorry I’m late,” he says, sitting down across from you.

“I didn’t know we had a set schedule,” you smirk, tilting your head slightly, “nice of you to send your friend though.”

Jughead looks at you, a sarcastic smile on his face.

“Didn’t want you to think I stood you up,” he says, pulling out his laptop.  

“Don’t you have to be on a date to get stood up?” You ask, sipping at your milkshake as Pop places a basket of fries in front of Jughead.

“Yeah, I guess that’s true,” he replies, shrugging.

“So are you telling me that these are dates?”

This time you surprise yourself with your own bluntness, and Jughead as well. He recovers quickly though, the shock on his face only evident for a few brief moments.

“You tell me.”

There it is, his smile, his actual smile. Not a smirk, not some no effort half smile, an actual, full blown, Jughead smile.

Looking back on it, you think that’s when you first knew, when you first realized that you were falling for him.

The rest of the night is spent in silence, well, besides the sound of Jughead’s typing and your book pages begin turned.

You arrive at Pop’s the next day to see Jughead already sitting at the booth, typing furiously. That didn’t surprise you. What did surprise you, however, is the chocolate milkshake already sitting on the table in front of your side of the booth.

“I didn’t see you at school today,” you say, sitting down, “did you skip?”

“Yeah, yeah I um…” he pauses, finishing the sentence he’s typing before looking at you, “I got here this morning because I forgot one of my notebooks and I sat down to finish this paragraph I was on and uh…next thing I knew it was one o'clock in the afternoon so I…figured I’d just stay here.”

“Archie asked me if I knew where you were,” you say, “he came up to me during lunch and asked if I knew if you were sick or not.”

“What did you say?”

“The truth,” you reply, “that I didn’t know.”

Jughead nods, looking back down at his computer screen.

“Jug?” You ask, looking at him with furrowed eyebrows.

He continues to type, oblivious to your calls of his name.

“Juggie!” You exclaim, finally drawing his attention.

“Sorry, got caught up in the story,” he shakes his head, “what’s up?”

“What’s going on with you?” You ask, sliding your book off to the side. “You seem…I dunno, off.”

“Sorry just um…a lot of stuff on my mind I guess,” he says, shrugging.

“About Jason or…other things?” You ask.

“It’s nothing important.”

“Juggie,” you say softly, sliding your hand across the table to touch his arm, “if it’s bothering you this much, it’s important. You can talk to me, always.”

“We’re friends right?” He asks, closing his computer all the way.

“Yeah, yeah course we are Jug,” you nod, “please, tell me what’s going on.”

And he does, he tells you everything. About his parents splitting up, about his dad being part of the Serpents, about his mom taking his sister and leaving, about living at the drive in, about living at the school, everything. And you let him talk, you let him go on for as long as he needs with no interruption, just listening.

“Sorry if that’s a lot but um…I needed to get that stuff off my chest,” he finishes, taking a deep breath, “thanks though.”

“Come stay with me,” the words are out of your mouth before you even think them through, but you don’t take them back, “seriously Jug, my dad’s away on business and my mom won’t care, we’ve got room.”

“No Y/N I can’t expect that from you I do-”

“Juggie, you’re my best friend,” you say, cheeks burning slightly, “please, let me do this for you.”

Jughead looks down, staring your hand touching his, both of your fingers practically intertwined on top of the table.

“Are you sure it’s okay?” He asks after a minute or two silence, looking around the diner. “I don’t want to be any trouble.”

“I’m absolutely positive it’s okay,” you reply, catching his gaze, “but I’m not going to force you.”

“As long as you’re sure,” he says, nodding, “I’d really like to not live under the stairs like Harry Potter.”

You were right, your mom doesn’t care, she even convinces your dad that it’s okay for Jughead to stay with you, and after three weeks of it, you’re convinced it is the single best idea you’ve ever had.

The two of you still spend most of your time at Pop’s, something about the neon lights and plush seating and the constant supply of chocolate milkshakes makes you feel more at home than you do at your actual house. Or maybe Jughead does. Maybe Jughead makes you feel like you’re home.

“Do you ever wonder how some people end up with the worst luck?” He asks one day, eyes never leaving his computer screen as he chews on this thumb nail.

The two of you are going on four hours at Pop’s that day, and you notice that Jughead has barely written anything.

“Are we talking about Jason?” You ask gently, closing the book you were reading and placing it on the table.

“We’re talking about everyone,” he says cryptically, “how some people are born with everything they could ever want available on a silver platter and others are born with nothing, but somehow the golden boy ends up with the worst kind of luck.”

Jughead rarely ever spoke directly about Jason Blossom, you knew by now how to read between the lines of his novel-ish tone of voice.

“I think that it doesn’t matter what you’re born into,” you reply, “I think what matters is the choices we decide to make throughout our lives, and that that’s how we end up with good or bad luck, by the choices we make and by how we live our lives.”

“Jason never had to make a choice though,” Jughead exclaims, closing his laptop and sliding it out of the way, “that’s the thing, he never in his life had to make one choice for himself and somehow he still ended up murdered.”

His bluntness surprises you, this being one of a few times he directly tells you he’s talking about Jason.

“He did make choices, Jug,” you explain calmly, “everyday, just like you and me. He made the choice to let his parents give him whatever he wanted, he made the choice to follow that stupid book Chuck made up, he made the choice to be with Polly regardless of what his parents said, he made the choice to try and fake his own death so he could be with her without fear of them, he made hard choices, some of them more tough than you and I will ever make in our entire lives.”

Jughead stares at you, and for a minute you think he’s going to get up and leave.

But then he grabs his computer, mumbling a quick thank you under his breath and he begins to type furiously.

That night you’re laying on your bed, Jughead in the guest room across the hall and you can’t help but feel like he’s a million miles away.

You can’t sleep. Grabbing your phone, you squint at the brightness before you’re able to turn it down, looking at the clock.

2:37 am

“He’s probably asleep,” you whisper to yourself as you unlock the device, fingers moving almost on autopilot to Jughead’s message thread.

Can’t sleep, you awake?

You lay the phone on your stomach, staring up at the dark ceiling and willing your body to sleep. The vibration of the device pulls you out of your thoughts.

You okay?

You smile, two simple words causing happiness to bubble up in your stomach.

Yeah, just can’t seem to sleep.

You want to come talk?

If you don’t mind.

You’re always able to come talk to me.

You don’t reply, instead you get up out of your bed, quietly opening your door and then closing it behind you. You take three quick steps across the hallway, opening and closing Jughead’s door as quietly as you did your own.

“Hey,” you say softly, standing in front of the door.

Jughead props himself up on his elbows, the first thing you notice is the lack of a grey beanie upon his head.

“Hey,” he says back in the same tone, “you okay?”

Those two words again, this time sounding even better as you can hear him say it in his own voice.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you reply, pushing some hair behind your ear nervously.

Why are you nervous? You ask yourself as Jughead motions for you to come join him. It’s only Juggie.

You slide under the covers, but only because the room is cold, and you’re next to him, but only because it’s his room, and his arm is around your shoulders, but only because he’s a good friend and he wants to comfort you.

“Why can’t you sleep?” He asks, rubbing his eye with one hand.

“Did I wake you up?” You ask.

“No I was working on my book,” he explains, pointing at the computer on the bedside table, “don’t change the subject.”

“I dunno…overthinking I guess,” you reply, shrugging a bit.

“About what?”

“Everything I suppose,” you say, “about how if Pop’s wasn’t full that one day or if I had decided not to go then we probably wouldn’t have ever met. About how if I hadn’t continued to sit there we probably wouldn’t have become best friends, about what Archie sa-”

“Archie?” Jughead cuts you off. “What about Archie?”

You curse yourself silently. You didn’t mean to say anything about Archie.

“Nothing, nothing,” you reply quickly, but the look on Jughead’s face told you that he wasn’t going to let it go, “okay um…back that one day when you sent him to Pop’s to tell me that you were going to be late uh…he said that you had been seeing someone but that you weren’t anymore and I was…I guess I was just thinking about who it could’ve been.”

He’s silent, more silent than you’ve ever experienced with the many months of knowing him. Minutes pass, they feel like hours. Finally, you decide to break the silence.

“Juggie?” You whisper.

“Sorry I um…” he shakes his head, raven colored hair flying everywhere, “why were…why were you thinking about that?”

“Curious, I guess,” you explain, “sorry if that seems intrusive or weird or whatever bu-”

“No no it’s…it’s okay,” Jughead replies, wrapping his arm around your shoulders a bit tighter, “it…it was Betty. We had a thing for a few weeks but in the end we decided we were better off as friends.”

“A few weeks?”

“Before I met you, we stopped about two days before that day at Pop’s”

“And are you?”

“Am I what?”

“You and Betty, are you better off as friends?”

“Definitely.”

You nod, falling into silence once again.

This time Jughead breaks it.

“Look I’m not…I’m not good at this whole feelings thing,” he says, “Betty was the first girl I ever really had those types of emotions for but it wasn’t…it wasn’t what I’m supposed to feel. Or rather what I want to feel.”

“Do you know what you want to feel?” You ask, tilting your head up to look at his face.

He looks almost angelic in the pale light streaming through the semi-closed blinds.

“Yes.”

“Do you know anyone that makes you feel like that?”

“Yes.”

The answer comes quick, almost too quick.

“Who?”

Another pause.

“I can’t say.”

Your stomach drops on slightly, but enough for you to feel it nonetheless.

“Oh.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to,” he rushes, running one of his hands through his hair, “it’s just that I don’t really know how to.”

“You’re a writer, Jug,” you say, “I know you’ll figure out how to tell her. You’re good with words.”

“Not when it comes to these kinds of words,” he laughs lightly, “I don’t want to mess up.”

“Don’t psych yourself out,” you encourage, regardless of the weight on your heart, “maybe you don’t need your words this time, maybe actions is the way to go. I believe in you, I know you’ll figure it out.”

Jughead finally looks at you, dark hair falling in front of his face as it’s still free of the infamous crown beanie.

“Actions?” He repeats.

“Yeah, you know what they say,” you smile, “actions speak louder than words.”

He blinks a few times, it’s almost like you can see the thought processing through his brain.

And then suddenly his hands are cupping your face and his lips are on top of yours, your eyes closing as if they had minds of their own. You’re shocked, who wouldn’t be, but it only takes a fraction of a moment for your mind to kick into gear and then your kissing him back, one hand on his shoulder and the other on the back of his neck.

If I’m dreaming I hope I never ever wake up.

He pulls away too soon for your liking, both your chests rising and falling little faster than usual.

“That thing you said about actions,” he says breathlessly, “I believe it.”

You smile wide, Jughead pressing his forehead against yours.

“You were talking about me?” You ask, still a bit shocked.

Jughead nods a few times, a smile on his face as well.

“I like you, Y/N,” he finally says, “I know that’s not poetic or artistic or anything like that but I just…I don’t have any other words. I really like you.”

You think your face is going to split in half by the giant smile you can’t keep off your face.

“Juggie,” you bite your bottom lip lightly, shaking your head, “god I can’t even tell you how much I’ve been wanting you to say that.”

Jughead’s smile widens and you swear the room brightness a bit.

“I’m really glad you couldn’t sleep tonight,” he whispers, laughing quietly.

“Me too,” you smile even wider, if that’s possible, “Juggie I’m…I’m really really happy right now.”

“God I am too,” he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “do you maybe want to have dinner with my friends tomorrow? I know they’re going out after the game, I can finally introduce you, properly too.”

“Ooh, dinner with the friends,” you say sarcastically, “I don’t know, you think our relationship is ready for that? We’ve only been together all of five minutes.”

Jughead laughs loudly and you shush him, the two of you falling silent to make sure your parents were still asleep.

“My dad will kill you if you wake him up and he finds us like this,” you whisper, shaking your head, “but in all seriousness, do you think it’ll be awkward for Betty? I don’t want to cause any trouble or anything I know you guys ar-”

“Y/N,” he stops your rambling, a soft smile on his face, “it’ll be fine. Betty and I are good, like I said, we’re better off as friends. Trust me, she’ll be okay. I wouldn’t bring either of you to meet each other if I didn’t think she’d be okay.”

“Okay, I’ll come to dinner with your friends,” you say, “on one condition.”

“Oh god, what?”

“I get to wear the infamous beanie,” you rush out, reaching over Jughead’s body and plucking the hat from on top of is computer.

“Y/N!” Jughead exclaims, trying to grab the hat back from you.

“Hold on hold on,” you say, pushing his hand away.

You put the beanie on your head, smoothing your hair out under it and looking back up at him.

Jughead stops struggling, half a smile on his face.

“Well you do look adorable,” he says, brushing a stray piece of hair off your cheek.

“I wear the beanie tomorrow,” you ask with raised eyebrows.

“You can wear it to dinner,” he compromises, tilting his head to the side.

“Touché.”

Jughead keeps his word, and when the two of you leave your house that evening and head for Pop’s, he takes the beanie off his head and places it on yours, shaking out his hair. Jughead intertwines your fingers together, smiling at you and at how happy you look.

Jughead explains his friends to you, telling you a bit about each one of them as you both walk towards the diner.

“They’re probably going to say something,” he says, “about the beanie.”

“Have any of them ever seen you without it?” You question.

“Archie has a few times, Betty once or twice,” he explains, “but other than that, no.”

Jughead’s warnings were a bit understated. In fact, when the two of you walk into Pop’s and find his friends at a booth, it seems all conversation in the entire diner ceases.

“Jug,” one of the girls, Veronica, says, mouthing wordlessly for a few seconds, “you made it, we thought you weren’t going to come for a while.”

“Yeah, yeah we left a bit late,” Jughead shrugs, “guys um…this is Y/N. Y/N, this is…well this is everyone.”

Once the awkward formalities were out of the way and Pop had brought over everyone’s celebratory milkshakes (the football team won that night), everything felt normal.

You laugh at all the jokes, even tell some of your own. You feel like you’ve been part of this group for years, and you know Jughead can tell.

“Hey um…sorry guys I gotta take this,” Jughead says after he pulls out his phone.

“Juggie?” You ask. “Everything okay?”

“What? Yeah,” he replies, “it’s just…it’s my mom. I should take it.”

“Yeah, yeah of course go ahead,” Betty says, “we’ll keep her company,” she smiles at you.

Jughead thanks them, walking out the door to the diner with the phone up to his ear.

“So,” Veronica says, holding her head up with her hands, “you and Jughead.”

You furrow your eyebrows.

“Oh come on, don’t make her spell it out!” Kevin says, “he’s letting you wear his most prized possession for pete’s sake!”

You feel a blush spread across your cheeks, looking down at the half empty milkshake in front of you.

“I think you guys make a cute couple,” Betty says, licking some whipped cream off of her straw.

“Thanks Betty,” you reply, smiling again.

“This is going to sound awkward but uh…” Archie trails off, “has Jug told you anything about what’s going with his family an-”

“Yeah,” you cut him off, “he has. About everything, including his dad and that stuff. He’s um…he’s staying at my house. Has been for a couple weeks.”

Veronica smirks, Betty elbows her in the ribs. Archie and Kevin rolls their eyes at the two girls.

“Hey, I think he’s talking about you,” Kevin says, nodding in Jughead’s direction.

The four of you look over at him, you watch as he talks into his phone with a huge smile on his face, running a hand through his hair to push it back every couple of seconds.

The night draws to a close all too soon, everyone heading back to their houses as you and Jughead walk hand in hand down the asphalt road.

“I think that went really well,” you say, smiling at him.

“I agree,” Jughead says, stopping you both from walking and standing in front of you.

Before you can ask what he’s doing, he places his lips on yours, cupping your cheek with one hand while simultaneously tilting your head up. You feel him lift the beanie off of your head, but honestly you don’t really care. He pulls away with a smirk, fixing his hat back on his head.

“Archie,” you say, looking over Jughead’s shoulder.

“Really?” He asks with semi-wide eyes, “that’s what you’re thinking about in the middle of our moment?”

No, god you’re an idiot,” you shake your head, pointing over his shoulder, “Archie’s window, which happens to show Archie watching us right now.”

As soon as Jughead turns around Archie slides his curtains closed, causing you and Jughead to burst out in laughter.

“Did you kiss me just to steal your hat back?” You ask in a fake shocked tone.

“Possibly,” he replies, quirking an eyebrow.

“Touché Jones, touché.”

TITLE: The Things You Do For Love

IMAGINE: Steve and (Y/N) getting into a fight and her doing something for him that she hates. 

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She stepped inside the compound, the brown bag held tightly in her hands. (Y/N) took a deep breath and opened the door. She locked eyes with the Avengers, minus the one that she was looking for. “Where is he?”

Tony gestured towards the door to the gym, “Might want to not go in there. He’s in a bit of a mood.”

(Y/N) sighed and walked towards the kitchen counter. “Tell me about it.”

“What happened?”

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Asylum

Note: Based off of the recent fanart that we reblogged. Enjoy!

Pairings: H2OVanoss, Minicat, Brohm

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Three doctors stood outside of the asylum, having their normal chat before they walked in.

“Honestly, I don’t know which one I should be worried about; Mini or Pablo?” Tyler sighed, scratching the back of his neck.

“I say both. At least you don’t have my problem where Delirious keeps trying to get me to let him out,” Evan replied, fixing his coat.

“And then there’s Ohm, who will not stop flirting with me. I honestly think he does it to try and get me to let him free or something,” Bryce added, fiddling with the pencil in his hands.

“Mini flirts with me too, and sometimes it gets real uncomfortable.”

“I don’t know if I can say Delirious is necessarily flirting with me, but I really hope it doesn’t get to that level.”

They all nodded in agreement before going inside, mentally preparing themselves for the day.

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Tyler walked into the padded room where his patient stayed. “Hello, Tyler~” He heard Mini say. He turned to see the Brit smiling at him from the corner of the room.

“Good morning, Mini. How’d you sleep?”

“Okay, I guess. It would have been better if you were there, though,” he teased with a smirk. Tyler just sighed and grabbed his clipboard.

“Did you talk to Pablo while I was gone?”

“Nope. He tried to talk to me, but I blocked him out. Aren’t I just such a good boy?” Mini asked, taking a step closer to Tyler.

“If you take one more step closer, I will make sure that straightjacket is tightened,” Tyler snapped. He immediately regretted that, as the look on Mini’s face unnerved him to the bone.

“Oh, you have no idea how much I love it when you get rough,” he purred, taking another step forward. “You know, I would have never known you were into that stuff, but I think I’ll be fine with it.”

Tyler didn’t say anything. He couldn’t; anything that came out of his mouth would be used against him in someway. Instead, he just finished writing something down and started to leave.

“You’re gonna leave me without my goodbye kiss?”

Tyler stopped and silently cursed. The only way Mini would listen to the other staff was if Tyler gave him a kiss. Tyler turned back around, sighing. Mini walked up to him and waited. Tyler gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before quickly leaving.

God, he hated doing that. Especially when he knew that Mini had a shit-eating grin on his face, knowing that he had won that day.

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As soon as Evan stepped inside the room, his patient’s head bolted up, a grin plastered onto his face. “Evan! It’s so good to see you again,” he chirped.

“Likewise. How did you sleep, Delirious?”

“Pretty good, actually. The sound of the voices telling me to kill everyone here is surprisingly soothing. You should try it out sometime,” he laughed. Evan shook his head and wrote something down on the clipboard.

“Was that all the voices said?” He asked.

“Well, they also said that you should let me out…” Evan sighed at that.

“Delirious, you know I can’t do that. Even if I wanted to, I wouldn’t let you out. Let it go already.”

Delirious started to pout. “Aww, but it’s so fun making you annoyed!”

Evan sighed and shook his head once more before writing something on the clipboard and tiring to leave. “I’ll be back in a couple of hours to check up on you. Don’t do anything bad.”

“I can’t promise anything, but I’ll try. Will you let me out if I do?”

Evan didn’t reply as he left the room, slamming the door shut behind him.

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Bryce held a small smile as he walked down the hall. He couldn’t help it; that’s just how he normally was. When he got to his patients room, however, the smile quickly disappeared. He opened the door and closed it quietly behind him.

“Hey Brycey-poo~” his patient called from the bed at the other side of the room.

“Don’t call me that,” Bryce replied, annoyed at the nickname he had gotten.

“Oh, come on, Brycey. You know you love it~”

“Actually, I don’t. Now, how did you sleep?”

“Not good. You weren’t there, so I didn’t sleep well. Do ya think you’ll be able to get the night shift here as well as the day one?” Ohm asked with a smile on his face.

“No.”

Ohm laughed and leaned his head back against the wall. “Bryce, why don’t you love me? All I’ve ever done was compliment you and loved you. Are you shoving back your feelings?”

“No, because I don’t have any for you. You’re a mental patient, Ohm.”

“So?”

“So, my answer will always be no. Stop asking me.”

“Nah. I like seeing you get angry. It’s real cute, y'know? It’s also kinda hot, if I’m being completely honest.” Bryce sighed before leaving the room as quickly as possible as he wrote something down.

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“Does Mini still have you do that thing so he doesn’t give trouble to the others?” Evan asked Tyler as he took a bite out of his sandwich.

“Sadly, yes. It gets unnerving, especially when he has that grin that just reads ‘I win’.”

“I know what you mean. I hate the smile that Ohm gives me whenever I start to get angry with him. He enjoys it way too much,” Bryce said as he took another spoonful of yogurt.

“What about Delirious? Still giving you trouble of letting him go?” Evan nodded.

“Yeah. I swear he knows that he’s gonna get the same answer everytime, but he keeps on going for it anyways.”

“Ohm’s the same way. He thinks that we should be ‘together’, even if I tell him no. He says I’m ‘holding back by feelings for him’. Excuse my language, but that’s complete bullshit.” Evan and Tyler nodded.

The bell rang, indicating that their lunch break was over. They all sighed and said their goodbyes before going back to check up on their patients.

The Counselors Are In

In which Steve and Tony from Avengers Assemble open a counseling service for all the Steves and Tonys across the multiverse. God knows they need it.
To celebrate #10yearsofstevetony ♥


“But Tony, doesn’t it seem like meddling?” Steve chewed at the corner of his lip. “Maybe the other versions of us won’t want to listen to what we have to say.”

“We are pretty stubborn, I’m sure that’s true in every universe,” Tony said with a grin. “But I’ve seen some of the places they come from. Things are not good there. They need our help, Steve.”

Steve heart swelled at the care Tony had for everyone, even if they were from a different universe. “You’re right, honey. Come on then. Let’s do this.”

“Okay,” Tony called out, taking his hand, matching wedding bands sat atop each other. “Send the first pair in.”


MCU (Earth-199999)

“Have you two ever spent any time together outside of a mission?” Tony asked, eyeing them strangely.

“Uhh. There was that one time we got shawarma,” Grumpy Steve said.

“That was right after a mission and you were half asleep. That doesn’t count,” Grumpy Tony said snappishly.

“So you’ve never actually… hung out? As friends? Like, at all?” Tony asked, seeming genuinely perplexed.

“Well. When you put it like that, not really, no,” Grumpy Steve admitted.

“I think we may have discovered the root of your issues,” Steve said with a sigh. “Why not try talking to each other, for god’s sake?”

“Because he hates me,” both Grumpy Steve and Grumpy Tony wailed in unison.

“He really doesn’t,” Steve and Tony both said firmly.

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10 Things I Hate About You

Summary: Your brother is getting Married and your brothers best man has made you want to pull your hair out.

Pairing: Park Jimin / Reader

Genre: Smut

Words: 5.2k

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You were finishing up your work on your laptop as your phone rang. You saw that it was your little brother calling.

It’s been a while since you’ve seen your brother, you always kept in touch but after you went to college in the states, you gone your separate ways. After college you decided to stay in America, you met a lot of people and you loved your job. You were a reporter for a magazine company.

“Hey Jungkook, what’s up?” You greeted.

“Nothing….how are you? How’s the job?”

“It’s good…..tiring.”

“Okay so the reason I called was because I’m getting married.”

It took you a minute to process what he said. You knew Jungkook was in a serious relationship but you didn’t realize how long it’s been now. You met her a few years ago and she was the sweetest girl you have ever met.

“(Y/N)?….I know I’ve should of called you sooner but things have been so busy.” He broke your train of thought.

“It’s fine, I just can’t believe my little brother is getting married.” You said excitedly.

“So I was wondering if you can take off of work for a few weeks to help with the wedding. Ara is already freaking out on all the planning.” He sounded panicked. “Also we want you as a bridesmaid anyway.”

“When’s the wedding?” You asked.

“Two weeks.” You didn’t realize how soon that was especially if you needed to take off of work.

“Okay, I’ll see what I can do.”

“Thank you so much (Y/N).”

“Of course Jungkook, I love you.”

He said it back and you ended your call. Now you need to make a compromise with your job.

-

You were boarding your plane to Seoul. Your job allowed you to take off as much as you need as long as you still worked from your computer. Easy enough.

You were excited to finally see your family after four years. It was your brother and your mother who were the most crushed about you moving to America.

When you finally reached your destination, you walked around looking for Jungkook. He said he was picking you up at the airport.

You saw your brother on the other end of the airport. He waved at you and you smiled, speed walking in his direction. You noticed another guy standing next to him. He was slightly taller then your brother. You didn’t recognize him, but honestly you never met any of Jungkook’s friends.

When you were close enough you jumped into your brothers arms. You missed him so much. Four years can do a lot to a person, especially your brother. He was a lot taller, more handsome, his body was definitely more toned from his tight squeeze he was giving you. He’s changed more then you thought.

“I missed you.” He said still embraced in the hug. When he finally let go, he turned to his friend.

“(Y/N), this is Jin.”

He reached his hand out for you. He seemed nice from his gentle smile.

“Hi, it’s finally nice to meet you.”

-

In the car you were quite curious about your brothers friend. “Are you the best man?” You asked.

“No, but I should be.” He turned his head to answer you from the front seat.

“Come on you know it was a hard decision between all of you.” Jungkook confessed.

“But it should clearly be me, I’m the most handsome.” You and Jungkook laughed.

Jungkook brought his hand around and smacked his friend. “Jungkook hands on the wheel.” You smacked your brother.

“I’ve never been so feared for my life.” You said causing Jin to laugh and Jungkook glared at you from the rear view mirror.

-

When you got to the house, it looked the same as you remember. Jungkook helped you with your bags to the upstairs bedroom that used to be yours. When you entered the backyard you saw many familiar faces and many that were not.

“(Y/N) sweetie your here.” Your mother embraced you in a hug. You felt tears build up in your eyes. When you pulled away you noticed your mother also had tears in hers as well. Next your father picked you up embracing you in a tight, bone crushing hug. He missed you more then he put off.

“Please don’t leave again.” He pouted. “You should move back here with us.”

You looked at your dad softly, you never knew he felt this way. This was your whole family by your side, all gathered here for a special event. Maybe you should reconsider moving back.

“I’ll definitely think about it.” You kissed your father on the cheek.

“(Y/N) I want to introduce you too my friends.” Jungkook pulled you away from your parents.

There was four guys down the line. “You already met Jin, this is Namjoon, Yoongi, Hoseok.” Your brother had really attractive friends, you weren’t going to lie.

“Ara is on her way with Taehyung and Jimin, they are picking up food.” He had more friends coming? You never knew your brother was so popular. You had three close friends that’s it.

Jungkook pulled you inside the house so you can help him gather plates for the outside tables that were set up.

“I was wondering, can you help Jimin tomorrow on the table arrangements, he’s in charge of the RSVP’s and you know how our family is…..and you’ll get to know each other since he’s my best man.” Oh, so Jimin is the best man. He must be your brothers closest friend.

“Sure.” You smiled.

“Thank you….and don’t worry about Jimin, you’ll love him.”

“I’ll text you the address and Jimin will help you from there.” You nodded.

-

“Kookie.” You heard someone enter the backyard.

“Hey babe.” He went over and kissed his bride-to-be.

“Hi kookie.” You heard mocking voices behind them.

“Oh shut up.” Ara smacked the two guys who were making their way outside with everyone else. One had shaggy brown hair, he was holding four boxes of pizzas. The other one had soft silver-ish blonde hair, he was carrying a few packs of beer. They were both gorgeous.

“Okay everyone dig in.” Jungkook announced.

“(Y/N).” Jungkook waved you over.

“This is your sister?” The guy with blonde hair asked. He blushed as soon as he saw you.

“This is Tae and Jimin.” You finally met the guy you will be working with tomorrow. He was cute.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you.” You shook both their hands.

“Don’t drink too much, you have a lot of work to do tomorrow.” Jungkook spoke up to Jimin.

“No worries.” He smiled.

-

You had to meet Jimin at eight in the morning. You felt a little jet lagged, so you were exhausted.

As soon as you entered the building to the dinning hall, you were stunned how beautiful it was. The room had a beautiful ocean top view from being on the fourth floor.

“Nice huh?” You turned around and saw Jimin. He looked pretty awake for someone who drank a lot last night.

“Hey.” He was taken back by your appearance. You didn’t put much effort towards your attire. You just put on ripped jeans and a plain white v neck this morning. And tied your hair up in a messy bun, you didn’t even bother putting makeup on.

“You look awful…did you drink last night?” He just insulted the way you looked.

“Thank you that’s the definition of what a girl wants to hear.” You answered sarcastically. “And no I did not drink….did you forget I flew from the other side of the world.” You snapped. You clearly weren’t a morning person, especially when you’re jet lagged.

“Sorry no offense….you can go home and sleep if you want.” He kindly offered.

“No I’m fine….not hungover either….I’m surprised your not though.” You crossed your arms.

“My body is used to the alcohol I guess.” Jimin smirked. Okay I don’t like him.

Jimin gave you the impression that he was a party animal. Quite opposite from your brother.

“Do you have the check list?”

He reached into his bag and pulled out a clipboard. He handed it to you and you looked around the dining hall. “Okay so 145 guest are coming.” You talked out loud to yourself.

You walked around with the clipboard trying to figure where the bride and groom should go. What you actually didn’t know was Jimin was secretly admiring you. He thought you were beautiful, he thought you had the perfect body but he knew better then to hit on his best friends sister. Jimin thought it was best to erase those thoughts from his mind.

“I think the bride and groom should go here….and then this table here we’ll have his closest friends….then over her-”

“What about we have them in the middle and the bridesmaids over here and the grooms over here.” He interrupted you.

“It’s more traditional that the married couple sit by themselves in front watching the party.”

“But the grooms men and bridesmaids are part of the wedding, we should sit next to the bride and groom.” Jimin argued back.

“How about you sit-” You tried to control your anger. “How about we leave that up to my brother and Ara okay?” You sighed.

“My parents with my grandparents will go here.” You walked over to the other side. “Her parents and grandparents here.”

The rest of the tables you mostly agreed on with a few petty arguments here and there but you finally had a final decision on everyone, except on the bridesmaids and grooms men. It took four hours but you were happy.

You decided to grab a quick bite before you went back to your parents house. Jimin insisted he go with you so you wouldn’t get kidnapped.

“Yeah because I can’t defend myself in broad daylight or anything.” More sarcasm.

“Wow Jungkooks sister is feisty.”

“What? I’m not feisty.” You questioned.

“Yeah you are.” He laughed. “I was almost scared to give suggestions…I felt like you would eat me.”

“You’re an ass you know that.” You raised your eyebrows.

“Takes one to know one.” He smirked.

You rolled your eyes and went up to the counter ordering your food. Before the cashier completed the order Jimin barged in saying what he wanted. He handed the card to the lady. “If this is your way of apologizing then I’ll take it.” You smiled and went to sit down.

“Your nothing like Jungkook.” Jimin spoke up.

You just stared at him almost offended. Coming from his mouth it probably was. “Jungkooks pretty shy….most of the time.”

“What are you saying I’m loud?” You asked.

“No, you’re just….not shy.” He looked down away from your glare. “You’re very intimidating.”

“I’m usually not like that but I feel like everything you said to me today was an insult so sorry that I don’t trust what you say.”

“I’m sorry, I usually don’t have this effect on women.”

“What, real conversations?” You started, trying to keep a steady tone. “Are you used to girls throwing themselves at you….no time for conversations for you.” The sarcasm was never leaving your voice.

He looked hard at you, thinking about what you said. “Do you think I’m a fuckboy or something?”

You immediately looked up at him from his choice of words.

“No.” You looked back down at your food. “I’m not quick to judge.”

He laughed. “I promise you that I’m not.”

“Seeing your brother getting married makes me wish I was in a relationship.” His voice soften.

You immediately felt guilty. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it….I’m not good with relationships either, if you can tell.”

“Is it because you constantly snap at them.” You raised one eyebrow but you smirked. “I still think you’re an ass.”

You got up and threw your things in the trash.

You went outside hauling a cab. You felt Jimin’s presence on your back. “Are you following me?”

“I was just thinking that I can drive you over….unless you want to ride the backseat of a cab that is probably covered in blood, sweat, and tears…and worse.” He leaned into you closer. “Jizz.”

He laughed and you hit him in the arm. “You’re disgusting.”

“It’s true though…you think they clean those seats.” You watched as he smirked while his tongue brushed his bottom lip.

“Fine.” You followed him to his car.

-

“So how did it go.” Your brother asked as soon as you got home. Jimin ran to the bathroom real quick, so Jungkook wanted your honest opinion.

“Fine.” You smiled falsely. Jungkook just looked at you arching his eyebrows, he knew you were lying.

“Okay honestly, your friend is a pain in the ass.” Jungkook and Ara just laughed.

“There it is.” Ara smiled. “Told you.” She looked at Jungkook completely oblivious to the comment.

“Whatever….he’s the sweetest guy that I know.”

“We know but he’s just a pain.” Ara said. “Like an annoying brother.”

You just nodded but you simply disagreed, you could never picture him as your brother, you wouldn’t want him as your brother.

You heard the bathroom down the hall open, so you all immediately changed the subject. “So Jimin and I decided that it would be your decision if you wanted your own table or if you wanted the bridesmaid and grooms men on your side.” You started.

You felt the couch sink next to you as Jimin sank down next to you. Jungkook and Ara took a second to think about it. “I think I rather have all of us together.”

“Ha…do I know my best friend or what.” Jimin high five Jungkook causing you to roll your eyes.

“Sorry I guess I just like traditional that’s it.” Jimin immediately calmed down when he saw your pout.

-

You were siting outside in the backyard with Ara going over the center pieces for the wedding. She was browsing through the tablet. “This one is perfect.” She cheered.

“Ara, the florist is on the phone.” Your mother called Ara from inside the house.

“Hey beautiful.” You heard a voice behind you suddenly.

You looked behind you, to your surprise it was Jimin. “I’m sorry were you talking to me? A few days ago you complimented on how ugly I was.”

You were taken back by his appearance, he was wearing a button up plaid shirt with black ripped jeans, to top it all off he had a snapback and sunglasses on. He looked so good. You just wished he wasn’t a pain in your ass.

“I didn’t mean it like that, I was concerned you didn’t get enough sleep.” He leaned on the table next to you, too close to your liking. The way his sunglasses hung off his face was cute. Stop, thinking about him that way.

“What are you doing here?” You asked.

“I wanted to hang out with you.” He smirked taking the seat next to you. You glared at him.

“What are you really doing here?”

“Jungkook asked me if I had a speech ready and I sort of lied and told him I did and then I remembered that you write for a living so I thought I ask you for help.”

“What makes you think I’ll help you.” His face dropped.

“(Y/N) can you save that picture for me, I’m going to run over to the florist.” Ara rushed out. You nodded and she left you alone with the nuisance.

“Please, I’ll do anything.” He begged.

“There’s nothing that I want from you.” You teased.

“Please.” He said softly.

You looked at him, he was so cute when he was like this, like a puppy. “Fine…but I swear if you offend me once…I will punch you in the face.” He smiled.

“I meant what I said by the way.” He pulled out his phone.

“What?”

“That you’re beautiful.” He blushed.

“With makeup on?”

“Can’t you just take the compliment?” He huffed.

You looked down blushing, you were glad he was looking at his phone because he really did have an affect on you that you couldn’t admit.

-

For the past hour you helped him come up with a decent speech that you could tell was written by himself. You moved from the backyard to the nice air conditioned house. You were cooking something small for the both of you in the kitchen. You inherited your mothers perfect cooking skills so you enjoyed trying new things. When you placed the food in the oven, you heard Jimin enter the kitchen, still on his phone.

“How are you at dancing?” He asked you. Such a random question.

“I’m okay I guess.” You shrugged your shoulders.

“Slow dancing?” He asked further.

“Why?”

“Because we’ll be dancing at the wedding together, especially for the first dance when we join in.”

“Why me?” You asked confused from his offer.

“Because I’m the best man and you’re the maid of honor.”  Oh, that’s right you are forced to dance together, it’s not like he wants to or anything.

He played a song off his phone and walked up closer to you. He bowed before you. “My lady.”

You tried not to laugh at his lame attempt to ask you to dance. He leaned back up extending his hand out for you, you rolled your eyes taking it. He brought you in extremely close that you could feel his hips attached to yours. You actually  felt butterflies in your stomach from his touch. He held your right hand as his right hand wrapped around your hip. He started swaying you to the music. It felt nice, you haven’t slow danced since your senior prom and even so this felt a lot more passionate.

Jimin was a good dancer, he made you feel like you were floating, he twirled you around and brought you back in. This time his forehead was leaning on yours as your hips swayed to the music. You felt like your breathing stopped when you saw him lean in further to you. He was going to kiss you, and you weren’t stopping it.

You both looked up startled when you heard the back door open. You saw Jungkook walk in from the clear view it had from the kitchen. Jimin and you were still in your dancing positions.

“What’s going on?” He smirked at the both of you.

“Nothing.” You slightly pushed Jimin away. “He was teaching me how to slow dance.”

“But you know how to slow dance.” He was still smirking at the both of you.

“I haven’t done it in a while.” You crossed your arms.

Jungkook laughed when he noticed the serious expression that Jimin was holding. Jungkook knew his friend all too well.

“Jimin, we need to pick up our suits.” Jungkook stated.

-

“Hey, so what did I walk into?” Jungkook finally asked Jimin at the tailor.

“Nothing.” Jimin answered.

“Jimin….it’s okay.” Jimin just shrugged his shoulders. “It’s okay if you like my sister.”

Jimin looked up at him shocked. “I don’t know wha-”

“You can’t lie your way out of this one man.” Jungkook patted his best friend on the back.

“She hates me.” Jimin sighed.

“What makes you think that?”

“I can just tell.” He laughed.

“She doesn’t hate you….I can just tell.” Jungkook said making Jimin laugh.

-

For the past week, everyone was busy with the wedding, it was finally down to the day before and it was the rehearsal in the church. It wasn’t really hard to walk down an aisle, but here you were. When every one was on time there was one person that wasn’t. Jimin. Where was he?

“Where’s Jimin?” You asked.

“I told him to pick up the rings.” Jungkook said.

“Hey sorry I’m late.” Jimin ran through the door. You couldn’t help but laugh at how cutely he stumbled through the door.

“What are you laughing at.” He mumbled at you.

“Nothing.” You looked ahead. You noticed the rehearsal was starting as the flower girl and ring bearer was walking down the aisle. Then followed by the other bridesmaids and grooms.

Then it was yours and Jimins turn, you felt nervous for some reason as you had to interlock your arm with his. Your body was confused as you felt the butterflies. You didn’t know why you were so affect by him. Your head was telling you he was irritating but your heart was telling you something else.

When you reached the end of the aisle you had to separate. You finally had the chance to catch your breath. Then it was Ara’s turn to walk down with her father. She looked lovely, you can’t wait until you see her in her dress tomorrow.

The rest of the ceremony was the usual boring speech the bride and groom go through. The rest of you got to sit and watch. You choose to sit close to the back, taking advantage of the a.c. vent above your head. Jimin came up with the decency to sit next to you.

“You know…you’re one of those annoying people who like to park next to the only car in the parking lot, even though there are hundreds of other spots they could park.” Jimin tried to hold in his laughter.

“Why are you so hostile towards me?”

“You drive me that way.” You smiled.

“Can you believe he’s getting married tomorrow.” You said.

“Its beautiful.” Jimin looked ahead quite sadly. “It’s nice to see that true love exist.”

You looked at Jimin stunned. Was he really that lost? He was a hopeless romantic, he desperately wanted to feel loved by someone and you felt defeated. Jimin wasn’t the person you first thought he was. He had a heart and you judged him off the bat. You could relate to him in every way. You felt a connection.

You reached over and grabbed his hand. The action had him jerk his head in your reaction. He was confused. He felt like you didn’t care about sappy cliche feelings, especially his.

-

The rest of the night had you feeling all confused. Did you like Jimin? You felt like it was obvious he liked you, but you pushed him away so often you wouldn’t be surprised if he hated your guts.

The guys had their usual bachelor party and you girls had a day at the spa. It was the most relaxing time you ever had in your life.

The morning before the wedding actually felt nice and relaxing, the planning was well seatled. You still had three hours before the wedding started and you were already on your way to the church with the rest of the girls. Lucky the church was in the same hotel as the reception.

After you got ready you decided to make sure everything was all set. You made your way up towards the dining hall. You were confused when you noticed Jimin panicking. He was on his hands and knees looking under tables.

“What’s going on?”

He stood up and looked at you, first he looked flushed, but then it turned to a gazing stare.

You was blown away from how beautiful you looked. And you hate to admit but he was looking hot as well. He looked good in a suit.

“You look beautiful.” He smiled.

“Thank you….why are you crawling around in the floor?”

His facial expression changed back to a panic. “Okay….I sort of lost the rings.”

“What?” You almost yelled.

“I know….I had them a second ago.”

“You better find them.” You helped him look around the dining hall.

“Why don’t you trace your steps.” You suggested.

“Where were you before this?”

He stood there thinking of all the places he could of possibly went. “You obviously went to the wine closet.” You pointed to the bottles on each table. They were part of the center pieces Ara wanted.

It clicked in his head and he ran out the door. You followed him close by, even in your heels. He opened the door to the medium size room. He traced along the counters until he saw a basket of towels.

“Holy shit….they’re here.” He sounded releaved.

“Thank you.” He wrapped his arms around you, embracing you in a hug. You couldn’t help but smile from his dorkyness. When he pulled away he looked at you lustfully.

You felt the need to kiss him and you know he did too by the way he leaned in closer.

He was close enough that you felt his breath brush you lips. Just as the space got smaller, you heard his phone go off. He didnt move, he just closed his eyes in annoyance.

“You should answer that.” You softly spoken and moved further away.

You saw the glance of the ID, it was your brother. “Hey.” He answered as you made your way closer to the door.

“I’ll be right there.”

-

The wedding was absolutely beautiful, Ara looked gorgeous in her dress. You loved the feel of weddings, everyone seemed so happy. You laughed from the fact that your parents were crying wrecks.

When it finally got time to the reception, it was pretty late. You got a glimpse of the sun going down over the ocean. It was a beautiful, especially for a wedding.

Everyone was settled down, some sitting, some dancing. “You want to dance?” Jimin whispered in your ear just as the music turned slow.

Wow, second time of the night?

You nodded and got up with him. He led you to the dance floor and you couldn’t help but notice the smile on Jungkooks face.

He took your hand and placed his other hand around your waist as you place your hand on his shoulder.

“Did I mention how beautiful you look.” You blushed.

“Yes, you did like three times.” You laughed. “Have you been drinking?”

“Actually no.” He said proudly. “I’ve only had champagne.” You arched your eyebrows. “I promise.”

“I should of know better then to complement you.” He smiled.

“Thank you…..you look very handsome I suppose.” You said sarcastically.

You both swayed to the music, you felt contented, like you wanted this feeling to last forever. You once again both caught yourselves leaning in until your foreheads were against each other. You just listened to your heart beating out of your chest. “I have to use the restroom.” You pulled away.

You turned away towards the door. You turned around as you saw the look of disappointment hidden on Jimin’s face. “Are you coming?” He looked up at you confused.

You pointed your finger to signal for him to follow you. He immediately started towards you as you both made your way towards the women’s restroom.

When you entered the room with Jimin holding your hand behind you, you felt relieved that the room was empty. You walked over to the counter as Jimin locked the door. As soon as he made his way over to you, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a deep desperate kiss.

Every time you both had a close call, it was driving you crazy. You decided to follow your heart instead of your head. You liked Jimin and you finally could admit that to yourself.

You gently grabbed the backs of his hair as you battled dominance in your kiss. Jimin was attempting to bypass your mouth with his tongue. It didn’t take you long to grant him access. He slid his hands down your thighs and tugged under your knee to signal you to jump. He gently placed you on the bathroom counter. You felt him place his lips to your neck, leaving wet marks on your fragile skin.

A week ago you would of laughed at the thought of being this intimate with Jimin, you resented him.

You silently moaned as he kissed below your ear. “I love hearing you like this noona.” He whispered.

You could feel his member harder between your legs. You got butterflies from the thought.

“We better hurry this up, you never know if someone needs the bathroom.” You smirked.

Just then he slid his hand up under your dress feeling the waist line of your panties. He slowly slid them down making you crazy. He was a tease. You let them fall to the floor as you grabbed his belt buckle.

He kissed you passionately as you unbuckled his belt and undid his zipper. You wanted to feel him before you started. You started to rub him outside of his boxer briefs admiring every part of him. He still had his hand up your dress rubing circles along your outer thigh.

You tugged on his pants to expose what was necessary. You needed him and you needed him now. You couldn’t wait any longer. You wrapped your legs around his waist bringing him closer. He leaned his head against yours watching himself line up with your center. You breathed slowly as he pushed inside. You were a little tight so the pain was visible, but you didn’t care. He started to thrust at a steady pace that felt intimidating.

“Go faster.” You demand causing him to smirk at you. He picked up his pace driving your head back to lean on the mirror. The pleasure was hypnotizing, you felt like you were in a daydream and you never wanted to leave.

“Fuck Jimin.” He was thrusting rapidly. You felt tingles all over your body. He kissed your neck as you moaned his name. The sound was music to his ears, he smiled through the kiss.

You heard the bathroom door handle jiggle a few times but that didn’t stop you. “Faster.” He smirked from how impatient you were.

You felt him slow down as he closed his eyes tight as you felt him reached his climax inside of you. You weren’t far behind him as you felt your body go numb. You leaned back against the mirror as the feeling passed. It was incredible. If you weren’t occupying a public bathroom you would beg for seconds.

He slightly giggled leaning his head against yours. You brought your lips into his smiling in the process.

“We better get going.” You whispered as you heard the door knob jiggle again.

He pulled out of you quickly causing you to gasp. As soon as he buckled his pants he picked up your underwear, pushing them back up under your dress. He sweetly helped you off the counter as you made your way towards the door.

You opened the door and luckily you saw no one, but as you walked back to the dining hall, you noticed a few girls passing you with a hotel employee, probably to unlock the door. You and Jimin tried to contain your laughter.

As soon as you got back you noticed everyone seated. You saw Ara’s parents making a speech. When you took your seats Jungkook leaned in towards Jimin.

“Where the fuck you’ve been, your speech is coming up?”

“We needed some fresh air.” Jimin lied.

You nodded as you saw Jungkook smirk. He looked down and laughed. “Your fly is down.” He whispered to Jimin but you clearly heard. You both looked at each other and blushed.

“And your lipstick is a little smudged.” He smiled at you. “I’m glad you guys are finally getting along.”

There was an uneasy feeling between the both of you but Jimin grabbed your hand under the table.

You looked up at him and smirked. “I still think you’re an ass.”

He smirked back.

-

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  • Interviewer: So, what are your guy's thoughts on Kaz's clothes?
  • Nina: I dress better.
  • Matthias: I can't believe we're wasting the oxygen of sacred trees on this topic.
  • Jesper: He's a fucking style icon™.
  • Wylan: He kinda dresses like my dad now that I think about it.
  • Kuwei: I never understood Ketterdam fashion. Plus if I said anything remotely insulting, he'd rip my face off.
  • Inej: He dresses okay I guess.
  • Inej: *under her breath* He'd look better with his clothes off though.
2. Kissing // Nurseydex

« {Part 2 of my Valentine’s collection.} »

a/n: this is loosely inspired by that scene from the webcomic Always Raining Here because i read the whole thing a couple of nights ago and let me tell you, there were feelings. enjoy!

“Eat shit, Nurse,” Dex said, taking another swig of his beer. “I told you that you didn’t stand a chance.”

“No fair, man. I totally would have won if you hadn’t blue-shelled me there at the end,” Nursey grumbled. He set down the Wii remote and got to his feet, trying to figure out how drunk he was. No dizziness or major balance fuckery, it seemed, but his head definitely felt kinda fuzzy. Now was probably a good time to start chugging some water; he still had homework to do later. He went to fish his water bottle out of his backpack.

“I only blue-shelled you because you blue-shelled me the last lap,” Dex said. “I won that fair and square.”

“Psh. If I were sober—”

“Dude, you only had three shots. You’re 6’2”. You’re fine.”

“Yeah, but you only had, like, a beer and a half, so between the two of us, I’m definitely the more impaired one here.”

Dex rolled his eyes. “Just admit I won. Stop being such a sore loser.”

“Well maybe you’re a sore winner.”

“I know you’re an English major, but ‘sore winner’ is not a thing.”

Nursey shook his head in mock outrage. “You come into my house—”

“Your house? This is my dorm room, Nurse,” Dex laughed. “You’re in my dorm room, playing on my Wii, drinking my alcohol.”

“…Touché,” Nursey admitted, returning to his spot next to Dex on Dex’s couch. He was probably sitting a little closer to Dex than was strictly necessary. He could try to blame the shots for that, but like Dex said, he was a 200-pound hockey player. Three shots of Fireball spaced out over the last hour really wasn’t much for someone his size. If he hadn’t been a city boy with no driver’s license, he could probably still legally drive.

The real problem, Nursey thought as he glanced at Dex out of the corner of his eye, wasn’t the alcohol—it was his stupid crush on his attractive yet probably tragically straight teammate. But that wasn’t really something he liked to dwell on.

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THE MANDELA EFFECT [BARRY ALLEN]

summary: in which barry allen returns to the original timeline and discovers that he has gained another seemingly important person to his life.

a/n: this was supposed to be a fanfic of mine in my wattpad account but since i’m such a lazy ass person, i couldn’t continue the story so i decided to just post the what is supposed to be the prologue here.

if you ain’t familiar with the mandela effect, it is the psychological phenomenon in which a person recalls something that did not occur. so in this imagine, the reader is obviously the one who is dealing with the mandela effect.

[Y/E/C – YOUR EYE COLOR]
[Y/S/T – YOUR SKIN TONE]

PART 2, PART 3, PART 4

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Barry was very confused on why there was a girl lying beside him when he woke up. Her arm was on top of his stomach while her face was buried on his neck. He could feel her breath fanning over his skin that it made his cheeks turn slightly red because of how close and comfortable this girl seemed to be.

The last events that occurred yesterday were like a blur for Barry Allen.

After Eobard Thawne had supposedly brought him back to the original timeline where both of his parents were dead, he was welcomed with the news that Joe and Iris weren’t in good nor speaking terms for a reason he was yet to know. Wally then told him that he should just probably go back to his apartment, in which he did, and when he got there, he can specifically remember climbing into bed with no one but himself to occupy it.

So what was this stranger doing here?

With the sudden loud sound of the alarm to break his confusion, Barry jumped that led him to fall down face first on the floor. The girl slowly opened her eyes at the noise and peaked down to see what happened.

“You okay?” she asked before reaching out and pushing the button down that made the alarm clock to stop.

Barry grunted, “Uh, yeah.”

He turned around and finally had a good look at her features.

Her eyes were a beautiful shade of y/e/c. She had a y/s/t complexion, a warm smile, and a face that Barry was quickly attracted to that it confused him even more to be with her.

She grinned, noticing his gaze. “Well, aren’t you going to stand up?”

He blushed again, immediately pushing himself and standing up. He took stolen glances at the girl as she too did the same, still confused on who she was and what was she doing here.

“I’m sorry I arrived late yesterday.” she began, “It’s just that I had a lot of papers to work on last night and you know how I am with wanting to get work done easily.”

Barry smiled at her, “It’s okay.”

She raised an eyebrow, “Really? You’re okay with it? Because I was under the expression you would be mad.”

“Why would I be mad?” he asked.

The girl fixed her hair into a ponytail. “I don’t know. You were always so annoyed whenever I worked too much.”

Barry followed her out of the room. “Well, I guess I would.”

She suddenly stopped walking that made him halt. “Barry, are you okay?”

He gulped nervously. “Yes, why?”

“Well, I don’t expect you to be fine after what happened to Henry, but you seem to be … different this morning.” she replied.

Now that made Barry even more curious on who this girl exactly was.

Before he could even respond though, a phone call interrupted their conversation and the stranger quickly got her cellphone from the bedside table. Barry took this an opportunity to take a good look at his surroundings in inhuman speed to get unnoticed.

The first thing that caught his eye was the picture frame, which had a photo of him and the said girl with their bodies close together. The background was undeniably from the precinct, and what made him furrow his eyebrows was how he was looking at her in the picture; full of love and admiration.

He placed the frame down and moved on to the opened envelope beside it, picking up and turning it around to see that it was addressed to a person named Y/N Y/L/N, and he didn’t need to think hard enough to figure out that it was the girl with him inside the room.

Barry went back to his original position and waited until Y/N was finished with her phone call. When she was indeed done, he was still standing by the doorway to wait for her.

She sighed, “It was Singh, he said he needed to see me ASAP.”

“Singh?” Barry couldn’t help but blurt out.

Y/N nodded. “Yup.” she confirmed, walking towards the bathroom now instead of the kitchen.

“You work for Singh?” he repeated again.

“Of course, I do.” she raised an eyebrow. “Why do you look so lost? You know, Joe told me that little stunt you pulled off last night and I must say that he is not impressed.”

He was speechless then. From the way Y/N has been acting around him, it was obvious that she was something much more to Barry’s life than just someone he knew. Y/N was aware that he was the Flash, she talked to Joe, and she was working for Singh; but the most extraordinary thing about her is that the way she acted towards him was as if she was his girlfriend.

“Bar.” she snapped her fingers in front of him. “Are you alright?”

Barry blinked rapidly, “Uh, yeah, I just remembered that I needed to do something, uh, important.” he replied. “Let me just head over to S.T.A.R. Labs. I’ll see you later.”

Before she could say anything, Barry already sped away and was already gone, determined to know what other changes did this brand new timeline offered him.

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Half-Sister, All Burden

Dean x Sam x Reader

Reader (Adam’s sister) living with Sam and Dean in the bunker. Dean hates the reader but she made the ultimate sacrifice for him.

Warning: Character Death, Abuse

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Half-Sister, All Burden Part 1

Part 2 

“I am sorry guys, I didn’t think that the vampire would …” I said

“You didn’t think? You almost killed Sam!” Dean yelled.

I looked down, afraid of looking into Dean’s disappointed eyes. This was my worse nightmare ever since I started hunting with my half-brothers Sam and Dean. I was afraid that one day I would get one of them killed.

“Dean, it’s not her fault! She almost got killed too!” Sam tried to reason with Dean.

“Better her than you.” Dean said under his breath. Sam did not hear it but I did. Dean thought that I did not hear it because he rushed to help Sam into a chair to check his injuries. Sam had a rather ugly cut on his abdomen.

“CASS!! We need you here!” Dean yells. A slight flutter of wings and the angel appeared. Cass did not ask questions and went straight to healing Sam. I looked at them and realized one thing. They were the original trio. Two brothers and an angel. I was just a burden that they had to bear. After Adam and mom died, they took me in because “I was family.” Honestly, they did it because the felt guilty for leaving Adam in the cage with Lucifer.

I rushed into my room before either of them saw the tears in my eyes. It hurt, knowing that I was a burden and that I was not wanted there. I walked into my room, shut the door and collapsed onto the floor. There was a sharp pain on my thigh where I fell into some broken glass. I slowly got off the floor and started taking off my jeans. I bit my lips to stop myself from yelling out in pain.

There was long gnash on my thigh. I guessed the adrenaline kept me from feeling the pain. Suddenly, the room started to spin. The next thing I know, I was on the floor and then, there was darkness.

My eyes opened slowly. It was like in the movies where the unconscious person slowly regains consciousness. Everything went from blurry to HD in about five seconds and three blinks of the eye. I was on my bed. It smelt like it. I heard some awful yelling only to realize that Sam and Dean were having a full blown argument just five feet away from me. I closed my eyes and pretended I was still asleep.

“She is nothing more than a burden. If she had told us she was hurt, none of this would be necessary!” Dean yelled.

“Dean, you were too worried about rubbing her mistake into her face to even check her for injuries. This is your fault Dean!” Sam replied, slightly agitated.

“She almost got you killed Sam! What was I supposed to do? You are my brother! She is nothing more than dad’s bastard of a daughter!” Dean said.

“You are just jealous because she had a normal life and you did not! Face it Dean, she is our sister! We are supposed to be loving brothers.” Sam argued. Dean said nothing more and stormed out. I heard Sam pull a chair and the next thing I knew, he was holding my hand.

“Y/N, I know we have not been the best brothers in the world. I am so sorry. I should have have taken better care of you when Dean did not. In some ways, I understand you, being the younger one. But don’t worry. It will all change now. I promise, you won’t ever be a burden to us.” Sam said.

I decided that it was time that I “woke up,” so I, channeled my inner actress and faked my awakening. I made sure I blinked a couple of times, moved around slowly and moaned in pain. I opened my eyes and saw a teary eyed Sam in front of me. Sam had a big smile on his face.

“You are awake, are you alright?” asked Sam.

“I am fine, what happened?” I asked.

“Well, you were hurt. There was a huge cut on your thigh. It was worse than my injury. Why didn’t you tell me or Dean?” He asked.

“I didn’t want to be a burden, sorry. I thought I could handle it myself. I am so sorry.” I said almost crying.

“Hey, hey, hey, don’t apologize. You did not do anything wrong alright. You are not a burden. If anything, you are a gift to us. Don’t tell Dean, but I have always wanted a younger sister.” Sam said.

“I won’t tell Dean. Thank you Sam.” I said.

“Call me Sammy, like Dean does.” Sam said, holding my hand.

“Okay Sammy, I love you.” I said hesitantly.

“I love you to sissy. Get some rest, I will bring you food later.” Sam said. Sam stood up, gave me a kiss on my forehead and left my room. I felt a little better and for the first time, I felt like I was loved. I rolled over and slept with a smile on my face.

After that incident, Sam and I had become closer. He and I would spend hours reading books together in the library. He convinced Dean that I could stay in the bunker and provide information to them while they were on hunts. It proved to be a good idea as I helped them crack a few of their hard cases. Sam was very proud of me and would tell me so.

Dean on the other hand was different. He started to treat me worse. He would only talk to me because Sam was in the room. When Sam was not around, he would ignore me completely. I figured that I could not be too greedy. I assumed that Dean was jealous that I was spending more time with Sam. He made sure that there were always out on cases so I would have less time with Sam. Sam realized what he was doing but did not confront him.

“Y/N, we found a case. It is in Michigan.” Sam said while standing outside my room door.

“What? But you guys just got back yesterday. Don’t you guys need to rest and recover?” I asked. Honestly, I just wanted some quality time with Sam. I missed him while he went on hunts.

“I know sissy, but Dean says that it is important and there were no other hunters around to help.” he said, looking at me sadly.

“Well, I guess that can’t be helped. I missed you though.” I said. Sam came in a sat beside me on the bed.

“I know that Dean has been doing this because he is jealous that we are together so much. I should have said something, I am sorry baby.” Sam said. He only called me baby when he wanted to make sure I did not get angry.

“I know too. Don’t worry. He is your brother first. I come second. I am okay with it, as long as both of you come back in one piece. Contrary to what you may think, I do love Dean too. I love him like how I loved daddy. Dean is a lot like daddy.

“Baby, I promise I will talk to Dean about this alright. I also promise to make sure Dean and I come back in one piece. I love you so much.” Sam said, giving me a big hug.

“I love you both, my big brothers!” I said, returning the hug.

“We’ll be back in a couple of days. We will check in every night and whenever we need too. Behave!” Dean said, standing outside my door. Sam huffed in frustration and turned toward Dean to say something but I replied before he could.

“Yes Dean, I will. Don’t worry about me.” I said. Sam turned around me and he mouthed an apology to me. He stood up and followed Dean. I took a deep breath and looked around my room. Another few days of being alone.

I spent the next few days cleaning the bunker. I washed all the bed sheets, deep cleansed the kitchen and dusted the place. When I wasn’t cleaning, I was knee deep in the lore, trying to help Sam and Dean with the up and coming monster.

After I had identified the monster, I went back to bed. It was already midnight and I was exhausted from all the work. I slept well, knowing my brothers will be back the next day. Around four in the morning, I received a call from Sam. I immediately panicked. I was worried something had happen to either of them.

“Sam! What’s wrong?” I asked. My heart was racing.

“It’s Dean, he got hurt bad. He might not make it.” said Sam. His voice was breaking.

“Where you you guys? I will be there as soon as I can.” I said. I got up and started stripping off my pajamas.

“Michigan General Hospital, drive safe sissy.” Sam said. I was heartbroken. I could sense that if Dean died, Sam would be devastated. I wished that it was me that was dying. Then, an idea hit me. I knew what I had to do.

“Sam, don’t worry. Dean will pull through. I promise you.” I said before hanging up.

There was only one way to save Dean. I put on my clothes, collected several items and then left. I was scared of what I was about to do. But I was more afraid of losing Dean.

“Hello darlin, what do I owe the pleasure?” Crowley asked.

“My brother, Dean. Save him.” I said.

“What are you willing to offer, my sweet young thing?” Crowley asked, stroking my cheek. I looked in Crowley’s eyes and sensed some sympathy, well, enough for the King of Hell.

“Anything.” I said. The next thing I knew, Crowley’s lips were on mine.

I walked in the hospital and saw Sam and Dean in the hallway. I ran straight towards Dean and gave him a big hug. The next thing I knew, I was violently pulled away from Dean.

“This is all your fault!” Dean yelled at me.

“What? I don’t understand!” I said. Did he know about the deal that I made?  

“If you had done your research, I would not have gotten hurt.” he said. Then, Sam yanked me away from Dean and into his arms. He held me close to himself.

“Dean, it is not her fault. We all did research and came up with the same conclusion. Don’t pin this on her, you selfish bastard!” Sam yelled at Dean. Sam then took my hand and pulled me out with him.

“Where the hell do you think you are going?” Dean asked.

“I am riding with Y/N!” Sam yelled back. I tried to stop Sam but he was too strong for me. I let him pull me out of the hospital. Sam opened the passenger seat door and gently shoved me inside the car. He then went around and got in the driver’s seat. We were on the road in five seconds.

It has been three weeks since Sam left Dean in Michigan. It has been an incredibly stressful week for all three of us. Sam and Dean were talking more these day, it seems like they have solved their issues. Sam has been extra loving to me. He spent more time with me. I took full advantage of it, knowing I only had a week before my time was up.

I yelled Sam’s name. No answer. I walked out to his room. He was not there. I checked the kitchen and then the library, no one but Dean. I walked in slowly. Dean was having a beer, at 10 a.m. It did not look good.

“Dean, where is Sam?” I asked.

“None of your business.” Dean said, gulping down the beer. Normally, I would have apologized and walked away. But since I only had days left, I figured that I should know the truth to why he hates me so much. I pulled a chair and sat in front of him.

“Why do you hate me so much Dean?” I asked, looking straight into his eyes.

“I don’t hate you. Why do you think I do?” Dean asked, looking away. I was furious. He was trying so hard to hide his hate for me. I made a deal to save his life and he won’t even look at me.

“Really? Ever since I you found out about me, you have treated me like shit. I tried everything I could to please you. I saved your… I am sorry that your duo became a trio. I am sorry dad did not treat you like he treated Adam and I. I am sorry I had a mother and you did not. But this is not a reason for you to just pretend I did not exist!” I yelled.

“Fine! I hate you! I hate that you had a better life with dad than me. I hate that you just barged into our lives and made us responsible for you. Most of all, I hate that you took Sammy away from me. You are nothing but a burden. You should have never been with us. If I could, I would put you in the cage with Lucifer!” Dean said. I was shocked. I did not know his hate had run so deep.

“Maybe your wish would come true.” I said. I stood up and walked out of the library.

That night, I wanted to spend the whole night with Sam. It would be my last night with my beloved brother. I would miss him the most. I faked being afraid of a nightmare to get him to stay with me. We spent the whole night talking and laughing. Sam finally slept beside me. I was awake. I spent about an hour watching him sleep. That was how I wanted to remember my brother, peaceful and happy.

Finally, I slowly got out of the bed so Sam would not wake up. I changed my clothes. I took one of Sam’s flannel and tied it around my waist. That way, I would have something of Sam’s with me. Then, I took Dean’s shirt and I wore it. I now have both of my brothers with me. I was ready for the consequence of the deal.

I walked out of the bunker. Outside, Crowley was already waiting for me. He saw the tears in my eyes.  I thought I saw him hesitate. Then he clicked his finger and we left.

Being in the cage with Lucifer was absolute hell. He was exactly how Sam described but ten times worse. He would fill my head with lies. He only mentally abused me. Apparently, Lucifer was a gentleman and would not hit a woman. That was the only good thing going for me. I was to be Lucifer’s punching bag. It keeps him from attacking the rest of hell. This went on for a long time.

— Sam’s POV

It has been almost five years since Y/N left. Dean and I have searched high and low for her. Nothing. I was devastated. Dean was sad too but somehow, I felt that he was hiding something. I never got to confronting him because I was afraid that he will leave me too. Fast forward to now, where I have to be in the cage with Lucifer to get him to work together with God.

I am afraid that Y/N is in hell. We found and killed a few crossroads demon before Crowley came and told us to “go to hell” when we asked if Y/N made a deal. I could have sworn that he knew something about Y/N. I did not press the issue. Part of me was afraid of what I would find out. The other part of me just missed her.

Now, I am about to be transported into Lucifer’s cage. I was nervous. I shook that feeling away and nodded to Crowley. He seemed a little hesitant but he motioned for Rowena to start the spell. In an instant, I was in the cage with Lucifer. He smiled at me and pointed behind me. I looked behind me, there was no one. Then I looked down and I saw her. My sister was in the cage.

I rushed to her. She seemed unharmed. There was no bruises on her body. I noticed that she was wearing Dean’s favorite t-shirt that he lost and on her waist, my flannel. I shook her and tried to wake her up. She did not move an inch. I turned around to Lucifer and was pushed down.

“Now, now, let’s not get antsy. I know you have many questions, but one at a time please.” Lucifer said with a smile on his face.

“What is she doing here?” I asked.

“She made a deal with dear ol’ Crowley. Simple as that.” Lucifer said.

“But why would she make a deal? We weren’t dying or anything. Sure we were hurt but both of us was not injured to the point of death except… Dean.” I said, looking down at my poor sister. I was mortified.

“Yup, dear sister made a deal to save her brother’s life. How touching. That is actually the reason why I was so nice to her. She knew what it felt to be abandoned by a loved one. The same way God forsook me, Dean forsook her.” Lucifer said.

I knelt down and held my sister’s body to my own. I felt the tears filling my eyes. I was filled with guilt and anger. I was angry at myself and Dean not knowing that she made a deal. I was guilty of not confronting Dean about mistreating her. I felt like a failure. I had failed my only sister.

“Enough of this sappy feelings. Let’s bring the guilty party into this court! I shall be the judge this time.” Lucifer said as he snapped his fingers.


“Dean Winchester! How do you plead?” asked Lucifer.

Midnight Luxe  {Part 5}

Originally posted by vkookie-trash

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: angst, fashion designer Jungkook AU,

Summary:  Your life was nothing but a drag until you met Jeon Jungkook, the alluringly beautiful fashion design student who asked you to model for his upcoming runway show. Soon you find yourself pulled into his eccentric group of friends and their enticing world of fashion, sex and music, a world that may ultimately leave your heart in pieces.

Inspired by the anime/manga Paradise Kiss ♥


The feeling of his hands on you made your heart freeze. His touch sent electric shocks convulsing throughout your body until you felt as if you might explode.

 You hadn’t realised things had gotten this bad. You hadn’t realised that you already liked Jungkook far too much.

 And now you were almost certainly in far too deep to back out.

 The tape measure pressed again your waist almost painfully, the tight band constricted your breathing but you made no complaint. Carefully, Jungkook read each measurement he got from various parts of your body and scribbled them down on a lined page in a little red notebook.

 The way he furrowed his eyebrows as he concentrated, so completely dedicated to getting the absolute perfect measurements from you, was addicting to look at. You didn’t need to worry about him catching you staring at him so awestruck, he was so intensely focused on what he was doing that you doubted he would look up even if a giant meteorite hit earth.

 You quickly realised you loved watching him whilst he worked. You loved to see how truly passionate he was about what he did, you loved the ways his eyes glowed with an adoration for his craft. When he was working, he seemed more alive than ever.

 You took a few deep breaths in an attempt to remain calm. If he caught on to the fact that you had even the slightest hint of feelings for him, well, you weren’t too sure exactly what would happen but you’d decided that it wasn’t something you wanted to find out. You couldn’t let feelings get in the way.

 “Okay, I’m almost done,” he said, finally loosening the tape measure from your waist after what felt like forever, You were sure it must have left a red mark from where it had been wrapped around you so tightly.

 Jungkook was wearing a pinstripe suit and on anyone else, you were sure you would have laughed at them for wearing such attire in a casual situation. But it was Jungkook. Everything he wore seemed unquestionably fitting and he pulled it all off with such elegance. He was breathtaking.

 “Great, what’s left for you to measure?” you asked.

 “Your bust.”

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