sugar induced coma

The Mirage Heist  // Thief!Shawn AU // Part 2

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Summary: Shawn is a criminal mastermind and you’re in the wrong place at the wrong time….or was it the right place at the right time?

Alarms start going off the moment the guy you were with opens the safe door. Loud, blaring alarms that make you wish you could cut your own ears off. Everything goes from zero to a hundred real quick after that. Sunglasses comes running in followed by two other guys. There is a lot of yelling and ordering around. The guys who came in with Sunglasses start prying open vault doors along the wall with surprising ease. They leave some cash while stuffing others into bags and you can’t help but why not grab it all? Before you can open your mouth, Sunglasses is grabbing you by your collar and hauling you up off the floor.

“You, with me,” he growls and you pull back against his grip. He sets his jaw and you can see a nerve tick through his cheek. “It’s not an option sweetheart.”

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Hiii, could I request the RFA’s (+V & Saeran) reaction to a Valentine’s Day surprise or chocolates from MC? And what specific flavors of chocolate MC would make to suit each members’ taste? Thank you! ^_^

They’d all pretty much have the same reaction–love and appreciate MC for the chocolate, so I’ll mainly cover their preferred tastes in chocolates!


  • Yoosung isn’t really picky with chocolate
  • Like you can get him dollar store chocolates and he’d be content
  • But if he had to chose, he really likes those assorted boxes where you don’t know what’s in each piece of chocolate
  • He’d really just like the surprise of each bite and would love to feed them to MC


  • Like Yoosung, she isn’t picky but would not like dollar store chocolates, she can’t stand the taste of them
  • One thing that she loves in chocolates though is raspberry filling 
  • She likes a lot of the fruity fillings but raspberry is her favorite
  • Instead of eating it all together, she’ll eat out all of the filling and then eat the actual chocolate


  • He doesn’t eat too many sweets because he likes to keep up his body figure (it wouldn’t really affect him though because this man is b u f f)
  • But if there’s one thing he loves, it’s chocolate covered strawberries
  • If it’s just for him, one strawberry is gone in a single bite
  • But if he’s sharing with MC, it’s very romantic


  • Jumin isn’t a big fan of sweets, but he appreciates the gesture
  • During the rare times where he does want chocolate, it’s usually really dark and bitter
  • Try getting him an edible fruit arrangement instead lol


  • Chocolate with nuts is the ultimate combo for him
  • So you can make anything with those two in it and he’d love it
  • Chocolate bar, muffins, cookies, cake, anything
  • His diet is already bad enough LIMIT HIM


  • He really likes chocolate that is fruity in some way
  • Or caramel filling because mmmm caramel…
  • He doesn’t eat sweets often but he really enjoys chocolates
  • He’ll eat anything you give him because he loves you so much


  • Biggest sweet tooth ever, he’ll eat almost anything
  • He’s really fond of white chocolate and hazelnutty flavors though
  • Also hot chocolate!!
  • He’s gonna go into a sugar induced coma soon just watch 
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He waited on his couch, sitting cross-legged as time slipped past him. You left an odd occurrence since it was an early Sunday morning and you were the time to sleep in.

Of course, he had no say in what you do in the morning but he couldn’t let go of his observant behaviour. He just got back to a place where you could actually look him in the eyes, where there wasn’t another shoulder looming over your shoulder, no banana peeled bastard holding your hand. He snorted at his new nickname for your best friend, knowing you would flick his head for having such a thought but he couldn’t help it. He’s waited far too long for that bastard to get out of his spot, he wasn’t going to waste time this time.

He was going to make you his, no matter what.

His tail popped out of surprise when he hear your front door slam.

Be cool, Jeongguk, she just got home.

His ego wasn’t enough to tame the adrenaline rush he got from knowing you were just footsteps away. Were you lying on the couch with your arm over your eyes and sighing? Did you not bother to kick off your shoes as you entered your living room? Shit. Why can’t I calm down?

He figured the only way to stop his mind from running wild was to talk to you. He looked in front of the mirror that Mira made him install on the closet door, seeing his messy hair and his Iron Man boxers. Not exactly boyfriend material, Jeongguk. He went into his closet, finding clothes that say, “I just woke up but I still look half decent” and readied himself to knock on your door.

With a shaky fist, his hand made contact with your oak door and he waited impatiently. You swing the door open, looking annoyed until you made eye contact.

“Wasn’t expecting me, Bambi?”

“Good morning to you too, Jeongguk.” You let him in, laying down on the sofa and he opted for the chair near it. He eyed your outfit, a white shirt with red stripes, blue jeans and yellow sneakers. Where were you off to?

“What happened to you, Bambi? Usually you’re prancing around.” Prancing around? When the fuck did I become Jin hyung with his lame ass jokes?

“I’m not an actual deer, Jeongguk.”

“You’re just as cute as Bambi.” Jesus fuck, Jeongguk, how the fuck was she interested in you in the first place? God, you can do so much better than this.

“Thanks? I guess…” You sighed, the sound setting off alarms in his head. Maybe he was on edge from losing you once but he’s overthinking everything. It could just be the bakery didn’t have your favourite cake and you’re moping about it. Or you miss home, staying with your mom who supported you for most of your life. He didn’t notice you were staring at him until he turned his head.

“Did you just wake up?”

“Yeah.” Yeah, 40 minutes ago.

“Hm, never seen anyone wake up with perfect hair.”

“I’m not just anyone, Y/N.” God, am I always this cocky? Shit what if she calls me out on it- You giggled at him, making him lose his train of thought and he smiled comfortably.

“I see your confidence hasn’t changed.”

“I’m still your Jeongguk…”

“My Jeongguk?”

“You know, the awesome, handsome, manly guy that you’re head over heels for.”

“Never heard of him? Do you know where that man is, perhaps?” He tossed a pillow at you while you laughed at your own little joke, it wasn’t that funny.

“Haha, very funny.”

“Oh come on, Gukkie.”

“Oh, so now you use my nickname.”

“I thought you hated it.”

“I like the way you say it.”

“Is that so,” you got up, moving closer to him and resting in his lap. He stopped breathing as your lips brushed against his ear.

“Guk~kie~” Fuck. Were you always this much of a tease?

“Oh my, is the great Jeon Jeongguk blushing? I need to document this.” You took out your phone, ready to snap a picture. He had to think fast, the one thing that would distract you. He pressed his lips against yours, catching you off guard with your phone in your hands. You dropped it in your lap, placing a hand in his hair and another on his cheek.

He became drunk on the taste of your lips, the sweet taste of vanilla overrode his sense and he couldn’t pull his lips away for more than a few seconds.

He liked the way you tugged on his hair, your hands carefully not to touch his ears and he almost groaned at the sensation. His lips traveled along your jaw, a trail of sweet kisses trailing down your neck until he found your sweet spot.

“J-Jeongguk.” If he heard you say his name like that again, he doesn’t know if he can keep any self control. Instead he stopped, hearing you whimper and he almost gave in. The lingering thought of you still not fully knowing his hybrid status was still pending in his mind of the list of things he wants to tell you but he decided to check off a different one.

“I love you.”

You were in a relatively better mood than earlier, playing with his hair as he watched TV. His ears twitched against your jeans, himself forever cursed of hearing other people and things. If he had his way in life, he would mute the whole world to listen to just your voice for the rest of his life.

“I went to see Jimin this morning.” What the fuck would you go see him? He’s with my sister, something I still reject but that’s beside the goddamn point. He has nothing to do with you anymore.


“Are you angry?”

“Did you do it to get me angry?”

“Not necessarily, seeing as he liked me.”

“And he likes Seulgi now. I think they look great together.”


“Why did you see him? What did you say?”

“I didn’t say much but he had plenty to say.”

“What did that banana peeled bastard-I mean Jimin- say to you?”

“Banana peeled bastard?”

“Would you prefer ‘custard coloured cunt’?” You laughed, making him smile and you rolled your eyes as well.

“I’d prefer if you call him Jimin.”

“He doesn’t deserve that liberty.”

“Says who?”

“Says me.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“And you’re avoiding my question, Bambi.” He looked at you, his mind running every possible things that bastard could have told you. Jimin wouldn’t dare to cheat on his sister, would he? Fuck, even the thought made him want to murder that guy. Considering he flirted with his sister even though he was supposedly with you, he shouldn’t expect more from him but he wouldn’t be able to handle know he would treat his sister that poorly.

He would punch him from cheating on his sister, another for trying to mess with you and a third for just being him. God, the thought of him could make shake with bouts of anger. Fucking-

“Earth to Jeongguk.”


“You zoned out with a scowl on your face. What’s wrong?”

“I was just thinking about why you haven’t told me.”

“It’s because there wasn’t much said but the unsaid.”

“I love you and all but quit being Shakespeare, I don’t need that read between the line bullshit, babe.”

“Seulgi opened the door when I went over; wearing Jimin’s clothes and she couldn’t even look me in the eyes. I didn’t want to stick around much longer, especially with Taehyung in his Superman boxers.”

“Superman boxers, why were you-”

“I-I wasn’t looking there.”

“Then why are you stuttering about it?”

“I’m not.”

“Trust me, babe. I’m bigger than whatever you saw.” He said with a smirk, seeing your eyes widen at his statement.

“Jeongguk!” You squealed as he pressed a kiss to your ear, receiving a hit to his chest and you turn your face away with your hands on your cheeks.

“Bambi, are you blushing?”

“S-Shut up!” He laughed at how cute you were, nuzzling his head in your neck and you tried to push him off you. You were successful, running into your bedroom and he followed you to the door, which you promptly shut, in his face.

“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?”

“God, you really haven’t changed. You’re still a pervert.

“I’m not the one staring at some dude’s junk-”

“I wasn’t staring!”

“But you admit you were looking?”

“You’re the most irritating man I ever met in my life.”

“I’d prefer most attractive man you’ve ever met…”

“You’re not Woo Bin, last time I checked.” Woo Bin? She thinks Woo Bin is more attractive than I am?

“Woo Bin? Baby, have you seen me? I’m on a different scale.” He heard you snort, slightly hurting his ego but he wasn’t going to let you notice it.

“If you mean of arrogance, then I totally agree with you.”

“Babe. I’m sweeter, handsomer and overall better than Has-bin.”

“Prove it.”


“You heard me. Prove. It. Or are you sure your ego is up to the challenge, Gukkie?” He huffed at your mockery. Did you really think that he would let his ego get the better of him? Alright, you think I can’t be sweet, Y/N? I’ll be so sweeter you’ll get into a sugar induced coma? God, I need stop hanging out with Yoongi hyung and Jin hyung, they’re making me soft.

“You’re on, baby.”

He went to his apartment to change, settling on a white shirt, a pair of black jeans and his black sneakers. You skipped into his apartment, sitting on his couch and he joined you.

“We’re matching.”

“We’re going to be that couple?”

“What’s wrong? It’s cute.”

“Whatever floats your goat.”

“Isn’t it boat?”

“I said goat, Bambi.” You put up your hands up in defense and he slipped his fingers into the gaps between your fingers. He would never tell you, since it was quite silly and embarrassing but he loved the way your hands molded together. Your relatively smaller hands fit perfectly with his, reminding how perfect you were for him. He liked the way your palm felt against his, warm and soft and your thumb would rub against the back of his hand whenever you felt nervous or wanted him to calm down. The simple stroke of your thumb could instantly calm him down. He loved the way your hand s would leave the breathtaking scent of lilac and jasmine. The scent of you could take him from edge of madness to stable ground.

All these thoughts were just words that he could never say to you.  He wouldn’t dare to let one slip out of his mouth.

“Goat, it is.” He led you out of his apartment, holding onto your hand tightly as he walked down the street with you.

“You have somewhere in mind?”

“I’ve been meaning to take you but we never really had the chance.”

“Oh, where?”

The market.

“Don’t knock it until you try it.”

“So, you think grocery shopping is a sweet gesture?”

“Bambi, give it a chance, for me?” He kissed your hand, calming you down a bit and you two walked through the market. The first stand he took you to was grilling meat, the smell of beef and pork easily luring him in and the man grill the meat smile fondly at the two of you.   

“Ah, youth! It’s nice to see young people come to places like these. Miss, does your boyfriend here spoil you enough?”

“Oh, he’s-”

“Not enough, sir.”

“Spoil her more often; pretty young girls like her won’t stay for long if you don’t!”

“Yes, sir. Babe, do you want anything?” You looked down shyly, were you taken back by the fact he hadn’t denied that you were boyfriend and girlfriend. You succumbed to shaking your head and he just ordered enough for himself. You barely got past the stand when you took a piece of his meat.

“You said you didn’t want any?”

“I didn’t want you to spoil me.”

“It’s fine, Bambi.”

“Don’t hold back, unless it’s a million won then yes be proceed with caution.” You laughed at his silly joke, looking around the market and going to different stands. You were sifting through a carton of oranges and he grabbed a pair of tomatoes.

“Hey babe.”


“I love you from my head tomatoes.” You tossed an apple at him, thankfully it he caught before he had to pay for the potentially smashed apple.


“You laughed.”



“So corny.”

“At least I’m not stalking you.”

“Can I break up with you?”

“Okay, I’m done, I’m done. You can’t leaf me like that, I can’t romaine alone.”

“I’m breaking up with you.”  You bought a bit of produce, Jeongguk following behind you, He slipped his fingers between yours, knowing you were just messing with him.

“Oh, what a pretty girl!”


“Your boyfriend is very handsome as well.”

“He doesn’t mind being called pretty.”


“Oh, this jewelry is so cute.”

“You have a keen eye; these are my more precious pieces.” He stood there, watching you gush over pieces the woman was showing you and he smiled as you held up a pair of earrings near your ears.

God, you were so beautiful.



“Let’s go.”

“There isn’t anything you liked?”

“Not really.” You bit your lip, wanting to tug him along but a vibrant blue scarf drawn you to another stand.

“She really liked these.” They were simple and classic, dangling strings of gold wrapped around a gold frame. The white gems that hung from the golden strings sparkled in the light, easily catching his eyes and he understood why they caught yours. They were beautiful.

“How much are these?” He knew they would be pricey but he was whipped. He would do anything for you. The lady wrapped up nicely and he slipped the little box in his inner jacket pocket, catching up to you searching through racks.

“See something you like?”

“Besides you, no.”

“Come on, Bambi. You’d look great in anything here.”

“Oh, yeah. How about this?” You lifted a shirt that reminded him of that one weird grandmother he has. She was sweet to talk to, sure, she always smelled like a rose garden and had strangely tasty candies in her purse, she wasn’t that-

“Sexy.” You laughed, muttering to yourself ‘yeah, right’ before picking out something. He waited for you to come out, seeing you peek your head out the curtain.

“Come on, Bambi. I want to see you.”

“D-Don’t say it like that.”

“Don’t hide behind the curtains.” He got up, walking over to the curtain and not opening it. There were other people around, usually he would open the curtain without hesitation but he wasn’t about give a show of his girl to everyone in the vicinity.

“I look weird.”

“No, you don’t.”

“How would you know?”

“Bambi, I know.”

“Don’t laugh.”

“I won’t.” You opened the curtain, stumbling a little at Jeongguk’s close proximity and he placed his arm around your waist to help you stabilize.

“You’re tantalizing…” You could be wearing a garbage bag and you would put all the other women in the market to shame. He glances at your outfit, it was a peach tiered skirt with a little white too that you tied up.

“J-Jeongguk.” He stepped in the small area, closing the curtain behind him before kissing you again. There was something hypnotic about the way you looked at him, the glimmer in your eyes, the perfect tint in your lips, how a brush of your fingers against his his arm could set his whole body on fire.

He just couldn’t quit.

“Jeongguk, they’re going to notice-”

“We just have to be quiet, Bambi-”

“Is everything ok in there?”

“Yeah, everything is fine!” He teased you, kissing your neck while you tried to communicate with the woman.

“Okay… Would you like me to look at different style for you?”

“It’s okay; I think I’m okay with this one-”

“Just be quick, then. There are other patrons that want to try on the other styles.”

“O-Okay.” You flicked his ear, easily getting him off and he smirked at you.

“I hate you so much.”

“Think you pronounced ‘love’ wrong.”

“That’s cute, Gukkie.” You put your hands on either side of his face and squished his face.

“So damn cute.”


“You’re so cute.” You pinched his cheeks, stretching them as far as you could with a smile on your face.

“You’re hurting me-”

“So. Freaking. Cute.”

He bought what you were wearing after having a ‘discussion’ (there was no way in hell you were leaving without it, but he kept that to himself) and brought you to the beach. You managed to convince him to buy some ice cream, claiming it would be the perfect thing to end the day with.

You giddily took your cone, happily licking the frozen treat. He took your hand, holding yours and his shoes as you held your ice cream cone in your other hand. He pulled you by the coastline, walking by the calm waves.

“You’re so cute.” He took a swipe of your ice cream, placing it on your nose and you pouted at him.


“I couldn’t resist. Here, you can retaliate.” You happily return the gesture, laughing at the silly face he made while your finger touched his nose.

“That was oddly satisfying.”

“You’re such a weirdo.”

“I’m your weirdo.”  You smiled, looking away from him and he smiled back. There was a comfortable period of silence, you taking your time with your ice cream and him just admiring the sight.

“Did I prove myself?”

“Hmm, you were definitely cheesy, I’ll give you that.”

“I’ll take it.”

“You were sweeter than usual, Jeongguk.”

“Would this give me brownie points?” He pulled out the box, handing it over to you and you opened the box. You covered your mouth, your eyes flickering between the earrings and him.


“You have great taste, Bambi. They’ll look beautiful on you-” You kissed him, catching him a bit off guard. He held you tightly, you pulling away and gently stroking his fringe.

“You’re the sweetest.”

“Sweeter than Woo Bin?”

“Sweeter than Woo Bin, Jeongguk.”

~Admin Blake

Any Time (Connor Murphy X Reader)

WC: 2225

Warnings: Like one swear word, fluff, Connor can’t deal with his feelings

Summary: Y/N falls asleep on an outing to the orchard with her friends. Her dislike of flowers comes up in conversation, and shenanigans ensue

Tagged: @lildipstick @bellasabb @ahhhhamilton

A/N: For the anon who requested Y/N falling asleep in a park and getting flowers put in her hair. Also, I kinda forgot about Evan, so he’s not in this one. Whoops.

Y/N’s P.O.V

“Here we are! This was my favourite place as a kid!” Zoe said, gesturing around with her arms. I chuckled, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

“Trying to keep her from going here 24/7 was the biggest problem mom and dad had when we were young.” Connor muttered and I snorted, watching Zoe’s face fall.

“Shut up Connor!” Zoe said, shoving him lightly. Connor chuckled, ruffling Zoe’s hair as he did.

“It’s hard to believe that you two wanted to murder each other last year.” Jared mused, watching the siblings interact.

“I couldn’t agree more.” I said, resting my elbow on Jared’s shoulder. Jared flipped me off and I chuckled, sticking my tongue out at him.

“So, Y/N, how are you? I feel like we haven’t really talked to each other in a while.” Alana said, appearing in the other side of me.

“I’m doing pretty good. My sister Chloe just came up from DC to visit which is nice. I haven’t seen a lot of her since she’s been off at college.” I said, waving my hands about a little.

“That’s awesome.” Alana said, smiling brightly at me. I noticed that Connor and Zoe had already run off ahead of us, and I shook my head slightly.

“They’re ridiculous.” I muttered, running after them. Jared and Alana shook their heads, trailing after me.

“Hey… guys.” I puffed, doubling over slightly. Connor arched an eyebrow, looking at me judgementally.

“You are seriously out of shape.” He said, and he was met with a smack from Zoe. I stood up straight and glared at him as he rubbed the area where Zoe had hit.

“And you… are rude!” I said, still trying to catch my breath. Connor chuckled, and Zoe just rolled her eyes.

“Now we’re a gang.” She said, noticing that Jared and Alana had managed to make it to the base of the tree.

“Why’d you run Y/N? You could’ve easily walked.” Jared said and I rolled my eyes, sitting down and resting my back on the trunk of the tree.

“I wanted to run.” I muttered, giving Jared the finger as I spoke. Everyone chuckled, and I noticed that Connor had sat down next to me.

“Hey Connor. You remember when we were like 7, and we tried to climb this tree?” Zoe said and Connor chuckled, nostalgia crossing his face briefly.

“Yeah. You couldn’t get up to the first branch, and you had to get me to lift you up.” Connor replied, his hair flopping across his face.

“Those were the days.” Zoe said, looking out at the vast expanse of land that was the orchard.

“I hate to interrupt this beautiful nostalgia fest, but I’ve got snacks.” Jared said, chucking his backpack down into the middle of the circle.

We all cheered and I snatched the bag, violently undoing the zip. “Jesus christ.” Jared muttered, watching me with wide eyes.

“Dude, I’m starving.” I said, my mouth half full of the chocolate cake Jared packed. Everyone chuckled, and I felt my cheeks burn.

“You gonna share, Y/N?” Connor teased, plucking the bag from my grasp. I let out an annoyed sigh, swallowing the cake.

“So, Zoe. How’s school treating you, our little sophomore?” I said, crossing my arms over my chest. Zoe’s cheeks went pink and Connor chuckled, ruffling her hair.

“School’s alright. Mrs Waters is a bitch, though. She gave me a B- on my exam! It was clearly at A level.” Zoe said and we all erupted into laughter.

“I hate Mrs Waters. I’m so glad I don’t have her for any more of my classes.” Jared said and everyone nodded, even Alana, who normally hates bashing teachers.

“Does anyone else feel kinda tired?” I muttered, stifling a yawn. Everyone’s eyes turned to me, and there were a few muffled snickers.

“Nope. I reckon you’re just in a near sugar-induced coma.” Connor said, lightly punching my shoulder.

I rolled my eyes, letting out a loud yawn. “Wait, you’re seriously tired?” Jared said, and I nodded, my eyes half-lidded.

“You mind if I take a nap?” I murmured, and I heard Connor let out a hum of approval.

“Awesome.” I said, mostly to myself, and I closed my eyes fully. I tilted my head slightly, and I felt it hit something solid.

I could tell it wasn’t a tree based on the sharp inhale of breath I heard when I hit it. “What do I do?” I heard someone whisper, and I was a little too tired to register whose voice it was.

“Just let her rest there. She’s tired.” Another voice said, and I let out a sigh, feeling myself finally fall asleep.

Connor’s P.O.V

Y/N had fallen asleep on my shoulder, and naturally Zoe decided that it’d be fun to laugh at my reaction.

“Your face was priceless, oh my god.” Zoe said, wiping away tears she was laughing so hard.

“Shut up Zoe! I’m not used to this.” I said, glancing over at Y/N, her hair slightly covering her face.

“Yeah. We can definitely tell.” Jared said, laughing as he spoke. I glared at him and he flinched a little.

“Hey, you guys. I have an idea.” Jared said, and we all turned our heads in his direction.

“What’s the idea?” Alana asked, a curious tone in her voice. Jared smirked, and I began to feel slightly worried.

“You know how much Y/N dislikes flowers? I’ve never understood why, but she does.” Jared said and I frowned, wondering where this was going.

“Anyway, what if we get a whole bunch of flowers and stick them in Y/N’s hair? When she wakes up she’ll be super pissed, but it’ll be worth it.” Jared said and I chuckled, looking over at Y/N’s sleeping form.

“Ok. I’m in. How about you lot?” I said, looking over at Zoe and Alana. Zoe was smiling, and Alana looked like she was seriously contemplating it.

“I’ll do it. I know where to get some really pretty flowers around here.” Zoe said and Jared’s smirk widened.

“Miss Beck? Your vote is…” Jared said, raising his eyebrows in Alana’s direction.

“I think it’s a little mean, but it’s not like we’re hurting her or anything.” Alana said and Jared let out a whoop.

“Awesome. Zoe, Alana and I are going to go find some flowers. Connor, you kinda have to stay here because our victim is asleep on your shoulder. Sorry.” Jared said, shooting me a look of fake sympathy.

“Whatever.” I muttered, looking at Y/N who was curled up tightly against me. Her head was resting on my shoulder, and her body was pressed right against mine.

I felt the heat rise in my cheeks slightly, and I was thanking God that the other three had already left to go search for flowers.

“How dare you make me feel things.” I muttered, gingerly running a hand through Y/N’s hair. She stirred slightly and I froze, wondering if I’d woken her up.

Instead she let out a sigh and buried her head further into the crook of my neck, her hair tickling slightly. I let out a sigh and looked up at the tree whose branches provided a roof of some kind.

I tentatively slipped an arm around Y/N’s shoulders, and even though she was asleep, something akin to a smile crossed her face.

I let out a groan, feeling butterflies grow in the pit of my stomach. “We’re back!” I suddenly heard Jared’s voice, and I felt my cheeks burn.

“Shush. You’re gonna wake her up.” I said and Jared’s eyebrows arched, a smirk crossing his face.

“Since when have you cared about not waking someone up? You once physically dragged me out of bed.” Zoe said, a bundle of purple and white flowers in her arms.

“So what?” I muttered, trying to avoid making eye contact with any of them. Zoe just rolled her eyes and passed me a few flowers.

“You can put the first one in.” Zoe said and Jared snorted. My eyes widened when I understood the double meaning of what Zoe said, and I felt my cheeks burn at a temperature hotter than the sun.

“You guys are the worst.” I said, shaking my head as I picked up a flower. I took a deep breath and gently placed the flower behind her ear.

I took my hand away slowly, and paused when I noticed just how good the flower’s colours looked against Y/N’s skin.

“Ok, I did it.” I said, glaring at Zoe, who was smirking widely at me. She raised a hand in the air, the smirk still plastered on her face.

She kneeled down and wove a few of the flowers into Y/N’s hair, making an intricate pattern that left me wondering where she learned how to do that.

“Woah.” Alana said, watching as Zoe’s hands moved expertly through Y/N’s hair. I noticed that Jared’s eyes were wide, and I imagined mine were too.

“Your turn.” Zoe said, facing Jared. He nodded, looking at Zoe with disbelief before putting some pink flowers in Y/N’s hair. I was surprised at how well the colours went together.

Jared finished almost as quick as he had started, and Alana shook her head slightly before taking over. By the time she was finished, you could hardly see Y/N’s hair underneath all the flowers.

“Wow.” I breathed out, slightly surprised at how Y/N managed to stay asleep through all of that. 

“I know.” Alana said, a smile wide on her face. I looked down at Y/N, a peaceful look on her face, her hair littered with flowers.

Suddenly Y/N let out a hum, and slowly opened her eyes. She blinked a few times, before fully opening her eyes.

“Hi.” She said sleepily, her breath hitting my neck. I smiled shyly at her, and I suddenly became very aware of the fact that my arm was still wrapped around her.

“Hey.” I said, my voice a little shaky. Jared suddenly cleared his throat and I whipped my head around to look at him, Y/N following suit.

“Good morning sleeping beauty.” Jared said and Y/N rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed.

“What do you want, Kleinman?” Y/N said harshly, and Jared held a hand on his chest in mock offence.

“Someone’s testy. Anyway, I just wanted to say that we left you a little gift. What it is, you’ll have to find out yourself.” Jared said, smirking widely.

Y/N glared at Jared before sitting up, lifting her head off my neck. I missed the feeling of her leaning against me, but I tried not to let anyone notice.

Y/N went to run a hand through her hair, but she stopped when she felt a flower. She slowly retracted her hand, a mildly annoyed look on her face.

“Come on you guys.” She said and everyone chuckled, including me. Zoe shot Y/N an apologetic smile, but Y/N wasn’t having it.

“I’m never going out with you losers again.” Y/N muttered, standing up slowly. I stood up as well, stretching my arms out.

“Don’t be like that, Y/N. You look wonderful, and I’m sure Connor would agree with me.” Jared said, turning to me with a smirk plastered on his face.

I felt the blood rush to my cheeks as Y/N looked at me, her own face a dusty pink colour. “I, uh, um…” I stammered, running a hand through my hair.

Y/N let out a soft laugh, her eyes shining brightly. She leaned up and pressed a gentle kiss to my cheek, her lips soft against my skin.

She pulled away and smiled at me, as I raised my hand to where her lips were. “Thanks Connor.” Y/N said quietly, dimples appearing as her smile widened.

“Any time.” I whispered, still trying to process what had just happened. I was so caught up in my own little world that I didn’t hear the snickering from behind me.

“Get a room you two. Ugh.” Jared said, fake gagging towards the end of his sentence. I felt my cheek burn red hot, and I looked over at Y/N, whose cheeks were now red.

“Whatever Jared. Just cause you can’t get a girlfriend.” Y/N said, and Zoe and Alana laughed loudly. I smirked at Jared, who looked like he’d much rather be somewhere else right now.

“She does have a point, Kleinman.” I said, glancing over at Y/N. Jared sputtered for a second, desperately trying to find words to use.

“I’m sorry Jared, but this is too good.” Zoe said, throwing her head back with laughter.

“I hate you all.” Jared said before marching off, his face bright red. We all laughed louder, and I wiped away a tear.

“He’s such a softie.” Zoe muttered, still snickering. I let out a sigh and suddenly felt Y/N slip her hand into mine.

“How would you feel about maybe coming back here some time? Just the two of us?” Y/N asked, her voice a little shaky.

I gently squeezed her hand, and laced my fingers with hers. “I’m down if you are.”

anonymous asked:

for a bellarke halloween prompt how about an au friends-to-lovers where they enter a halloween couples costume contest because of a cash grand prize despite that they're just friends and not a couple but something happens to make them realize their feelings (i don't really have any ideas on that catalyst) but ya!

A|N: Combined this with another prompt I received, ‘well one of us is going to have to change and it’s not going to be me.’ + a little fake dating. Hope y’all like this!
The first time it happens, she’s fourteen, and she’s Princess Leia.

“No,” Bellamy snarls, plastic pistol in hand and a belt three sizes too big dangling off his hips, “no way, Princess. You need to change.”

Octavia makes a helpless noise at that— half snort, half giggle— before clapping her hand over her mouth to muffle it. “Oh, c’mon,” she grins, reaching over to kick at his shin, “I think it’s cute! People will think you guys planned it.”

Exactly,” he says, shooting her a venomous look, as if it’s somehow Clarke’s fault that they showed up in matching costumes. “I don’t want anyone associating me with the Princess.”

“Likewise,” she sneers back, crossing her arms over her chest. “I don’t know about Bellamy, but I know that I have a reputation to maintain. One that doesn’t involve being in cahoots with the school’s resident asshole.”

That pulls a snort out of him, the sound distinctly disbelieving. “Please,” he says, dismissive. “As if anything could knock that shiny little crown of entitlement off your head.”

“Hopefully it’s the same thing that knocks the asshole out of you.”

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Easter HC’s

Happy Easter my loves!

(If you don’t celebrate Easter then… Happy Sunday!)

((And if you prefer the religious aspect of the holiday then…. um… Amen? IDK IM NOT RELIGIOUS IM SORRY))

I felt that, since we currently aren’t accepting requests, I would write a little HC with some Easter themes for you guys!

Okay enough talking, here you go my dudes <3 ~Admin 404


               -He wanted to do something a little different for Easter

               -Instead of the standard basket full of goodies, he wanted to have some fun! Play around! Go outside for once!

               -“It’s so nice outside… it’d be a shame if we didn’t enjoy it…. if we just sat in here…. doing nothing….” “Yoosung are you okay? Are you sick?”

               -He grabbed two spoons, a bucket with some unfilled water balloons, and your hand, dragging them all outside

               -You helped him fill up a bunch of water balloons, laughing when you realized they had little patterns on them like Easter eggs or little bunny faces

               -He announced the two of you were going to have a spoon and egg race, but with water balloons!  

               -But he gets really competitive? But it’s always really playful, never hurtful!

               -He’s knocked the spoon so the water balloon drops, or he bumps into you on “accident”

               -After his 7th win, he’s laughing at you and gloating that “Shooting Star” is the best Water balloon racer there ever was. He stopped laughing when you hit him in the face with a water balloon

               -The rest of the race turned into a water balloon fight. The both of you ended up completely soaked, running, and giggling like children. Once you were out of water balloons though, you two used the spoons as if they were swords and continued to run around like complete dorks


               -“BABE WAKE UP I HAVE A SURPRISE FOR YOU” “Zen it’s 6 in the morning this better be important or I’m killing you”

               -He has you get dressed, hands you a piece of paper, and shoves you out of the house?? This early in the morning?? He won’t unlock the door?? YOU’RE GONNA FUCKING KILL HIM

               -The piece of paper had a location on it and a memory he had written down on it- it was the coffee shop the two of you and Jaehee frequent. When you got there, the manager handed you a basket with a single plastic egg in it, and another piece of paper with- surprise- another location and memory associated with it

               -After a while, the scavenger hunt got harder and harder. He’d write down a memory and you’d have to start to figure out where to go next

               -At each place, you found a single plastic egg. Curiosity got the better of you and you opened a few of them

               -Inside were different puzzle pieces? He put together a scavenger hunt for puzzle pieces? What kind of moNSTER

               -The last clue sent you home where he sat at the living room table, waiting for you

               -He helped you put the puzzle pieces together, the pieces revealed the picture you were putting together was your favourite photo of the two of you, with “I love you” scribbled in his handwriting in the corner

               -You absolutely loved it and couldn’t stop smiling at how dramatic and over the top he was with it, but it was still super cute! But there was a puzzle piece missing? You turned to ask him about it and you found him holding up a plastic egg covered in glitter. You opened it to find not only the last piece, which was a picture of a heart, but also a ring.

               -He turned a nice shade of pink but had the brightest smile when he saw your eyes light up. The whole day was amazing, fun, and just absolutely beautiful. You loved all of it, and especially him, there was no way you could say no


               -She woke up that Sunday to find your shared living room covered in hand-made paper decorations, coloured construction paper scattered across the floor, a basket full of goodies she couldn’t quite make out, and you standing in the center of the chaos with a large smile on your face

               -“MC, do you care to explain what all of….this… is?” She asked, side-eyeing the large paper rabbit you’ve hung against the bookshelf

               -“It’s all part of a game! It’s the Bunny Hop game! We pick these coloured cards, and move to that colour, sort of like Candyland!”

               -You gestured over to the basket sitting at the end of the “board”, and gave her the brightest grin you could

               -“Winner gets the basket of goodies!!! Okay okay, come over here!! Hurry, hurry!”

               -She laughed at your enthusiasm and joined you at the start, taking turns moving across the “board” from colour to colour


               -At the end of it all, she finally realized that you had rigged it so she would win. The basket was full of some of her favourite coffee beans, a bunch of caramel chocolates, some rare Zen merchandise, and a gift card for her favourite book store

               -She had no words?? You literally set this game up just for her to win? This is the sweetest thing anyone’s done for her in a long time

               -The two of you shared her chocolates throughout the rest of the day as she’s cuddled against you. As a thank you for the day, she cooks one of your favourite meals for dinner. she also makes you play the bunny hop game a few more times because?? Its cute and fun and she just wants to enjoy it let her have this


               -On Easter, you wake up to a basket full of goodies, correct?

               -When you live with Jumin, you wake up to like 5 different baskets

               -There’s even a basket for Elizabeth omg what a cutie

               -EACH BASKET HAS THEMES!!!

               -A few are full of items pertaining to your favourite interests/hobbies, another is dedicated to candies and chocolate, and the largest was by far the one he was most excited about

               -It held a beautiful outfit, dazzling accessories, and even some shoes??

               -He was grinning from ear to ear when you turned to ask him about it and he held out some tickets towards you

               -A play?? This dude’s seriously taking you to a play?? What a NERD but you couldn’t help but get just as excited who’s the nerd now, mc????

               -IT WAS ACTUALLY THE CUTEST LITTLE PLAY ABOUT AN EASTER BUNNY BRINGING GIFTS AND JOY TO CHILDREN AND YOU CAN’T BELIEVE THIS DORK TOOK YOU TO THIS (it wasnt even a play pertaining to the religious aspect of the holiday?? it was a grown man in a bunny suit?? and he loved every minute of it??)

               -When the two of you got home, you gave him his own Easter basket, full of cat-themed accessories, bottles of his favourite wines, and a hand-made coupon book full of tasks and actions he can cash in on (which he laughed at because?? you both knew you’d do any of these if he just asked)


               -It was too early in the morning and Saeran was pissed at the both of you

               -He had to hide dozens and dozens of plastic eggs around the house for the both of you to find

               -But Saeyoung was COMPETETIVE AS FUCK

               -He loves you, MC, but he’s gonna find the most eggs. He’s gonna get the most candy. He will reign supreme


               -There was one up like in the door of the attic? You found Saeyoung dangling from the opening

               -“Uuuuh MC, since you’re soo nice and sooo amazing…” “I’m not bringing you the ladder” “MC PLEASE”

               -He actually threw a pity party in the corner of the living room when he lost the Easter egg hunt? “YOU’RE BEING A CHILD, MAN UP, CHOI” “LEAVE ME ALONE MC”

               -At the end of the day though, the two of you sat watching cliché Easter movies and eating the pounds of chocolate the two of you collected

               -It’s not surprising that the two of you ended up in a sugar induced coma, spread out of the couch. Saeran looked at the two of you in disgust as he stole a handful of his brothers candy, so you’d have more than him when the two of you woke up


               -Why is there a large canvas sitting in your living room whERE IS THE FURNITURE

               -V was standing there in an old t-shirt and shorts, smiling at you proudly, which makes you question just what he has planned

               -The entire room is covered in layers of old sheets, painters paper, and cartons upon cartons of eggs scattered about the floor

               -“MC! Look! We can make art with paint instead of photos this time!” “But V, you have your camera set up right here, it’s set for rapid fire” “No it’s not, ignore that” “IT’S RIGHT HERE” “No it’s not”

               -Once you’ve changed into the appropriate painting attire, you look around for some brushes, and more importantly, some paint

               -You watched as he picked up an egg, smiled at you, and threw it at the canvas. The egg shattered, leaving a large paint splatter across it. That’s when it clicked that the eggs are hollowed out and full of different coloured paint

               -The two of you take turns just throwing different colours, laughing, and shoving each other playfully

               -After a while, throwing the eggs at the canvas turned into throwing them at each other. He even smashed a few full of light blue paint over your head

               -“Look, MC, now you’ve got hair like mine”

               -The fight didn’t end until the both of you were covered head to toe in paint, and he had enough pictures of the two of you playing to make a full scrapbook of its own. You even laid on the ground and made a paint angel, and he drew a little halo above you and everything


               -He watched in confusion as you filled a ton of different bowls full of vinegar and food dye

               -You had almost every colour you could think of and he wasn’t sure what you were even going to do with it?

               - After an explanation that, you take hard boiled eggs and set them in the liquid so you can colour and decorate them, he was just left with more questions

               -“Why would you do that? Couldn’t you just eat it? What’s the point?” “Stop asking questions and just dye some eggs”

               -He watched you use a clear crayon to draw some designs on the eggs, dip them in multiple colours, and tried to do the same

               - his first few eggs were literally just black

               -He actually enjoyed drawing little bunny faces on some of them. There were even little egg versions of the two of you!

               -A while later, he realized that the dye sort of…dyes your skin, so he wanted to mess with you

               -He got a paint brush and started to paint little pictures on your arm while you tried to finish dyeing the eggs

               -But it was really relaxing and you couldn’t help but let him do it. By the end of the night, the two of you were not only naked, but you guys were covered in adorable little paintings! He loved them a lot and didn’t want to wash them off in all honesty. Though the two of you reeked of vinegar and Saeyoung had to exaggerate and wear a clothespin on his nose the whole next day

Lurk Much?

Hey guys this is my 1st imagine on tumblr. The reader is a batfam sis and dating Jason. Y/N is your name. 

It was about 10 at the manor and things were going pretty slow. You felt like being a hermit and had spent the last few hours holed up in your room and catching up on Archer while eating a variety of diabetes inducing junk food. You were stroking your food baby with one hand while the other reached out to grab the last Milano cookie. Fuck. The bag’s empty. “UUGGGHHHHH”, you groaned over-exaggerating the situation. Whining, you got up from your bed and trekked to the kitchen to grab more food necessities. After stuffing your face with the last slice of Alfred’s quiche you grabbed a new bag of milanos and started walking back to your room. That is, until you saw your boyfriend Jason in the hallway- looking through a slightly opened door with an amused look on his face. You rolled your eyes and called out to him as you walked towards him,       “Lurk much, Todd?”. Jason’s head snapped up to meet your face and he proceeded to immediately shush you “SHHHH!” You rolled your eyes again- “Ok Stalker McStalker what’s so interesting?” “SHHHH!!” he glared at you and wrapped his hand around your mouth while bringing you to face the crack in the door. “Ok dear god Jason I’ll be quiet” you whispered “what is i-” You said as you peered inside the room “Holy Shizzz!!” you excitedly whispered screamed as you saw what was happening. On the far side of the room was Bruce talking to, well flirting, with a woman, while pouring them both drinks. “Oh my god! I didn’t even know she was over! I haven’t seen Bruce do something about his love life in so long! The closest thing I’ve seen to him being on a date was when he awkwardly invited Selina to brunch after she nearly killed him, and that was five months ago!!” you gushed. Jason’s snickered at your immature excitedness and went back to watching the history that was being made in the room. You strained to hear what they were saying. “So Mr. Wayn-” “Oh just Bruce, please” “Mhmm Bruce, such a lovely name. Although not as lovely as the time i’m spending with you”. You and Jason were both losing it at this point. “OMG this is gooold, we need to be filming this” you told Jason. “Babe yess” Jason responded “fuck i don’t have my phone- UUGHHH where’s Tim when you need him. I bet he has a freaking professional camera set and everything.” “What do I have?” Tim asked as he walked up to the two of you. “AAHH” you and Jason gasped and turned around. “Well speak of the nerdy devil” Jason retorted. “Hey!” Tim cried. “SHHHHHH!!!!!” you scolded them. “What’s going on?” Tim asked “What are you guys looking at?”. You and Jason both looked at each and  nodded before grabbing Tim’s arms and pulling him close to you. “Tim if you look, you’ll never be able to go back.” you said dramatically. Jason leaned in really close and whispered in a super serious tone “All of thou’s innocence shall crumble and thou shall become a MAN.” “ok guys what hell, your actually creeping me out here- Tim said. “Look.” you exclaimed and shoved Tim’s face through the door crack. “O my god.” Tim deadpanned. “I know right?!!” you giggled. Jason wrapped his arm around Tim’s shoulder “ See little bro? You should take some notes here and maybe you can actually talk to a girl for more than 2 minutes without fainting in the future”. “Hey!” “Yeah Jason that’s not nice, he talked to Steph for a good FIVE minutes before collapsing.” “In my defense I was severely dehydrated” Tim added. “Ok everyone shut up and watch” you scolded. You could see Bruce and his mystery date standing up near the fireplace and things were getting pretty heavy. “So Bruce what shall we do now?” “Well we could-  You could see Bruce responding and trying to look all manly and seductive while reaching his arm back to rest on the table, but.. he missed. His hand missed the table by an inch and he slipped. It was too much and you lost it. You shrieked “OH MAN HAHAHA”. You quickly realized what you had done but it was too late. Bruce’s head snapped up and his gaze met yours and the rest of his spying children. ‘shit!” Jason groaned. “oh my god” you fumbled “guys we gotta run” You screamed “RUN!!” The three of you took off and fucking sprinted as fast as you could. You could feel the energy coursing through you as you madly giggled and ran. As y’all were running you rambled“Oh my god guys maybe he didn’t see exactly who it was like i don’t know hah guys i can’t i just can’t oh mY GOD FUCKING RUN! RUN!!” “Y/n”! Jason yelled at you through heavy pants “If Bruce couldn’t tell who it was he knows now because of yoUR SCREAMING!” “OH SHIT THAT’S RIGHT” you cried out. Still running, you continued “IM SORRY GUYS I JUST HAVE SO MUCH ADRENALINE RIGHT NOW LIKE I HAVEN’T FELT THIS ALIVE SINCE I ACCIDENTALLY DRANK TIM’S 5 HOUR ENERGY ESPRESSO SMOOTHIE!! AND I- that was the last thing you unintelligibly yelled, as you tripped and face planted on the floor. Jason and Tim hadn’t even noticed you fell behind until you cried out in your best old english accent “ My good lord help me! I have fallen!” Jason whipped his head back dramatically and ran towards you” My good lady, fear not! I am here to rescue thou!” He grabbed you bridal style and continued “Where to, fair maiden?” You put on a serious look “Hhmm, OOH I KNOW, TO THE KITCHEN GOOD SIR. WE MUST GATHER PROVISIONS TO LAST US A FORTNIGHT IF WE MUST HAVE TO HIDE FROM THE FEARSOME BAT.” By now you and Jason had caught up to the still running Tim and you yelled as you passed him “FAIR KNIGHT, WE MUST AWAY TO THE KITCHEN” Tim just followed y’all while muttering under his breath “these people have problems”. When you got there, the three of you grabbed all the food you could then barricaded yourselves in to the game room. “Ok” you said “We’ve locked the door so Bruce shouldn’t be able to get in even if he finds us”. “And I’ve found The Seed of Chucky” Jason said while holding up a dvd case “or well at least one of the Chucky movies. Dear lord knows which one it is. At this point they’ve made so many- like for fucks sake guys one sequel’s enough. “ OK Spielberg we get it. You hate sequels. Now shush and play the movie” you commanded. So there you guys were an hour later. Tim had turned off all the lights and you all had preceded to built a pillow fort that you were now snuggling in . All three of you were in a sugar coma induced state and were staring wide-eyed at the movie. “Bitch don’t go in” you told the person in the movie as they walked towards a door. The music was getting super suspenseful and you, Jason, and Tim were clinging on to each other not taking your eyes off from the screen. “she gonna die she’s gonna die” Tim whispered meekly” The door was slowly being opened. The music was intense. Jason was clinging so tightly to your arm you thought it was gonna fall off. You could hear your heartbeat. The door creaked open. “Oh hey guys there you are!” “AAAAAAAHHHHHHH” you, Jason, and Tim screamed all at once. It. was. Dick. “ Sorry I scared you guys” Dick apologized. “ For the love of god man you gave me a heart attack” Jason glared at him “Also how the hell did you get in? I thought we locked the door?” “Well yeah that one but there’s another door right here” Dick said pointing behind him.  “Oh my god were fucking idiots” you said staring at the door. “So anyway guys, Bruce is looking for you. I’m not sure why.” “ Nope. Nopeity Nope Noooope” you said. “Guys seriously I’m sure whatever is going on he won’t be that mad” Dick remarked. “ HEY BRUCE THEYRE IN HE- Jason quickly spoke in a spookily calm tone “Grayson if you tell him were here , I swear on my already dead soul I will tell everyone about the bikini incident.” Dick’s eyes just went really wide and he gasped “You wouldn’t dare” “try me.” Jason retorted as he kept his glare focused on Dick. Dick just stared at him back for a second before slowly walking out the door and closing it behind him. “Oh yeah Bruce they’re not in there” you could here Dick say in the hallway ten seconds later and then the footsteps retreated and all three of you let out a collective sigh of relief. Sleep took over you pretty soon and you all fell asleep cradled in each others arms. Of course you didn’t escape the day of judgment, as early the next morning you eventually had to see Bruce and he gave you a long talk about spying on other people and that privacy is to be respected. The entire time Tim was just blushing like crazy and staring at his feet while you were focusing in on a very interesting spot on the wall. Jason of course was unfazed, and only opened his mouth to ask Bruce if he “got laid”. 

anonymous asked:

Can you please write a bughead first date headcannon? You writing is amazing!

Thank you! This one’s short and sweet, but I still think it’s cute so I hope you do too! Let me know if you want me to write another one where we find out what happens the rest of the evening!

First Date Headcannon: Jughead surprises Betty with a nice dinner at a made-over Pop’s, leading to an eating contest that Betty initiates 

“Juggie, would you please tell me where we’re going?” Betty stood in front of Jughead while his hands looped around to cover her eyes, completely shielding their destination from her view. “I feel really weird about not being able to see what’s in front of me. In fact I’m not entirely unconvinced that you’re not about to send me flying over a cliff.”

“Now, now dearest Bets, I was saving the cliff diving until our second date,” Jughead teased, gently guiding her through a doorway and spinning her around to face the surprise he had organized for her earlier that day. “We’re almost there. Take a step over that - yep - there you go. Okay, and three, two, one, open.”

Jughead dropped his hands from her eyes, allowing Betty to see that they were in Pop’s Chock’lit Shoppe. But it wasn’t the same old diner she had been coming to since she was a kid. It had been redecorated with dozens of twinkle lights and flowers, candles illuminating the room in a magical glow Betty had never seen before.

“Juggie,” she breathed, taking in the beauty of the restaurant with wide eyes.

“I know that we come here literally everyday,” Jughead began, taking her by the hand and leading her to the table set up in the middle of the room decorated with candles and blue and gold placemats lined with lace. “But I figured that I’ve purchased enough burgers in this place to send the entire Tate clan to college for a solid generation or two, so Pop had to owe me at least one favor. Turns out I was right and he agreed to close up early for the night. So the place is all ours.”

“It’s beautiful,” Betty whispered, spinning around to look from the table, to Jughead, and back again. “I love all the candles and the daisies and - oh - is that what I think it is?”

Betty spotted the glass waiting for her on the counter, her eyes lighting up as she hurried over to investigate.

“A strawberry peach pie milkshake made specially for Betty Cooper,” Jughead smiled as Betty lunged for the milkshake, scooping up a giant glob of whipped cream with her finger. “Your favorite.”

“I thought this was taken off the menu ages ago after Mercy Clemens tested it for her science experiment and proved that anyone who drank it was likely to fall into a sugar-induced coma after just a few sips,” Betty pointed out, taking a sip of the milkshake and smiling contentedly to herself.

“I pulled some strings,” Jughead shrugged, pulling on his suit jacket and looking entirely too proud of himself. “And not only that, but I got Pop to put it back on the menu for an entire week. I’ll take that hug now.”

“Ugh, Juggie, you’re my favorite!” Betty exclaimed, setting the glass back on the counter and throwing herself into Jughead’s arms. “Seriously, forget superman, you’re the real hero in my life. They’ll write comic books about you one day, mark my words!”

“Well tell them to start sketching now, because I also got Pop to agree to bottomless fries for the entire night,” Jughead informed her, leaning back to wrap his arms around her waist. “With the special seasoning you like so much.”

“This is amazing,” Betty beamed, reaching up to place a gentle hand on his cheek. “Seriously thank you for all this, but you didn’t have to go to all this trouble for me.”

“It wasn’t any trouble,” Jughead assured her, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear as he leaned in close. “And even if it was, you’re worth it Betty Cooper.”

Jughead met his lips to hers, and the whole world seemed to glow in that same magical white light that illuminated the entire room.

“Well, since we have all these fries, I think this calls for a little contest,” Betty suggested, raising one eyebrow at him as a sort of challenge and stepping back to gesture towards the multiple baskets of fries on the counter.

“You’re challenging me to an eating contest?” Jughead scoffed. “Do you have the taste for losing tonight, Cooper, because this won’t be a fair fight. I’ve been training for this since I learned how to chew solid foods.”

“Hey, don’t count me out yet,” Betty warned, turning back to point a finger in his direction. “Remember the 4th of July parade two summers ago? Who ate the most watermelon out of everyone in the neighborhood?”

Jughead smiled as the memory of Betty scarfing down slice after slice of watermelon flashed across his mind.

“And you even managed to avoid the seeds,” Jughead remembered, a tone of admiration in his voice giving away that even he was impressed by such a feat. “Okay, you’re on. But if I win, you have to watch at least half of the videos in my Hitchcock masterpiece collection next weekend without complaint.”

“Fine,” Betty agreed, her nose scrunching up in mock-disgust. “But if I win I get to wear your beanie for the rest of the night.”

“I can’t believe you went there,” Jughead muttered, narrowing his eyes at her in shock. “Fine, we have a deal. Do I at least get a kiss for good luck?”

“Not a chance.”

With that, Betty lunged for the first basket of fries with one hand and pushed Jughead away with the other, causing him to fumble backwards and giving Betty the advantage she needed to become the victor of the eating contest no one thought she could win in a million years.

{Requests are open!!}

anonymous asked:

Unpopular opinion: I don't like cakes that have excessive toppings on them. I really enjoy icing videos but then they start adding macaroons and lollipops and sugar glass shards and all this crazy stuff it honestly just really grosses me out, like the original icing was so cute and sugary enough, now it just looks like a mass of sugar induced coma.

haha i think this is actually the most popular opinion of the night xD

“Happy (Almost) Easter everyone!”

“Spring (for the Northern hemisphere is here, and with it brings the delight of enough chocolate to gorge yourself into a sugar induced coma.”

“Due to… unusual circumstances, I’ve somehow come into possession of an insane amount of chocolate. R.I.P my living room for the next couple of days: I can hardly move around in there.”

“I’ve been provided with all sorts of forms and flavours, and I know for sure that I’ll never be able to finish them all myself. That’s where you come in. If you wish to help me take all of this chocolate off of my hands, I’ll be teaming up with my dead counterpart @badlydrawn-ghostkakyoin to take on the role of the Easter bunny this year and spread the holiday calories cheer with you all!”

“To enter, you simply have to reblog this post, and one of the two (or even both) will send you out your chocolate! Though I suspect that a lot of chocolate lovers out there will send in their requests, so it may become first in first served. The sending of the chocolates may also take a while to organise, so people may receive their’s after Easter has gone by. I’ll try my hardest to get them out, but I also have work to do on the side. ;0″

Stay Cute

He was grumpy, oh yes definitely grumpy. Today was so uncalled for, like who did those people think they were anyways, royalty?!

‘What right do they have to go around calling me embarrassing and hurtful names?’ The petite boy thought to himself as he trudged towards his favorite coffee shop.

He aggressively tousled his chestnut brown hair, plump rosy lips slowly jutting out into a childish pout. He knew people were staring at him, probably pitying the poor man-child that was dulling their joyful streets with his negativity, but their judging was definitely not gonna stop him from stomping his tiny feet all the way to Cafe Papillon.

If he wanted to sulk, sulk he shall because people were just a bunch of meanies to him today.

Doe eyes lit up as the cafe’s sign came into view, his chocolate brown orbs twinkled in delight as he imagined all the sweets that sat behind the glass display case next to the register. Subconsciously, his short legs began to move quicker. He was excited to reach his sanctuary, it was here that he was safe. 

Why? Well because here he could stuff his chubby cheeks with desserts to his heart’s content. Eat so many until he either contracts diabetes or falls in to a sugar induced coma, ya know whichever one comes first, and he didn’t have to listen to his over the top friends fawning over his “cuteness”. He loved it here, it was the only place he never had to pretend to be something he didn’t want to be. 

The college student softly giggled with happiness as he got closer to the Cafe. Just being near the small building made him burst with joy, his bright smile so radiant it rivaled the sun. Just as he reached for the door handle, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, he thought of ignoring it but it kept buzzing so he quickly whipped it out to see that it was a call. Reading the caller I.D. he hesitantly took the call, bringing it up to his ear as he pushed through the cafe entrance. 

“What is it TaeTae?” he asked into the phone, a trace of annoyance could be heard in his high toned voice. 

The deep bass of his childhood friend’s voice answered him with a whine “please come back to the courtyard Jiminnie.” 

“Why, so you guys can make fun of my “fat cheeks” again?” he scoffed, “yea no thanks.” the bite could be heard in his voice even as he lowered it to not disturb the other customers while waiting in line.

Taehyung made a noise of desperation through the speaker, “Chim you know that Namjoon hyung was just playing, he thinks your cheeks are absolutely adorable.” 

“Tae you should know better than anyone that I am tired of being called “adorable” Jimin hissed softly as he reached the front of the line. “I’m twenty-three years old now, I’m a grown man who shouldn’t be referred to as “little Jiminnie” or “our resident cutie, I want to be seen as manly .”

“But Jimin,” Taehyung started, quickly being cut off with a “wait just a minute.” as Jimin placed his order for a caramel frappuchino and a slice of strawberry cake. Once he payed and received his change, the petite male walked off to the Pick-Up side of the counter to wait for his order. 

“So you were saying,” Jimin urged.

“I was saying that being cute isn’t all that bad ChimChim, everyone likes you because of your cuteness, you’re easy to approach and get along with and everyone practically short circuits when you smile.” the sweet teasing caused a dark blush to from on the boy’s already rosy cheeks. 

Plush lips pulled into a pout when a thought came to mind, “but Tae, thats exactly why most of the guys at school tease me, they call me a pansy cause I’m ‘too cute’ it’s just so frustrating.” 

A deep sigh came from the other side, “oh Jimin, who cares what they think, you shouldn’t change and have to be manly just to fit in with a bunch of idiots.”

“Yea I know.” a sweet sigh of defeat left his lips, he knew he might have been overreacting just a bit, okay maybe a lot, but he just couldn’t help it. Constantly being teased for not being masculine enough, just a tad bit feminine, was really starting to get on his nerves.

Taehyung’s smooth voice broke through his jumbled thoughts, “tell you what Minnie, just come back to the dorm and we’ll binge watch Disney movies for the rest of the night, we don’t have class tomorrow and we can pig out on some ice cream, how’s that?” 

A small smile tugged at his once pouted lips, “sounds great Tae.” the appreciation in his voice was prominent. Jimin hoped that his best friend knew how much his efforts to help cheer him up meant.

“I’ll see you in a bit okay? I came to get some sweets to take my mind off things, I’ll take them to go though.” the small boy said as he heard his name called for his order. After receiving an “alright” from his roommate, he bid him a goodbye and ended the call, turning towards the counter where his slice of strawberry flavored heaven awaited him. 

“Jimin?” a soft husky voice inquired. The boy in question looked up from putting his phone in his pocket, bright chocolate orbs met two dark intimidating pools of black and his breath hitched. 

The worker holding his order was absolutely breathtaking, the fringe of his raven locks fell into his beautiful almond shaped eyes that stared back at the petite male with the most heated gaze he had ever felt. Jimin trailed his eyes down from his eyes, followed the slope of the worker’s sculpted nose to his less plump pink lips, then traced the line of his sharp jaw. All the way down to the man’s broad shoulders, which perfectly filled his white long-sleeved button down shirt. He shot a glance towards the other’s name tag, Jeongguk it said, ‘an attractive name for an attractive guy.’ Jimin thought to himself.

The Adonis called his name again effectively catching his wandering mind’s attention. The petite boy looked up at the man a tad bit shyly, considering he had been checking the other out unabashedly, he replied with a timid ‘yes that’s me’ and stuck his tiny hand out to receive his to-go bag. The attractive male handed it over and gave him a slight smile. 

“Enjoy your sweets.” he said softly, “oh and you might want to check your order before you go, we have a new worker and they sometimes end up packing the wrong order.” The shorter male shot him a small nod and a reassuring smile as he turned in the direction of the nearest empty table. 

Once he reached the table he set down his drink and opened the paper bag containing his cake. Dainty brows furrowed in confusion at the sight of a neon blue sticky note stuck to the top of the plastic container. He reached his hand into the bag, chubby fingers picking up the note and pulling it out, he read it to himself and found himself smiling. 

‘Dear Jimin-sshi, I sincerely hope that you will ignore all those unnecessary comments about your looks. Being manly is so overrated anyways, consider yourself lucky that it looks like you haven’t aged a day over eighteen. I’m sure all those guys are just jealous that they don’t have your adorable charm, no one can deny that you’re one of the cutest people around. I know this probably doesn’t make much sense or it might seem really weird, but just to keep it short, I just wanted to tell you to stay cute.

- Sincerely the worker Jeongguk.’ 

Jimin could feel the heat of the stare directed at him, he looked just in time to lock eyes with the one who had written his note. Once Jeongguk saw the bright piece of paper in his hands, an attractive smirk tugged at his lips, he winked at Jimin who in turn looked away with a dark blush tinting his puffy cheeks. The blushing boy gazed through his brown fringe in the direction of his supporter, catching a glimpse of the fond smile that graced Jeongguk’s lips. The taller male mouthed a ‘stay cute’ at the cherubic boy and waited for his response. He received a blinding eye-smile in return and watched as the petite boy ran out of the cafe with a dark blush. 

Rushing out of the cafe, Jimin walked slowly back towards his dorm, he sighed dreamily as he thought of the cute worker, Jeongguk. “I was right, this is the best cafe around.” he said to himself while giggling giddily. 

And if it meant catching the attractive male’s attention once again, then oh yes, he would definitely ‘stay cute’.  

Annnnd I’m done! I think it could have been better, but I think this will do for now. This story is dedicated and sorta inspired by @staycute1234 I used your username as my title… hope you don’t mind. I was contemplating whether to post it or not and I finally worked up enough courage to finish and post it, so yea hehe.

Gilmore Girls Revival: Literati Sleepovers 1/?

This is a missing scene one-shot about Jess and Rory during the ‘Fall’ episode of Gilmore Girls: A Year In the Life. I was thinking about all of the possible funny/awkward/sweet moments we could’ve gotten had we seen how long and how often Jess stayed at Lorelai’s house. I’m not used to posting my work so this is a mess; however, if you actually like it let me know because then I’ll stop procrastinating on the other literati stories I’ve been working on! 

Not Sandeep’s Again

Luke was insistent that Jess stayed.

He hadn’t planned on staying in Stars Hollow for so long, he was only meant to help Luke get Liz and TJ out of that vegetable cult… only Liz would accidentally join a vegetable cult. But then the vegetable cult didn’t want them anymore and Luke was all alone because Lorelai decided to do Wild, and then they decided they were going to get married— only in Stars Hollow. Jess hadn’t stayed in town this long since high school but it was starting to feel like home again… this tiny snow globe of twinkly lights, and crazy people, and Gilmore girls.
He told Luke that he could stay in the old apartment above the diner, it wasn’t like anyone was using it lately, Luke moved in with Lorelai almost right after they got back together— it just seemed right. Luke wouldn’t have any of it though, he guilted Jess into staying with him rambling on and on about how he never came to visit and how Lorelai missed having him around. Lorelai Gilmore actually wanting to catch up is something that 17 year old Jess could’ve never predicted, but over time their relationship got better. Jess knew now how much of a jerk he’d been back then; it was no wonder Lorelai didn’t want him anywhere near her daughter. But now, he felt comfortable enough to be lounging beside her and Luke on their couch watching Willy Wonka with enough candy and take-out to induce a sugar coma.

“Shh!! Shh! This is my favourite part!” said an overly giddy Lorelai.

“Nobody’s saying anything…” Luke sat on the other side of her, “Would you stop hitting me?” he slumped even further into the couch as Lorelai pretended to be an oompaloompa. Jess reached over for a RedVine and smirked to himself; Luke was always happiest around her. Jess’ phone dinged, so he sat up to read the screen. It was an email about a shipping for the book press so he opened it and started typing up a response. All of the sudden, Lorelai snatched his cell mid-sentence and held it way above her head,

“Wha-?! Lorelai, what the heck?!”

“When I first met you, young grasshopper, you were more prissy about technology than my mother and now of all the times and all the movies you choose this exact moment to break the sacred oath of the Gilmore movie tradition?!” When Lorelai started pointing you knew she was serious.

“But it’s for work! I need to—“

“Ah-buh-buh-bah! No exceptions Jess! When little dancing orange people are prancing before your very eyes, you do not pull out your devices like Steve Job’s children!”

“Actually, Steve Jobs was very strict about how much internet his kids—”, Lorelai gave him a withering stare, “Luke! Will you back me up on this please?”, Jess pleaded to his uncle.

Luke, who had very expertly hidden from this couch convo took his fiancee’s side, “I’ve been through the Gilmore movie etiquette more times than I would care to admit. There’s no use, Jess, you can’t win.”

Jess sighed, “Guess the company will have to do without me…”

Lorelai looked vindicated and quickly resumed stuffing her face with popcorn when Rory burst through the front door and turned on all of the lights.

“Oh, I give up! My sincerest apologies Mr. Wonka.” Lorelai said to the screen. Luke and Jess turned around simultaneously to find a frazzled Rory Gilmore stumble into the living room, carrying huge bags of more takeout in her tiny frame. Her mom finally paused the movie and turned around to greet her daughter,

“Hey hun! How much time did Steve Jobs let his kids use the internet for every day?”

“I don’t think he let them use technology very much, mom.” Rory said. That was what he always noticed about those two, they were so in sync it was like they could read each others minds. No question was a weird question. Jess gave Rory a smug look at her response and Lorelai leaned into Luke like a five-year old who didn’t get their way.

Rory looked very amused as she placed her food on the floor beside the table full of junk food, “Have you been challenging her comical references again, Jess? You’re going to end up in Paul Anka’s doggy bed soon, you know that.”

“Paul Anka gets more freedom in this house than I do. Heck, he gets more pillows!” Jess argued.
Luke started to get restless, “Alright guys, I think that’s enough Wonka for me. I’m gonna head off to bed now, I have to be up pretty early tomorrow at the diner. Goodnight!” Lorelai kissed him on the cheek as he got up to walk upstairs. Rory quickly filled his spot on the couch beside her mom, “Jess, be a doll and pass me my food, please?”

“As long as your mom promises to give me back my phone!”

“Never!” Lorelai said indignantly before Rory could open her mouth. Jess accepted his defeat and reached down for Rory’s bags of food.

He instantly smelt what she’d ordered, “Ugh, really Rory? What is your obsession with Sandeeps?”

“You ordered Indian food again, Rory come on!” Lorelai chimed in.

“Oh you guys, stop being so dramatic! Pass me my food!” Jess tossed Rory the bags reluctantly

Lorelai pressed play on the remote control, “Are you planning on burning down the house afterwards?”

“It’s the only way to kill the smell.” Jess stood up and started clearing the table of the candy that no one was going to finish tonight.

“I’m an island.” Rory relented as she got up and carried her food to the kitchen.

“I’m guessing no more Wonka, then?” Lorelai called after both of them.

Come Trick-or-Treaters!
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Come Trick-or-Treaters!

@ask-raiton-and-nighthawk Asks:

So, for today’s Halloween, would you expect kids on your door trick-or-treating?

“I most certainly hope so darling!”

“I bought so many of these chocolates, bagged candies, and all sorts of goodies for the fillies and colts who come knocking on my door this Halloween night. Or as we say in Canterlot and all over Equestria “Night Mare Night~” … Eh… but seriously… They better show up… There is just no way I can eat this mountain of cavity and sugar coma inducing treats all by myself.”

Sticky Fingers

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Halloween is the best. I literally couldn’t give one shit about any other holiday more than Halloween, including birthdays and Christmas. It’s the funnest part of the whole god damn year and you can’t tell me otherwise. There’s a myriad of reasons. Cool as hell costumes, scary stories, new horror movies and the best reason of all; trick or treating.

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Astray -Part 29-

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The moment in which silence fills the void while a voice breaks it. Not even the steady sound of breathing could cut through the tension than came from your hesitation. This painful silence as his hand wrapped around your wrist, wanting you to face him head on and no longer avoid him was more suffocating than his hands around your neck.You could see with every second you simply looked at him, it fruited the doubt that grew in his mind. It brought you back to that night when you lost him, the desperate plea he spoke to your door. You sat on the floor, next to the door and silently tasted your salty tears as he called out to you. Your body was immobile, unwilling to slam open the door and jump into his arms. It seemed so easy, why wasn’t it so easy?


“I was just-”

“‘I’m sorry.”


“I’d meant to lash out at you like that or the other day when I fainted in your apartment. It must have been annoying for me to act like that.” You were stupid, absolutely stupid. There was still this nagging voice in your head telling you that he couldn’t trust you. That he didn’t need you. Didn’t you see how quick it was to move on?

“Seulgi broke up with me today.”

“Really?” You chewed your inner cheek, a nervous habit of yours and he stepped back. Your first instinct was to pull him back, not intimidated by his towering height and smoldering eyes. Even in all black and staring at you with such a blank expression, his presence was still inviting. The simple gesture had built the space that you emotionally built and you casted your gaze to the floor.

There’s the silence, the empty void filling with thoughts of what he would say next until he cleared his throat. Your head whipped in his direction, making direct eye contact before he looked aside from you.

“Yeah. Well, I hope you have a good evening.” He wasn’t expecting a reply, simply entering his apartment without as much as a second glance at you before you let out a heaved sigh. You wanted to reach out to him, pull him in a hug and simply cry about how much you missed being in his arms, resting your head against his chest, how stupid you were for not opening the door that night, how much you missed him.

Why couldn’t you just goddamn move? What the hell was stopping you?

“Good evening, Jeongguk.” You said to yourself before entering your apartment. The steps to the bedroom seemed heavier to take, the weight of the day weighing you down as you simply plopped into bed. The white ceiling greeted you, your hands covering your face.

How could you be so happy that he got dumped today?


You had your cup of hot chocolate, the sweet liquid warming your body and you happily sighed. Mina made you promise to spend the day with her, claiming all the guys around you were clouding your vision from what was important: her. You rolled your eyes when she said it, still rolling your eyes at the thought of it and heard a knock on your door.

You walked over, the knocking continued to persist and you swung open the door to reveal Mira dressed up. She walked in, mumbling a good morning before lying down on your couch and you shut the door, glancing at your attire. You weren’t dressed, wearing a Mickey Mouse large shirt and shorts. You weren’t expecting to see her do early and you hadn’t thought she literally meant all day with you.

“Cute shirt.”

“Are you mocking me?”

“A little. Did you make breakfast?”

“Let me guess, you didn’t eat and you want me to feed you.”

“You catch on quickly~” She patted your head, you pushing her arm away and heading into the kitchen. You shifted through your cupboards, looking for your pancake mix and not being able to find it. Mina entered the kitchen, rummaging through your fridge and you stopped to stare at her.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting a snack before breakfast.”

“You…” You waved the spatula in her direction and she smiled sheepishly at you.

“I think I can make breakfast for the two of you instead, you know you look really tired.”

“Out of my kitchen.”

“Yes, ma’am.” She left in a flash, returning to the living room and you started making the pancakes. You remembered the animal shaped pancakes Jeongguk made for you, trying to figure out your favourite animal by trying new animals every day. You noticed his little trick when all his pancakes started to only be your favourite animal.

“Mina-” You didn’t finish your sentence before she ran to the dinner table, fixing her clothes and hair before shooting you a large smile. If you left for just a moment, you’re sure she would eat her plate and yours. You bought the utensils and syrup before bringing the plate. She lightly put on syrup, eating with a knife and fork.

“For someone who ran to the dinner table, you eat pretty civilized.”

“I’m still a lady.”

“Yeah, a hungry lady.”

“Y/N, you’re drowning your pancakes. Sweet Jesus.” He said that last time too..

“I just like to eat my pancakes this way.”

“If you end up in a sugar induced coma, I don’t know if I can visit you at the hospital.”

“What kind of friend are you?”

“It’s tough love, sweetheart.”

“Jimin wouldn’t treat me like this.”

“Didn’t he break up with you? Were you two even dating? He was like an oversized puppy, following you around.”

“He left.”

“You don’t seem affected by it.”

“Why should he stay with me? I couldn’t love him the way he loved me. I still…”

“Have feelings for Jeongguk? It’s written all over your expression.”

“Am I that much of an open book?” You poked at your pancake,


“Can’t you fib a little? Your comforting sucks.”

“If you know it’s comfort, then there’s no reason to change what’s effective.”

“Just eat your pancakes, you robot.” She laughed as you poured a little before eating the rest of your pancakes. You went to change, settling on a baby blue dress and black converse. You just brushed your hair before joining Mina again, her eyes glued your TV set until you stood in front of her.

“I want to look at Lee Jong Suk’s crotch, not yours.” She groaned and you rolled your eyes, why was she so blunt?

“I changed, let’s go.”

“I guess I’ll see Jongie in my dreams instead.”

“You’re so weird.”

“You love me, Y/N.”

“Do I?” She pouted, you pulling her out of your apartment and locking the door. You recognized her car, only seeing it in pictures because she left school much later than you do. You sat in the passenger seat, Mina starting up the car before taking you both to the mall.

“Are we being the cliche best friends?”

“If you think I’ll set foot in Victoria’s Secret with you, you’ve lost it.”

“That’s my girl.” You entered the mall with her, despite the mall only being open for an hour, the place was bustling. Mina led you along, entering a small boutique.

“Oh, Ms. Kim! Welcome, and you’ve brought a friend!”

“Ms. Kim, eh?”

“That is my last name,” she turned to the associate, making her scurry away before turning back to you.

Judging from Mina’s hard and sarcastic personality and her sacred converse collection, you wouldn’t have thought she would come to boutiques like this.

“You have that judgey look on your face and I already know what you’re thinking. We have a triple date night.”

“And when were you going to tell me that?”

“When we were there already.”

“You knew I would say no and you were going to go through with it anyways.”

“I was thinking about you?” You crossed your arms, assessing the situation you’re in. Mina was now shopping for a mystery double date that she set up undermining your opinion and hoping you would still come because you were in a slump? When has getting over a guy with a new guy ever been effective?

“Clearly not enough.”

“What if I add some of our friends? Make it more of a group outing than a double date?”

“Why do you want me to go so badly?”

“I really like this guy and maybe I’ll get a chance with him tonight. I know it probably sounds like another way to convince you but this guy is really sweet. He’s so funny and every time he walks in a room, everything lights up. God, I can’t believe I’m gushing about him right now… He says his friend is in a slump like you are and maybe just needs a night out. Please~”

“I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this.”

“You’re the best. So, let’s start shopping, shall we?” She pulled you along into a different store, raiding racks of clothes and plying them in your arms. You almost topped over by the tremendous amount of clothes she placed into your arms and made a beeline for the dressing rooms.

She separated the clothes into the ones she thought would look good on you and then herself. You’ve tried on three dresses, five skirts with blouses and each time Mina had one single problem with them. You changed into her next choice, a black tank top with black jeans and a brown jacket.

“Hm.” She was wearing a little red dress, her boots mismatching but she wouldn’t trade her signature for anything.

“Switch?” You slipped into the dress after you traded under the stalls and came out.

“Perfect.” You both said simultaneously and laughed with each other. Slipping back into your own clothes, you two bought some accessories along with the outfits. Mina took you to her favourite shoe store, falling in love with half the pairs of boots in the store.


“But they’re so pretty.”

“Mina. Heels, wedges or flats.”

“Ankle boots?” She picked up a black pair with gold zippers, reminding you one of these you have at home. You made sure you got a gold pair of heels to match the gold belt you added to your red dress. She tricked you out of paying, hiding your wallet in her bag and paying for the both of you.

She took you back to your apartment and started getting ready. You took a shower first, waiting to do Mina’s hair and makeup while you changed into your outfit. Mina came out in her outfit and you sat in front of each other, putting on each other’s makeup.


“You first, Mina.”

“Okay, okay.” She had vibrant red hair, dyed it a few weeks ago and you decided to comb out her side bangs, let her hair flow down her shoulders and give her loose waves.

“Saddle up, girlie.” She made you close your eyes as she works on her “masterpiece” and you sat impatiently. You coughed at the hairspray and she drummed on the chair you were sitting in.

“Open them.” Your hair was in waterfalls, the ends pinned with a jewelled clip. Mina picked at pesky strands but you loved it. The sudden reminder of simply being Mina’s wing woman echoed in your head and you didn’t want to get your hopes up. After all, you’re keeping his friend company.

“When is this date starting?”

“30 minutes but we’ll be driving there for like 20 minutes.”

“Oh, what’s his friend’s name?”

“He calls him JK.”

“JK? Just kidding?”

“Your humour is really dry.”

“As long as you can tell it’s a joke, it’s still functioning.” You got back into the car with her, driving to a restaurant and distracting yourself with the songs on the radio. Mina belted out a few cracking high notes and you tried to harmonize with her. She kept doing runs and you rolled your eyes.

“Such a show-off.”

“I don’t need to hide my talent, Y/N~”

“Can’t you at least be humble about it?”


“You’ll never change.”

“You’re quick.” She smiled at you, linking arms with you as you two entered the restaurant. The immediate self consciousness made you insecure in your dress, fumbling with its hem as the hostess took you to your table.

A blonde haired man was seated at the table with a jacket on the chair next to him. His face lit up at the sight of Mina and he stood up, hugging Mina before turning to you.

“This is Hoseok, the guy I’ve been telling you about.”

“You’re right, he does light up a room.”


“You light a fire in my heart, Mina.”

“Oppa~” He flirted with her a little, forgetting your presence amongst the two of them before Mina cleared her throat.

“Oppa, where’s your friend?”

“He just went to the bathroom, he’ll be back.”

“Okay.” The server came around, taking your orders and Mina was engrossed into conversation with Hoseok. They teased each other as you took sips of water and ate soft breadsticks. The appetizers arrived, you grabbing your spoon to dig into the but clumsily dropping it on the ground.

“Sorry, I was in the bathroom. And you-” You sat up, making eye contact with Jeongguk and you lost your appetite. He stopped talking, clenching his jaw and looking away from you.

“Jeongguk, what’s wrong? You were so excited earlier… Do you two have a history?”

“Do we?” He was explicitly cold, was it because of last night?

“I see.”

“We can be civil with each other, Jeongguk. I mean we are neighbours.”

“Of course, neighbour.” Even in his anger, you still wanted to get closer to him. You could have patched things quickly but it was the lack of trust he had in you. Yes, Jimin kissed you and you kept it a secret. Yes, you seeked comfort in Jimin when Jeongguk rejected you. Yet, you still wanted to just wrap your arms around him and listen to his heartbeat against his chest. You wanted to play with his baby strands of hair while his fluffy ears perked up, you wanted to mood your lips together again. The lingering touches that set your skin on fire, his swift movement, the soft touch of his fingers brushing against your cheek. Your hands running through his hair, slipping down to shape his jaw and your thumb against his ear. The sense of time is lost when he kissed you with such passion, such heat, such love and it threatened to knock you out every time his lips touched yours.

“Mina, can we talk for a moment? I need to touch up your gloss.”

“S-Sure.” You smiled at the boys before pulling her into the bathroom.

“Okay, first it was tricking me into going on this double date and now it’s tricking me into going on a date with Jeongguk? Him of all people.”

“I knew you still liked him and knowing you, you need a firm push in the waters instead of dipping in your feet.”

“You basically shoved me into the goddamn ocean. With no life raft. How do you expect me to just get back to normal with him after one night?”

“It takes one second to fall in love. Why would it take more time the second time it happens?”

“I want to go home.”

“Please, stay. You don’t have to chat with him, just make sure he doesn’t feel lonely.”

“Yeah, lonely right.”

“Please, wingwoman. Don’t fail me now.”

“The shit I do for you.” She pulled you out there, your main course waiting for you. Jeongguk was busy eating, seeing the corn on the side of his plate and you smiled to yourself.

Old habits die hard.

“How did you meet Mina?”

“I saw her painting in one of the empty rooms on Saturdays, finding a bit of joy seeing her every morning. I would come in earlier to leave little notes until I built the courage to talk to her. She’s just as beautiful as her paintings are.”

“Oppa, you’re too sweet.”

“No, you’re sweeter.” It became a silly argument and you quickly lose interest. Turning back to Jeongguk, seeing him profusely text someone and sigh. You wanted to ask him what was wrong but the words were caught in your throat.

It should be simple, you like him and maybe he still likes you. You could try to get him back but you were still hesitant. Your sole cause just barged into the restaurant with Jimin, sitting in a table next to yours.

“Seulgi. What are you doing here?”

“Oh, sunbae!”

“Seulgi, how are you?”

“I’m great, and you?”

“What are you doing here?”

“Jimin and I are on a date too.”

“I see you move on quickly.”

“Could say the same for you.”


“It’s okay, Jeongguk. She’s just jealous that Jimin oppa likes me instead of her. Sucks when you can have what you want, doesn’t it?”

“Seulgi.” Jimin and Jeongguk said simultaneously and looked at each other before their eyes landed on you. You continued with dinner, avoiding eye contact with everyone.

“Have fun on your date.” You kept walking, not wanting to react to her and Jeongguk looked at you. Mina and Hoseok were still talking before looking to the both of you,

“You know what, why don’t we rent a karaoke booth? It’ll be fun.”

“You just want to showcase your singing ability.”

“Gukkie has a pretty sweet voice.”


“It’s one of his charms.”

“Oh, I’d love to hear it.”

“How about you take Y/N, and I’ll take Mina? You can just follow us, Gukkie.”

“Hyung, please stop calling me that.”

“That’ll never happen. Does everyone agree to the arrangements?” He wasn’t really looking for an answer, taking Mina’s hand and pulling her to her car. Jeongguk took Hoseok’s keys, walking with you to his car and sitting the driver’s seat.

You recognized the car, being the same one Jimin took you on dates with and Jeongguk waved his hand in your face.

“Is something wrong?”

“Jimin used this car too…”

“Of course, you’re still thinking about him.”

“What is that supposed to mean, Jeon Jeongguk?”

“It means you’re hung on a guy that’s on a date with my ex-girlfriend.”

“You don’t seem bothered by this.”

“Because I wasn’t in love with her.”

“I didn’t know you were capable of loving.”

“I didn’t know that either until I met someone.” You felt your cheeks grow hot, becoming silent in fear of stuttering of your words and you caught his tiny smirk.


“What is it?” He parked the car, turning it off and turning in his seat to face you. The direct eye contact scared you, feeling the validity of his words when your eyes met.

“About last night, I just want to… I want to…”

“Oi, lovebirds? Come on.” Hoseok knocked on the window and Jeongguk sighed, ending whatever he was stumbling about. You two joined Mina and Hoseok, luckily getting your own private room and renting it out for an hour.

The first 30 minutes was a bunch of duets between you and Mina and the boys. Hoseok attempted to serenade Mina, his voice not perfect for the song but it was a sweet gesture.

“Competition. We all sing solos and whoever gets the lowest score takes a shot.”

“What does the winner get?”

“I’ll pay 100 dollars.”

“Deal.” You weren’t sure if Hoseok wanted to purposely get drunk, having taken the most shots and Jeongguk only had two or three.

“Gukkkkie~ It’s your turn, you crazy punk.” He picked one of your favourites, If You by Big Bang and his mellow voice was sweet to your ears. You watched him sing with raw emotion, looking at you when it was the chorus as if it was a message to you.

“Who’s the winner? Gukkie~ Come here.”

“You reek of booze.”

“I’ll take him home. Oppa, look at me.”

“Ah, my beautiful little flower. So cute. I can just eat you up~ Let me take a bite~” He said more but it was too slurred for you to translate and Jeongguk cleared his throat.

“Let’s go home.” The car ride back was icy quieter, the tension so thick that a knife couldn’t slice through it. He parked across the street and you walked around the car.

He pulled you into his chest, your hands keeping you from resting on him completely as a biker sped by.

“You alright?”

“Peachy.” You speed walked into the building, Jeongguk close behind you and he grabbed your hand. He spun you around, leaning you against the wall between your apartments.

“Jeongguk, what are you doing?”

“Doing what I should have done last night.”

“Jeonguk, what do you-” He cut you off, his warm lips pressed against yours and you automatically synchronize with his movements. Your hands grip his jacket as his hands find their place in your hips. He pulled away too soon for your liking but you weren’t going to complain.

“I can’t let you slip away from me again…”

~Admin Blake

i wanna talk about the simultaneously best and worst thing that’s ever happened to me

i was sitting on my couch watching some tv after a long day at work, and you know what comes on tv? a commercial for this life-ruiner 

dole fucking dippers

what are dole dippers you ask? it’s literally just frozen fruit covered in dark chocolate. i’ve only had the strawberry, but it also comes in banana, banana with nuts, and pineapple. it’s the kind of shit you see on pinterest and fitness blogs for people who have their lives together and go jogging in the morning

because i have the impulse control of a toddler, i saw this commercial and immediately thought, “that looks okay i guess,” and when i went to the grocery store that night to get food for the upcoming week, i picked up a pack



because dole dippers are fucking delicious. i hate that i love them. but they are genuinely fucking delicious, and you wouldnt think they are because its just fruit covered in chocolate. usually when i want something sweet, i indulge in children’s sugar coma-inducing cereal, like, i actually have a box of shitty captain crunch donut cereal with sprinkles in my cupboard right now

but this shit is so good. and i would be fine with this if it weren’t for one detail

this shit costs me $3.99 at my local grocery store ok and i could actually buy my own box of strawberries and my own dark chocolate and make my own chocolate-dipped strawberries for cheaper

but you know why i wont? i wont because im a lazy piece of shit who doesnt have my life together and go jogging in the morning. so instead, im just gonna pay the overly expensive $3.99 for this delicious bullshit

so fuck you dole dippers for tasting so good and appealing to a population of lazy assholes like me who wont make my own frozen chocolate-dipped treats for half the price and twice the product