shut-up-idiots

the spongebob movie is actually for real such a good movie and im not being ironic in any way like when kids on here say “high school musical is a cinematic masterpiece” like no shut up idiot im serious. its so well animated and well lit and it establishes the world and the characters so well that it likely could work as a stand alone movie. its so well structured and it make a me cry. its fucking good chumps!

Punk (Chap. 2)

Originally posted by kryzx

Summary: You’re head over heels for your best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.

Word count: 1805

Warnings: Cursing, low-self esteem, chubby!reader x bucky, idk….

A/N:  I hope you like this chapter, for some reason I enjoy it a lot though it’s not much.  I have a three day weekend coming up so hopefully I can continue working on my fics.  Thanks for your patience and I LOVE the feedback :]


 

Natasha Romanov was many things: ace assassin, hotshot hacker, super spy.  Pleasant in the morning?  No. Not one of her virtues. You might as well have poked a sleeping bear with a pointy stick; their reactions were generally the same.  Though the bear was more likely to let you live, come to think of it.  But desperate times called for desperate measures.

 The red head cradled her mug as she shuffled back towards the bed with eyes half open.  You took that as an invitation, though it probably wouldn’t work on vampires, you’d have to remember that should the time come.  You kicked the door shut and plopped onto the bed where a half-naked Clint was slowly entering the world of consciousness.  You signed “good morning” to him once his confused expression grazed from Natasha and back to you.  He grinned puckishly before speaking aloud, “Is it my birthday?”

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anonymous asked:

Prompt: Trimberly - jealous Kim and maybe a little bit of angst

You got it! 

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Tommy Oliver.

New kid. Tall. Brunette. Green eyed (appropriately). Surprisingly Popular (suspicious - no new kid had a right to be popular). Green Ranger (very suspicious). Tomboy. Straight-A Student (so why detention??? Also suspicious).

And the absolute bane of Kimberly Hart’s existence. 

The moment Tommy had arrived in detention, Kim had smelled trouble. Because not only was Tommy gorgeous, not only was Tommy funny, and athletic, and intelligent. 

Not only was Tommy Oliver basically perfect in the cut-throat adolescent world of High School, but Tommy Oliver was charming. Kim hated charming people. She especially hated them right now. Because right now, Tommy fucking Oliver was flirting with Trini. What’s worse? Trini was giggling. And blushing

And Kim couldn’t do a fucking thing about it. 

She’d been flirting (haha see what she did there? Pathetic) with the idea of asking Trini out for months. And really, who wouldn’t? Trini was damn near perfect. She was kind and intelligent and funny and absolutely gorgeous. 

And she was far too good for Kimberly Hart.

She was too good for the ex-cheerleader who was this close to being labeled a sex offender. She was too good for the girl who got so defensive over her own actions, she punched her ex-sort-of-not-really-boyfriend so hard without powers that he’d lost a tooth. She was too good for the girl who was so emotionally stunted she’d kept them all from morphing until Billy had died.

So no, Kim wasn’t good enough for Trini. But she wasn’t positive Tommy Oliver was either.

“You trying out your laser vision again, princess?” 

Zach’s amused drawl broke through her staring contest with the back of Tommy’s head. 

“Huh? We don’t have laser vision, doofus.” 

“Well you’re definitely trying to melt the back of poor Tommy’s head. What did she ever do to you, huh?” 

Kim glanced away just as Tommy shifted to reveal a surprisingly bashful Trini. 

“Oh.”

Kim sighed. Sometimes she thought the only one in their group who didn’t know about her pathetic crush on the Yellow Ranger was Trini herself. 

“Yeah.” What else was there to say? She didn’t have a chance with Trini, she knew that. And Tommy really was a good sort. Mostly. And hey if she could make Trini smile like that, who was Kim to get in the way? No one, that’s who. 

She feels Zach’s gaze on her, but she refuses to look up. She doesn’t want to see the pity in his eyes. She doesn’t see the thoughtfulness in his gaze, or the way his eyes flick between Trini’s furtive looks in Kim’s direction, and Kim’s hunched shoulders.

….

Trini slid next to Zach in their English class with and grunted out some form of greeting as she rested her head on top of her folded arms. She had a massive headache and really just wanted to do some yoga on her rock. She was not looking forward to debating Shakespeare for the umpteenth time this year with a bunch of pimply hormonal teens.

“’Sup, Crazy Girl.”

Grunt.

“Got a headache?” 

Shrug.

“Got anything to do with a certain green friend of ours?”

Head tilt, murderous glare.

Students were settling into their seats as the teacher wrote their assignments on the board, and told them to choose partners to go over the next Act of Hamlet. Zach payed the rest of them no mind.

“Funny thing, I think Kim’s got a headache for the same exact reason.”

“Wait, what?”

“Oh, it speaks!”

“Shut up idiot.”

“Ouch. Words hurt, you know”

“You don’t have enough brain cells to be offended by my awesome snark.”

“Damn, fine. I won’t tell you what Kim said earlier when Tommy was all over you.” 

“What the fuck, Zach.”

Zach buried his nose in Shakespeare and ignored Trini’s glare. Finally, she rolled her eyes. 

“Fine, o amazing Black Ranger. I only insult your awesomeness because I cannot even dream to match it. Alright? Just tell me already!”

Zach smirked. “Someone’s eager. And just how much Shakespeare have you been reading, Trinity?”

She kicked his shin under the table, hard.

“Call me Trinity again and you’ll wish Rita was back.”

“Ok, ok, jesus, leave my bones intact, Crazy Girl! I probably shouldn’t be telling you this, but - and I say this with all possibly love - but damn girl you’re oblivious. Even Jason figured it out, and you know that’s saying something.”

“Figured what out?” Trini was getting more confused by the second, and it wasn’t helping her headache in the slightest. If Zach didn’t get to his point soon, she’d punch him and deal with going to the principal’s office happily.

“Kim’s got a gigantic gay crush on you, Trini.”

Trini blinked. “Huh?”

It was Zach’s turn to roll his eyes. 

“Girl, the only thing that even comes close to your crush on Kim, is her crush on you. We both know Tommy just likes to flirt - especially with you, because you blush so easily when a pretty girl is paying attention to you -”

Trini kicked his shin again with a hissed “Hey!”

“ - Ow! What? It’s the truth! Anyway, I don’t think Kim’s realized that Tommy’s flirting is harmless when it comes to you. I mean hey we all know she’s got the hots for the hottest member of the team. Moi.”

Another kick. “Ow! I’m going to the police. This abuse is just unwarranted.”

“Zach, for fucks sake, please get to the point.”

“I thought I had? What’s that glare for? You need me to spell it out? Kim. Was. Jealous. Kim. Likes. You. Idiot. No accounting for taste, but - HEY!”

“Zach, Trini, is there something you’d like to share with the class?”

“No, Ms. Morris we were just, uh, having a disagreement over the meaning of a passage.”

Watching Zachary Kwan trying to appear innocent was not a pretty sight, but luckily, their teacher just rolled her eyes and moved on.

“What did I say about the kicking?? Jeez. And here I am, trying to help you out. Some friend you are.”

“Aww poor wittle baby. Suck it up, bitch.” 

Trini was quiet for a moment, thinking. 

“You’re not pulling my leg? Kim’s really into me?”

“Dude you’re like, Wynonna Earp level oblivious.”

“I don’t know whether to take that as an insult or a compliment.”

“Definitely an insult.” 

“Rude.”

Tommy’s next flirting target two days later, ironically, was Kim. 

Their training session for the day had ended, and they were all relaxing and nursing various bruises and scrapes under the coolness coming from the lake above the pit. Trini, observing Tommy’s flirting process, personally thought that the award for Wynonna Earp obliviousness should go to Kim, who hadn’t realized yet that Tommy had been flirting with her for the past half hour.

Trini had conducted her own experiments over the past two days to see if Zach was just insane or if his claim held any merit. She’d found, to her surprise, that he might, in fact, in some weird twist of fate, be right, and she’d been trying all morning to come up with a way to ask her fellow ranger out. 

And then Tommy had butted in, and Zach had been smirking at her for the past half hour, and winking every time Tommy said something even remotely suggestive. Now, glancing from Kim to Zach one more time, he waggled his eyebrows and tilted his head in a clear dare. Trini Alverado was not one to ever back down from a dare.

Taking a fortifying breath, she left her perch atop one of the rocks in the pit and stalked over to Kim and Tommy. Kim brightened at the sight of her, giving Trini butterflies, and Tommy’s eyes took on a mischievous gleam. 

“Hey, Tommy. Kim, I’m really sorry about this.”

Kim looked confused, and Tommy looked amused. 

“For what?” They voiced the query at the same time. 

Taking another breath, Trini grabbed Kim’s wrist and pulled the taller girl down so she could press her lips to Kim’s.

She could hear Zach’s whoop of laughter, Billy’s clapping, and Jason’s cheering in the background as she felt Kim’s startled exhale of breath against her face. A tentative hand threaded itself through her hair as she felt Kim move closer to her, press more firmly into her lips, and heard Tommy’s quiet chuckle next to them.

She pulled away from Kim, a small smirk on her lips and took a few steps backwards.

“We should do that again some time, if you’re interested.”

With a thrust from her legs, she propelled herself through the lake, hoping Kim wouldn’t be too far behind.

Missing You~Part Two Yongguk Angst

Originally posted by zainbap

*GIF is not mine credits to the owners.*

Words:1.8k

Genre:Angst

Part 1

After the alteration with Yongguk you stayed in your apartment for a couple days. You called in sick to work, and avoided the calls from your friends. Seeing him being happy without you just broke you a little more inside. 

Here you were crying and heartbroken about the breakup, he was happier than ever. It wasn’t fair. You lifted your head up off of your pillow and looked outside. It looked like it was about mid day. You called in sick to work again today. You sighed as you groggily got out of bed and went to the washroom. You needed to shower and brush your teeth. 

You were starting to stink. As you were about to get into the shower you heard a knock at your door. You groaned and walked to your front door. 

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Dating Leo Valdez Would Include

Request: Dating Leo Valdez would include?


  • You met Leo through Annabeth
  • He was very upfront with you and you kinda just clicked
  • You were always talking to each other but you never realized you were falling for him
  • It wasn’t until some of your friends started telling you how you’re always talking about him and how you just drool over his existence
    • “Oh my God! I fell so hard for him!” you looked at Percy and Annabeth. “Yeah,” Annabeth nodded her head. “You kinda did,” Percy tried his best to hide his laugh.
  • You became a little more distant with him because you didn’t want to mess anything up
  • He noticed and immediately started asking why you weren’t talking to him
  • You tried your best not to say anything but it kinda just slipped
    • “But all in all it’s only because I really like you. So, I just kinda steered around your path from time to ti-” “Wait for just a second, did you just say you like me?” Leo held up a finger as he looked at you. “What?! Of course not! Why would I say that- that’s absolutely…” you looked up Leo and down to the ground. “Yeah… I kinda did,” you chuckled nervously. “Great!” “What?!” you looked up quickly. “I said ‘Great’. How ‘bout you meet me at the lake at 8 tonight?” Leo started walking away. “Uh… I mean sure I guess… what just happened?” “He just asked you on a date idiot.” “Shut up Percy!”
  • It kinda started slowly after that
  • You automatically became the cutest couple at Camp Half-Blood
  • Leo would always bring you on walks around camp and you would just talk and hold hands
  • When sitting around a campfire he would make little fire hearts and things
    • “Leo! Stop! You’re gonna make the fire go out!” “Shut up! I am doing it for a totally good reason!” “It might be a good reason to you, but I don’t want to freeze my ass off because you’re trying to impress Y/N!”
  • Cuddling is like a daily routine, you cuddle at least an hour a day
  • He uses pickup lines all the time
    • “Hey Y/N?” Leo was already laughing. “What Leo?” you looked up at him. “How many letters are there in the alphabet?” he asked. “26, why?” you narrowed your eyes. “Oh really, I thought there was only 21. I guess I forgot U, R, A, Q, T.” “I swear if you use one more cheesy pickup line, I’m breaking up with you!”
  • Leo is still a major flirt with you
  • Sitting by the lake at night, just looking at the stars and talking
  • Playing pranks on your friends together
    • “Did you put the water bucket up yet?” Leo asked, a huge grin on his face. “We should be getting the signal in 3, 2-” “Oh my Lord! Y/N, Leo! You’re so dead!” everyone stopped and looked at the two of you. “Run,” Leo said taking your hand. “Go! Run now!”
  • Would fight every breathing living thing for you
    • Having to calm him down before he burns everything down
Slushied

Originally posted by chuckcriss

Originally posted by lolurnotgrantgustin


Pairing: Sebastian Smythe x Reader

Request: Hi! Idk if your requests are open but imma go for it: can you please do a Sebastian Smythe x reader thing where they are secretly dating because she’s in the New Directions and they wouldn’t approve? But she is the one that gets hit by the rock salt slushee and he gets all worried? You can go off from there! Thanks 

Word count: 1.678

A/N: Hi, sorry for the late post. I had no time in these weeks, unluckily. Anyways, I added some fluff at the end and I hope that you liked it. Honestly, I’m not happy how it turned out, but I had no clue on how to write it. I tried, though.

- G. x


Love is one of the most important things in your life. You’ve always dreamt of having a prince charming since you were still a little innocent child. You would always envy the Disney princesses and you would always ask your mum when was your prince charming going to arrive in your life. You were just so delightful at the thought of it and it caused you to be so thankful when your other half came into your life: Sebastian Smythe.

You loved the idea of having your boyfriend with you, but the situation became unbearable when the both of you had to hide your relationship from your friends.
Sebastian and you were both in a glee club, The Warblers and New Directions. It was just a shame that the two of you went in two different schools and your groups are always in competition, of course.

Sebastian was the leader of the Warblers and he was the most hated member, of course. He was a competitive person and he loved to annoy his opponents, provoking them with his unnecessary insults and ironic stupid jokes.

You found it hard to hide your relationship from your friends, because you couldn’t ask them for any advices or you couldn’t tell them how your date with Sebastian went. Sebastian forced you many times to reveal them your secret relationship, but you knew that your friends would just separate the two of you and they would never approve it. You loved Sebastian, but you loved your friends too and you just didn’t know what to do.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” Kurt shouted your name and you finally turned your head to his side. “Finally, the others have already gone!” He rolled his eyes and you snorted for his actions. Kurt was your gay best friend and his mannerisms have always made you laugh, you never knew for what reason.  

“Sorry.” You finally apologized when you stopped crying and laughing at the same time. He knew the reason why you were laughing and he threw you his empty water bottle, dodging it perfectly. “What is it?”

“The Warblers are already in the auditorium. Let’s kick their asses and get this chaos done.” You laughed at his intensions as you stood up from your chair and you walked towards Kurt.

“C’mon and kick their asses.” You agreed smiling, thinking that you will see Sebastian any time soon.

You walked through the auditorium arm-in-arm with Kurt and you started thinking of the mess your boyfriend’s group creating once again. They were competing against your group at the regionals, but then you found out that both of the groups had the idea of doing a Michael Jackson song. Probably it was your fault, because you left your papers lying around your house messily, but there’s no way you are telling you them that fact.

“Oh, hey losers.” Your cheeky boyfriend looked at you and your best friend as you entered the auditorium. Kurt rolled his eyes once again and you gave him a playful death glare, him trying not to let out a laugh.

“Shut up, idiot.” Santana blurted out. “I think it’s time that I show you a little Lima Heights hospitality.”

“Unless you want to join your relatives in prison, that’s probably not the best idea.” He flashed her a flirty smirk and Santana crossed her arms furiously.

“Smythe, shut your filthy mouth.” You seriously said to him as you went near the auditorium stage. He crossed the line with that offense and he just rolled his eyes, letting you know that the fun has just started. “So why can’t we start fixing this mess?” You stood in the middle of the stage, having Sebastian behind you.

“I demand satisfaction in Warbler tradition.” Sebastian courageously challenged your group.

“Then let’s have a dual.” Kurt sassily answered Sebastian.

“Alright.” Sebastian confidently said, annoying your group members even more.

“We aren’t scared, Warblers.” Artie said as he rolled his wheels forward, nearing himself on the stage.

“You really think you’re that bad?” Sebastian smirked once again. “Is that what they teach you at that little public school of yours?”

“Let’s get it on.” Blaine then butted in, not minding what Sebastian has said, as the members of both groups went on the stage. People were divided in two big groups as the beat of Michael Jackson’s Bad started to be heard.

New Directions started to sing and dance with the Warblers and you didn’t mind that Sebastian dropped hints of you being together during your performance, also because your friends were busy on showing their best.

The most of the time, you were looking at your boyfriend’s eyes and you wanted to hug him in the middle of the song. You wanted to stop this battle between your group, because it was hard to pretend that you both hated each other and
Sebastian needed to moderate his words, because he really offended people with his sass.

You then lost Sebastian’s gaze, realizing that Kurt pulled you further and he blocked your way from Sebastian. You knew that he noticed the tension between you and Sebastian and he tried to protect you, even though you knew that Sebastian would never hurt you.

You then noticed Sebastian taking out a large white paper cup from a brown paper bag. You corrugated your forehead and you started to walk fast towards him, bumping people when you needed to. You knew that Sebastian could play dirty sometimes and you wanted to stop whatever his plans were.

“(Y/N)!” You heard Kurt shouting, but suddenly the song’s beat faded and you felt a cold and stinging liquid running down your face.

You shouted for pain and sting that you were feeling on your face.

“(Y/N)!” Your friends shouted your name.

You were about to fall on the ground, when you felt two familiar strong arms catch your weak body. You couldn’t see anything and you heard nothing, except for your sharp shouts.

“Fuck, Smythe!” You then heard Kurt, anger in his voice.

“You’re paying for this, Smythe.” You heard Santana’s sassiness. The next thing you heard was that your friends were blaming Sebastian because of what happened.

“Quiet, losers!” You then heard your boyfriend’s loud voice. “(Y/N), are you okay?”

“I can’t see and my face stings, Smythe!” You bitterly answered him. How could he ask a question like that when he obviously knew the answer?

“I am sorry,” You sensed the sadness and the regret from his voice. “it was my fault.”

“I knew it was yours, douche.” You answered him sassily, still bearing with the pain.

“Can you open your eyes?” It was Artie’s voice.

“No, don’t! It had rock salt in it.” Sebastian worriedly answered. You felt him wiping your sticky cheeks and you felt cold when the ice went inside your shirt. Your face was still stinging but the pain was bearable than before. “I’m really sorry.”

“You better be, Fievel.” I then felt someone’s hands held my forearm. “Let her go now.”

“No, I’m bringing her to the hospital,” Sebastian protested. “Whether you like it or not.”

“You hurt her.” Santana fought back, still having her hands holding your forearm. “She’s not safe with you.”

“It wasn’t meant for her, it was meant for your loser friend, Kurt.” Sebastian replied harshly. While your friends and your boyfriend were busy on discussing of what happened, you silently thought of how everything happened. The insults that your boyfriend was receiving from your friends just flew across your ears.

“Seb, I am cold.” You suddenly felt cold and you tightened your grip on your boyfriend’s arms. You felt him wrapping his arms around your cold body and you enjoyed the warm temperature that his body gave you, as you heard your friends commenting of how you called him and, obviously, for his gesture.

You were angry at Sebastian for his stupid and brainless actions, but you knew that he was regretting it and it wasn’t meant for you. He did something wrong, of course, and you are not tolerating him once you get better, but he was by your side, worrying. He cared for you and you knew that he always did, even after all those playful insults he told you in front of your friends.

“I’m bringing you to the hospital now, mon bébé.” You massacred your lower lip with your white teeth when you heard how he called you in front of your friends. “Don’t worry, okay?”

“Mon bébé?!” Your friends shouted in unison.

“Oui, mon bébé!” Sebastian confirmed that you two were in a relationship and you heard your friends talking about it. You then felt Sebastian carrying you in a bridal style, assuming that he was finally bringing you to the hospital.

“I’m sorry, love.” You heard him say, noises weren’t heard anymore as the cold breeze of the outside air hit your freezing cold body.

“Asshole.” You playfully insulted him and you laughed afterwards.

“Okay, I deserved that.” He let out a giggle as he put you on his car’s passenger seat.

“You better know it.” You pouted and he let out another giggle.

“Stay still.” You did what he told you to do and you heard the car’s door slammed.

“I love you, (Y/N)!” He sweetly said as he caressed your sweet and red cheeks.

“You’re not buying my love just like that, Smythe, even though you’re worrying for me.” You didn’t hear him talk for awhile, but then you laughed out loud. “You’re in serious troubles.”

“I know.” He shortly answered.

“And I love you too.” You then smiled at him and you felt his warm lips touched your sticky and sweet forehead.

“I know that too.” You both snorted as he started his car.

You knew that Sebastian was an asshole, but you loved him just like that. He never meant to hurt you, but whenever he did, even though it was an accident, he was always by your side and he will never leave you, not even after he accidentally revealed your secret relationship.


‘Touchy’ Auston Matthews Imagine #2

You were hanging out at Auston’s house during one of his days off. He had invited over fellow rookies, Will and Mitch. The four of you were sprawled out along the three couches that were set up in front of a massive TV in his living room. On the TV, Detroit was playing Pittsburgh and the boys were getting into it. 

You were laying against Auston with a blanket wrapped around the both of you. He was rubbing your arm with his hand and you could not be more happier. Your little moment was interrupted when Pittsburgh scored. Will and Mitch went nuts. 

‘YEAH BABY!!! FUCK THE WINGS!’ The two boys screamed jumping up and down. You giggled at the sight of two grown men freaking out like teenage girls.

You felt Auston nestle his head in your shoulder and kiss it. 

‘I love you so much (y/n).’ He said kissing your cheek. You tried to hide your face in his arms that were securely wrapped around you but he just kept kissing your face.

‘MY EYES!’ Mitch screamed looking at you and then covering his eyes while Will was making gagging noises.

‘Shut up you idiots.’ Auston says throwing a pillow at them.

‘You were so busy being all lovey dovey you missed the Pens score in overtime.’ Mitch said teasingly. 

‘You my friend, are whipped.’ Will said staring at Auston and raising his eyebrows suggestively. 

You giggled a little but stopped immediately when you heard a low growl from Auston. Mitch and Will started making whipping sounds that sent you into a fit of hysterics. 

‘Fucking idiots…’ Auston mumbled so only you can hear which caused you to giggle even more.

‘You’re lucky I love you.’ He said before attacking you again with kisses.

  • Junmyeon: I'll give you 50,000 Won if you can be nice to everyone for a whole day and stop with the sassy comments.
  • Kyungsoo: Done.
  • [Not even five minutes later]
  • Chanyeol: I DON'T LIKE THIS!!! I WANT MY KYUNGSOO BACK, STOP COMPLIMENTING ME! I THINK I'M GONNA CRY, JUNMYEON HYUNG WHAT DID YOU DO? OMG-
  • Kyungsoo: Shut the fuck up, you idiot.
  • Chanyeol: OH THANK GOD!
Underestimated- Andre Burakovsky

Originally posted by bulletproofwhale

Ok so here we have another Andre one! As mad as I am at the Caps… I still love Andre! So enjoy guys!

Warning: cussing, hitting of sensitive area

Anon Request: I literally love everything you write!!!!! Could you do one where you accidentally hit Andre in the balls??

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              You were absolutely sure this was the worst idea Andre had ever had. Period.

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Good Girl CH 1: Tequila and Bad Decisions

Chapter 2, CH 3CH 4, CH 5. CH 6, CH 7, CH 8, CH 9, CH 10, CH 11, CH 12 CH 13, CH 14, CH 15, CH 16, CH 17, CH 18, CH 19, CH 20, CH 21, CH 22, CH 23, CH 24, CH 25

I scan the crowd of both Asians and Americans but regardless of races I can say confidently that they are all pretty shady. My eyes go to my grinning friend Jihyo, who has somehow convinced me to come to a very nice club that just happens to be crawling with creeps. Some of her other friends had told her how amazing the club, EXO, was but seem to forget that you have to either look really slutty or really rich to get in. That is how I ended up having to take off my jacket and stockings and now have to stand in line in the freezing cold in nothing but a tight leather skirt and one of Jihyo’s crop tops that could pass for a bra. She is in a similar skimpy out fit, but she is actually wearing her only pair of shorts like that which meant I had to wear the skirt.

“How much longer?” I groan as I begin jogging in place, something I found easy in her five-inch heels.

She rolls her fake green eyes at me, “We haven’t been waiting that long.”

“It’s been an hour. What are they waiting for?” I glance down the line toward the closed doors.

“I thought you didn’t wanna come?” She teases with a confident grin.

I scoff at her, “I still don’t, it just happens to be better than freezing my ass off out here.”

“Maybe if you go shake it up there we can get in.” She gestures to the large bouncer standing outside the main door.

“Fuck that, I would much rather fuck Hoseok to get in,” Jihyo grins at the mention of her friend that works in the club and also happens to have a massive crush on me.

“Would you please? I offered but he didn’t believe me that you would follow threw.”

I glare at her, “You offered what?”

“Your precious virginity,” She grins at me evilly.

“Ugh don’t say stuff like that.”

She continues to tease me, “What, can’t handle the truth that you’re a 17 year old virgin?”

“Not all of us can be lucky enough to lose their virginity in a school bathroom when we were 14,” I snap back. She just grins at my mean words. “I can’t believe that you offered my virginity to some guy to get into a club,” I pause as I rethink my words, “That’s a lie, I expect nothing less from you.”

“I learned my bitchiness from you.”

“I’m giving this place five more minutes than I’m leaving, with or without you.”

She fakes hurt, “You would leave me to get drunk at a club by myself?”

“Yes, what will you do without someone to take care of your drunken self?” I pat the younger girl’s head.

Just then the doors to the club opened and the bouncer starts weeding through the people lined up in front of him. I’m not surprised when lots of the guys or undeniably less attractive girls start getting denied and pushed out of the line as others get to go inside. When it’s our turn to be checked out, again, I’m not surprised when the bouncer waves us in without as much of a glance at the fake IDs we worked hard to get, though I understand why. Jihyo is an undeniable beauty with her long raven locks and perfect doll like face. With the body of a fitness goddess and legs for miles, I have always envied her 5’6 height. Standing at a small 5 foot but thankfully 5’5 in heels, I’m still dwarfed next to the beautiful girl. Though I won’t admit it out loud I’m quiet a looker myself.

Being from a Korean father and a mother who is a mutt herself I was lucky enough to inherit some very good qualities from different races. The nice curves and wavy locks that I received from my dark skinned mom seem to fit my cat like eyes I got for my dad. Though I also got my short height from my dad’s side of the family too. My hair is a blend of them, giving me perfect loose, black waves that hang daintily against my back.

“Jooyoung!” Jihyo brings me out of my thoughts to have me gawk at the massive club with her. The bar is to the left; circle booths line two of the other walls while the huge DJ booth takes up most of the other wall. Lights flash as the music blares through the massive speakers making it hard to hear what Ji is trying to say to me. Realizing that I can’t hear a word she is saying she just nods her head in direction of the bar. I follow, our hands locked together to make sure we don’t loose each other in the thick crowd. Once we reach the bar Ji manages to find an empty stool that she quickly places me on. She stands close behind me, her hands resting on the bar, locking me in and all the others out. Even though I’m older Ji is taller and a little bit bigger than me, something that has made her a little over protective, though I don’t really need it in places like this. Even though she is always the one bringing me to them and the trouble along with her.

“Four shots of tequila!” She yells to the hot bartender, who grins at us. Farther down behind the bar we see none other than Hoseok busy mixing drinks and flirting with customers. So different from his normal cutesy self, he seems so much hotter with his hair pushed back and a sly smirk on his face.

“Damn,” I accidently say out loud. Ji follows my eyes and grins. That grin stays as the bartender places the four shots in front of us. Giving me two and keeping two for her self, Ji raises the first one and holds it up to me expectantly. I hold my little glass to hers’.

“To getting drunk!” She clinks our glasses and moves to drink but stops as I begin downing mine, “And to getting layed!” With that she does hers’ in one go like me. We both slam the shot glass back down on the counter, grimacing as the awful liquid burns its way down our throats. I glare at her little add in to our toast.

“I’ll sleep with someone when I want to!”

“Who said it was for you? I need some fun too, it’s been way to long.” She teases as she rests her head on my shoulder, grabbing her other shot and, again, holding it up to mine. “How about to you just doing something that will get you out of your funk and make you that happy go lucky girl I met in elementary?”

I give her a soft smile, clinking our glasses and down the shot. “Four more!”

“That’s what I’m talking about!”

“I’m so going to regret this in the morning.”

“Oh shut up, when was the last time you got actually drunk? You are the best person to be around when your drunk, you’re just so cute and friendly.”

“I turn into a child. That’s not how I want to be in a public area with creepy guys all over the place.”

“You’re a step a head of most since those killer instincts seem to keep working threw your buzz. I wouldn’t question anything if Freddy Kruger himself came up and offered me a ride home. But you, you can see threw the best con man after downing a bottle of tequila.”

“It’s a gift.”

“One of few,” She tease as she holds up a shot, “To me becoming a better judge of character and to you becoming more careless. I’m tired of being the only one walking up in a stranger’s bed.”

As more and more shots are downed and things wrong with my life are listed I have never been so grateful but so annoyed with this girl at the same time. She is the only person I share anything with, the only person who even somewhat knows what’s going on in the mess I call my head. But as she stands there telling me all the things I should be worried about or work on I get kind of angry. After having enough shots for now, I pull the tall girl to the dance floor with me, hoping to shut her pretty mouth up. We dance like there is no tomorrow, forgetting all that is troubling us; actually I seem to be the only one with troubles.

As hours fly by of dancing and more shots here and there my mind begins to fog. I stop caring about the unknown hands that grope me, too focused on my high and the music. My feet are numb and my legs feel like jello but I some how continue to stay on my feet. Jihyo is a grinning mess in front of me, twirling around and stumbling every few minutes. It has been along time since I’ve felt this good, this free, like nothing could ever hold me back. Jihyo would have usually abandoned me by this time and I would take that as an okay to find a way home but not tonight. I am no one’s babysitter tonight!

Suddenly the crowd starts moving toward the DJ stand, they all huddle, trying to see something that must be pretty interesting. Being the nosy girl she is, Ji tries to drag me along with the rest of the crowd to find out what is going on. I try to pull her away from the gawking people, knowing whatever it is, it can’t be good.

Running away isn’t a possibility with Ji trying to pull me the other way and the crowd pulling me as a whole. As my instincts scream at me to run, the sound of gunshots can heard above the music. The pull of the crowd towards the noise is gone as people try to avoid the bullets that are flying in every direction. My eyes scan the crowd, seeing at least a dozen people on the floor either crying out for help or already dead. Blood covers the almost empty dance floor. Without another thought I start dragging Jihyo to the bathroom as the rest of the crowd breaks out in a panic as they all drunkenly scramble to the front door. Some how through my very drunken state I’m able to maneuver Jihyo and myself through the small bathroom window, out into the empty alleyway. The cold nips at my cheeks as the wind blows it’s freezing air around us.

Jihyo lands on her butt, “Ya! That hurt!” She whines loudly.

“Shut up you idiot!” I scan the alley for anyone else who exited the club, finding a van waiting. On the other side of a massive garbage bin the back door to the club busts open. A long line of extremely attractive guys strut out, the last one, who is taller than the rest, has something large, and strangely human shaped, hanging over his shoulder. I slam Jihyo and myself up against the wall and pry that they don’t see us. To be completely honest, I couldn’t careless about my own safety but Jihyo has so much to live for, I don’t want to risk her life.

“Joo-ah!” She calls out drunkenly, drawing the attention of the last of the men.

God dammit you dumb bitch! I love you, but you dumb bitch! I scream in my head as I hear their footsteps coming our way. In a desperate moment I whisper an apology as I punch her across the face, knocking the drunk girl out easily. Quickly I throw the stray trash bags on top of her, hiding her from who ever is coming. I’m crouching down next to where I’m hiding her, behind the garbage bin when someone comes rushing down the alley way on my side. The person stops when he sees the group of men coming his way. I can easily see the terror on the poor man’s face as he reaches one of the over hanging lights just a few feet away from me.

My heart stops when another gunshot rings out in the alley. I watch as the man drops to his knees, clutching his stomach his eyes drift away from his killers to me. The anxiety building up in my chest almost bursts when the gun fires again, this time hitting the man’s forehead, making him collapse, his eyes never leaving mine. But as if my heart knows what is to come it pounds harder than I’ve ever felt it before, as the footsteps continue toward us.

The suspense of them finding me begins to annoy me. My chest is hurting from the tightness of my anxiety and my thighs don’t appreciate being stuck in a low wall sit for this long. But it finally happens. A man dressed in all black stands over the body for a minute before crouching down and going through his pockets. He pulls out the dead man’s wallet and flips it open, automatically finding something that makes him sigh.

“Poor bastard had a family. What a shame, should watch wear he wanders.” The man mumbles to himself, dropping the wallet on the man’s chest. I debate on whether I’m a horrible person or not for not busting out in tears at the fact an innocent man was just murdered in front of me and that I could possibly next. The low amount of empathy I normally have for people seems to have reached an all time low when I realize how I feel absolutely nothing for the dead man in front of me.

But instead I study the killer. He looks young, but from the way he carries himself I feel as if he must be older. In a nice suit, which was obviously made for him, he is extremely handsome. The uncaring expression on his child like face tells me this is something he has done many times before, something that should disturb me more than is does. Just as he is about to stand up he pauses, his eyes not really focused on anything. I resist the urge to scream as he tilts his head and his cat like eyes find me. “Hello there baby girl,” The cat man purrs with a threating yet attractive smile.

Songbird

Ch.1 Mystic Messenger Mafia AU

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[VIOLENCE/MURDER]


      It was what you had come to know as a typical night. The city was wet from the earlier rains, causing a moonlit highlight on the bricks and asphalt. It also kicked up an unpleasant stench, but one you had grown familiar with in all of your years of living here.

     “Alright, kiddies. Time to work,” a burly man clapped his gloved hands together before throwing open the back door of the truck.

     Barrels and barrels full of bootleg lined the inside. Thousands of dollars of product for the family to profit from, brought over on a meat truck they used frequently to disguise their hauls. But from where? The shipping yard, you guessed. Now if you could just figure out when it docked…

     “What are you thinking about?” the boy next to you asked.

     You hadn’t realized he’d been watching you. He scratched his hair underneath his cap before straightening it with a smile. Yoosung, or ‘Lucky’ as he was known, was always smiling. He seemed to practically skip instead of walk. Not the typical mafioso wannabe. But neither were you. In any case, he’s the closest thing you had to a friend right now. And you needed that.

     “That it’s cold as shit and I wanna get this over with,” you huffed.

     Lucky and some of the other boys popped up into the truck. They all shifted the barrels in their spots as if to weigh the contents before proceeding to move them. They had to roll a few of them down before you could start to dolly the liquor inside the small storage warehouse.

     “Attaboy,” the driver said gruffly and condescendingly. His wide hand pat one of them on the back as they wheeled a barrel away.

     “Turn the lights off, you nitwit,” the beautiful brunette, your capo-Jaehee, seethed as her heels clicked around the side of the truck and stopped in front of the driver.

     “S-Sorry, right,” he nodded before scrambling to the front to turn the headlights dim.

     “This is the last job for tonight, so make it snappy,” she played with her gloved hands, seemingly annoyed, “well go on!” she urged you.

     You picked up the pace and wheeled the barrel Yoosung placed on the dolly for you. A single one wasn’t too heavy, but do 5 or 6 in a row and boy were you feeling it. Towards the end of the truck you felt beads of sweat on the back of your neck.

     “What’s her deal tonight?” one of the boys whispered as you all worked to shift the hooch inside the storage room.

     You glanced back to see Jaehee and the driver. It looked like she was scolding him, all while gesturing to the truck.

     “Probably in a rush to get to the club to see ‘Pretty Boy’ sing his little heart out so she can drop her panties,” one of the guys joked and pretended to sing into a mic dramatically.

     “Shut the fuck up, idiot,” another one smacked him in the back of the head, “if I have to listen to any more of your stupid jokes tonight I’m gunna stuff ya in one of these damn barrels.”

     “Alright, alright, lay off,” he rubbed his head with a sour face, “I was only tryin'a lighten the mood.”

     A flash of headlights washed over you before being turned off. You all stopped to watch a black car pull up by the truck. You and Yoosung both paused, gripping your dollies and watching as a man in a brown trench coat stepped out and straightened his collar. Bits of red hair peeked from his hat and a serious expression plagued his face.

     “Shit, what’s he doing here?” one of the guys whistled menacingly.

     Though you had only seen him a handful of times, you knew who it was. Saeyoung, the Underboss. Or as people liked to call him-‘The Mad Hatter.’ You believed him responsible for countless hits over the years. And now you all stood to watch, though some of the outfit stayed back in the warehouse, exchanging quiet glances and pretending to work.

     “It’s a wonderful night, isn’t it?” Saeyoung and his two body guards met Jaehee and the driver.

     “It’s a bit too cold if you ask me,” Jaehee replied.

     “Ah, but it’s a clear night,” he looked up to the sky, “star, after star, after star. An endless void. If you look long and hard enough you can get lost in it. How many do you think there are?”

     He returned his gaze to the two of them, his solemn face unchanging. Neither of them spoke.

     “I asked you a question,” he turned to the large man, “how many do you think there are?”

     “Stars? I-uh…” you could almost see the man begin to sweat.

     “You can count, can’t you?”

     “Well ya, but I-I don’t know-“

     “Of course you don’t. There are too many up there. Maybe a simpler question, then? Since you can count and all..how many barrels am I missing from this truck?” he gestured to the meat truck.

     “Missing?” his big belly heaved with his now labored breathing.

      Saeyoung’s fist swung into the mans gut and sent him coughing to his knees.

     “Now, now. You’re good with numbers, remember? I’ll give you a second to count them in your head before telling me. And you’d better tell me. Or things are only going to get worse for you.”

     The man started to sob at Saeyoung’s feet, “I don’t know nothin’ about missing barrels I swear on my kids life,” he pleaded.

     “I don’t like liars,” Saeyoung grabbed the mans hand and pulled the glove off, “shall we count together? Maybe that will help.”

     He singled out the mans pointer finger, while the driver looked up to Saeyoung’s face in terror. His wet eyes were pleading.

     “One…” Saeyoung bent the finger back in a swift motion. The snap of bone was like a dry twig breaking under your boot.

     The cry in pain filled the empty street and the body guards stuffed the man’s mouth with a cloth before holding him in place on his knees. He struggled for a moment but quickly admitted defeat.

     “Two,” another snap of his middle finger, “three…”

     Even with the cloth to muffle, you could hear the pain bellowing from his chest. Tears streamed down his stubble-heavy face and his brow pinched together in agony. It took everything in you not to stop him. The cold metal of the gun on your thigh had never been more apparent.

     “Four,” the pinky was the last one and it broke easily, “four barrels. Now do you remember?”

     He let the mans hand fall before stepping back. The cloth was pulled from his mouth before shoving him forward into the damp asphalt. Shaking and nodding at Saeyoung’s feet, his right hand was a mangled mess now.

     “Good, I thought so. Now you won’t forget that number,” he tossed the glove at the mans face, “get out of my sight.”

     With his good hand he palmed the glove and clambered to his feet all while stifling sobs. Wobbling slightly and almost running into Jaehee in the process he started to walk fast in the opposite direction down the silent street.

     “Hm…I changed my mind,” Saeyoung reached into his coat and pulled a pistol to aim at the man.

     The truck blocked your view but the sound of the shot and the thud that followed were telling enough. Your legs were suddenly jello and a pair of hands held you up.

     “Keep it together,” Yoosung whispered as he grabbed you. You were just noticing his eyes had glassed over slightly and there was an indent where he must have bitten his lip.

     All you could think about were flashes of Saeyoung’s face as he held a gun to your head. ‘Lemme show you what we do to rats and pigs,’ he’d say, his sadistic grin being the last thing you see before he squeezed on it.

     “Someone clean that up,” Saeyoung gestured to the body before turning to one of the men, “you, get this truck out of here.”

     He handed a wad of cash to Jaehee, explaining that she was to deliver it to the man’s wife. It was to help her get by, at least for a little while, without a husband.

     He took long striding steps back to the car. His gloved hand opened the door and he turned to you with a smile before getting in.

     “Hey, Lucky! Both’a you, be in the wind before the bull arrives, huh?” he waved and got into the back seat.

     The bit of food in your stomach was trying to make it’s way up but you took some sharp breaths to calm your nerves as the car drove away. No wonder there wasn’t a soul at the station willing to try and infiltrate this syndicate. They all either laughed at you or turned a cold shoulder when you brought it up. Not even the feds were willing to acknowledge this level of organized crime was going on. Businesses and citizens alike accepted that this was just the way things were. And here you were, a cop gone under cover. A rat. A bull. The regret was like a thick syrup that clung to you. This was the first time you realized you were probably going to die. But there was no turning back now.

     “Come on, there’s still a bit of work to do…” Yoosung pat you on the back with a solemn face. It was the first time you’d seen him not smiling.

Brighton » Jack Maynard

Request: Hiya, please can you do an imagine where Jack and the reader were gf and bf for about 12 months. And they both go round to the Maynards House for the weekend and get up to loads of things - anna and the reader go shopping - brighton seaside - jacks main channel videos and vlogs. xxx thanks


You and Jack had been together for almost a year now and had been friends years before that. You had been introduced through Joe, who was your best friend growing up and the two of you immediately clicked.

You had met most of Jack’s family when you had been together for a few months, excluding his brother, Conor, who you had met the same time as Jack. You and their sister, Anna had chatted a few times before meeting over FaceTime. When Jack and Conor were visiting home you would have specific time slots to call him over FaceTime and the two siblings would occasionally pop their heads in before being told off, as it was your only alone time.

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locked out / danisnotonfire

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Knock knock. Knock knock. Kno-

“Coming, I’m coming!” You hear a familiar voice yell, followed by the sound of footsteps padding across the floor. Seconds later the front door of the flat opened, revealing a tired, curly-haired Dan, wearing his pyjamas.

A smile spread across his face when he saw it was you, and then a puzzled look replaced it. “Y/N, it’s eleven thirty, what are you doing here?!

You smiled sheepishly. "I may have went on a late night cookie run but then I forgot I left my keys in my apartment so now I’m locked out,” you shrugged. “Can I sleep here tonight?”

Dan let out a chuckle, moving out of the doorway. "You know you can, love.”

You walk into the flat behind Dan, your phone in your hand. “I also need to borrow your charger because my phone is about to die… and where’s that stash of clothes I left here last time?”

“I washed them and they’re somewhere in my closet, I’ll find them for y-”

“Wait, hang on,“ you stopped Dan by grabbing his hand as he turned around to see why you interrupted him, "you, Dan Howell, one of the laziest people on the planet, did laundry? I gotta say, I’m impressed.”

Dan laughed, dragging you towards his room. “Whatever, you should be thanking me. At least you have clean clothes to wear.”

You walk into Dan’s room behind him, landing on Dan’s comfy bed with a small thud, letting out a short sigh. Looking over the the clock on the wall, you saw it was quarter to twelve.

“Since you’re here, do you wanna watch a movie?” Dan asked, grabbing his laptop and falling onto the bed next to you. “We could watch Moonlight again…”

He stops once he notices you jokingly rolling your eyes.

“Totally haven’t seen that movie twelve million times,” you deadpanned, sarcasm clearly evident in your tone.

“Well, what do you want to watch, then?”

You pause, thinking of what movie you wanted to watch.

“Or we could just watch Fifty Shades Darker,” Dan smirked, although you could sense he was only kidding.

“Shut up,” you laughed. “We’re not watching that.”

Dan sighed, shaking his head in defeat. “Why don’t you get changed or something while I choose a movie that’s not Moonlight or Fifty Shades Darker. Even though Moonlight was a good movie-”

“Yes, okay,” you laughed, getting up from the bed. “Where’s my stash of clothes again?”

“In my cupboard somewhere,” Dan said, not bothering to look up from his laptop.

“That helps,” you huffed under your breath. Walking over to his cupboard and sliding open the door, you looked for the clothes you had left here a few weeks ago.

After looking for a few seconds, you saw them. But you also saw one of Dan’s comfy jumpers. Smiling to yourself, you grab one of Dan’s black sweaters and a pair of sweatpants and hurry into the bathroom of the flat.

Once you had changed, you made your way back to Dan’s room, where you could hear the quiet sounds of a movie starting. You walked in and sat down in your spot on the bed, next to Dan.

Dan wolf-whistles jokingly. You hit him lightly on the shoulder, failing to keep a smile off of your face.

“Shut up, you idiot,” you say, snuggling into his side.

7 years - BadBoy! Jeon Jungkook x Reader - Part 3

In all honesty this series was only going to have two parts but cause you guys are so damn cute I extended it.

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3 - Here  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Part 10.1  Part 10.2


When you had gotten home, eyes puffy from crying tears of happiness, you immediately video called Areum. When she had answered, she briefly panicked at the sight of your tear stained face and you reassured her that everything was alright. You spent an hour explaining the whole ordeal to her and then another explaining your relationship with Jungkook.

“Wait… so I, your best friend, did not know You and Jungkook are practically soulmates?” You choked on your bottle of water whilst having a mini coughing fit. When you had recovered, you snapped your head up and glared directly at the screen of your laptop.

“Soulmates where? We’re just childhood friends.” Areum tutted and shook her head. She the went on to give you a sly smile as if she knew something you didn’t.

“Oh come on Y/N. We all know which way this relationship is going. You have seen ‘Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok Joo’ right? The childhood friends always end up together.” You aggressively shook your head whilst you blushed heavily at the thought of dating Jungkook. It’s not that you despised the idea, it’s just it had never crossed your mind. Not with all the drama you’ve had to put up with for the past 2 years.

“Areum, your mouth is moving but all I hear is bullshit right now.” It was her turn to glare at you and she twirled her hair around her fingers innocently. “Okay fine, when you start dating you have to buy me… Ah! You have to buy me Shinee’s new album. Deal?” You couldn’t believe the nerve of Areum, making bets on your love life.

“Deal!” That didn’t stop you from agreeing because let’s be honest here, there was no way you were going to date Jungkook. You’d probably be killed by Hye Mi if you so much as hugged him within her sights. Actually, pissing off Hye Mi was a very tempting idea.

Scratch that. You could care less about her.

After bidding Areum a good night, you logged off and lay in bed. You were excited to go back to school but this time as Jungkook’s untouchable childhood friend.

This school year was beginning to look like a good one.

-

When you entered the classroom the next day, Jungkook was already sitting down in his seat, staring out the window. His ears perked up at the sound of your chair against the floor and he smiled when he realised you had arrived.

“Morning Y/N.” The slight rasp of his voice was enough to tell you he wasn’t used to arriving at school this early. He stood up and made himself comfortable on the chair in front of you, once again placing his head on your desk.

“Good morning Jungkook.” He chuckled and proceeded to pinch your cheek. Slapping his hand away, you flicked him on his forehead. “What? So you’re not gonna call me Kookie anymore?”

“Not in school.”  He pouted at you in a playful manner and nudged your shoulder.

“Why not? I thought we were friends.” You couldn’t stop the smile that spread on your face from his whining tone. Just as you were going to reply, Hye Mi stepped into the classroom, eyes taking in the close proximity between you and Jungkook. To your surprise, she just scoffed and made her way to her seat, sitting down and pulling out her compact mirror.

Jungkook completely disregarded her presence and continued to pester you, ruffling your hair. “Come on, you’re literally my oldest friend. You’re the only exception when it comes to calling me Kookie.” Out of the corner of your eye you noticed Hye Mi’s shoulders tense at what Jungkook had just said.

Whatever. It’s not your problem.

“Fine. Okay Kookie, just stop messing up my hair.” He grinned at you and began patting down your hair, making sure you looked presentable. You made small talk with Jungkook whilst your classmates began arriving, some giving you confused looks whilst others envy. The questioning stares proved to be too much as you groaned and hid you face in your arms. Jungkook simply laughed and left you to wallow in your self pity.

-

Lunch had once again arrived and you found that your table was still occupied by Hye Mi and her friends. You were debating whether you should confront her when you heard Jungkook call out to you. When he realised he had gained your attention, he began to gesture to the free seats on his table. Sighing in relief, you grabbed Areum’s hand and dragged her to the table.

Jungkook greeted you with a big smile and his friends followed suit. You returned their smiles and sat down, Areum cautiously sitting down beside you.

“Y/N! You decided to join us!” Taehyung literally screamed in your ear and you flinched. Yoongi whined at the loud noise and hit him on the head. “Shut up you idiot. Can’t get some damn sleep.” He went back to laying his head on the table and Taehyung stuck his tongue out at him. Areum was sat next to you, noticebly tense and you realised it was because she was literally sitting on a table with a bunch of strangers, save for you.

“Guys, this is my friend Areum. Areum meet Jungkook and his friends.” Jungkook beamed at her and pointed at Taehyung. “I’m pretty sure you know this is Kim Taehyung by now. Min Yoongi is the one who is sleeping and Kim Seokjin is someone you will always find either eating or looking at pictures of himself.” To emphasise his point he nodded his head in the direction of Jin, who was currently stuffing his face with rice.

“These three go by the names of Kim Namjoon, Jung Hoseok and Park Jimin. Although Namjoon hyung has a high IQ, we all tend to lose a couple of brain cells because of him. Hoseok and Jimin are always having dance competitions so that’s another thing to be aware of.” Areum giggled at his words and you sighed in relief, happy that she seemed to be comfortable.

“Guys, come to Jungkook’s party on Saturday!” Taehyung piped up from beside you, throwing an arm around your shoulder. You made eye contact with Jungkook, silently asking if it was okay and you saw him avert his eyes.

“Uh, yeah come if you want.” You didn’t particularly go to parties often but since it was Jungkook’s you were sure everything would be fine. Smiling, you turned back to Taehyung.

“Sure, we’ll come.” Taehyung cheered and Areum snickered at his antics.

You’d be as happy as they were if you hadn’t sensed Jungkook hesitate before. Why he seemed reluctant was beyond you.

-

The days slowly passed by and you along with Areum became closer with the boys, your old friendship with Jungkook coming back to light. Hye Mi became more jealous but seemed to notice Jungkook’s willingness to protect you so the weekly bullying came to a stop. She still found opportunities to slip in snide remarks but, as usual, you didn’t let it bother you.

When Friday arrived you began to feel suspicious over what could take place at this party. Jungkook had constantly asked you if ‘you were sure you wanted to come’ and that 'you didn’t have to come if you didn’t want to’. It was off putting but your desire to know why he was behaving in this way was stronger than the warning bells in your head.

He had given up by now and despite the guilty looks he occasionally sent you, you began to feel excited. You had obviously gone to parties before but none of the, were hosted by the most popular boy in school and you were eager to see what it had in store for you.

Lying in bed, you watched the screen of your laptop with intense concentration at the dilemma you were presented with.

“Okay Y/N. This skirt and top or this above the knees dress? I need you to concentrate on this.” Areum slowed down each sentence as if she was talking to a child and your eyebrows creased.

“The skirt and top combo, that dress is too formal.” Areum gave a firm nod, giving a dimpled smile. Dropping the clothes on her bed, she drew closer to the camera.

“But what about you? What are you wearing tomorrow?” Shrugging your shoulders, you rolled onto your back. “Whatever I pick out in the heat of the moment I guess. Areum… has Jungkook seemed a bit, I don’t know, off?” She placed a finger to her chin, clearly reflecting on the past few days. Eventually nodding, Areum eyes widened in realisation.

“Now that you mention it, he did ask me to try and get you to focus on your studies instead of coming to the party. It’s really weird…” The questioning look she gave you made you tilt your head in confusion.

“Don’t look at me like that! I have no idea why he’s acting like that too. To be honest, I think he doesn’t want me to come.” Areum stayed silent, allowing you to continue with your explanation.

“He seems like he’s hiding something from me… Ah whatever! I don’t care.” You received a look of uncertainty which had you nodding your head vigorously.

“Yes, I’m sure Areum!”

“But I didn’t say any-”

“Yeah, see you tomorrow. Good night!”

Closing the video call, you slammed your laptop screen down and huffed.

“Gosh I don’t want to think about that!” Deciding that it would be better to sleep instead of dwell on the situation, you crawled underneath your covers and shut your eyes tight.

Maybe if you ignored your thoughts enough, the uncertainty would disappear.


Imagine Naruto and Sasuke getting married.
They don’t do a big ceremony cause they don’t really want or need something big. Hell if it wasn’t for Sakura’s constant pleads to make it official, they wouldn’t even be husbands. They have a small, traditional one. Naruto cried and Sasuke couldn’t stop smiling.
Sasuke thought it would be best to keep their last names but Naruto insisted he didn’t mind taking the Uchiha last name. He knew how much this meant: its history, its present and Sasuke’s dream to rebuilt it. Sasuke, for the first time during that day, cried.
They decided on Naruto and Sasuke Uchiha-Uzumaki.
Naruto is the hokage and he keeps protesting about Sasuke being hokage too. The village obviously doesn’t accept at first but Naruto tries his best to smoother the situation. Even talking to Sasuke about revealing the truth about Itachi, about Danzo, about everything. He convinces the majority and Sasuke is received quite well after a while. There are others who don’t and are against it but Naruto doesn’t really care, neither does Sasuke. As long as they protect what’s precious to them and for those whom they care about that would be enough.
They play their roles incredibly good. No one has seen a more stable government since ever. Naruto, being sociable, having incredible social skills and natural charm, makes deals with no difficulty. Everyone loves him. It’s just a given.
On the other hand, Sasuke holds the power, the strength, the intelligence and justice.
Their synchronization cannot only be seen in political affairs. Seeing them fighting, now that’s a true masterpiece. Only a few have witnessed the Hokage couple in action, wether as a victim or the aggressor, simply because their power is so great not all remember what actually happened.
These idiots flirt. During battle.
Naruto would still be impressed by every little thing Sasuke does. Sasuke would finish someone off and Naruto would be amazed. Sasuke would immediately know and make fun of Naruto. They would bicker but it would turn into Naruto saying “Yeah fine that was actually amazing. I wish I could marry you again”
“Shut up, you idiot”
Both Naruto and Sasuke are extremely possessive and protective over each other during a battle against someone else.
If Naruto is hurt, he would say “you shouldn’t have done that” and as the man stares at him in confusion, a bolt of lightning would go through him with maximum potency. The man would drop, painfully burnt and an annoyed Sasuke would appear behind. “My husband is a bit possessive, you know?”
If Sasuke gets hurt, Naruto would lose it. He is short tempered and when Sasuke is in danger, he goes on full rampage. He will first make sure Sasuke is alright before turning to the one that caused it. No one knows what goes beyond that. No one comes back to tell.
They both travel as much as they can. Naruto trusts Sakura and Shikamaru to take care of the village when he’s out with Sasuke. They gather as much information as they can, they learn, they experience, they try, they meet people and many other things that would help them to make Konoha better.

You’ve Got To Hide Your Love Away

(For the record, the song by the Beatles is fantastic and I recommend. That being said, this is not like the song. Instead it’s basically just the entirety of their relationship)


“Chloe?” The redhead tilted her head up from the textbook she was currently staring at in Barden’s best little coffee shop, turning to face the boy who said her name.

“Yeah, Jesse?” Chloe asked, a sweet smile painted on her lips, one that meant for both peace and war regarding her Beca.

(Her Beca, she mentally scolded herself, noting the whole ‘friends with benefits’ thing they had going on hardly made the brunette hers.)

“I was wondering if you’d help me? With uh… Beca, actually. I know you two are close and I was wondering if maybe you’d help me ask her out?” Jesse nervously bounced on the heels of the shoes, grasping a textbook in one hand and a coffee in the other.

The thing about Jesse was he was a good kid. He was sweet and funny and nice. And although he had been pestering Beca for the majority of the year, the redhead couldn’t help but feel a little bad for him. It wasn’t like the brunette who was the object of his affection hated him. They hung out willingly every once in a while from what Chloe remembered. It’s just that Chloe had a good thing going with Beca. Secret, private, and sweet. This was a grey area.

“Oh um… I don’t really know why you’d want my help,” Chloe said, nervously smiling at the boy.

“Well I just know she talks about you a lot. How you helped recruit her for the Bellas and everything way back at the start of the year. It’s the end of the year now and… you’re a senior and she’s a freshman. I just figured you had some mentoring role and could… extend the service to me. Mentor me in the art of wooing her,” Jesse scratched his neck before grabbing the seat next to the redhead, “here, look!”

Jesse pulled out a laptop and notebook, opening them each up to reveal notes on how to ask the DJ out and a mix in progress.

“What’s this?” Chloe giggled, looking at the screen she was being shown.

“I’ve been trying to make a mix for her. And I was gonna get a boombox and stand outside her window, or maybe serenade her in the park or-”

Chloe had pretty much droned off, thinking about the time she jokingly made Beca a mix and serenaded her in the park with a small Beats Pill and some dorky ‘Dancing Queen’ By ABBA mixed with more ‘dorky jams’ as Chloe called them.

‘I’m eighteen you know,’ Beca had said.

‘You are the dancing queen, young and sweet, only eighteen,’ Chloe sang jokingly, ‘just doesn’t have the same ring to it.’

‘Whatever, you dork. Let’s get back to your apartment and I can show you how it’s done.’

‘The mixing or the serenading?’ the redhead cocked a brow.

‘Both. And maybe something else,’ Beca winked, grabbing the redhead’s hand and the speaker.

‘I like the sound of that.’

“That sounds… I dunno, Jesse. Sounds like something too cliche for her,” Chloe said, trying to give the best advice possible, despite it hurting her.

“Oh. Okay. Well… what do you think I should do?” He asked her.

“You know, I think you should just ask her. Honestly you shouldn’t have to rely on a big gesture to get her to say yes. She either will or she won’t, but it’s just a date you’re asking her out on. Not a proposal,” Chloe pointed out, collecting her things to leave.

“Where’re you going?” He asked innocently.

“I’ve got Bellas practice in fifteen minutes. See ya, Jesse! Good luck!”

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