oh god that was an amazing flash

Dating Diana Prince Would Include...

Anonymous requested:  Dating Diana prince would include, please? Thank you!

  • You being the first human she was ever attracted to
  • Finding her strange and mysterious, and doing everything you can to learn more about her
  • Diana awkwardly asking you out on a date, because in Themyscira people didn’t go on dates
  • “Would you… like to go on an outing with me? To get food?” “Are you asking me out on a date?” “Yes, I believe so.”
  • An amazing first date planned by Diana - which included horses, picnics, and a beautiful view
  • Diana expecting you to be surprised when she told you she was Wonder Woman, but you had a hunch she was Wonder Woman from the start.
  • Her letting you try on her armor
  • And thinking you look totally hot in it
  • Slow, gentle kisses
  • But hot, passionate sex
  • Diana teaching you how to defend yourself 
  • Constantly worrying about each other
  • Freaking out when she tells you about the Justice League
  • “You’re working with Batman! And the Flash! Oh my god, can I meet them?” “You sound like Barry.”
  • Diana doesn’t like to admit it, but she loves cuddling
  • Lots of late night talks
  • Her telling you stories about Themyscira
  • Not being afraid of PDA
  • And, if any homophobes gave you any nasty looks or dirty comments, Diana wouldn’t let them get away without a lecture
  • “Where I’m from, women only date women! Get your head out of your ass!”
  • Thinking her accent is adorable
  • Braiding each other’s hair
  • Diana being afraid to save “I love you” for the first time, but once she says it, she can’t go an hour without telling you
  • Just an all around loving, trusting relationship
Up Against The Wall [a Barry Allen smut]

Request: Could I request an imagine where Barry (e1) is super duper stressed out and one night he just loses it and breaks something and like for some reason you think it’s super hot when he’s mad at then the naughty things happen?? Please and thanks!

a/n: oh boy dom!Barry is…yes


Fuck everything. When Barry enters the apartment, that’s what’s going through his head. With heavy breaths, the speedster paces back and forth in the hallway; hands clasped around his thin neck. His light green button down flows at his slender waist and a low growl escapes his lips, knocking over the vase that’s on the table.

You hear a few crashes come from the living room, startling you. Putting your phone on the nightstand, you creep out of the bedroom, looking at the scene in front of you. Barry huffs, face bright red, standing over a pile of shards. “Barr? Are you okay, sweetheart?” you bite your lip, rubbing your thighs together to create some sort of friction. Honestly, seeing your boyfriend this mad, is really turning you on.

Suddenly, Barry speeds in front of you, gripping your waist; plump pink lips attacking your neck animal like. Your back hits the wall forcefully and you pant, arms wrapping around his head, fingers tangling in his hair. He claws at your purple t-shirt, ripping it off your body, smirking when you gasp. “You.” his voice is muffled by your skin. “Are.” he licks your neck, “Mine.”

His teeth bite down, making you hiss, jumping up and hooking your legs around his tiny torso, grabbing onto his light brown locks harder. Barry flashes off your and his clothes, pinning you to the wall like a work of art, growling. A bold moan drops from your lips and you grind down on him, silently pleading for something.

Smirking, the speedster inserts his dick into your pussy, without warning. You groan, moving your hands down his amazing body, nails leaving scratch marks on his muscled back. “Oh god, Barry!” you breathe when he pounds into you. “W-what got into you?” you mumble, sucking on his impeccable jawline, breasts jiggling from his deep thrusts.

Instead of giving you a real answer, he takes one of your nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue, causing you to gasp, taking him deeper. Panting, you gulp, rocking your hips with his perfectly. He vibrates his finger on your clit, sucking on your boob, messy hair tickling your collarbone. Shouting his name, you feel your stomach tighten and bite down on your lip.

“Close, babygirl?” Barry asks, detaching his lips from your breast, voice lower than it usually is. Nodding, you watch his eyelashes flutter; hazel eyes now a lovely dark green color. “Cum on then.” he bites, thrusting into you harshly, cutting off your throaty moan with an opened mouth kiss.

Your legs quiver when you cum, nails digging into his back, making him hiss. In a second, Barry cums inside the condom, breathing into your mouth. He pants, pushing your hair out of your face to stare at you. “Sorry, I just… I got mad and I…” he shakes his head.

Pecking his lips, you grin at him. “Seeing you mad is a turn on, honestly.” you shrug.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” he winks. Cheeky bastard.

Just Joking (Draco x Reader Smut)

Request from alyssagrasshopperDraco smut? He has been close friend to the reader since 1st year, she makes him try to be better. They always joking around and spending time together. After a teasing war all of their feeling for each other come to the surface and smut happens.

Pairings: Draco x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut smut smut smut n swearwords

A/N: i’m really sorry that I haven’t been coming up with imagines for a while! i just got on spring break, so yay!! 

“I still don’t understand why you chose to be with them.” I huff, glaring at the Inquisitorial Squad badge pinned tightly to his robes. 

“Neither do I, but Blaise and Pansy did it, so I did it, too,” he shrugged. “Even if it’s with that toad.”

“Well, when you’re done following those two around, maybe look up to someone who’s actually mature enough to stay away from devil women who allow their ‘squad members’ to cheat for house cups.”

“Yeah, maybe I’ll make Theo my role model someday.” He smirks. God, that smirk. That annoying arse smirk. That mesmerising arse smirk. 

“Oh, shut up, Malfoy.” I elbow him softly in the ribs. 

“Make me.” He elbows me back, just as Umbridge passes by. 

“Boys and girls are forbidden from being eight inches or closer to each other. I believe I have made that clear, Mr. Malfoy and Miss (y/l/n)?” Umbridge flashes a sugar sweet smile at us that makes me want to punch her in the bosom multiple times. That would hurt her not nearly as much as she has hurt the school and its students, but, nonetheless, it would feel amazing.

“Yes, ma’am.” Draco and I say in unison as the gay witches and wizards chuckle.

“Good. Next time I catch you two at foul play, two month’s detention will be given to each of you. Have a good day.” 

I glare at the toad-like woman as she struts down the corridor, waving her wand every second at students. As she gets farther away from us, I thrust my middle finger in the air at her. 

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 

“I hate that woman,” I set my library books on the coffee table carefully, as Madame Pince would literally murder me if I broke another. “So entitled to her own opinion. Honestly, couldn’t the Ministry have sent someone better?”

“Relax, y/n. It’s Sunday - let’s get Umbitch out of our minds.” Draco sits on the couch and pats the spot next to him. “Sit.” 

“And how, exactly, are we going to do that?” I cross my arms and sink into the couch. 

“I don’t know, skinny dip in the lake, kill ourselves in the Forbidden Forest, whatever you’d like,” he smirks.

“Well, I’ve been a bit… bored this past month, if you know what I mean,” I wink seductively. 

“I’m up for anything. If you are, too.”

“You know I’m joking, right?” As soon as the words leave my lips, I regret it. His words were like music to my ears. For a split second, I thought he was serious. That he actually almost admitted to having feelings for me. And I would admit mine. But the fantasy evaporated, leaving only the bleak, loveless reality. 

“Yeah, yeah. I was, too.” He scratches his head nervously. 

“Oh, um, ok. Sorry, I thought you were serious.”

“I-I kind of was.” I turn to look at Draco, confusion written all over my face. 

“You were?”

“Y-yeah. Listen, (y/n), I know this is sudden, and I certainly did not expect everything to come to the surface this way, but I’m in love with you. Always have been. I know you probably only see me as a friend, but I do, too. The difference is that I want something more.” 

I say nothing. I only stare at the fearful, stormy grey eyes of Draco Malfoy. I lean in. I smell his minty breath hitting my face. I feel his lips brushing against mine. And I feel his kiss. Slow, but passionate. He reaches over and cups my face in his hands, while I wrap my arms around his neck. 

Then I feel something click, something stimulating, and I know he feels it, too. I continue to kiss him, only roughly. His teeth begin to nibble at my lips, seeking permission for entrance, to which I grant him. Our tongues collide, fighting for dominance, for control. Draco pulls me onto his lap and begins to kiss my jawline, slowly going down towards my neck. He finds my sweet spot and begins sucking. I moan loudly. My moans must have turned him on, because I begin to feel a tent emerging in his pants. As he gives me hickeys, I begin grind on him, both of us moaning as I do so. 

I unbutton his shirt and throw it to the ground while he pulls mine over my head and unhooks my bra. He pulls off my skinny jeans and throws it to the ground as well. I slip off my panties while Draco stands up, only in his tight dress pants.

“Jump,” he says. I oblige and wrap my legs around his hips, kissing him roughly and passionately. 

Draco walks into a dormitory and locks the door behind him. He throws me onto the bed and lowers himself until his head is level with my soaking core. Draco licks a long stripe down my pussy and attaches his mouth to my clit, sucking. I moan loudly and grasp my hands on his platinum blonde, unkempt hair. Without warning, he thrusts two digits into me, making me moan. He pumps his fingers, hitting just the right spot. Draco continues to suck and suck and pump and pump. Right when I’m about to climax, he pulls out and levels himself with my entrance.

“Is this okay?” He asks nervously.

“Yeah, better than okay,” I smile at him.

Suddenly, he thrusts into me, causing me to nearly scream out of pleasure. He moans loudly and thrusts at a swift pace. Swift, but not swift enough. 

“Faster, Draco,” I pant. 

Draco then quickens his pace to a much more pleasurable speed. He wraps my legs around his waist, allowing for a deeper angle. His cock hits my G-spot with every thrust. 

“Yeah, that’s the spot,” I moan. 

He continues to pound mercilessly into me, making me scream with every thrust. 

“I’m about to come,” I say.

“Me, too,” he pants. 

Draco’s thrusts become sloppier until he empties his warm seed into me. The feeling stimulates me, and I empty myself all over his cock. He pulls out and lies beside me. Both of us are panting. Both of us are still recovering from what had just happened. 

“Hey,” I turn over to face Draco. “If you haven’t guessed, I’m in love with you, too.” 

He smiles, kisses me, and preps himself for round two. 

Comforting Winn

Alex’s phone chirps and she grabs it immediately, instinctively, before it can wake the woman sleeping next to her.

She squints at the caller ID, at the time, and her stomach drops.

“Winn, are you okay? Is Kara okay? Is – ”

“No, no, relax Alex, it’s not DEO stuff, it’s – everything’s – you know what, that’s your I-was-sleeping-so-hard-because-I’m-recovering-from-a-wild-night-with-my-lady voice, so I’m just gonna let you – ”

Alex rubs her eyes and sits up, making sure the covers stay wrapped around Maggie’s nearly naked body as Maggie sighs and shifts around at the loss of contact without opening her eyes.

“I don’t have a voice for – you know what, no, Winn, what is it?”

“I – it – I’m sorry Alex, it’s just… Kara and James are in this really intensive training with J’onn and Lyra’s out of town with her brother and I – ”

“Spit it out, Schott, what is it?”

“My dad… my dad called. I didn’t take it, but I – he – ”

Alex’s stomach lurches and she runs a hand over her face, her heart breaking more than she wants to portray in her voice.

“Where are you?”

“I’m home, where else would I – ”

“Come over. I’ll leave the door open for you.”

“No, Alex, I shouldn’t have called, you’re with Maggie, I – ”

“Winn, get over here. And bring coffee.”

Maggie rolls over and gropes sleepily for Alex’s body with her eyes closed. “And donuts,” she calls groggily, and Alex grins down at her.

“You hear that, Winn?”

“Loud and clear. Give me a half hour. And Alex – ”

“Don’t make me regret being nice to you, Schott. Just get over here.”

She hangs up before he has the chance to change his mind, before he has the chance to talk himself out of reaching out to her.

She purses her lips and shudders slightly and sighs, slipping out of the bed to unlock the door for him.

“He okay, Al?” Maggie croaks, sitting up to watch Alex pad across the living room sleepily.

“He will be,” Alex whispers across the house. “Sleep, babe. He won’t be here for another half hour.”

She slips back into bed and Maggie melts into her arms immediately. “You’re not mad? I mean, you don’t mind?”

Maggie turns and puts a clumsy, groggy hand to Alex’s cheek. “Why’d I be mad at you for being a great big sister, Danvers?”

Alex pffts and shakes her head and is grateful Maggie can’t see her blush.

“You’re the best, you know that?” she kisses her, and Maggie grins with her eyes closed.

They’re not sure how or exactly when they drift back to sleep, but they both immediately snap back awake when the front door creaks open and light from the hallway spills into the apartment.

“Don’t shoot, don’t shoot, it’s me,” Winn holds up his hands as best he can with coffee and donuts, because if he knows nothing else, he knows the women in his life.

“C’mere, you,” Alex invites, and Maggie remembers with a jolt that she’s not wearing a shirt.

“Also, pass me that t-shirt on the floor in the kitchen, would you?” Maggie asks with a cocky, sleepy grin, and Winn chuckles slightly.

“Kitchen fun times, huh Danvers? Nice – ”

“Don’t – don’t say anything else,” Alex cuts him off, and Maggie chuckles this time.

He steps up into Alex’s room and passes Maggie her shirt with his eyes studiously closed.

Alex takes the opportunity to study him. His shoulders are stooped and he’s in one of James’s old hoodies and his eyes, even closed, are swollen. He looks tiny and he looks terrified.

She remembers sobbing into Maggie’s arms about her father.

She remembers Maggie sobbing into her arms about her own father.

How small it made Alex feel. How small it made Maggie look.

“Okay,” Maggie tells him, shirt on now, and Alex shifts and pats the bed between her and her girlfriend.

“Come on,” she says, and Winn just stares.

“You tell anyone about this and you will find out exactly what those index finger techniques are – ”

“You know it’s not as scary when you have sex-bed hair and your girlfriend just needed me to collect her shirt from your kitchen floor – ”

“Yeah, babe, also, index finger threats? Like, has a whole new meaning now, doesn’t – ”

“Traitor! You’re supposed to be on my side!”

“Actually, um… you invited me over to support me? So, it’s all about my side?”

Alex sighs and shrugs and holds out her hands for her coffee, and Winn provides.

Maggie holds out her hand too, but when he offers the coffee, she just shakes her hand again. He grins and presents her with the entire box of donuts.

“Now you’re getting it,” she says through a mouthful of chocolate glazed. “Get over here before Danvers and I make like Kara and eat the whole damn box.”

Winn gulps and sets his and Maggie’s coffees on the bedside table and crawls over Alex – she doesn’t move to make it easier for him, a shit-eating grin on her face and a mock-glare on his – to settle between them. Maggie tosses the covers over him and holds out the donut box.

“So what happened?”

Winn sighs and shrinks into himself and stuffs a donut into his mouth.

“Caooellheae?” he tries to ask around a mouthful of chocolate frosting.

“Try again, Schott,” Alex furrows her brow at him, and he tastes a gigantic gulp.

“Can you tell her, Alex?”

Alex heart breaks and she sips at her coffee and she almost reaches out to touch his face. Almost.

“Winn’s dad called him tonight. And he’s… he’s in prison – for um – ”

“He’s the Toyman,” Winn supplies quickly, like ripping off a bandaid, leaning over Alex to get his coffee so he doesn’t have to meet Maggie’s eyes.

But Maggie just nods and puts her hand on his knee and urges him to take another donut.

“I figured, Winn. I just – it’s not mine to bring up if you don’t wanna talk about it.”

Alex and Winn both turn to Maggie with looks of identical shock.

“Detective, guys. It’s kind of my job. And it’s not like your names aren’t, you know, the same.”

Winn casts his eyes down and digs into a jelly-filled.

“Funny thing, though. Because the names are the same, but the people are so different,” she continues, softly, softly, and Winn looks up at her with wide eyes and a set jaw.

“That’s not what he says. He says we’re the same. He said it when he escaped, and he said it again in the voicemail he left tonight.”

Alex does reach out to touch his face this time, briefly, softly, and Maggie smiles sadly across the bed at her girlfriend.

“Well, my dad says the reason he was willing to forcibly deport thousands of innocent people is me.”

“And mine says I’m a disgusting disgrace and selfish and am going to hell and he never wants to see me again.”

Alex exhales with tears in her eyes and Winn turns to Maggie with a furrowed brow, concern and sadness all over his face.

Maggie tilts her coffee cup toward his in salute, and offers simply, by way of explanation, “Lesbian.”

“Maggie, I… I didn’t know. I’m… I’m so sorry.”

“Well hey, dysfunctional, abusive relationships with fathers’ club in this bed tonight. At least there’s donuts, right?”

Winn smiles and leans to put his head on Maggie’s shoulder, and Alex wishes it were game night, not comfort night, so she could take a picture.

“Invite Kara and James with their dead dads and we’ll have a real party,” Winn deadpans from Maggie’s shoulder, and Alex tosses her arm around him, her fingers playing on the back of Maggie’s neck.

“You’re nothing like your dad, Winn. Nothing. And even if… even if you have those things inside you, it’s the choices, you know, that you make. And you’ve chosen to… to save the world, dude, not destroy it.”

Winn sighs and sits up, grabbing a third donut from the box at Maggie’s feet, biting into it and offering the rest to Alex miserably. She accepts and keeps her arm steady around his shoulders.

“How can you be sure?”

Alex sighs and chews thoughtfully.

“You know, Kara didn’t really have a lot of friends. Growing up. She was the weird kid, the freak who never quite fit in. People always took advantage of how kind she is, how… how amazing she is. And then she interviewed at CatCo, and she met you, and you know when she first told me about you, about this IT guy who takes her to lunch and explains all of Cat Grant’s idiosyncracies so she doesn’t get fired, and laughs at her terrible jokes and makes terrible jokes of his own, and has toys all over his desk and stammers when he gets nervous but always, always stands up for her when people try to dismiss her as incompetent just because she’s… well, Kara… I was suspicious of you. I… I didn’t trust it. You. I thought you just wanted her, that you wanted to use her for something, that you were making fun of her. But the stories never stopped. The stories about how good you were to her. And then I met you, and you… you were real. You just… you just really cared for her. And then she started dating the only other friend you had and you just… you took care of yourself, and then you just… you kept caring. You’re rare, Winn. You… you saw Kara. You always saw her. So no. You’re nothing like your dad. Because you see goodness in the world and you’re not threatened by it, you don’t want to destroy it, you just want to make more goodness yourself.”

“Alex, I – ”

“No, nope, don’t say anything. I’ve just fulfilled my yearly quota of being nice to you, so really, you don’t wanna push it.”

“I was just gonna tell you that you have some powdered sugar on your lip.”

“I can get that for you, babe – ”

“God, guys, I’m right – ow, Maggie, that’s my foot – it – okay – I’ll just… I’ll be on the other side of your inexplicably massive bed…”



“I love you. Okay?”

“I love you too, Alex. I love you too.”

“Aww, guys, you’re so sweet!”

“If anyone at the DEO finds out about this, I swear to god, Sawyer – ”

“What are you gonna do, babe, threaten me with your index finger? Cause that’s not a threat – ”

“Oh my god, why are you both like this?”

“Oh Alex, come on. Look at my puppy eyes! And your woman’s dimples! You love us!”

Winn activates his best puppy eyes and Maggie flashes her biggest smile, and Alex, for once in her life, is defenseless and feels amazing about it.

“Yeah. Yeah, I do.”


As usual, there was bickering in the Arrowcave. But, this time, there was more than usual, as your brother Cisco was visiting.

You and Oliver were at each other’s throats. “I swear to God, Y/N, how the hell could you not know that? Isn’t your girlfriend the crazy hacker? You could’ve gotten us all -”

“Hold up,” Cisco interjected, popping his head into your conversation. He raised an eyebrow in your direction. Oliver let out a deep sigh. “Y/N, you never told me you had a girlfriend. Especially a hacker…” 

Cisco’s eyes suddenly widened as he realized what was happening. “Wait! Hacker! You only know one hacker!” He pointed towards Felicity. “You -” He pointed at you. “And you!” 

Felicity awkwardly scratched the back of her neck. “Whaaat?” She scoffed. “We’re not dating. We’re just -”

Cisco cut her off. “Oh my god, this is amazing!” Cisco embraced the two of you in a hug. You and Felicity shared a confused look. “I’ve been waiting for you two to get together forever!” Cisco turned towards you, a smile on his face. “Why haven’t you told me yet?”

You shrugged. “I… I don’t know. Thought you wouldn’t approve or something…”

“Wouldn’t approve?” Cisco scoffed. “Overwatch is gonna be sister! This is great! I love you guys!”


I got a few requests for this fanfic! I’ll give it a go!

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, Maybe Southside High was where he was meant to be. These people, they were like him, damaged, dangerous , the very definition of wrong side of the tracks. They liked him, they thought he was funny and when they laughed they were laughing with him not at him. So what was the problem?

Thoughts of shiny green eyes and long honey blonde hair pulled into a tight ponytail ran through his mind. The image of his beautiful girlfriend made his palms sweat and his heart ache. Betty had cried for him, fought for him, she never gave up, not even when he gave up on himself. And then there was Archie, no matter what happened he would always be his best friend. Pulling his attention back to the conversation in front of him, Jughead couldn’t help but laugh at the groups crude humor.


The beanie wearing boy whipped around,
Archie, Veronica, Kevin and Cheryl were all standing behind him, sticking out against the beat down high school and grungy students.

“What are you doing here?” Jughead asked, standing from his seat as the people at his table watched cautiously, silently.

Archie stuttered, speechless. Cheryl shoved past him and stood before Jughead.

“Maybe you haven’t noticed Jones, but your girlfriend hasn’t answered her phone in two days and she didn’t show up for school today. I had one of my vixens stop by her house this morning and ask that lunatic mother of hers to speak to her and the blonde stepford wife claimed Betty was at school. Newsflash? She’s not.” Cheryl angrily stabbed Jugheads chest as fear flashed in his eyes.

“What do you mean she’s not in school? And she’s not at home?! I don’t have my phone. It’s at home. I thought she was just busy, I was going to go over tonight.” His eyes were frantic as Veronica pulled out her phone.

“Oh my god.” She whispered.

Kevin ran over to the raven haired cheerleaders side, reading the message on her phone.

“Oh god” he gasped.

“What?!” Archie asked.

Veronica held up her phone and showed the group the text with shaky fingers
“It’s betty”

“Thankyou for being an amazing friend, you’ll do fine V, just stay true to who you are. I love you”

Jughead ripped the phone from her hand,
“Where is she?! Where could she be?! We have to go. NOW.” He shouted, speeding through the halls and heading for Archie’s beat up truck.

Everyone was scrambling as they got into the car, ideas bouncing off the walls of where Betty could be, suddenly Cheryl spoke evenly.

“Sweet water. She’s at sweetwater.”

They all turned to her, Archie not giving it a second thought as he sped through the streets of Riverdale, making his way to the river.

“Why would she be there?!” Kevin was texting Betty profusely to no avail.

Cheryl pulled her own phone out and began texting Betty

“It’s the easiest way to go, with the ice.”

Veronica gasped, shivers racking her body.

Jughead stared blankly out the window, his body tense. No. no, not like this. Not Betty. How could he have not seen? How could he have been so neglectful to not notice his own girlfriend was drowning. She had so much going on, it was too much on her and he did nothing to alleviate that stress. He didn’t deserve her, he never deserved her.

Archie parked haphazardly, his truck skidding to a stop as all the teens hopped out.

“Split up!” Archie called, sprinting through the snow, slipping and sliding as he searched desperately. Jughead pounded through, the cold seeping through his boots.


Veronica’s distinctly feminine voice called from his right as she pointed to a shadowed figure a few feet away. Jughead tripped up falling to his knees as he ran towards her.

“The ice!” Cheryl screeched “its cracking! Separate.”

Jughead couldn’t hear her he was running towards Betty, she was looking at him now, big, terrified eyes.

“You don’t have to do this! Bets please! Come here. I’m right here! I’m here for you! I’m so sorry.” He cried desperately, his arms extended as he reached for her.

She looked at him with such blank eyes he stopped dead in his tracks
“I’m sorry.” She mouthed.

She was gone, fallen through the ice, engulfed in the current as Jughead watched horrified.

“NO!” He screamed desperately, dropping to his knees as he dug through the snow, his fingers red and raw.

Veronica and Archie were beside him, kicking and clawing at the snow searching the ice. Kevin was holding a weeping Cheryl.

“I CANT SEE HER! I CANT FIND HER” Veronica cried as Archie pushed the heavy snow aside

“Right here! She’s right here.”

Jughead shoved Archie aside, his fists flying as he he punched at the ice, blood flying before he stood and kicked the ice sending it shattering, he reached into the water gripping an unconscious Betty by her shoulders and laying her on the snow.

“Come on, come on!” He brought his lips to hers, breathing air into her lungs as his tears dripped onto her face. “COME ON” suddenly her eyes flew open as she spit out water, gasping for air. Jughead dropped his forehead to hers and gasped.

“Oh my god” Veronica breathed and Archie wrapped Veronica in his arms.

“We have to go!“ Kevin said “she’ll freeze if we don’t get her someplace warm.”

Lifting the frozen blonde up bridal style, the group raced through the snow, depositing Betty into the truck, Jugheads denim wrapped snugly around her shoulders as she drifted off

“Stay with me Betty. Stay with me.” Jughead mumbled into her damp hair as he held her to his chest. Everything going black.

When Betty woke up she was sitting up beside a fire, her back resting against a strong familiar chest, slender hands wrapped around her, steady breathing in her ear.

Glancing up Betty looked around, Veronica and Archie were sleeping on the couch, sharing a blanket. Cheryl was on the floor beside Kevin both sleeping as well. Jughead had her wrapped up in his arms, his eyes fluttered open and got wide.

“You’re awake.” He breathed a sigh of relief, his arms squeezing her tight

“I’m so sorry.” Betty whispered tearfully. Jughead lifted the beautiful blonde up and onto his lap

“Don’t you dare apologize, this is not your fault. It’s mine. I didn’t see you crying out for Help, you saved my life and I couldn’t even be there when you needed saving.” He cupped her cheek, his eyes desperately guilty.

Betty covered his hand and leaned into his palm

“Technically you did save me.” She smiled softly.

Jughead rolled his eyes,before they softened

“Please don’t ever do that again, please just.. I’m so sorry Betty.” A single tear slipped from his eyes as he pressed his forehead against hers.

“I’m okay Juggie. We’re okay.”
She whispered, dropping a gentle kiss to his lips.

“I love you Betty Cooper” he whispered

“Jughead Jones, I love you.”

"Stop watching those Tv shows, it's complete waste of time. Don't you have a life?"

…oh wow you know what? You’re so right. What the hell am I doing? It’s not like these useless series have given me any great ideas, or taught me amazing lessons about life, symbolism, parallels, foreshadowing and whatnot.

My god, I’m a piece of shit!


Pairing: Ezra Miller x Reader

A/N: It’s SDCC season! and also I start to have a crush on Tom Holland! he’s so damn cute aushdasj you can make request about him! I would love to make gifs and ig-au’s so don’t be shy <3


I was at San Diego Comic Con, this year had been released Spiderman Homecoming movie, where I had interpreted Liz Allan. I had been upset all morning because Ezra had told me that he couldn’t come with me today, it was one of the biggest moments of my career and also our fourth anniversary, I had met him in 2012, when we filmed together The perks of being a wallflower movie.

-Just relax Y/N! Ezra must have a good reason to not being here – says Tom, we’d both become great friends on the movie set, even though I was a few years older than him.

-NO, He haven’t!  He should be here, tomorrow DC will be introducing the whole cast and director from The Flash movie – I exclaims angrily, he didn’t have any damn excuse, when I asked him he simply said he planned to take a flight until today.

Tom had been trying to keep me calm all morning, he was a good friend but he seemed to be giving up on me – Is she still angry? – asks Zendaya while signing a poster of the first person on the line, it was a little boy with his mother, Zendaya passed me the poster over the table and I smiled at the little boy while I asked his name

-Yes, she is – Tom answers – Hello buddy! – greets him and the child’s mom asks for a photograph

-Am I overreacting? – I ask to Zendaya while passing me another poster – Wouldn’t you be mad? He doesn’t even answer my messages –

- Honestly… yes, I would be more than angry –

-Thank you Zendaya, you don’t help – Tom says

I don’t know how much time had passed, but we kept signing autographs, taking some quick pictures and recording some video message that fans asked for, I loved to be with them, I tried so hard to be nice and treat them as they deserve, because if I were in their place I would like that my idol treated me the same way; In the line appeared a Flash cosplay.. GREAT!

-WOOOOOW! What a good costume! – exclaimed Zendaya while she signed a poster; that was an amazing costume, he reminded me of Ezra… damn guy.

-SEE! It’s the third Flash cosplay I signed an autograph today! – I whisper to Tom and he began to laugh. Zendaya passes me the poster – to who do I sign for?

-To the love of your life – he says, I begin to laugh and sign the poster as he wanted it, I turned to see him smiling, he had removed his mask, it was Ezra

-Oh god – he was smiling at me, you fucking son of a bitch-  I stand up from my seat and walk over to embrace him – What are you doing here?

-I missed you too my dear – he says and kisses me on the lips – Actually, I came to ask you something –

-Why didn’t you ask me by the phone? Or by message? – He starts looking for something in his suit and takes out a small black box… oh my god. It cannot be… He kneels in front of me opening the small box and inside was a golden ring with a little bright diamond in the center –

-I doubt it’s appropriate to ask you this by the phone – he laughs -  Y/N, I know you’ve been angry with me all day, but…. Would you marry me? –

-OH MY GOD!,  YES! – he put the ring on my finger and stand up to kiss me,  I wrapped my arms around his neck and we stayed like this for a few seconds,  then I noticed all the cameras flashes and the fans clapping and crying… I turn to see Tom, he was recording with his phone – YOU KNEW IT! – I point at him while still embracing Ezra – You’re such a bad friend for not warning me… I could have fixed my nails or something –

-I’m really the best friend you’re going to have… - he says laughing with Zendaya


My english is worse than the last time,  Sorry about this! hope you like it :)

requests are open! (x)


Shower Here (M)

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Anonymous said: for that drabble thing: RA!Jimin complained once that he never caught his gf locked out of her dorm with just a towel on. How about when he’s on duty, that actually does happen, and then of course he had to take advantage of that situation

Summary: Your habit of getting locked out and the fact that most people are out of the building lead to some one-on-one time with the RA on duty. Hey, after all, it is his birthday.

Word Count: 3.3k

Member: Jimin

Genre: Smut, some fluff, RA!AU

A/N: Belated birthday thing for our sexy little mochi because it’s the middle of midterms and I’m procrastinating.

As a college student, checking your email, most specifically your school email, is a must. Everything from class assignments, to on campus events, to the occasional notice that the dorm laundry room is closed because one of the dryers caught fire (people really need to learn how to clean out their damn lint). You also get the occasional email about dorm policy, such as if people have blasting their music too loud or if too many people have been leaving their dirty dishes in the shared kitchen. As you open your email today, you’re greeted with a message informing you that any time you have to get your room unlocked, after the third time, there’s a $15 fee.

Shit. You’re pretty forgetful as it is, but you’ve already had to have someone unlock you door for you 3 times, and you’re not thrilled to have to pay a fine. However, these sentiments slip your mind the next night when you go to take a shower. Hmmm, this situation seems familiar.

“When will I fucking learn?” You groan to yourself as you rest your head on the door to your room. Your roommate’s out of town too, shit. Goodbye fifteen bucks. You’re not exactly sure what to do now, as you are still not thrilled about the prospect of visiting the res hall office with only a towel wrapped around your body, hair soaking wet still. Fuck, what is it about showers that make you forget your keys?

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“Halftime” - Kurt/Blaine

because Blaine loves football and Kurt loves scarves

and because I’m a helpless little monster

self-indulgent (as helllll) fluff about Gaga’s concert at the sports thing. thank you @whatstheproblembaby​ for info about the actual game lmao 

1500 words | AO3

“Mark my words, Anderson: you’re gonna owe me $50 when this is all over. Falcons have the lead and they’re not letting it go.” 

Blaine shakes his head and sets three cold beers and a fresh, warm bowl of cheese dip on the coffee table as he rejoins his in-laws in front of the TV. “Oh, I’m just ‘Anderson’ when there’s a game on the line, huh?” 

“You’re just ‘Anderson’ whenever you’re in a Patriots jersey,” Burt laughs, elbowing Blaine just hard enough to tip him over a little on the couch. 

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2| Pas De Deux

Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Ballet au, Romance, Angst
Warnings: None
Wordcount: 2811

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The melody. It was like a magnet, echoing through the darkening halls like mist in a forest. You had to see where it came from. You followed it right to the end of the corridor, to the last door on the left. The piano came softly from within. You immediately knew it was a recording. You looked in through the small window.

There, standing in the middle of the dimly lit studio, was the most handsome man you had ever seen before. He was tall, with messy brown hair and perfect muscles, like any male dancer. He wore black shorts with tights underneath standing stock still in third position – one foot in front of the other, half concealing it. His arms were held loosely by his sides. His head was turned slightly down.

You stared in awe at his face. His strong, determined jaw, full lips…his eyes closed, his dark brows shaped in a ‘v’. He looked so focused, concentrating so hard on the music. His muscled shoulders rose and fell silently as the music dropped into its last note before the beginning repeated. You knew the piece so well. As the next chord was struck, he began to raise his arms from his sides. His head lifted as well, and you watched as he inhaled, his arms raising smoothly, his face relaxing. It was entrancing to watch. He stopped at shoulder height, and then his palms turned, facing upwards. He held it for two bars, standing in serenity.

And then he began to move. Just a point to the left, his arms raised…

You recognized this part of the music, it was where the speed, and rolling, tumbling notes came. Suddenly, he was moving at a startling pace, leaping, running around the room, his arms poised out. And suddenly he was flying, soaring in a beautiful leap, his leg muscles rippling. He landed straight into pirouette, spinning perfectly and then as the music calmed, so did he, stepping with exaggerated tentativeness back to centre, changing so fluently from simple position to the next. But as it built for a second time, he flew again, this time sideways, with such strength and poise…a tear came to your eye. He leapt high in the air, both legs folding out and under him, face turning to the sky, looking so calm and perfect.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” Came a voice from behind. You spun round, caught unaware.
It was a girl, good two inches taller than you with creamy caramel skin and strawberry blond hair, elegantly done up in a twisted bun.

Quickly you wiped the tear away from your eye, and tried to act normal.

“Uh…” What had she just said? “Oh, right, yeah.” You nodded. “He’s…amazing.”

She smiled, as if amused by your flustering. Pearly white teeth flashed. “You haven’t seen him dance before?”

“No.” You said. “I’m new here…” God, it had even taken you a while to remember that much. The music still came from the door and you wanted more than to turn back and watch him. “So…who is he?” You asked.

She gave a lopsided smile. “Well, I thought you’d at least know that. He’s Park Jimin, one of the best dancers in Korea.”

“I don’t find that hard to believe.” You murmured. She was looking amused again, her perfectly outlined hazel eyes glinting.

“He’s auditioning for the American Ballet in three months, though it’s pretty much a given that he’ll get in, and be a soloist as well.”

You just nodded. You knew that the music was finishing, and that you had to see him before it did. Glancing inconspicuously back through the window. He was doing his final set around the room, each step, each leap, each turn, perfect.

“You know what’s also really great?” As the music went down to delicate drops on the keys once more, he returned to centre. And then, in the last roll of fast notes, he broke out into an amazing row of pirouettes, so strong and certain…wait, had the girl just said something to you?

“Oh.” You said, reluctantly turning back to her. “Uh, what?”

She just gave another smile. “I’m his partner.”

Then she pushed past you and opened the door. Park Jimin stopped his beautiful round of pirouettes, his eyes flashing open. Wait…his eyes had been closed the entire time? You thought back and didn’t remember them being open…wow…but then. You had heard of dancers who knew their stage so well that they could do it blind folded. But when you had watched Jimin, it was like he wasn’t doing it to show off, but to feel the music deeper…

“Hey Jiminie.” Said your new acquaintance, gliding into the room in her long-legged grace.

“Taeyeon.” Jimin nodded, going to the CD player and switching the music off. His voice was strong and smooth.

“I was thinking we should do this for the audition.” He was saying.

“I was thinking something more modern.” Said Taeyeon nonchalantly, tying up her shoes.

Jimin shook his head, wiping sweat of his forehead. “You know I don’t fit it.”

“Oh but Chim I do.” said Taeyeon standing up and putting a delicate hand on his shoulder.

He just sighed and shook his head again.

“Come on, let’s warm up.”

He slid his arm around her waist and they began their partner stretches. Seeing the two of them like that, in what you imagined would be quite a private moment, brought you back down to planet earth. Crap! What the hell were you doing? Staring on someone’s private rehearsal? You snapped away from the window and quickly began walking back down the hall.

People were just starting to come down for dinner, and you joined the stream of students going downstairs.

Park Jimin’s dance was still in your head as you entered the dining hall, his spins and turns, his effortless strength.

You absentmindedly followed the flow of people to the big window where the food was being served. And to Claire De Lune, as well. You had listened to it so many times; it’s loose, flowing ribbon of notes. It was always the piece that calmed you, and to see that man dance it…it brought a swirling feeling to your chest. It was like there was a whole new layer to the music. Finally you snapped out of your little reverie as the lunch lady asked you which dinner you wanted.

“Pasta vegetables with salad or rice vegetables with salad?” She was asking.

“Oh, um.” Wow, big differences… “Pasta, please?” It sounded more like a question than anything else. You were handed a warm plate and got out of the line. You looked around the hall. It looked like it was straight from Buckingham Palace. The massive windows were adorned with heavy gold threaded curtains. Great tapestries portrayed ballet dancers in perfect positions, surrounded by cherubs or trees.

Three massive chandeliers hung from the decorated ceiling of angel-like ballerinas and their god worthy cavaliers. Large circular tables were spaced out evenly, and students sat eating and chatting with their friends. At the front of the hall there was a raised platform, where a long table seated twenty adults, clearly the teachers, presiding over the hall. You recognized Madam Hyejin sitting near the middle.

“Hey (Name) Over here!” Came Jiwoo’s voice. Oh thank God, you were saved from the sitting-alone-trying-to-not-exist ordeal. She sat at one of the round tables with a whole group of others, two you recognized as Seohyun and, rather unfortunately, Minjee. Walking over you gratefully sat down next to Jiwoo.

“Thanks.” You said.

She smiled. “No problem.”

“Hey who’s this?” Asked the guy sitting on your other side. It immediately brought the entire table’s eyes on you.

“This is (Name) (Surname).” Jiwoo told the table. “(Name) this is Lee Kihyun.” He gave you a cute smile, his brown eyes shining.

Jiwoo then began pointing around the table. “Yohan and Dongwon. Then we have Minjee and Seohyun, who you’ve already met.”

Seohyun gave you an overexcited smile, whilst Minjee just flicked around a piece of lettuce with her fork. Clearly she hadn’t gotten over her issues yet…whatever they even were.

Jiwoo carried on, trying to act oblivious to Minjee’s snarky look. “Finally we have Jongsoo, Yuna and Kwangsik.”

You saw as Kwangsik glanced at Jiwoo and then quickly looked away. A blush rose to Jiwoo’s cheeks and you grinned, hiding it with a forkful of salad.

“So how’s your first day been?” Kihyun asked enthusiastically.

You smiled at him. “I only just got here, really. But it’s certainly nice, well the building at least. I haven’t been to any classes yet.”

He nodded. “Hey hopefully we’re in some together.”

You turned back to you food. “Yeah, that’d be cool.” You told him a little hesitant.

He continued on, not noticing your reluctance. “Actually we’re short on girls in our Pas de Deux class. You should be my partner.”

Seohyun suddenly snapped her head around. “But Kihyun! You said I could go with you this time!”

“Yeah, I know, but – ”

“No,” You butted in. “It’s okay, I’m sure I’d rather sit out for the first class and see how you guys do things in this place, you should do it together.”

His face fell. “Well, I guess…if you’re sure…”

You nodded. “Totally.”

Then Kihyun spoke  up again. “Hey maybe we could get together after classes and I’ll help you catch up with stuff.”

Seohyun practically glowered at you and flicked her head around to talk to Minjee. Oh God you were going to become the most hated girl in First Year in no time if poor Kihyun didn’t shut up.

“Uhm.” Diplomacy diplomacy… “I think I’ll catch up fine by myself…but, thanks…”

“So, did you have a look around?” Asked Jiwoo, who again were becoming your faithful hero.
You smiled gratefully at her, then answered.

“Kind of…” You hesitated. “Do you know Park Jimin?”

You heard a groan come from your left where Kihyun sat. “Park.” He grumbled, chomping on some pasta.

Jiwoo smiled. “Did you see him?”

You nodded. “He’s an amazing dancer.”
“I know.” She said with a grin. “How did you see him?”

“I was going along the first floor corridor, and he was rehearsing.”

“God, you’re lucky. He hardly ever rehearses in front of anyone.”

“Him and his bitch Taeyeon.” Minjee drawled from her seat. She smirked at you. “Don’t tell me you have a crush on him.”

You leaned in, partially closing the space between the two of you. “Minjee, I, unlike you, don’t base everything on first impressions, so it would be very hard to crush on him when I’d only seen him once…Though you’re immediate idea of it could suggest that you yourself had a crush on him.” You added in an afterthought. She gave you a cold glare and flicked back to Seohyun. You glanced at Jiwoo. She gave you a quiet smile.

“It is true though.” Said Kihyun. He seemed to count himself in on your conversation. “He’s an ass, particularly with Shinn Taeyeon by his side.”

“I met her too.” You told them. “She seemed alright.”

Jiwoo nodded in agreement, “Minjee is just jealous because Taeyeon is seriously good. What did she say to you?”

“Oh, she just told me who Jimin was and stuff.”

“That’s because she sees Jimin as her prize dog.” Said the guy you thought you remembered as Jongsoo. He had tan skin and cropped black hair.

“Yeah, but he’s anything but.” Said Jiwoo. “Jimin is his own man. As much as the school loves him, he can be a bit of a liability.”

“How?” You asked.

She grinned. “Last year, when the school decided their production was going to be a new contemporary, Jimin threatened to leave and go to another dance school.”

“God, changing schools? That is extreme.” You said.

“Well.” Said Kihyun. “Apparently the choreographer was some local guy who wanted to have everyone in bright pink skin suits.”

“So he always gets what he wants?” You confirmed as you already had stamped him as a snob, but Jiwoo shook her head.

“It’s not that.” She said. “I think it’s more that he doesn’t like to do a crap performance. A lot rests on his shoulders.”

“Yeah.” Muttered Kihyun. “He only relaxes around his little gang over there.” He nudged his head to the right.

You looked over to the table, where eight honestly beautiful looking people were all chatting together. One girl were, with jet black hair and a cute smile holding hands with the guy next to her. He was tall and had broad shoulders, even for a ballet dancer. He had blonde hair and it surprisingly really suited him. Right for them wolfing down his dinner like he hadn’t eaten in months, sat a tall slim but also muscular guy. He had parted black bangs and a cheeky grin. Next to him sat four others around the big table. They were all eight having a quiet but obviously funny conversation, as they kept grinning and laughing.

“Who are they?” You asked Jiwoo.

“The couple is Dawon and Jin. The one wolfing down his food is Jungkook and next to him is Taehyung, Namjoon, Yoongi and Hoseok. Dawon is actually Hoseok’s twin, and Jin, Namjoon and Taehyung is the sons of Master Jinho and Mistress Hyejin.”

“Wow I’m surprised they let the Jin one get so muscular.” You said, staring at his wide set of shoulders.

“Most of the time he’s supporting Dawon. She owns the stage when she’s on. She just needs him to lift her.” She shrugged. “They’re some of the best dancers here, along with Jimin and Taeyeon of course. But yeah, they’re basically his crew. They break all sorts of unimportant rules.”

“Speaking of rules.” Murmured Kihyun, his eyes on the teacher’s table. You turned around. A man stood up, he was maybe in his fourties with black hair and a dancer’s strong body. With a bit of 'shushing’ the hall turned quiet.

“Good Evening, students.” His voice echoed across the hall.

“That’s the headmaster, Master Jinho.” whispered Jiwoo next to you.

“There are just a couple of announcements.” He said. “Firstly, Master
Chung would like me to remind you all, that personal displays of affection are not needed in the middle of or in between classes.” There were a couple of sniggers from the students.

“Does that go for you and Mistress Hyejin as well, then, sir?” Called Yoongi out, leaning back in his seat. The hall burst into laughter. Master Jinho folded his arms, but said nothing.
It was Madam Hyejin who stood up and yelled.

“Who wants two hours cleaning tomorrow before breakfast?” Apparently she was serious, because the hall was once again quiet.

“Thank you, dear.” Said Master Jinho loud enough for you all to hear, then leaned in to give her a long, drawn out kiss. The hall was once again laughing. Master Jinho finally turned back to the room. “In answer to your question, Mister Min, no, it doesn’t.”

“Aww.” Moaned Taehyung. “That’s hardly fair!”

“Son if there is one thing you will learn from me, it is that life is not fair.” He smiled.

“By the way you and Mister Min can go to detention together.” He looked to the rest of the school. “And anyone who does show public displays of affection between classes will be joining them. Now, secondly, I am sure you are all aware that your termly assessments are coming up in a few weeks and if you need extra tuition you must sign up on the notice board in the entrance hall.” He surveyed the school for a moment, then announced.

“School dismissed.”

There was a burst of activity as everyone stood and headed for the kitchen window to drop their plates back. “See what I mean.” Said Jiwoo, gesturing to Taehyung and Yoongi’s little group.

You smiled. “I’m surprised Maser Jinho was so relaxed about it.”

“Well, he’s certainly not like that in classes. Out of the ballet studio, he’s very relaxed though.” She made a face. “You won’t find a tougher teacher in this school. He pushes us way past our limits sometimes.”

You both dumped your plates and headed back up to the dorm. It was seven, and you had an hour and a half to kill. Jiwoo had to go off and practise. You decided you would rather stay in the dorm and read. Reading had always been a way to calm down for you, but as you read through the opening passages of a new book you had just bought, you found your mind drifting off.

All you could think about was Park Jimin in that studio, his expression of such focus, and then of total serenity as he flew through the air.
You fell asleep to his strong, beautiful dance.

Behind The Story S2 | Pt. 4

Summary: They say things never go as planned and oh were they right. When you are giving a second chance in life, you’re only just begun to live. A baby girl came to the world but it doesn’t mean their road is over yet. The story about their relationship and family while shooting Supernatural and attending Conventions continues…

Author: sleepywinchester [prev. deanwinchester-af]

Characters: Jensen, Reader, Jared and Cast Cameos.

Pairings: Single!Jensen x Actress!Reader

Words: 4.1k+

Warnings: Fluff.

Beta: @doro7winchester (Thank you, love! <3)


Title: Happy Birthday, Handsome. 

A/N: Is been a long while, I know but I finally got to write another chapter for this series!!! Really hope you guys like. If so, please leave some feedback? xx



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Instant joy blossomed inside you once strolling into the green room. Fellow cast members who are here for tonight’s little concert in Nashville greeted you. While Jensen sang a couple of songs with his buddies, you took a moment to catch up with everyone. Instead of being here having a beer with Brianna and Kim, you were supposed to be back home in Vancouver with JJ. Having to say goodbye to your daughter was harder than speculated. This being the first time you were apart from her since she was born. But It was something you needed to get used to sooner or later.

Your maternity days were soon going to be over and you were really excited to start shooting again. You weren’t scheduled for this convention, it was a surprise you wanted to give the fans. You couldn’t wait to see their reactions once they saw you. Salute to Supernatural was something you’ve always loved. Singing along with the cast and fans, feeling like a big family and having a great time. Tonight, you felt like performing and what better way than being with two amazing singers, Brianna and Kim.

“Are you nervous?” Kim asked you, noticing the constant shake of your legs.

You shrugged giving her a nervous smile.

“It’s just… been a while, y’know?” you sighed. “I don’t want to fuck it up.”

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I need Alex and Barry to meet! Imagine those nerds talking about science ❤️ Brotp at first ramble

The first time they meet  – because Cisco has opened a vortex in Kara’s living room, again – she pins him up against the back of the couch, holding him up by only the collar of his shirt so he’s constantly in danger of toppling backwards as she lights into him, all how could you even think of bringing her to another universe without backup, and don’t tell me you gave her backup when the entire reason you brought her over was because you and your supersquad was so out of their league, whereas her family is literally trained to fight off alien invasions, and I don’t care how fast you are, Barry Allen, if you so much as consider taking her anywhere without me to back her up again I will chase you down, and I will catch you, and I will – 

She stops only because Kara takes one arm and Maggie the other, gently, cautiously, Kara all okay Alex, I think he gets the point and Maggie all whoa whoa whoa, babe, come on, it’s okay, Kara’s safe, it’s okay and Cisco’s all well damn I think we know who the Sith in the family is, and I kinda like it and Barry’s all I see now that thinking Kara was the most powerful one in the family was the wrong thing.

But when she lets him go, a small victorious smirk on her face at the wide-eyed fear in his, she actually lets herself listen to what he has to say – once he’s straightened up and dusted off and taken a deep breath and apologized, at least four times, for his error in judgment and it’ll never happen again.

“And actually Alex, um… Kara tells me that you and your girlfriend – it’s Maggie, right? Nice to meet you, I’m Barry Allen, and this is Cisco Ramon – are the science geniuses and forensics nerds in the family, so I’m actually here for your help.”

Alex would be irritated by the obvious flattery, but his eyes tell her that Barry’s sincere – that he doesn’t have an insincere bone in his body, and god, he so naturally called Maggie family – so she lets her stance soften as she watches Maggie and Cisco immediately develop the most complex, nerdiest nice-to-meet-you handshake she’s ever seen, and she can’t help but share Barry’s bemused smile.

“You’re a CSI, right? And you work at Star Labs? What could you need from me?”

Barry’s eyes sparkle, and Kara beams in the background. “Glad you asked.”

He digs in his back pocket for what looks like a small marble to Kara, but Alex gasps and leans forward and touches her fingertips to Barry’s to get closer to the metallic marble, tilting her head in a way she’s picked up from Maggie as her eyes flit between the marble and Barry’s excited eyes.

“That’s not a – ”

“Bioelectric dampener with the capacity to shut down the neural circuitry in cyborgs? It is.”

“But you don’t have a charging module – ”

“Exactly. That’s why I thought we could use your help. Disabling circuitry without killing the part of a cyborg that’s still human? Caitlin’s been working on it, but without the right – ”

“Capacitor, right, you’d need to – ”

“Stabilize the energy flow – ” Maggie’s leaning forward now, too, and Cisco and Kara glance at each other above the three of their heads.

“Pizza and potstickers and Star Wars?” Cisco suggests. “We still have to look for any differences between our earth’s original trilogy, and it looks like they’re gonna be a while.”

“Yeah, exactly! If you ever get tired of that red suit, you should come work for the DEO – ” Alex is practically squealing.

“Oh my god, I loved it in there, I mean Star Labs is amazing but you guys have space ships – ”

“You know I flew Kara’s pod into space last year – ”

“No way – ”

Kara grins.

“A while might be an understatement. You get the movie ready – I’ll order the food.”

“Donuts too!” Barry, Alex, and Maggie all call in unison, and Cisco and Kara laugh.

A while’s an understatement indeed. 

Well, Im crying right now ~Farewell~

Im gonna miss these babys

Byun Hyunmin (full of energy and enthusiastic)

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Yoo Hoeseung (aka Woohyun (Infinite) 2.0)

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He did so well along with Hyunmin as Mcs, they are even in sync!

Yeo Hwanwoong (a bunch of happiness, oh my god he was so happy in today’s episode, was the center ang got recognition for that (I guess seeing his happy face xD))

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I’ll miss you Flash (Zootopia’s character)

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Jeong Dongsu (there was something in Amazing Kiss stage that caught my eye)

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Okay it wasnt that gesture, but his stare damn

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Same Jihoon, same

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I will be all alone for some minutes okay?

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wait up for me M

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summary: your girlfriend’s finally home after being away for a bit and there’s no better way to celebrate than right on your couch.

pairing: seulgi / female reader

listen. between the new mv, the live stages and the seulrene performance at smtown i have a lot of feelings ok. 

hope you enjoy this quick lil smut with my favorite bear, rated m for language and what not. 1,312 words.

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Dating Iris West Would Include...

Requested by anon

  • Being the most adorable couple around
  • Always holding hands
  • Iris always kissing your cheek in public
  • Being the only one able to make Iris laugh during a dark time
  • Thinking her smile is the most beautiful thing in the world
  • And Iris thinking the same about you
  • Stealing each other’s makeup
  • You reading every single one of Iris’s articles thoroughly
  • And praising her all the time
  • “Seriously! You’re amazing. This is the greatest thing I’ve ever read. You’re gonna be a huge journalist one day.”
  • Supporting each other’s dreams and goals
  • Giving each other cheesy motivational speeches
  • And getting even more of them when you met Barry
  • Finding out Iris knew the Flash pretty early in the relationship
  • But not meeting them until a few months in
  • “Barry! You’re the Flash! I should’ve known!”
  • Having a lot of fangirl moments when you met them all
  • “Oh my god, Wally! Iris, why didn’t you tell me that your brother was Kid Flash?”
  • Wally, Cisco, and Caitlin shipping you two
  • “Iris, never let her go. I want her as a sister.”
  • “Let’s a shot every time Y/N and Iris do something disgustingly adorable.” “Cisco.” “You’re right. We’ll be hammered in minutes.”
  • Quickly becoming a part of Team Flash
  • But Iris being cautious because she doesn’t want to lose you
  • “You just can’t tell anyone that you know the Flash, okay? You can’t let it slip out. I don’t want any reasons for an evil metahuman to try to get to you.”
  • Both of you getting very overprotective, very easily
  • Iris getting jealous surprisingly easy
  • If a guy ever made a rude comment about either of you on the street, the other would go off
  • Always having your arms around each other
  • Iris loving to sit in your lap
  • Lots of cuddling
  • And cute kisses
  • Which always sometimes lead to hot makeout sessions and sex
  • Barry being jealous of your relationship
  • “Oh. They’re kissing. Great.” “Just be happy that Iris found someone.” “You’re right, Joe. But… still.”
  • Joe loving you like his own
  • Having lots of family dinners at the West house
  • Always getting questioned about when you’re going to get married
  • Wally lowkey wanting to plan the wedding
  • Telling each other that you love each other all the time
  • You couldn’t go one day without telling Iris that you loved her