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Jelly Beans

Summary: A cute little Chris Evans x Reader where you have just one thing missing, and you attempt to make it fall into place to create a picture-perfect life. Who knew having kids with the love of your life would be so perfect?
Warnings: light smut (unprotected sex), lots of fluffiness
Word count: 1165
A/N: I would complain about this whole thing popping into my head during the time where I should be studying but I’d never say no to a cute fluffy fic. This was inspired by one of @emilyevanston​‘s adorable headcanons!

Originally posted by nerdofallfandoms


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{PART 12} Who Are You? // Im Jaebum

Originally posted by sugaglos

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader (ft. Jackson, Jinyoung & BamBam)

Genre: Angst, slight fluff

Summary; Jackson and Jinyoung go through with setting their plan in motion - while Jaebum begins to fall apart from the inside out.

Please note that this series contains mentions of road/car accidents, amnesia and cheating.

{Part 1} // {Part 11} {Part 12} {Part 13}

I update this series every Sunday between 9pm-10pm (U.K Time)

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vintage-smokestack  asked:

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know that triggered you, I’ll never do it again.” Bruce and Clark

not necessarily what fits the prompt, but i do believe it works for your purposes? i hope you enjoy!

Dinah popped a jelly bean in her mouth. “What are we watching?”

Oliver was laying in her lap, thumbing through a magazine. Hal had constructed a fort of pillows on the floor beside them.

“Just scoot over,” Barry said. “Look, you’ve got like a solid five inches, there’s room for me.”

“No, I made this,” Hal said, stubbornly crossing his arms. 

Diana was propped in Oliver’s black leather recliner, still wearing her slightly smoldering armor, because nothing Dinah owned could reasonably fit her. Clark was in a similar position - the Kryptonian suit was still going through the process of knitting itself together, and the motion of the bands of alien fabric was oddly soothing. 

It had been a hard battle - Hal was holding an ice pack to a blackened eye, Barry resting a few bruised ribs, Diana was still wiping blood from a wicked cut on her shoulder, Oliver favoring his right arm. Bruce himself could feel the pounding pain in his knee and the wasted mess he called his right shoulder these days, a cracked rib that was making it hard to breathe that deeply. A hard battle, but a satisfying one. The exhausted burn of his muscles was pleasant, the treat of Oliver’s whiskey even more so.

“What are we watching?” Clark asked. “I could go for a movie.”

Bruce swallowed a groan - perhaps he should have taken his chance, and headed back for Gotham. 

“Dinah, babe, what do we have on the rack here?” Oliver asked, tossing aside his magazine, which landed squarely on Hal’s lap. 

“Better Home and Garden, Ol, seriously?”

“Twelve Angry Men, Metropolis, er, It Happened One Night, and I think Mark of Zorro?” Dinah replied, speaking over Hal. “You wanted to show me the brilliance of black and white movies.”

“If you make me sit through Twelve Angry Men again I’m going to punt you into the sun,” Hal growled. 

“Black and white movies? Aren’t those a bit - well, boring?” Barry asked.

Oliver jolted up so fast he knocked Dinah in the chin. “Boring? These movies are total masterpieces, have you even seen Metropolis - “

“The naming is unfortunate,” Clark quipped, which got a general laugh from the group of them, and safely diffused whatever tirade Oliver was ready to unleash. 

Diana leaned over to peer into the magazine Hal was now flipping through with an absent expression of disgust. “That’s a wonderful flower arrangement. Is there a broader selection of film?”

“Ah, no, we just brought them here for a weekend,” Dinah explained. 

Oliver winked. “It was a fun weekend.”

“Oh, gross,” Hal moaned, slapping him on the arm. “Just turn on Mark of Zorro. That’s a damn good movie.”

It was. It had been. The thing about the sudden strike of tragedy was that it threw every mundane detail before it into sharp relief, like the long cast of shadow against marble; he remembered the Mark of Zorro in every breath, every twitch of it. He remembered that movie, and the bloodbath that came after it, better than he remembered his parents, even.

“Oh, uh,” Clark fumbled with the edge of his cape. “Actually, I was kind of curious about - “

“Mark of Zorro,” Bruce growled, tipping back his glass. The whiskey burned nicely. He probably would have left for Gotham already, if not for the pleasure of Oliver’s whiskey. 

Clark eyed him, and Bruce gave him a short nod. The look on Clark’s read I know this is going to end badly, but I can’t stop you.

“I know admitting you and Hal like the same movie had to have caused you physical pain, but you could at least try not to say it like you’re doing your vengeance and the night bit,” Oliver said. “I might have peed a little. I didn’t even think you were still here.”

Hal groaned. “Don’t say it out loud, that makes it real.”

Dinah popped in the movie, and Oliver passed out bags of chips, and Hal staged a small rebellion and made a bowl of popcorn, which Clark and Barry immediately started stealing out of. Eventually, though, the movie got started, and Bruce found himself mouthing the words - that funny thing, about tragedy.

It occurred to him that this was a movie Jason would have enjoyed, once upon a time. Jason, as a kid, had been attracted to the same things Bruce had been - action, adventure, the wilder the better. Bruce pulled his phone out of his pocket, thumbed through his text messages; his conversations with Jason were short, mostly locations and the letter ‘k’, nothing of substance. He dropped it in his lap, tugged out his wallet, and and pried out the picture of Jay he kept by his side. It was well-worn, faded. It had seen a lot of love, over the years. He held the picture, let his thumb run over it, and downed the rest of his drink.

“Why can she not fend for herself?” Diana asked. “Lolita is important to the plot only as a love interest. And Inez is as shallow as Zorro pretends to be, but she has no character outside of that.”

Clark munched on popcorn. “The joys of the 1940s.”

“See, Diana, we need to get together and - ”

Oliver was interrupted by a concussive snore from Barry, who was drooling on Hal’s shoulder. For his part, Hal hadn’t seemed to notice the small ocean building up on his shoulder. 

The normality, the domesticity of it, made Bruce’s gut writhe like a python. In the next room, he told himself, there’s someone waiting who can end all of this - in the next room, down the next hall, a hop and a skip and a jump, the alleyway down. There is always someone waiting. 

Bruce dropped his glass on the floor, and stalked out of the den - Oliver’s condo in Seattle was modest, designed more like a cabin than the designated residence of a multi-billionaire. Bruce rather liked it, usually - it was tight and walled in, plenty of places to hide. Tonight, it meant more places for men like Joe Chill to disappear - and Bruce knew he wouldn’t be able to rest if he didn’t turn over every inch of the condo. 

He felt, more than heard, Clark come up behind him. 

“Save it,” Bruce snapped.

“I was going to offer to search the bedrooms, if you wanted.”

Bruce turned, studying Clark’s face - it was an earnest face, unsettling in its honesty. “You… can.”

Clark nodded, and disappeared. He came back after a minute - slow enough to let Bruce know he’d looked, but fast enough that he’d still have used super speed. The panic - the itch just beneath his skin - wouldn’t leave, like every time he turned about, something manifested in the long shadows behind him. It wouldn’t be the first time. 

He could hear the end of the movie - the fear, the one that was always there, mounted in his chest. When he’d come back from the alley that night, he’d been splattered in the gray matter that had once been his mother’s brain. He’d picked it out of his hair. His clothes hadn’t been much better - the knees of his pants were soaked with blood, his shirt splattered. He hadn’t known what to do with the clothes, so he’d tucked them beneath his bed, and one day about a year later he’d come home to find Alfred, head bent, shoulders shaking, holding the pile of clothes in his lap - 

He was outside, Clark next to him. The bench was cold, bitterly so - that night in the alley had been blazing hot. The blood had felt like liquid fire. 

“You’re always right, aren’t you,” Bruce whispered. 

“I’d like to get a tape of you saying that, if it’s not too much trouble.”

Bruce pressed his palms into his eyes. “It’s - it’s a movie. It is a movie, and nothing else.”

Clark didn’t say anything, and Bruce cut his eyes at him. 

“What? I’m not gonna tell you that you’re wrong.”

“Well, you just did.”

“Only because you already knew I was going to disagree. Bruce, you’re not - you’re not a tank, right? You can’t try and force your way through everything, You can’t - I don’t know, put more armor on top and expect it to be fine.”

Bruce studied his hands. “Clark. Stop making sense when I’m tired and drunk.”

“I don’t know, I like hearing you admit I’m always right.”

Bean Boozled (Grayson)

***REQUESTED***

“What’s up guys, we’re back! Today we are going to attempt to do the bean boozled challenge but we have a special guest!”

Ethan attempted to do a drumroll while you skipped into frame, smiling widely. “Hi guys!” You sat in between the twins and Grayson leaned over to kiss your cheek, knowing he would have to edit it out later. The fans knew you two were dating and they didn’t mind but you knew that too much PDA would get kind of annoying after a while.

“I’m nervous as hell to do this. I’ve seen so many videos of people doing this challenge and some people puke so I’m not excited.” Grayson mused, looking at you as you let out a nervous giggle. “Well I have a strong stomach so I don’t think it’s going to be THAT bad.” You said, Ethan shaking his head and getting out the spinner. Grayson’s hand found your thigh and he started rubbing absentmindedly while Ethan landed on the first choice of the night.

“Canned dog food or chocolate pudding.”

The three of you made a sound of disgust as he handed each of you the jelly bean. “Already off to a good start.” You mumbled, Grayson counting down before you all bit into the candy. Already off the bat Ethan jumped up to retrieve a trash can, shouting out he got the canned dog food. You raised your hands in victory and laughed, “I got chocolate pudding!” Looking over at Grayson he was stone faced, still chewing. 

“I got dog food and it’s really not that bad.”

“Aww baby.” 

Grabbing the trash can you rubbed his back and looked away as he spit it out. “I’m kidding. That was fucking awful.” He chugged back some water and it was your turn for the spinner. “Alright I got you guys’ back, I’m going to get a good one.” You flicked the spinner and it landed on a good one. “Berry blue or toothpaste!” Grayson breathed a sigh of relief and held the blue bean up to his face. “1,2,3.” You all chewed the candy and Ethan clapped like a maniac.

“Berry blue!”

“Me too!” You both high fived and then looked over at Gray. “I got toothpaste. Honestly it’s not bad. I feel like I just brushed my teeth and swallowed the toothpaste.” Giggling you leaned over to kiss his cheek, Ethan groaning. “Do you guys ever stop being cutesy all the time?” Flipping him off Grayson grabbed you and started to pepper your face with kisses, the slight minty-ness from the jelly bean overpowered the dog food which you were thankful for.

“Okay Gray, your turn.” He took the spinner and got it going, almost throwing it when he saw what he landed on.

“Dead fish or strawberry banana smoothie.”

Ethan groaned out loud and took the bean, shaking his head. “What genius thought putting these two flavors together would be a good idea? This is a torture game.” Giggling you counted backwards this time then popping the jelly bean into your mouth, after a few chews you giggled again. “Strawberry banana! Hell yeah!”

Grayson started to fist pump with a huge smile, “Same!”

The two of you looked at Ethan who was getting up and gagging at the same time. “Looks like somebody got dead fish.” You both could hear him gagging in the bathroom and started laughing again. “Victory kiss?” Smiling you leaned in, giving him a couple quick pecks before Ethan came back, shaking his head. “I was just in there gagging and you guys are in here kissing. Some great brother you are Grayson!” He sat down and crossed his arms, huffing like a child.

“Oh come on E, we still love you.” You ruffled his hair and hugged him, giggling and offering him the spinner once again. You guys played through the rest of the flavors and just your luck, you got every good flavor while the boys weren’t so lucky. They ended up puking more times than you thought and when the game was over they both were almost sick to their stomachs.

“Okay so that was horrible. I don’t know how my girlfriend ended up getting all the good flavors and we got stuck with the nasty ones.”

Innocently you shrugged and giggled, “Luck of the draw, I guess.”

Ethan shook his head and groaned, “We don’t even know how to end this video. I just feel like puking again, but we’ll see you guys before next Tuesday.”

“Peace!” You yelled out, jumping up and Grayson laughed at you. “Jeez you’re so cute.” He said, getting up to cut the camera off as he grabbed you, kissing you again. Ethan started gagging before standing, “Okay you guys make me want to puke again. Get out of here.” The both of you laughed again as he raced back to the toilet bowl, maybe getting out of here was a good idea before you puked at the sound of him in there dry heaving.

“I love you so much. Ethan’s going to have to do a lot of editing later.” Grayson said, chuckling.

“Oh he’ll be okay, he loves us regardless.” You two shared another kiss before deciding to order pizza for everyone, hoping it would make Ethan feel a little bit better. 

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  • Prompt 1: I’d like an AU with Peeta as a single dad with a kid who’s always getting in trouble. Katniss is the kid’s teacher. Love follows :) [submitted by Anonymous]
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L, holding a large bowl of oddly flavored jellybeans: i have to season with this. it will be easy. light has once again wasted his money.

light: Is that so? I guess I’ll just have to give you a harder sabatoge.

(light keeps smirking as the challenge progresses. he’ll glance over at L, like he’s expecting something to happen, and finally, it does. L has been popping jelly beans mindlessly, and finally he picks the wrong one. He spits all over his station and begins pawing at his tongue)

light: Did you know J*lly B*lly released a line of jelly beans with a soap flavor? Because I did. And now you do too, don’t you L?

(L looks at him with malice before scrambling for the sink to stick his mouth under the faucet)

anonymous asked:

What if you do Beanboozled for the Swap gang? That sounds cool. (Honestly, I'm kinda scared of how the Fell and Swap fell crews would react.)

*That does sound cool, but I’m burning my Beanboozled game in the backyard as we speak.  I need to make my house a safe space where Rotten Fish and Spoiled Milk combined can’t hurt me anymore.  

Seriously.  I can’t get the taste out of my mouth now.  If I had gotten Rotten Fish on Alphys’s section, I probably would have flipped a table myself.  

– Can I turn this imagine into one where the skelebros’ S/O has a putrid taste in her mouth, but she wants to kiss them anyway?  

Naw, but seriously, I’ll be happy to imagine you a few more skelebros. I’m just going to do the skeles because the whole crew again is a little much for me.  So, here’s Swap/Fell bros:

US!Sans:

Blueberry pops a jelly bean into his mouth, expecting the best (he doesn’t even understand what Tutti-Frutti is), but receiving the worst.

It’s Stinky Socks.

It.. tastes just like the dirty socks that always pile up in Papy’s room, only if he licked them.  Well, at least if he ever was curious about that experience, now he knows, and knowing is half the battle!  

“GROSS!  UGH, WHY WOULD HUMANS EVER WANT TO EAT THESE?!”  He doesn’t spit it out, however, because the MAGNIFICENT SANS ISN’T A QUITTER.  Instead, he whirls on Papyrus and thrusts a finger in his face.  

“YOU’VE GOT TO CLEAN UP YOUR ROOM, NOW!”

US!Papyrus:

Stretch has been paying attention to the game, and it’s not something he’s interested in.  Blueberry really wants him to play, however, so he spins to appease his brother and half-heartedly glances at what it lands on.  Rotten Egg or Buttered Popcorn?  He pops it into his mouth and swallows without chewing.  It’s impossible to tell which it was.

“WELL?” Blueberry prompts, leaning in with wide sockets.

Stretch shrugs.  “egg popcorn.”

“REALLY?  WAIT..  THAT’S NOT EVEN A THING.”

“it was eggcellent either way.”

“UGH!”

UF!Sans:

Red’s skeptical of the game, but whatever, the Boss seems to want to play it for whatever forsaken reason, so it’s not like he has much of a choice.  He spins, and it lands on Barf or Peach.  

*of course.

He pops the jelly bean into his mouth, and the second his fangs puncture the candy, the flavor floods his tongue.  It’s Barf.  He gags, retching, but before he can spit it out, Papyrus clasps a gloved hand over his mouth.  

“SANS!  YOU’RE NOT THINKING OF DISGUSTINGLY SPITTING THAT CANDY OUT, ARE YOU?  THAT’S NOT PART OF THE GAME!”

Is this why Edgy seems to be interested in the game– because it’s horrible torture?  

Red makes a sound in the back of his throat and pulls his head back, but his brother grips his jaw.  “SWALLOW IT, SANS!”

And.. he does.  Along with his own bile.  

“SEE, THAT WASN’T SO HARD,” Papyrus claims once he’s satisfied, leaning back to withdraw his hand from his brother’s mouth.  

“y-yeah,” Red claims, desperately wanting to squirt an entire bottle of mustard in his mouth to drown out the putrid taste.  He can’t, however, because now it’s Papyrus’s turn.

UF!Papyrus:

Edgy spins with complete confidence that something humans cooked up can’t be that terrible.  His brother is just weak-willed and needs to work on that!

Chocolate Pudding or Canned Dog Food?

Papyrus scoffs, popping the jelly bean into his mouth.  This can’t be that bad.  And what are the chances of two back-to-back…

Pretty damn high, because that’s definitely Dog Food.

It tastes.. meaty, which is wrong for a jelly bean candy, with an underlying smokey flavor.  THE TERRIBLE PAPYRUS is NOT a fan of dogs, however, and being forced to stoop to the level of a mere mutt and eat something equivalent to the taste of their swill, well.. it’s TERRIBLE.  AND NOT IN THE GOOD KIND OF TERRIBLE LIKE IN HIS SELF-PROCLAIMED TITLE.  IN THE BAD TERRIBLE THAT SHOULD NEVER BE INFLICTED UPON HIM.

He swallows it as soon as possible.  His brother is looking at him imploringly.  

“well?”

“..IT WAS DELICIOUS CHOCOLATE PUDDING.”

*that liar.

Super City Pt. 2

Here we are with part two of Super City. Jon and Damian are finally getting started and things are going to get fun. I hope you guys enjoy the chapter. 

Words: 3,330

Rating: Gen 

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Jon waited until his parents and Bruce left the restaurant to open the envelope his dad had handed him. He pressed the two ends of the metal tab together and opened the top flap before upending the contents onto the table.

A small plastic cylinder and an empty silver packet fell out. Damian picked up the packet to frown at it. Jon lifted the plastic tube and turned it over in his hands. It had a wrapper with the words Astrorox written on it next to a picture of an astronaut.

“What is this?” Damian asked, turning the wrapper over in his hands.

“It’s astronaut ice cream.” Jon said, “This one has the candies made into little pellets that are kind of like Dippin Dots but not at all the same.”

He looked over at Damian who was scowling. “What are you talking about, Jon? Dippin Dots? And how could that be an ice cream container? It’s insulation would be pathetic.”

With as smart as Damian was Jon kept forgetting that his friend was still so out of the loop about normal stuff. What kid hadn’t heard of astronaut ice cream or dippin dots? Jon had learned that Damian was the exception to the norm, but he didn’t mind. It made it all the more fun to share things with him.

“It’s freeze dried or something.” he shrugged. “Mom said they run it through a vacuum pump and use dry ice and stuff. They make different versions and flavors. I think the ice cream sandwich is good, but the rest are eh.”

“I know what freeze drying is, Kent.” Damian snapped, he only ever called Jon by his last name when he was frustrated, “What I want to know is why your father gave us trash as a clue. Mine isn’t even ‘ice cream’.”

“What do you mean? That looks like the wrapper for one of the blocks of ice cream.” Jon said.

“Well it’s not. It’s got Superman on the front, and it doesn’t say anything about ice cream.” Damian slid the metallic wrapper over to Jon.

His father was displayed on the front in one of his iconic flying shots. The description of the candy looked like it had been partially torn off leaving just the tagline: Perfect for every superhero in the making and the flavor at the bottom, strawberry.

“I guess we’re supposed to go to the place these came from.” Jon said. “I thought they were going to give us a riddle or something, but I guess it makes more sense to have physical clues instead?” He looked over at Damian for confirmation.

His friend shrugged. “I thought the same thing.” he smiled. “But this is preferable, this way we have to use our detective skills.”

Jon nodded. “Yeah.” he looked back down at the two empty candy wrappers. “There are only two places I can think of that carry these. There’s this candy store called Atomic Candy down on Main street.”

“And?” Damian prompted.

“And,” Jon rolled his eyes at him. “There’s a space museum in the historic district.” He thought back to the last time he’d seen flyers for the space museum. “Except they don’t have anything Superman related on display right now.”

Damian tapped a finger on the table. “If it were just the space ice cream I would say the museum, but they included the wrapper with Superman for a reason.”

“So, candy store?”

Damian nodded, “Then if we’re wrong we can check the museum.”  

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The Office au Gabriel x Reader

Legit the only thing I could think of after reading this was Jim Halpert and Pam Beesly so forgive me if this is trash.


Gabriel leaned his elbows on your desk, taking a few jelly beans from the bowl next to him and smiling at you as he pops one into his mouth, “Have you seen Morrison today?”

“No, why?” You pretend to be working.

“He’s been getting Lucio to show him the ‘hip’ music because he’s ‘down with it.’” Gabe’s smile doesn’t falter.

“Oh no, how’s that going?” You give up on your empty inbox and are now giving the man in front of you your full attention.

“Hana has gotten involved and she’s updating the two of them on everything Lucio has ever produced.” The two of you chuckle and you take a jelly bean from his palm and grimace when you realize you accidentally grabbed a licorice one, you trade it for a green one and place it on your tongue.

“You don’t like the sour ones?” You ask, noticing he’s avoiding those.

“You don’t like the dark ones?” He replies jokingly.

“I don’t like the bitter ones.”

“So you don’t like me?”

“I never said you were bitter,” the two of you laugh a little and the conversation continues for a while until Jamison walks up, drinking deeply from a water bottle in his hand, he smells like alcohol and it’s not even noon, you and Gabriel exchange glances. He downs half to bottle before coming up for air.

“Ya wan’ some? Made it maself!” His accent is thicker and slurred slightly.

“No thank you, you should offer Hanzo some,” Gabriel looks at you with wide eyes and you smile politely.

“Thas a good idea darl’!” And he wanders off.

“Are you trying to start a fight?” Gabe whispers as the two of you watch the tipsy Australian approach the strict Japanese man, just as he reaches his desk Ana swoops in and grabs the bottle. Quickly capping it and locking it in a cabinet, she ignores Jamison’s pleas and makes her way towards your desk, Gabriel stiffens and pops another jelly bean.

“You two cause so much trouble, if most of it wasn’t hilarious I’d get the two of you into some trouble of your own.” She smiles as she takes a jelly bean from Gabe. “I’ll let you get away with it this time if you promise me something.”

“What?” You ask.

“The two of you finally go out, the whole office has been waiting on this tension of yours to finally clear up, so you best pick someplace for dinner and asap.” She walks away then, leaving the two of you completely stunned.

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he says as he fidgets with the candy in his hand.

“I never said you were bitter, remember?”

“And I never said you were sour,” he laughs and seems relieved that you aren’t uncomfortable. “Are you free tonight?”

“I’m free almost every night.”

“Dinner at my place? I’ll cook for you,” you can’t help the romantic images that flash through your head as you nod silently. “I promise not to be bitter.”

“Good, cause you’ve always been salty to me.”

“I’m spicy, I have no idea what you’re talking about!” He laughs again, “You’re lucky you’re so sweet.” You smile as the two of you continue to tease on another, the conversation always easy and entertaining.

You can’t wait for tonight.

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A list of underrated KPop groups who I think definitely deserve some more attention! Even I was surprised at how talented most of them were. (◕ヮ◕)

BOY GROUPS -- 

1. SPEED - Don’t Tease Me  //  2. BeatWIN Illusion  //  3. Double A - Okay About It  //  4. DGNA - Rilla Go  //  5. MR.MR. - Do You Feel Me  //  6. 24K - U R SO CUTE  //  7. BTL - Too G  //  8. M.Pire그런 애 아냐  //  9. M.I.B - Chisa Bounce  //  10. UNIQ - Falling In Love  //  11. B.I.G - Are You Ready?  //  12. AlphaBAT - AB City  //  13. BigStar - Run And Run  //  14. WonderBoyz - Tarzan  //  15. Topp Dogg - Open The Door  //  16. LC9 - Mama Beat  //  17. A.Prince - Hello  //  18. Legend - Left Out  //  19. C-Clown - Justice  // 20. Boys Republic - The Real One  //  21. HALO - Fever  //  22. ZPZG - Go Crazy  //  23. F.Cuz - One Love  //  24. HOTSHOT - Take A Shot  //  25. BLAST - Get It Girl 

** ADDED → 100% - Beat  //  A.Cian - Ouch // MYNAME - F.F.Y  //  JJCC - BingBingBing (One Way)  //  BIGFLO - Delilah  //  CRAZYNO - MUSICHE  //  HIGH4 - Headache  //  N-SONIC - Pop Beyond  //  Dalmatian - E.R  //  AirPlane - Back To The Future  

GIRL GROUPS -- 

1. SPICA - I Did It  //  2. LABOUM - Pit A Pat  //  3. Lip Service - Yum Yum Yum  //  4. BESTie - Thank You Very Much  //  5. Global Icon - Beatles  //  6. Heart Rabbit Girls - Round & Round  //  7. D-UNIT - Luv Me  //  8. Bebop - I’m The Best  //  9. Tiny-G - Ice Baby  //  10. MAMAMOO - Piano Man  //  11. TINT - Wolf Is Stupid  //  12. WA$$UP - Nom Nom Nom  //  13. Megan Lee - 8 Dayz  //  14. Alice White - Baby Like That  //  15. TREN-D - Candy Boy  //  16. Kiss & Cry - Domino Game  //  17. Ye-A - Up And Down  //  18. MINX - Why Did You Come To My Home?  //  19. Smile.G - DoBiDiBob  //  20. GP Basic - Jelly Pop  //  21. Stella - Rocket Girl  //  22. EvoL - Get Up  //  23. GLAM - In Front Of The Mirror  //  24. DELIGHT - Mega Yak  //  25. Blady - Blood Type B Girl   

** ADDED → Purfles - 1 2 3  //  The Fat Cats - You’re Beautiful  //  Piggy Dolls - Butterflies // Brave Girls - Nowadays You 

If you get into any of the groups above or you don’t see a group on this list that you think should be, it’d be really cool if you come and tell me! (◕ヮ◕) I’ve also made a list of all the KPop groups that have debuted in the past 2 years – you can check it out here! ♡  

Lets all try to love these groups a little bit more in 2015~
Random Scene #15

(Finally writing again! A little Rip + Sara friendship with bonus Gideon. I was supposed to be finishing off a Matter of Memory this morning but ended up writing this instead.)

“You are going to be joining us for movie night,” Sara declared as she strode into Rip’s office.

“I am?” said Rip from his desk, not bothering to look up from the papers he was studying. “That’s news to me.”

“Oh, you are,” said Sara, eyebrows raising pointedly, arms folding across her chest. “You are going to squish onto that couch between Ray and me and stay there without complaint throughout the entire movie marathon while eating snacks and drinking beer.”

Rip gave a weary sigh as he finally gazed up at Sara. “As much as I’d—” He cleared his throat. “—love to. I do have rather important work to do.” He gestured at the papers he’d been studying. “I’ve almost managed to pinpoint the source of this time aberration. I just need to—”

Sara reached over and pushed the papers off his desk. They flew across the room.

Rip gazed down at the scattered pages. “Was that really necessary?”

Pursing her lips, Sara pretended to muse on the subject. “I’d say so.”

“I did actually need those,” said Rip, glaring crossly at  her.

Sara placed her hands on his desk and leaned towards him. “What you need is a break.”

“I’ll take one when I’m done.” Getting to his feet, Rip moved away from her and began picking the paper up off the floor.

“Right,” said Sara, disbelievingly, as she watched him. “And how long have you been working on this?”

Rip suddenly realized he had no clue what time it was. “Uh, awhile.”

“Uh huh,” said Sara. “And the last time you ate was?”

Rip’s mind went blank. “This morning sometime, I think.” He dumped the papers he’d retrieved back on his desk. “I have been rather busy. There’s a lot that needs doing.”

The expression on Sara’s face showed she was clearly unimpressed. “So you’re just going to work yourself to death?”

Rip waved a hand in the air. “You’re exaggerating. I may have lost track of time somewhat but it hasn’t been that long.”

Gideon apparently thought this was a great time to interject. “You have been working non-stop for 15 hours 23 minutes and 17 seconds,” the A.I. provided helpfully.

Sara glared at Rip reproachfully.

Rip rolled his eyes. “Thank you, Gideon.”

“Would you also like information on when you last ate?” Gideon asked.

“No,” said Rip.

“Yes,” said Sara.

“Your last meal was toast and scrambled eggs at 0630 this morning,” said Gideon, “though you did also consume a nutrient drink approximately 8 hours ago.”

“Thank you, Gideon,” said Sara, smiling smugly, her offer of gratitude a lot more sincere than Rip’s.

“Gideon, you’re supposed to be on my side,” Rip grumbled.

“I am,” the A.I. replied, “which is why your well-being is my number one priority.”

Rip rubbed a hand across his face. “I think you’ve been a bad influence on her,” he said to Sara.

“Oh, I think Gideon was pretty awesome even before I got here,” Sara said with a smirk.

“Thank you, Miss Lance,” said Gideon. “Perhaps it would be best to follow her suggestion, Captain. Scans show that your bodily functions are below the ideal range.”

Feeling ganged up on, Rip let out a groan. “As much as I appreciate your concern, I would just like to remind the two of you that this is vital work I’m trying to accomplish. I don’t have time for this ‘movie night’ thing.”

Sara took a step towards him, managing to look quite intimidating despite her small stature. “I could always make you join us.”

Rip gave her a look. “Miss Lance, we both know it would be extremely unlikely that I could take you in a fair fight.” He too took a step forward until they were only inches apart. “But we also know you would never lift a finger to hurt a friend.”

Sara scowled.

“So if you would leave me in peace to finish my work, I would greatly appreciate it,” Rip said. “I promise I’ll take a break and eat something later.” Returning to his desk, he sat down and began reorganizing his papers.

“You are going to movie night,” Sara said, still undeterred.

“Clearly, not,” said Rip, retrieving his pen and making a quick note on a bit of scrap paper.

Sara shook her head. “I didn’t want to do this but you’ve left me no choice.” She leaned closer and her tone grew darker. “I know your weakness, Hunter,” she said. “Jax told me all about it, and unlike him, I’m not afraid to use it.”

“I’m sorry?” Confused, Rip gazed questioningly at her but all she did was smile at him, a large sinister smile filled with mischief, and turn to leave.

Rip watched as she strode out of the office and off the bridge. “Should I be worried, Gideon?”

“You did just anger one of the most powerful members of the League of Assassins,” Gideon pointed out.

“Right,” said Rip, grimacing. He wondered if it might not be a good idea to open the hidden compartment below his office and try to hide, but before he could, Sara returned holding something in her hands.

It was a glass bowl and it was full of jelly beans.

That was probably the last thing Rip had expected. “What…?”

“Did I forget to mention our snack for tonight?” Sara said, holding the bowl out to him.

“Um, that’s nice,” said Rip, eyes fixed on the jelly beans, suddenly acutely aware of how long it had been since he’d last eaten. Shaking his head, he managed to snap himself out of it and look away. “But I fail to see what that has to do with anything.”

“Oh, I just thought you’d like to know,” Sara said, innocently. “I’m mean we’ve got a whole bowlful, a really big bowl completely full of sweet, tasty jelly beans.” She took a step forward bringing the bowl even closer to him and waving it under his nose.

“Well, since you brought them, I suppose I could eat a couple,” said Rip, reaching his hand out towards the bowl.

Sara immediately snatched the bowl back cradling it against her chest. “Uh uh, these snacks are for movie watchers only.”

Rip scowled at her. “If you think some colourful confectionery is going to convince me to go to your little movie night, you’re sorely mistaken.”

Raising her eyebrows, Sara gave him a look. “Come on, Rip. Jax told me these are your favourites and everyone knows what a sweet tooth you have.”

“You do realize with the food fabricator I can have jelly beans anytime I want?” Rip countered.

“Yes,” Sara replied, “but these aren’t fabricated jelly beans. These are real Jelly Belly jelly beans picked up last time we visited 2017 and you know how much better they are than that fabricated junk.”

Rip hated to admit it but she was right. The fabricator had never been able to get jelly beans exactly the way he wanted. They never tasted quite right. Biting his lip, he stared at the bowl once more.

“I mean if you don’t want them I’m sure the rest of the guys will be happy to eat them,” Sara said, casually. “It seems a shame though for all of your favourite food to be snatched up without you getting any. Mick alone will probably finish them off within a few minutes but if you don’t want to come to movie night…”

“Alright!” Rip cried. “Alright. I’ll come.” He let out a huff. “You know you can be quite evil on occassion.”

“I know,” Sara said with a smirk and tossed a few of the jelly beans into her mouth.

Rip gave a sigh as he abandoned his work and gave in to the inevitable. “So what movies are we watching?”

“We’re having a Gene Wilder marathon starting with Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.”

“Of course,” said Rip, wryly. “I’d better not regret this.”

“Trust me, you won’t,” said Sara, offering him the bowl once more.

Rip took a blue jelly bean and popped it into his mouth. “I’m not usually so easily bought, you know.”

Cradling the bowl in one arm, Sara wrapped her other arm around one of his. “Of course, not,” she placated him patronizingly as she escorted him out of the office and off to movie night.

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