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our little family pt.3 | jimin

Originally posted by minblush

Pairing: Father! Jimin + Reader

Genre: Fluff/Angst + parent au

Word Count: 2.9k

Summary: You were just a pre-school teacher, a simple dream that came true as you always adored children. But what you didn’t know, was how one child and her very special father would change you dream forever.

Parts: 1 2 3

Reader’s POV


Looking up from your phone, your lips tilted up into a warm smile as you saw a familiar face enter the room, as she slightly skipped, swinging her lunchbox in one hand.

“Jieun-ah!!” you cheered as you made your way to her, pinching her cheeks softly as you cooed, “How’s my little girl been?”

Giving you a big smile, one that reached all the way up to her round eyes, she gave you a thumbs up and grinned, “I’m great! Daddy and I even got another dog for Charlie so that he wouldn’t be alone anymore.”

Laughing slightly, you remarked, “Well isn’t that sweet of you to do!! By the way, where’s your Daddy, did he not drop you off–?”

“Her Daddy is right here.” a voice said teasingly as you looked up, scoffing a little as Jimin winked at you playfully. Your eyes quickly wandered to the cut on his lip, which to your surprise had seemed to be healing, making you sigh in relief.

Getting up, you patted Jieun’s back and motioned her to go and put away her stuff in her cubby before walking up to Jimin. Motioning to his face, you said softly, “You’re looking better. How did you manage to explain this to Jieun?”

Jimin chuckled as his eyes fell on his little girl who was humming along to a random tune as she walked around the classroom, mindlessly.

“I told her that when she was asleep, her dad went on a mission to save a princess from an evil man, and then got hurt in the fight.” he said as his eyes flickered back to you, making you flush lightly at his words that made your heart flutter.

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Drabbling drabbles that drabble. Based on OTP questions I found when I was bored, thought I’d share them, hope you like it… *hides under the bed*

Unbeta’d AF.

Who usually has nightmares?

Betty wakes up in her college room, looking for the source of whatever it is that woke her. After a second, her phone vibrates again and she picks it up, instantly more alert as she reads the name of the caller.

“Jug, hey… are you okay?” she asks, rubbing her eyes,  as soon as the video call connects showing a rather disheveled Jughead on the screen. His hair is sticking in different directions like it does when he passes his hand through it several times­.

“Yes… I’m sorry I woke you up, Betts.” Jughead says, sighing, not looking at her directly. “I wasn’t thinking.”

“I don’t mind, dummy.” She tells him, wishing she could brush her fingers through his hair herself. “Did you… did you have a nightmare?”

Jughead stares at his screen with his lips pursed, looking at her face and pang of longing rushes through him. “Yeah.” He answers, voice suddenly hoarse, and he rubs his eyes. “Shit, I feel like an asshole having a nightmare, calling you, waking you up in the middle of the night when you’re tired. You’ve been busting your ass working and I’m an idiot calling at 2 am,  I’m-”

“Hey, hey” She interrupts his agitated rant. Jughead is breathing hard on the screen.  “None of that. I don’t mind, you know that, Jug. I always have time for you… I’m glad you called me, do you wanna talk about your nightmare?”

He sighs again, his bottom lip jutting out in a slight pout as he collapses onto his bed. “Not really.“ he mumbles. “The details are fuzzy but… I remember you were the one who turned up dead instead of Jason, my dad standing over you with a gun…” his voice drops on that last sentence, only barely above a whisper.

“Oh, Juggie…” the mention of their teenage years making her stomach flip a little.

“It felt so real… that’s why I called you, I wanted to hear your voice.” His cracks a little as he speaks. He moves to lay on his side, looking at her. “I miss you, I wish you were right here with me, stealing the covers.”

Her chest tightens as she chuckles at his words. She feels his absence like a phantom limb sometimes, a part of her that should be there but isn’t. Betty thinks of his (their, a voice in her head provides) appartment in New York, their save haven and the strong sense of longing makes her close her eyes for a second. She misses life next to him, the domesticity they had so carefully built.

“I miss you too, Jug. Every day.” she tells him with a sad smile. “But that was just a dream, I’m still here and I’m okay… scout’s honor.”

“You were never a scout, Betty, though I do appreciate the sentiment.” Jughead says, smiling softly.

“Just two more weeks, okay? Then I’ll be home…” she tells him, not knowing who she’s really trying to comfort.


“And, Juggie?” Betty starts. “Don’t ever hesitate to call me or feel bad about it.”

Jughead’s face softens when she says it, his throat bobbing.

“Scout’s honor.” He says, smiling at her chuckle. “I love you, Betty.” His voice is as intense as his eyes.

“I love you too, Jughead.”

Who asks who out on the first date?

Jughead hangs up the phone in a haze.  As he talked with Jellybean she, bless her beautiful soul, had asked a question that had knocked him off his feet.

“So, where you did you go for your first date?”

Logically, he knew he might be overreacting but logic was somewhere else right now, leaving him with a thousand awful thoughts and questions. Sure, they’ve been busy with the whole solving-a-murder-and-getting-Polly-back thing but this felt like something he should’ve notice.

He still remembers the quiet dreams he had to himself once he realized how fast his heart beat was around her. The dinners, the movie dates, the sleepy smiles and lazy cuddles on a sunday… and even deeper within the darkest lands of his heart, the white picket fence, the same green eyes every day of his life and a ring that once there, would never be removed.

Shaking his head, he removes himself from his mind and back into the present.

The Blue and gold offices are quiet. Most of the school is already home as Jughead and Betty type away on their laptops. Well, at least Betty was. Jughead himself was pretending to work as he furtively looked at the blonde on the desk at his right, trying to decide what to do or say. The irony of a wanna-be writer being speechless was not lost on him, but hey… everyone had bad days.

“What?” Betty says, frowning slightly at him.

“What?” Jughead replies intelligently, still a bit lost in his thoughts.

“You were looking at me funny… why were you looking at me funny?” she asks, leaving the pen and folding her arms across her chest, leaning them on the desk.

“I wasn’t looking at you funny.” Jughead tells her. “I was thinking.”

“What about?” Betty continues, getting up and starting to walk in his direction.

“You?” it sounds like a question as she finally reaches his desk, leaning her hip against it looking down at him.

Betty’s expression softens a little.The sun is hitting her just right and green eyes shine like two beacons, her hair turning almost gold in the light. She’s beautiful. She’s so beautiful he feels his throat close a little, making it difficult to breathe.

“Will you go out with me?” He blurts, the words escaping before he can stop them. Jughead feels his eyes widen and makes a choked off noise.

“I mean…” Betty’s frown is deep. She takes a step forward before sitting in Jughead’s lap, looking directly at him. “Correct me if I’m wrong but… I thought we already were.” She says, the smallest of smiles on her face now. Jughead chuckles nervously. What the hell was wrong with him?

“No… I mean, yes. I meant going out on a date with me.” he replies, boldly snaking his arm around her waist. “I’ve noticed we still haven’t been to one and I’d like to take you.”

“Oh…” Betty says, eyebrows rising and smile growing. “Of course! I’d love to.” She puts her hand on his cheek, softly caressing it with her thumb. “What did you have that face, then? You looked preoccupied.”

“Not preoccupied… just thoughtful.” He says, leaning into her touch and kissing her palm softly.

Betty pulls him closer, her arms around his neck as she rests her cheek on the top of his head. Jughead relishes on the closeness, closing his eyes hoping his heart doesn’t burst out of his chest. These are his favorite moments with her, when the world seems to stop just for them.

They share the silent for a few minutes until he speaks.

“I was thinking I’m scared. I’m very invested in… whatever you wanna call this.” Jughead’s voice is only barely above a whisper but she hears him nonetheless.

Betty pulls away from him enough to look at him in the eye. “I’m just as invested as you are, Juggie. I want this to work. I honestly didn’t think about the dates thing because to me it doesn’t matter as long as I get to spend time with you… be it pursuing clues or on an official date.” Her smile is bright, eyes piercing. “I do like the B word, though… it fits.” she says, suddenly shy.

Jughead can’t resist it anymore so he leans forward, brushing his lips against her in a gentle kiss, trying to convey all he’s feeling through that contact. The kiss turns feverish for a second before softening again, leaving them breathing mouths inches apart.

“An impromptu trip to Pop’s sounds amazing right now. Just the two of us… what do you say?” Betty asks him, bumping her nose with his.

Jughead grins at her, borderline wicked.

“It’s a date.”

take me there (g.d.)

~I saw Gray post this on his snapchat (graysondolan) and got inspired to write a cute lil blurb. This is the first thing I’ve written about Grayson, so I’m pretty excited. It’s just off the top of my head. I hope you enjoy!! :)

As always, please forgive any mistakes you might see.

**(No warnings. Just a lil fluff is all. xx)**

I’m actually gonna kill him,” you mumbled to yourself as you swatted another mosquito invading your personal space. All you wanted was to locate your best friend and get to the bottom of his weird behavior without being attacked by insects every thirty seconds. 

He’d been acting so strange the past couple days and neither you, nor his twin brother could pinpoint exactly why. He seemed too far lodged in his head; alone with his cyclone of thoughts. Grayson was never one to wear his heart on his sleeve per say, but he never did develop the toxic habit of shutting you or Ethan out when he wasn’t feeling one hundred percent himself. You desperately wanted to help your best friend, which is why you immediately jumped in the car to find him when you saw the recent addition to his Snapchat story captioned, “Thinkin spot”. You knew exactly where it was, having been there yourself many times. 

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The Patriot’s Boy - Chris Evans

Request:  hello, can you write a Chris Evans x reader where they’re at the super bowl and reader is a huge Falcons fan and at the end when the patriots made the comeback, reader is upset while Chris is all happy but Chris kisses the reader and she doesn’t kiss back at first but eventually she can’t resist and she accepts the results. Sorry for this very detailed request but after seeing Chris’ reaction and me being a Falcons fan, I really want to see a imagine like this. 

people: Chris Evans!Super Bowl x Reader (Falcons Fan) 


“Are you fucking kidding me!” I screamed out into the raging crowd as I saw the score become tied. 

“Fuck!” I growled, sipping on my beer while my boyfriend went ape-shit on me and was jumping up and down like he’d just heard that he could fuck Tom Brady right here, right now. 

I am 90% he’d take that offer too, to be honest. 

“Aw, is little YN upset that her Fal-can't’s are falling behind the Pat’s?” I glared up at Rivalry Renner and gave him that finger while I reached over and stole a mozzarella stick off of Scott’s plate. Viciously eating it as if it was the whole Patriot’s team. 

“Shut up, Renner. They just caught up, it’s not like they fucking won or something!” He laughed and shoved my shoulder gently in return, easing me up a little from my very unattractive quality: sports rage. Luckily, my boyfriend and I shared this quality but somehow he still managed to keep looking attractive. That bastard. 

I felt a hand stroke my hair as I sat back in my seat, getting back into the zone as I texted my friend back in our hometown, Atlanta I was telling her about the injustice that was happening out on the field, I needed a fellow Falconer to help ease my stress. 

“Hey grouchy girl, why the long face?” I felt relaxed when I saw Chris sit down next to me, putting an arm over my shoulder to pull me in for a quick squeeze. 

“I’m just… detoxing from the savageness out on the field. How the fuck can they have Tom Brady even out there?! He’s such a-” I felt Chris’s lips on mine suddenly, with air still left in my mouth. He held the sides of my face in a firm grip, I could feel my eyes drift closed before he released me in shock. I opened my eyes to a nose pressed against my cheek and a hot breath in my ear, “I don’t let my girl say shit about Tom Brady.” 

Pulling back, I smirked, standing up. “Well, I don’t let my boyfriend get some when he tells me what to say.” Dusting myself off I walked away to the bathrooms, only to find a line farther than half the football field. 

But a girl’s gotta sacrifice her time though when she needs the bathroom. 

By the time I got back, it was nearing the end and Chris looked a bit worried, texting ferociously on his phone, right before he looked up at me in a worried glance, “Where’ve you been! I’ve been texting you-” 

“There’s no reception in the bathroom area, dummy. Besides where’d you think I was going? Back to the car to sulk? Nah, because-” I felt hands touch my shoulders and their grips tighten as suddenly it was like a kick in the balls if I had any, my Falcon’s had lost. 

“Oh! Fuck! Fuck yeah, yeah! Woah! Yeah! That’s right, baby! That’s what I’m fucking talking about!” Chris screamed, jumping up and down and bouncing off of mine and Scott’s shoulders as the confetti hit the field and Patriot fans screamed. 

Chris tugged me into his arms and spun me around, tilting me down into a cheesy kiss that I tensed up at. I was fuckin’ pissed. No one shit’s on my Falcon’s and gets away with it. 

But, Chris was really giving me a kiss here, and this wasn’t just a peck, this was one full blown passionate kiss. With one hand holding me in a tilt and the other gently placed right under my ear, caressing my cheek with his warm thumb. Pulling me closer he put all he could into this kiss, every emotion he felt in this exact moment was taken by Chris, and somehow he managed to put it all within his lips as he held me with no space left between us anymore. 

I swear, in that moment the stadium was silent. No screams were heard, just the hot breaths between us. That’s all I heard in my ears. Slowly the wind he’d knocked right out of me returned, and soon I was back. Alive and in this tragic, yet unforgettable moment. 

As he pulled away slowly, tugging on my bottom lip just slightly before letting it fall back into place, swollen from the quick movements between my lips and his. Pulling each other’s lips back and forth like it was a war that we had no intentions of ending. 

He brought me back up and held me close to his chest as we swayed back and forth. His body was almost vibrating off energy from his Patriot’s winning. 

I felt his breath tickle my ear as he whispered into it with a smirk that I was gonna slap off his face any second. “I didn’t want you to be upset again. I can’t tell you what to do, I’m sorry. But in all fairness, I was caught up in the game and my guys beating yours.” Pulling back to get a look at that dumb ass grin plastered on those perfect lips of his, I couldn’t help the smile that found it’s way onto my own lips. 

“You are such a fuckin’ dork, you know that right? You literally have a Patriotic Erection right now.” Chris belted out a laugh, clutch his left peck for a moment before holding me to his chest again, breathing deeply as he let the moment sink in for him. 

“You may have no taste in football teams, baby. But you do have a lip on ya, and I fuckin’ love it. Come here, babe.” Chris crashed his lips into mine and held onto my waist, bunching up the sides of my Jersey. 

“You may be full on hard for Tommy right now, but I love you too. Even if you’re a mother fucker for beating me.” I saw his beautiful smile again and his heartbeat that leaped out of his chest from the crowd’s roars and rumbles. 

God, I loved my Patriot Man. 

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A Flower’s Path

GIF Credit to: @ygo-gx

Pairing: Ban Ryu (Do Ji Han) X Reader

Genre: angst, coming-of-age, slight!romance

Word Count: 2,584

Request: Hi! For the Hwarang scenarios, what about one where you are a great enough fighter that you are asked to be the ONLY female hwarang (but against your will). Once inside, Ban Ryu is constantly complaining about how you shouldn’t be there and how it’s a disgrace for a woman to be in the Hwarang house. The two of you keep bashing heads bc even though you didn’t want to be there, you weren’t going to take that from him. Once the princess gets there she gets jealous that most of the hwarang gets close with the female hwarang and tries to get rid of her. - @starbooks13

A/N: I’ll still be accepting “Hwarang” requests for the remaining Hwarang members. Send a request in! You can send more than one. If someone asks for the same Hwarang as you, I’ll choose my favorite plot to write. Thanks! ^^

Your hands’ grip slowly tightened on the big wooden stick. Standing ground and focusing on your opponent, you lowered the stick enough so that it pointed at your enemy. New beads of sweat formed on your face. Inhale. Exhale. You smirked, full of confidence. Ready.

You let out a yell, striking a blow on the left shoulder, right shoulder, stomach, and then the shoulders again. Your rival refused to move, only dust flying out of him.You dashed around, dodging for any incoming attacks and taking chances of your own to get hits. Loud rhythmic sounds could be heard from your stick coming in contact with the surface again and again. The amount of energy you used up showed when you found yourself starting to breathe heavily. “Miss (Y/N).” A familiar soft female voice of your personal servant caught your attention. You immediately stopped beating the dummy and brought the stick down to your side.

Turning around to face her, you noticed once again that the woman could not have been but more than a few years older than you. There was still some youth in her face, but she mostly look tired, probably from working for so long. You remembered her being there by your side since you were a little girl. “Yes, Soonja. What is the matter?” you asked.

“Your father insists you stop practicing your martial arts for today and dine with him for dinner now,” the servant answered, bowing her head low. “He also wishes to discuss some important things with you.”

“What does he wish to discuss with me?” You slid your stick back into your weapon rack that also included your spear, sword and knives.

“I am not sure, Miss (Y/N). He just wants me to let you know that it is an important conversation, so he is hoping that you won’t skip dinner to practice.”

You smiled. “Thank you, Soonja. Please allow me to clean up as best as I can before we go see Father.”

When you stepped into the dining room, you found the round table filled with lots of food. It was sort of funny because meals usually meant just you and your father eating. “Good evening, Father. How did the meeting with the officials go today?” You took a seat across from the old man. His gray hair tied into a bun. Though his demeanor looked quite rough at first, your father also seemed quite gentle at times.

He was a True Bone. Quite high in the bone rank system, he was of royal blood and worked as an official for the Royal Family. Since you were his daughter, you were of royal blood as well. “Some of the other officials were beginning to feel doubtful about the Hwarangs and their impact on changing Silla for the better,” your father expressed as you picked up a sweet and sour mushroom from a dish and ate quietly. “A few of the officials are worried about their sons who are part Hwarang as of now. They fear that instead of helping to protect the future king, that the young men will become dogs to the queen.”

“Her Majesty has been on the throne for so long,” you agreed, giving a nod. “She still has some control of them. I have a friend whose brother is a Hwarang. She says that they’re having trouble getting along as some are for the queen and some are against. The males are so focused on their ranks among each other that they hardly train their martial arts and performing arts skills. So much for elites…”

“How do you feel about the formation of the Hwarangs, (Y/N)?” your father asked, placing down his silverware. You did the same, putting down your spoon. You tried to read your father’s eyes to see if he genuinely wanted an answer, and when he continued waiting on you, you sighed.

“I wouldn’t want to be a part of a group like that.”

“Why not? Your fighting skills are impressive. Even though I disapproved of you doing martial arts at first, I’ve come to see that you’re talented in that area. You would’ve made a great Wonhwa.”

“Father,” you frowned. “both leaders of Wonhwa died.”

You started to feel the topic of the conversation dissipate and began lifting up your spoon again to eat when realization hit you. The utensil was placed on the table once more. “Wait… Father, does this have something to do with an important discussion you wanted to have with me?”

“Her Majesty and I have come to an agreement that Hwarang could use someone like you.”

You froze. A heavy weight set on your shoulders, and your stomach started to twist, ruining your appetite. “You don’t even like the queen…”

“But I respect the Royal Family. I also want the best for Silla. The king has not shown his face in years. We are not sure of what he can or can’t do as a ruler of the kingdom. I support our king, and I feel that it would be an honor for you to serve and protect him, (Y/N). Do you understand me?”

“I do, Father, but I don’t want to do this. Hwarang? My fighting skill is just a hobby. It’s also used to protect myself and the people around me, but nothing more than that. I don’t want to risk my life.”

“(Y/N),” your father said in a stern voice, and you knew he was serious about that decision.

“Besides, Hwarang already had their admission ceremony. They’re most likely not accepting anymore members. Hwarang is a group of young elite males. I’m a lady… Please don’t make me join.”

“Keeping your skills as a hobby only is pathetic. You can put those skills to greater use. As for Hwarang being only for males, you will be an exception. Her Majesty adores strong young women, and the chief instructor has also allowed you to stay in Hwarang House with your own small room.”

“You’re not listening to me, Father. I don’t want-”

“Almost all of the officials have a son who excel in sword fighting or literature. Meanwhile, I’ve raised a daughter all my life. I have heard people badmouthed me and you and how you’re only good to be married off to…”

You tried to speak up almost interrupted him, but knowing that arguing with your father would not help with your decision, you remained silent. At this point, you knew there was no way you could win.

“I know that you don’t mind being talked about to like that,” he continued, “but I do not approve of a True Bone’s royal blood being spoken about that way. My daughter is special, and if she doesn’t want to be seen that way, then she’s just going to have to continue living with it because she will be escorted to the Hwarang House tomorrow morning to stand next to the other elites.”

Tomorrow morning?! Already?! Feeling unfairness, your eyes began to burn with incoming tears, but you held them back. “Yes, Father. My apologies for trying to talk back.” You bowed your head down, and your father picked up his silverware and resumed his meal as if nothing happened.

Like your father said, when you headed out the next morning, you found a tall, handsome male dressed in Hwarang uniform waiting for you on a horse. Another horse without a rider was right beside him. “Miss (Y/N),” the male greeted. “My name is Ji Dwi, and I have been assigned to escort you to the Hwarang House.”

You hurried to climb on the other horse and then looked over to Ji Dwi. He cracked a smile which confused you. “My apologies, Miss (Y/N),” he said, an amused look in his eyes, “you just don’t look all that excited.”

You grinned the most sarcastic smile you could muster. “Better?” Then, you showed an honest laugh. “I’m sure you didn’t imagine a female Hwarang, either, huh? Please just call me (Y/N).”

The two of you whipped the reigns lightly so that your horses could make their way back to Hwarang House. “I think it’ll be interesting to have you,” Ji Dwi replied. “I didn’t imagine there would ever be a lady who was spectacular in fighting. It’s as impossible as the king living in the Hwarang House, disguised as a Hwarang.” He glanced over at you again and shared a playful smile.

It was not long until you reached the home of the Hwarangs and found the chief instructor as well as his assistant instructor waiting on you. Being a gentleman, Ji Dwi helped you off of your horse. “Thank you,” you told him before walking over to the chief instructor.

The chief instructor hummed, observing you. “Why, you must be (Y/N). I am Chief Instructor Wi Hwa. It is our pleasure to have you. Hopefully, you were able to get acquainted with my nephew on your way here.” When he gave you a short bow, you returned a deeper one.

“Ah, Ji Dwi is your nephew? I didn’t know that. I was wondering which family he belonged to as I’ve never met him before.”

“He lived overseas,” the old man affirmed. He then nodded his head over at his nephew, and Ji Dwi headed back into the Hwarang House. The chief instructor then held out his hand in the direction of the building. “I will be happy to show you around and answer any questions you may have, (Y/N).”

You paid attention to the view of your new residence as you listened to the chief instructor guide you through the area. You didn’t spot any other elites around, probably because they were having lessons or something. Beautiful flowers were grown in all of the green grasses, pleasing your eyes. The walls were painted of a rich, bright red and some gold. You soon found out ways to important places such as your own room, the bathhouse (you were assigned a different time from the other Hwarangs, of course), the dining room and the area where the young warriors practiced their fighting skills. It was nice, but you still felt quite uneasy about being here.

“Do you think it is strange,” you said, staring ahead at scenery, “that even though I know how to fight, I don’t want to be a fighter at all?”

Chief Instructor Wi Hwa glanced over at you and then forward, sharing the same view as you. “Your father told me, and I can understand why you’re like that. You probably feel like a pawn in Her Majesty’s hand. Please think of this as another path you have to take in life.” He began to move, and you followed right next to him. “Here, I can guarantee your growth, just like these flowers. Though you seem to agree that women should not be seen fighting, I disagree. Embrace that part of you - your natural combat skills like the earthy soil, your soft, yet intense beauty like the waves of water, and your bright character like the sunlight - and you will be strong enough to stand on your own. Maybe, you’ll even start to discover more of yourself here, among the other Hwarangs.”

Before you knew it, you found yourself inside of the household and in front of the doors. You heard chatters inside, and for some reason, your heart started to pick up more beats per minute. Chief Instructor Wi Hwa opened up the doors, and when eyes turned to him and then you, the room became silent.

The boys bowed, and the chief instructor nodded. You walked behind the old man when he started toward the center of room, walking up the steps to higher platform. You dared not to make eye contact with anyone. Only when the man next to you cleared his throat did you glance up. Handsome men in the same elegant uniforms stared at you, a few in a way different from others. Some were in confusion as if they could not believe you were there, and a few in awe, having heard rumors of your arrival but still could not take your presence in. You recognized a few faces.

“There is someone I would like to introduce you all to…” the chief instructor began.

You spotted Ji Dwi who you met in the morning. He smiled which calmed your heart down a bit. Then, there was Soo Ho. You only ran into him a few times when your father met with his, and the two brought up how both of their children excelled in sword fighting. Also, you’ve seen him when he was dating a few of your friends. He gave you a charming smile, as expected of someone who’s been around a lot of women.

You easily found Yeo Wool. His feminine features caught your eye. You heard about his family from your father, and even found Yeo Wool once at Okta. It was embarrassing for you to admit it, but you quite envied his beauty. He had an amused smile on his face. Right next to him was Han Sung. You knew he didn’t like to fight, so you wondered why he decided to join Hwarang. Maybe it had something to do with him being the last True Bone of his family. There was a twinkle in his eyes, and his mouth was slightly ajar. You couldn’t help but smile at his cute reaction.

“(Y/N) will be joining as the only female Hwarang. It is an executive decision made by the queen and myself. (Y/N) is amazing fighter. Even better than most of you,” Chief Instructor Wi Hwa said, muttering the last part to himself. “We believe that she will be a great addition to Hwarang. As I expect you all to treat each other with respect, getting rid of Silla’s bone rank system in the Hwarang House, I want you all to do the same to Jung Young Sik’s daughter. Understood?”

“Yes!” the boys replied in unison.

“Good.” The chief instructor turned to you. “Please head to the physician’s room. Miss Ah Ro has sewn you a uniform that is similar to theirs. After you’re dressed appropriately, you will return to this room and continue the rest of the day with these boys.”

You turned around and began to head down the stairs when a clear, loud voice spoke up. “Wait.” The short hairs on your arms raised from the chill.

Chief Instructor Wi Hwa responded. “Yes. Ban Ryu.”

Your body rotated to where Ban Ryu stood. You have never spoken to him, only heard about him sometimes from your father. Soo Ho might have mentioned once to stay away from Ban Ryu. You were very aware of their rivalry. His face was striking, but at the same time quite intimidating. You had a bad feeling about his next words.

“I don’t believe that she should be here. She doesn’t belong in the Hwarang House. It is a disgrace.”

I don’t know about disgrace… You frowned.

“You said it yourself Chief Instructor, Wi Hwa, that you wanted to form Hwarang with the capital’s greatest male elites. She is a woman. If she is the daughter of an official, then she should be taking on duties of a woman, preparing for marriage. Furthermore, if you accept her, it will be unfair as we already had the ceremony. What if the officials whose son didn’t make it get upset?” Ban Ryu glanced in your direction, a dirty look. “It’ll be all her fault.”



The moment of sudden clarity when feelings are finally recognized, or are made aware for the first time.

It hit you on a Wednesday evening while you were at the gym as per usual. School was killing you, but you were determined to stick with your workout schedule, even if it meant sleeping an hour less or watching one less episode of your current favorite kdrama. Just exactly why were you so passionate about working out?


[7:33PM] Jeon: If you’re not here in 5 minutes then YOU owe ME all you can eat KBBQ. 


[7:33PM] Jeon: AND ice cream.

It was as simple as that – you just couldn’t, wouldn’t, lose this bet with Jeon Jungkook. 

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Request: ‘Can you do a Jughead x Reader request where the reader is always flirting with Jug and everyone but him notices it. And then towards the end he asks them if they were flirting with him and they say something like “well it’s about damn time you noticed.” I love you xxx’ (Thanks for the request girly, it’s probably not 100% what you had in mind but I hope you like it xx)

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Warnings: None, just some fluff to brighten your day x

Word Count: 2263

For someone so smart you’d like to think Jughead Jones would be able to pick up on the basic human interaction of flirting, for some reason it just didn’t seem to register with him.

 Y/N had been trying for months now to no avail. It all started the day she realised she had deeper feelings for the dark haired boy, rather than just a platonic friendship. She could recall the exact moment with spectacular clarity.

 It was before the Twilight drive-ins closed, he had asked her (as well as the rest of the gang) to come down and watch Alfred Hitchcock’s Psycho. She remembered him calling it a ‘cinematic masterpiece’ and how we would all be missing out on ‘one of the greatest films of our time’ if we didn’t attend. She remembered the way his eyes got excited when he talked about it, they lit up the same way when he would find a new piece of information for his novel or when she would tell him how proud she was to be friends with such a talented writer.

 It was when they were all sitting in the back of the Kevin Kellers truck; she was seated next to Jughead who was staring intently at the screen literally mouthing every word that came out of the characters mouths. She remembered looking up at his face, which was illuminated by the white light of the screen, that seeing him so happy made her feel things that she hadn’t quite registered before, it was in that moment she had first realized her true feelings of affection for Jughead Jones, and it had plagued her every since.

 Fast forward a couple of months and Y/N had tried her very best to flirt with him, to try and show her interest. She would find any excuse to talk to him, she was so interested in anything he had to say, and her subtle laser focus would find him straight away in any room.

 And despite her best efforts she always got flustered around him, especially when he would occasionally tuck the free falling pieces of hair behind her ear when she didn’t notice (this was something he had always done, but she was only just starting to overanalyze it now).

 The unfortunate thing was, however, that he never seemed to reciprocate it or even notice that she was ‘flirting’, he was always so casual with every interaction they had. While her heart rate would be going a million miles per hour his would seemingly be steady and calm. It was getting to the point where she was ready to give up, and where she was starting to accept that a friendship would be all she would get.

 That was until the day Veronica Lodge, a very good friend of Y/N’s, insisted on having a ‘girl talk’ session after school on a Friday. The two girls sat in a red cushioned booth in the warm homey atmosphere of Pop’s Choc-lit-shoppe, a popular hangout for the teens of Riverdale.

 “Look Y/N, I’ve been watching your attempts at flirting with Holden Caulfield for a while now and I’m just going to be straight with you” the Raven-haired girl started. “Jughead is smart yes, nobody is denying his genius with the written word, however girl, you really need to just ask the boy out, I can tell what your intentions with him are but unfortunately sometimes boys just need it given to them plain and simple”.

 Y/N knew deep down that Veronica was right, she was just way too nervous to be so bold as to ask him out. “Ronnie, how the hell do I ask him out though, I mean what if he says no and I loose him completely” Y/N replied now fiddling with the straw of her strawberry milkshake nervously.

 Veronica gave the Y/H/C haired girl a soft smile, “I’ve said this to Betty and now I’ll say the same to you” she cleared her throat “Slay your dragons Y/N Y/L/N, don’t live your life with what if’s, you’ll never be happy until you know for sure”.

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“Move.” You hear someone mumble behind you in an low and irritated voice.

You turn around startled by their rudeness. He was looking right at you his face  clearly annoyed. He made your nervous right away. He was good-looking, the type of good-looking guy you only see in movies or models. His features were sharp and perfect. His hair was a nice shade of brown, it wasn’t that dark or that light and you liked the way it slightly covered his eyebrows. He had on a grey cardigan and white button up underneath, with some black slacks clearly showing he had a good sense of fashion. A backpack hung lazily off his left shoulder showing he was a student just like you.

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So I used to work at Sephora and I always see tips on here that ARE COMPLETELY wrong!!!
Let me help you please bc I lift so much from there

1) THE CAMERAS AREN’T DUMMY, but no one watches them. The managers desks are facing the other wall, and they’re always so busy. There has been one time where I walked into the back and there was one of the managers looking at the camera, and she wasn’t even looking at the monitor. She was doing her paperwork and ran out of room on the desk. I’m not saying be cocky and don’t find blind spots, but if you’re stealthy and you can slip shit in your bag in the cameras view.
2) SA’s WEAR EAR PIECES, which I know is pretty basic info, but if you see someone looking at you and talking or pressing their hand to their ear, leave. They are telling everyone to watch you.
3) ONLY PALETTES AND FRAGRANCE HAVE TAGS, I’m not kidding. That’s it. Most of the KVD eye quads don’t even have tags because they’re small. Clairsonic/Foreo/hair tools such as straighteners or blow dryers will most likely be tagged, but as for other products, go crazy.
4) DON’T YOU DARE LEAVE BOXES! Again, this is obvious. But you’d be surprised how many times when I was working I would find boxes stuffed in random places! It’s annoying, and it just makes everyone angry and super alert to any other shoplifters. Don’t ruin it for your comrades.
5) THEY CANNOT TOUCH YOU. THEY CANNOT CHASE YOU. They can check your bags, but not your purse. Only your shopping bags.
6) During Black Friday, the towers went off about 6 times and nobody even checked them. We just let it beep. It was too crazy to care. Plus, Sephora makes a SHIT TON of money during the holidays, so they don’t really care.
7) BEING IN PLAIN SIGHT IS YOUR BEST FRIEND. bring a partner to block you. I like to stand at the very front of the store, whatever display is up there (usually something like Urban Decay or Too Faced) and look at things while I keep my bag low and slip things in my bag. If they can see your face/head, they don’t think you’re trying to hide from them.

That’s all I can think of for now but feel free to message me 💜💜💜

Just You and Me (Part 1)

Summary: This is the first part of my Captain America: Civil War rewrite/reader insert. The reader is also a super-person, with shape-shifting powers. She and Bucky have been together since the end of Winter Soldier. Back story will be explained in later parts!

Pairing: Bucky x Shapeshifter!Reader

Word Count: 2,400

Warnings: language, angst, violence, imprisonment, reader injury/pain

A/N: this is my first Marvel story… so I’m kind of nervous. Let me know what you think.

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Imagine liking Jack Wilder

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(a/n: this imagine is pretty long so I used a ‘keep reading’ link. Please click it and continue to read :) Also, this is a Now You See Me 2 imagine. I hope all of you enjoy it! xx)

Oh, the things Jack Wilder did to you.

You were on a kinda-sorta date with him at a nice restaurant. The ‘date’ had been set up by Merritt as a way for the two of you to keep an eye on Walter.

“No sign of him,” Jack said discreetly into his concealed earpiece. He listened to the response before looking up at you. “Atlas is on the other side of town,” he explained with a grimace. “We’re stuck here until we get eyes on Walter.”

You sigh, twirling the pasta on your plate around a silver fork as you try to keep yourself from staring at Jack’s perfect face. The food on both your plates was uneaten.

“Atlas is tracking him at the moment,” Jack continues. “Dylan thinks that Walter will come to that shop.” Jack pauses and points out the window at the small shop across the street with his clean knife. “We have to see what he comes out with.”

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anonymous asked:

Can you do prompt 74 in where the reader and Jason get into an argument about the reader being a new superhero and he says something really mean because he's scared he's gonna lose her and she gets upset and ignores him for an x amount of time until he apologizes

Ohoho, I’m excited for this one. I thank your loveliness for the request! I hope you like it!!

Warning: Swearing, mentions of drugs

Prompt 74: “I didn’t mean what I said”


Crossing the Line

Your and Jason’s relationship is anything but normal. He’s the Red Hood and you’re a Metahuman. This concoction equals your not so everyday couple.

Jason is constantly gone late at night, whether it be out on patrol or on a mission. Always out helping people, and you want to do the same. You have powers to control light, or more specifically photons.

You can manipulate light into objects or blasts. You could even fly if you controlled the photons in just the right way, it’s a pretty cool power.

Jason knows of your power and accepts them but he never wants to talk about them. So you talk to his brothers about them.

“I don’t understand why you don’t ever come out with us [F/n], you have such good control over your powers” Dick said as you were letting off some steam in the batcave.

“I know, I want to use them but I don’t have a suit or anything” you formed a light blast in your hands and shot it at a dummy.

“I’ll make you a suit” Tim offered turning away from the computer.

“Really?” asking as you grew giddy.

“Sure, we can never have too many heroes out there. And you have training so why not? I also know Bruce has thought about asking you to join us” He began typing up a list of features for the suit.

You stood over his shoulder and helped with the design. Also asking for some specific add-ons that could help with your powers.

“Are you going to tell Jason?” Dick questioned while watching you and Tim.

“I don’t know, should I surprise him?” you furrowed your brow in contemplation.

“That could be fun, yeah surprise him. You need a name too” Dick pointed a finger at you. The three of you stood silent while thinking.

“How about Radiant?” Tim snapped his fingers, “It has a nice ring to it. Yeah I like it” You approved, as the three of you finished the suit.

You were ecstatic to surprise Jason, he was probably going to freak out. Everyone knew but him.

You’re also ecstatic to make a difference. Born into a wealthier family, a lot of people think your life was flawless but like everyone, your family had their issues. You went through a depression as a teenager after losing a close friend. Your sister was a recovering addict after she fell into the wrong crowd, having recently relapsed. Your mother and father were having marital issues. Some were worse than others. But luckily your family was recovering.

You glided over the roof tops to where Tim had sent you a location they were infiltrating. You were to use your powers to blind the gunmen before they entered. Landing by one of the windows to the warehouse.

When Tim gave you the signal you created light flashes and disoriented the gunmen as they began to take out all of the men. Jumping down you began to fight alongside them.

Easily you all took them down and tied them up. “Alright! That was awesome!” Dick yelled before giving you a high-five.

TT, you did well for your first time.” Did Damian just complement you? What distortion world is this?

“Good job Radiant. Happy you decided to join us” Bruce was next as he patted your shoulder. Tim gave you a high five as well.

But Jason, you didn’t get the expected response. “Home now!” he commanded before grappling out of the building. Confused, you immediately followed.

Meeting him in your shared apartment, crawling through the window you were greeted with a livid Jason.

“Are you insane?!” He yelled as you entered the apartment. “What?” you asked pulling off your mask, a dumbfounded expression on your face.

“What were you thinking? You can’t be a hero! It’s too dangerous out there for you!” he was outraged.

“I was thinking that I have these amazing powers and I wanted to use them for something good! I want to help people like you!” Yelling back as you stormed into the bedroom to change.

“But you’re not me [F/n]! You don’t have the experience or the training, or the stomach for this!” The argument began to get heated. You guys argued but heated arguments were rare.

“I can stomach this life just fine, god knows I stomach you crawling through that fucking window bloodied every night!” Countering and crossing your arms.

“That’s not the same thing!” he claimed but you rolled your eyes, “Well it’s pretty damn close now isn’t it!”

You both drew closer and closer to an invisible line. On the edge of it but refusing to cross it as you both continued.

“I just want to save people like you Jay. People in this world are cruel and I want to save others from that!” Feeling your throat getting raw you turned your back on him and set out toward the kitchen.

“And what do you know about cruelty!? You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth! Everything was handed to you! The almost perfect life, how about instead of saving the world, you save your sister from putting another needle up her arm!” He yelled. After the words registered he immediately regretted all of them. 

That line… he crossed it.

Turning around, you were absolutely livid, “Excuse me? Did I just fucking hear you right?” he didn’t say anything until you let out a disgusted scoff and made your way to the front door.

“[F/n], wait that’s not what I meant. I-It just slipped out” he stuttered trying to keep you from leaving.

“Really Jason? Because it damn well sounded like you meant it” You grit your teeth before pushing by him.

“Where are you going? [F/n] Please” His voice wasn’t laced with anger anymore, it was panic.

“My parents, I hope your happy Jason” you spat before exiting the apartment and slamming the door behind you.

What did he just do? Did he just lose you? Fuck he just lost you.

His legs gave out when he was in front of the couch. Jason never wanted that argument, he was intending to talk you out of it calmly. His mouth just took over before his brain could. He was just scared you’d get hurt and he’d lose you.

His worrying made him loose you anyways. “Fuck” he whimpered resting his head in his hands. There was no way he was getting sleep tonight.

It had been a week since you walked out. You weren’t sure if you were broken up or just taking a break. Having cut off all communication with him and his family, you were beginning to regret walking out.

He had to have had a reasoning right? Maybe you should’ve heard him out?

At that moment your phone buzzed again. Jason had blown up your phone with voicemails and texts. Picking up the device you clicked on the new voicemail.

‘[F/n] I’m begging you. Please let me see y-you. I-I’m so fucking sorry. Let me make it up t-to y-you please.’ he was suppressing his hiccups and sniffles. You’d seen him cry and heard him sob, you knew exactly what was happening on his end. He cleared his voice before saying, ‘I’m begging you [F/n], I love you so much! Please don’t let this be over.’ That’s where the message ended.

You missed him, holy shit you missed him. Rubbing your face you heard the doorbell ring. Standing up, you wiped the unshed tears from your eyes before pulling the door open.

There he stood, the most remorseful look on his face as he held your favorite take-out in his hands. “I uh didn’t think flowers would be enough. Can I come in, please? Can we just talk?” he pleaded, nodding you opened the door wider and let him in.

Leading him into the living room you sat on the couch and he sat facing you. “I didn’t mean what I said. I didn’t mean a single word of it. I was just scared because I could only see what had happened to me and I don’t ever want you to go through that ever. I was just terrified that I might lose you, and I freaked out and overreacted which only lead to me pushing you away. I’m so sorry, please forgive me. Please come home because it’s not home without you.” he had taken your hand in his and was squeezing it gently.

You felt tears pricking at your eyes before pulling him into an embrace. “I’m the one who should be sorry, I should’ve told you before.” you cried into his shoulder as he rubbed circles on your back.

Pulling away you wiped your eyes letting out a breathy laugh. “I’ve missed you so much” you took his hand again.

He smiled before hugging you tight, “I love you, and I can’t wait to be a superhero power couple with you”

“Really?” you chuckled, shifting to look at him.

“Really” he placed a sweet kiss on your lips before pulling away.

You grabbed the bag of food and pulled his hand, “Lets go home”

Life With Namjoon (01. Towels)

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A/N: Hey there! Well…I’ve decided to start a new little series (obviously) about what life with Namjoon would be like! This is just going to be a series for fun, really~ Just something I can update with little drabbles and stuff like that, when I don’t have the time or motivation to write a full blown fic.

Genres will like likely range from fluff, to smut, to angst. When I write things about actual life–ya know, things that are more realistic than fantasies usually found in fics–then I tend to be realistic with it. And reality isn’t a 100% wonderful ride hahaha.

That being said, lets get into it! ^^ But rest assured, the first installment isn’t angst. It’s a nice little fluff~

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01.   Towels

It starts with Namjoon.

You’re lounging on your apartment couch when you hear a ripping sound in the bathroom. You frown and set your phone in your lap, turning and waiting for your boyfriend to emerge and explain the unexpected noise. And, not long after, the bathroom door guiltily creeks open, and Namjoon peeks his head out, his tanned skin still damp with water from his shower.

“Yes?” you ask patiently, and Namjoon can tell from your tone that you obviously know he did something wrong.

“I…uhhh,” is what he manages to say, bringing his arm up from behind his back. One of your white towels is in his hand, though now, unlike the last time you’d seen the poor thing, there’s a giant tear right up the middle—threads of fabric stretching out and twirling every which way.

“How…the fuck…,” you respond, absolutely baffled, and push off the couch. Padding up the hall, your bare feet a little cold against the hardwood floors, you approach the bathroom door and hold your hand out to inspect the towel.

“Woah—I’m naked,” Namjoon says, scooting back behind the doorframe a little, and you roll your eyes. As if that will stop you.

“How many times have I seen you naked?” You simply respond, taking the towel form his grasp, your thumbs rubbing over the frayed fabric.

“At least 10.”

You smile at his silly reply. “Well, you’re not wrong. But…seriously,” you say, holding the towel up to him and motioning to the damage. “How?

“I don’t know!” he immediately defends, motioning back towards the shower. “I just got out, grabbed a towel, and as I was drying off it just…ripped!”

“Kim Namjoon, God of Destruction,” you sigh, and then turn your back to him, waving the towel as you walk towards the kitchen. “I still love you, don’t worry~”

“Well I’d hope that it’d take more than a ripped towel to tear apart our love,” he responds, and you laugh, smiling to yourself as you hear the bathroom door close so that Namjoon can finish what he’d been doing.

Stopping in front of the trash can in the kitchen, you pop the lid open and stare sadly at the towel in your hands.

“Thank you for your service. You endured a lot,” you say, brows furrowed, and then drop the beat up fabric into the trash. Never to be seen again.

The next day, when Namjoon is out at the studio practicing with the boys and working on some new music, you step into the bathroom and fill the tub. Stripping off your pajamas, you turn and rummage around in one of the cupboards for a bath bomb. You had just bought some more after talking with Yoongi and getting a recommendation from him.

Finding the multi-colored ball, you walk over and drop it in the tub, watching the water stain colors. When it’s finally done, you carefully step in, sinking down into the hot water with a relaxed sigh.

As soon as you’re seated you realize that you totally forgot the book you’d been planning to read, and now sigh in annoyance at yourself. Pushing up, you step out of the tub onto the bath mat and reach for the towel you’d set out. Grabbing it, you quickly begin to dry your limbs, but freeze when you hear a familiar ripping sound.

Eyes wide, totally shocked, your bring the towel which had been around your back forward, fists clenching when you see that the fabric has ripped—almost an identical picture to what Namjoon had done yesterday.

“Dammit,” you groan, and drop the towel to the floor. Exiting the room, you retrieve your book and return to the tub, determined to get at least a little bit of relaxation in before Namjoon returns later and accepts his bragging rights when he sees what you’ve done.

Managing a half hour in the tub, you finally snap your book shut, pop the tub drain, and get out to dry. Grabbing another towel, you dry off much gentler this time, but the minute you stretch the towel behind your back and begin tugging on it from both ends, you hear the sound of a small tear. Groaning loudly, you give up and tug on the towel as hard as you can, listening to the fabric fall apart in your grasp.

Later that day, when Namjoon walks in your front door and sees you lounging on your couch, two damaged towels on either side of you, he cackles loudly and points a finger at you in apparent victory. However, his smile falls when he sees your upset frown, followed by you charging at him, clearly not happy to have fallen victim to the towels as well.

Catching you in his arms before you can make to hit him, he holds you tight and rocks back and forth, hoping to calm you down.

“Sorry—sorry, babe,” he says, bending down to kiss your forehead, and he feels you sigh against the fabric of his shirt, clearly not angry anymore, but certainly pouting.

“I’ll tell you what,” he continues, hands gripping your shoulders as he pushes you back gently so that he can look you in the eyes. “I have tomorrow off. Want to go shopping for new towels and whatever else you need?”

“Sure,” you immediately agree, mood brightening, and Namjoon smiles, leaning down to kiss you.

“It’s a date.”

The next day, you find yourself standing next to Namjoon in a department store towel aisle, towels caging you in on every side.

“Why are there so many towel options?”

“The human mind flourishes in creativity and people also have different tastes and different home décor—”

“It was a rhetorical question, Namjoon,” you say, reaching over to lightly smack his arm. He jumps at the feeling, looking over at you with a slight pout to his lips.

“So what color do you want?”

“You’re not going to try and be my interior home designer? Wait—nevermind. I’ve seen how you dress sometimes, I’ll just do it.”

“Ouch,” Namjoon responds, holding his hand over his heart, and you roll your eyes.

“You’re a-dork-able, don’t worry,” you laugh, reaching over and grabbing his hand. Considering the mask hiding away half of his face, you place a discreet kiss to the top of his hand, and his eyebrows raise.

“Is this a challenge to see who can make the other more embarrassed in public?” he asks teasingly, turning the tables as his grip on your hand tightens, and he tugs you closer to him. You’re blushing immediately, trying to casually wrestle out of his grip as his other hand lifts to rest on your hip.

“Stop it! You have an image to uphold!” you hiss at him, and when Namjoon sees how red your face has gotten his eyes crinkle happily, his grip on you loosening.

“Fine fine~ I’ll be continuing this tonight anyway.”

“Sure you will,” you scoff, and then step forward, finally getting around to why you two are here in the first place. Checking out a variety of the towels lining the shelves (and pausing to scold Namjoon when he doesn’t bother even attempting to fold the towels and put them back on the shelf properly), you finally narrow your options down to two towels. A dark blue, and a patterned white towel.

“Does it matter?” Namjoon asks, brows furrowed.

“Well…,” you say, weighing the towels in your hands. “A little. White towels are easier to bleach, but dark towels also hide stains, so…”

“Wait, what,” Namjoon pauses, baffled and horrified. “What are you talking about?”

You look at him pointedly. “I’m a girl, babe.”

He continues staring, apparently not getting it. You roll your eyes.

“You’re a genius but you forget about female reproductive organs. Christ.”

“OH,” he finally says, realizing, and you roll your eyes again, but albeit smile.

“Dummy. Accidents happen.”

“Yeah, I know, I know,” he sighs, stepping behind you and wrapping his arms around your shoulders lightly. “I forgot, my bad. But…why not get white, and then offset the coloring with a blue one? Are you really going to be picky about it?”

“Hmmm…you’re right,” you agree, and grab up another white towel, shoving all three towels into Namjoon’s arms once they’re chosen. He just smiles and rolls his eyes.

“What am I to you? A pack mule?”

What am I to you girl? What am I to you? I do love you crazy—ugh—do you??”

“Stoppp,” Namjoon whines, ears tinging with embarrassment, and you laugh, halting and grabbing his arm. Pressing up, you place a quick kiss to his masked cheek, and then take one of the towels from his arms.

“What are you to me? You’re my boyfriend and my best friend, and I love you.”

“I love you too,” he responds after a second, his heart palpitating as love fills his chest, and side by side you both step into the check-out line. After paying, you head down the street to your favorite café for lunch, and listen to each other with open ears and open hearts.

Just two kids, casually in love.

Exactly how it should be.

anonymous asked:

Can I request the rfa and the minor trio trying to get 707 to stop being an idiot and be with mc? I saw your one with baehee and it was 💯💯💯 xoxo rfa-confidential

Thank you very much! The Baehee one was a lot of fun to write and so was this one, so thanks for requesting it! I hope that you enjoy!! :3


  • Yoosung knew by the first conversation that you and Seven had together that you were meant for each other
  • Even though he was majorly slightly jealous, Yoosung still felt that the two of you were a perfect fit for each other
  • So when Seven is being an idiot and starts pushing you away even after the whole Mint Eye fiasco, Yoosung decides that it’s time for him to help out
  • Yoosung goes over to Seven’s home and insists that he needs to talk to him about MC
  • Once he let him in, Seven had never seen Yoosung so angry before in his life and boy does Yoosung let Seven have it
  • “It’s obvious that she loves you and you love her Seven so stop being a dummy by trying to push her away and go tell her you love her! You two deserve each other got that?”
  • After hearing Yoosung’s ‘encouraging’ words, Seven decides to man up and finally go to you and profess his love for you
  • A week later, Yoosung was walking past a local cafe and saw you and Seven happily chatting, making Yoosung smile and feel accomplished
  • Yoosung then texted Seven later on ‘You owe me big time for motivating you, I’m expecting triple the rewards in LOLOL along with a months supply of Honey Buddha Chips!’


  • Zen never understood how anyone could get Seven’s ‘unique’ humor like you did
  • Of course Zen wanted to get to know you better and maybe even ask you out on a date, but he realized that you and Seven were meant to be
  • So when Seven decided to push you away even though the two of you clearly had feelings for each other, Zen came up with a plan
  • Zen invited both you and Seven to a nice restaurant to celebrate his upcoming musical that he got the lead role for
  • You and Seven were directed to a table for only two, leaving both of you confused and the atmosphere awkward
  • Seven then heard his phone ring and answered it to hear an angry Zen
  • “Seven you need to man up and stick with MC! It’s obvious that the two of you love each other so stop being an idiot and enjoy the night with her. And no matter what, don’t leave MC.”
  • Zen hung up on the shocked Seven and smirked from his hiding spot when he saw you and Seven start to chat and laugh together
  • But Zen’s services came at a cost and while he left the two of you alone at the restaurant, Zen texted Seven ‘You’re welcome for the pep talk. I’m expecting tickets to a Broadway show along with helping promote the newest musical I’m in. Enjoy your night!’


  • Jaehee always thought that you and Seven would be the perfect couple since the two of yours humor was a little… odd
  • But Jaehee still thought that the two of you would be cute together and was secretly routing for you two all along
  • You and Jaehee ended up becoming good friends after the party so you and Jaehee planned a small girl’s day together
  • She noticed how sad you looked and asked what was wrong and you told her that Seven was pushing you away again, making you wonder if he really loved you
  • After hanging out with you, Jaehee went to find Seven, who happened to be visiting Yoosung to play some LOLOL and explained to him the situation
  • “MC really loves you Luciel so why don’t you just admit your feelings and love her back? You’re really hurting her Luciel.”
  • When she noticed Seven wasn’t listening and continuing to play the game, Jaehee’s eyebrow twitched and she snapped, taking a hold of Seven’s arm and twisting it back painfully until he listened to her
  • Seven yielded and agreed to take better care of you which made Jaehee smirk and return back to her own home leaving a very sore Seven and a very stunned Yoosung
  • Jaehee saw on the messenger a day later that you and Seven went out on a date and by the looks of the photo he posted, both you and Seven looked genuinely happy
  • She smiled to herself happy for the two of you but Jaehee still texted Seven saying ‘I’m glad that you finally listened to me. Now as a thank you present, I want you to convince Mr. Han to give me a weeks vacation and I want some imported coffee beans.’


  • Jumin had always noted how good you and Seven got along on the messenger
  • The humor used between you and Seven confused Jumin to no end
  • But Jumin was genuinely happy that Seven found some like you to be happy with, especially since it meant that Seven would leave Elizabeth the 3rd alone
  • So when Jumin heard that Seven was pushing you away even after everything the two of you went through made Jumin upset
  • He invited Seven over to his penthouse, something unheard of to Seven, to discuss with him what was going on
  • After securing Elizabeth the 3rd away from Seven’s grasp, Jumin sat down with the younger man to talk with him
  • “Luciel, you need to get it together and be with MC. She deserves to have someone… unique like you in her life. You know as well as I do that both of you care for each other so go and be with her.”
  • Jumin then got you and Seven tickets to dinner and a show to let the two of you enjoy yourselves
  • When the night arrived, Jumin had a security guard watch over the two of you and when the guard reported back that the two of you were enjoying themselves, Jumin felt happy
  • Jumin then took out his phone and sent Seven a text with a satisfied smile ‘I’m glad that you’re enjoying you night Luciel. For my form of payment, I want a ten thousand word essay explaining how sorry you are for how you treat Elizabeth the 3rd by Monday. Have a good rest of your night.’


  • After everything you and Seven went through, V wanted nothing more than for the two of you to be happy
  • Even though V wasn’t on the messenger too often, he could clearly see that you and Seven were in love with each other
  • But V noticed that Seven was pushing you away to apparently keep you safe, but V knew better
  • Since Seven looked up to V so much, the older man called Seven one night to tell him how wrong he was acting
  • “Listen Saeyoung, I know that you think hat you’re keeping her safe but you’re wrong. I know for a fact that the two of you love each other so please, don’t push her away and be with MC. Trust me, you do deserve happiness with her.”
  • Seven took a few days to mull over V’s words, eventually realizing how right V was
  • A week later, V was at the park taking some nature photos when he saw you and Seven walking together, laughing and looking genuinely happy
  • V gently smiled and sent Seven a quick text saying ‘Thank you for listening to me Saeyoung. The only thing I want from you is to continue to cherish MC. If you ever need anything please don’t hesitate to ask. Enjoy your day Saeyoung, you earned it.’


  • As much as Saeran hated to admit it, he secretly thought that you and Seven were the cutest couple
  • After finding out the truth about what really happened in the past, Saeran knew that Seven deserved to be with you and to share happiness together
  • Even if the two of you were a weird couple, Saeran still enjoyed seeing the two of you act like complete idiots, it actually made him happy himself
  • So when Seven started pushing you away again, Saeran knew that he had to do something to stop his idiot of a brother
  • When you left in a fit of tears one day, Saeran grabbed Seven’s shirt collar and told him
  • “What is wrong with you?! Why would you feel the need to be an idiot and push MC away? It’s so obvious that you love each other and it pisses me off to see you acting this way. So quit being an idiot for a minute and go get MC back.”
  • Seven was never one to turn down a request from his younger brother and realized that Saeran was right and maybe he did deserve to be happy
  • A few days later, Saeran woke up to find a note pinned to the table telling him that you and Seven went out for a date thanks to him and that they’d be home later
  • Saeran felt truly happy for his brother and smiled mischievously as he whipped out his phone and texted his brother ‘Good thing you listened to me. I want ten different flavors of tubs of ice cream by the time you get home. Have a good date idiot.’


  • Vanderwood never has, and probably never would, understand the relationship between you and Seven
  • He thought that Seven was the most annoying slob on Earth so how did he manage to get a girl like you in his life?
  • It’s probably a question that Vanderwood would always ask himself but nevertheless, he still thought that the two of you made a nice couple
  • One day while Vanderwood was cleaning up Seven’s living room, he heard shouting from Seven’s room as you left, slamming the door shut and ran into the bathroom
  • Vanderwood’s curiosity got the better of him and he knocked on Seven’s door and went in to find a sad looking Seven
  • He knew immediately what happened, he knew that Seven was always like this since he was his partner
  • Vanderwood sat down next to Seven and crossed his legs while folding his arms as he told Seven in an annoyed tone
  • “Why do you always insist on acting like an idiot? It’s painfully obvious that the two of you like each other so stop pushing her away. And remember if you keep being an idiot, I’m not afraid to use my taser.“
  • Seven laughed at his friend’s “pep talk” and went to made amends with you while Vanderwood smiled triumphantly to himself
  • A few days later, Vanderwood saw that you and Seven had made up and were currently on a date and since Vanderwood knew that Seven was happy, he decided to take advantage of that and tested Seven 'I hope that you have a good time with MC today. For my payment of expert advice, you’re going to clean your own house as well as mine. Better get that maid outfit ready.’
Pizza love - William Nylander

A/N: So, this wasn’t requested (again). I’m so sorry guys, I promise that I’ll do your requests soon, but I’m just really enjoying writing about my favorite idiots and pineapple on pizza is a topic that should be addressed. Hope you like it xx.

Word count: 1010

Warnings: Mentions of sex but very subtle I swear.

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Originally posted by dallas41chicago88

“DON’T YOU DARE, WILLIAM ANDREW MICHAEL JUNIOR NYLANDER ALTELIUS.” I yell from across the room. “I’ll leave and never come back.”

“(y/n), you are being overdramatic to say the least.” Will answers from the couch.

“How am I being overdramatic? I didn’t think you were that kind of person.” I say, walking out of the room.

To be fair, I might be overreacting; but we have been dating for six months and this is the first time that Will has done something like this; I this topic is such a big no-no for me, I don’t know how to look past it.

“I’m sorry that I haven’t told you before…” William wraps his arms around my waist and holds me against his body. His body is warm and the smell of his Tom Ford cologne is intoxicating.

“We’ve been together for six months, Will…” I whisper, resting my head on his shoulder. “Why haven’t you said anything if it is your favorite?”

“Because the first time we talked about the subject you said that it is the worst thing that human kind has ever done.” He whispers as well, kissing my temple.


Will and I started dating back on Christmas. We met in the small coffee shop where I work and he kept coming and coming everyday, always ordering the exact same thing, until one day he asked me out for a date. I wasn’t sure about it at first to be honest; I knew who he was and what he did, but I finally gave in and said yes. And here we are now, arguing about pizza toppings like it was the most important thing in the world.

“Have you ever tried it?” He wonders, letting me go from his embrace.

“No, I haven’t. Why would I want to try that monstrosity?” I answer him, walking back to the living room and sitting on the couch, waiting for Will to get back where he was sitting before so I could curl up at his side.

“How do you know you don’t like it if you have never tried it?”

“I just know.” I’m as stubborn as it can be. Will shakes his head, but doesn’t say anything else about it.

“So, pepperoni for you and Hawaiian for me?” He asks and I nod.

William grabs his phone from the coffee table and leaves the room to order the pizzas from our favorite place in Toronto.

It’s almost July, but Will has decided to stay in Toronto with me until I’m done with my summer classes. The last six months have been absolutely incredible; we decided to take it easy, taking it slow and not rushing anything and I have to say that feelings hit me like a train, by March I was desperately in love with Will. We are ten days away from our first big trip and I couldn’t be more excited to spend a month in Europe with him.

“Thirty minutes.” Will says and I smile, padding the spot next to me on the couch.

“What do we do in thirty minutes?” I ask, putting my legs on his lap as soon as he sits down.

“I can think of a couple things…” Will’ smile is naughty, leaning in to pepper kisses along my neck.

“We wouldn’t be done in thirty minutes, baby.” I say, pushing him away softly. I know that if he keeps doing that for a second longer I’ll lose control and we will never actually get those pizzas.

“Oh princess, you don’t even know all the stuff I can do to you in thirty minutes.” William is persistent, but I hold my ground and he finally gives up.

We spend the next thirty minutes looking at places to go, restaurants to eat and things to do in every country we are visiting. We have a nice list when the doorbell goes off and Will gets up to get the food. I clean up the coffee table and set down some napkins and our drinks, Gatorade for Will and diet coke for me.

“Do you trust me?” Will asks when we are both sitting on the floor, eating our pizzas while watching an episode of the TV show we are watching together.

“No.” I say and he frowns, looking back to the screen. “Of course I trust you, dummy.” I say quickly, kissing his cheek.

“Try it.” He says, looking at his pizza.

“No way.” I respond. “Pineapple is a fruit, which is supposed to be healthy, and pizza is the best-most-unhealthy food ever, they can’t mix. It’s pure chemistry.” My reasoning is impeccable, but Will starts laughing like a maniac.

“Please, baby. Just a small bite so you can prove me wrong.”

I don’t want to try it, but I want to prove William wrong even more, so I grab a piece from the box in front of him and take a small bite, not actually getting any pineapple.

“C’mon (y/n), that was just ridiculous.” He chirps me, knowing that it will get to me.

I open my mouth and take an actual big bite with a couple chunks of pineapple. I chew slowly, trying to convince my tongue and brain that I cannot like it. It takes me a while to swallow it and I look at Will.

“That was disg…” I lie, it actually wasn’t that bad.

“You are lying. You liked it.” He says triumphantly. “I can tell. You liked it.”

“It isn’t… that bad.” I give him that. “But I would never order it for myself. It is a one-bite pizza, nothing else.”

“We wouldn’t want you to cheat on your pepperoni.” Will jokes and I nod firmly.

“I’m a hundred and ten percent loyal to pepperoni pizza.” I agree with him. “I’m only more loyal to one other person, and that’s you.”

“You love me more than you love pizza?” He asks and I nod again. “That’s the definition of true love.”

who is he? | yoongi ft. jungkook

posted: wednesday, may 10, 2017

hi there! first, i’m not sure if i like how this turned out. second, this was first thought out to be a one-shot so i’m not sure if i will be adding more chapters to it. it obviously depends on the response i get from the readers. do you want me to create a series out of this? let me know! also, please let me know what you think of it as feedback is more than appreciated - my ask box is always open! :)

Originally posted by imonaworldtour

☽ pairing: yoongi x reader x jungkook [?]
☽ prompt: answering the wrong call could cost you millions
☽ genre: fluff, angst
☽ word count: 1.2k

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