the weather is crazy hot

good times

bughead fanfiction - unbeta’d - oneshot

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“Important encounters are planned
by the souls long before the bodies
see each other.”
—Paulo Coelho

Jughead Jones has a specific spot at his local diner.

He has a routine every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. He wakes up, goes to his morning class, spends the next three hours at a 50’s themed diner named ‘Good Times’, goes back to campus for his final two classes before retiring back to his dorm for an evening of video games, studying or Netflix binging.

He’s been a regular for the past two years since moving to Atlanta, Georgia.

The owner of the restaurant knows him by name. The employees know his order by heart and they take no offense to his poor socializing skills—or rather, lack thereof. And while he has no literal claim to the small booth by the restaurant’s main window facing the city, Jughead knows that most people who frequent the establishment know that table is his.

So it’s a bit of a surprise when, on a regular Monday morning, Jughead discovers someone’s sitting in his booth.

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something like love

Originally posted by jinjks

Love is something like a whirlpool of crazy insane emotions that thickens and brews in your heart and stomach and mind until you decide that maybe, yeah, you are falling so far in love.


pairing: jungkook | reader ; barista!jungkook
words: 3.4k 
genre: a tinge of angst and a wHOLE LOT OF FLUFF
summary: jungkook isn’t good with words, especially with girls whose dumb boyfriends dumped them but miracles do happen on a Saturday rainy night when you showed up drenched and desperate for a hot mug of hot chocolate.
a/n: LATE BIRTHDAY GIFT TO MY LOAF @pennelty honestly i don't know why the heck you want angst but i tRIED so pls love it for me thanks b.


The first time Jungkook met you, you belonged to another man, hands intertwined with tender loving eyes that gazed into each others for hours as Jungkook catches on little remnants and snippets of muffled conversation that were exchanged with steaming mugs of coffee beneath your noses.

It didn’t instigate any conflicting emotions the moment your frame enters the little café situated in the corner of the streets, a canopy from the congestions and city life of Seoul. Yet, as weeks pass, and your presence became a regular to the baristas and even the usual customers of the café, Jungkook had taken a fond habit of taking his time to drink you in every time you stopped by, specifically on late Saturday afternoons, where the glory of the sun rays dimmed and the chilling air was a perfect time for a cup of coffee. His colleague, Jimin became suspicious when Jungkook demanded to work for the Saturday shift, but even frequent squabbles and interrogations could not get Jungkook to admit anything he had for you.

But like the first time, and every other times, you had been and always will be belonged to another man; the intimacy and ardent aura that the both of you radiated stirring unwanted feelings and soon enough, when hand holding turned to chaste kisses, Jungkook didn’t bother to fight down the venomous jealousy that spread in his veins like wildfire.

Whatever peculiar dangerous emotions he was feeling, Jungkook knew he had no reason to intervene, to stop the ruthless battle in his heart as he watched the beautiful smile of yours, stars that swirled in your eyes like the galaxies that he maps out in his mind and the dulcet laughter that brought life to the ever so empty café. And while he unearths his greatest desires that lie in the heart of a stranger he only conversed in coffee language, Jungkook wishes that he was the very reason for all your beautiful things.

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anonymous asked:

Those white jeans <3 I can never find a pair that aren't see through, aren't crazy thick (not needed in hot weather) or that fit well! Where are yours from in your last insta post? I think I'm in love

thank u babe!! they’re from the website fashion nova, suuuper affordable and cute :)

Sleepless Nights

The Maze Runner Imagine (Thomas)

Request: I really like your blog could you do a Thomas imagine where your really under the weather and haven’t been sleeping at night and he takes care of you?

Note: Thank you! This one is actually a bit short but I liked writing it, sooo I hope you like it too :)

I shifted in my hammock. This night was most certainly one of the worst since I’ve been at the Glade. My head ached like a builder had processed it with his hammer.

The weather had been going crazy the past few days. One minute it was hot as shuck and in the next one cold wind blew through your hair. Now it was number one’s turn.

My feeling told me it was about three in the morning. “Uhg,” I sighed and kicked the blanket off of my feet. With a quiet rustling sound it fell to the floor.

After another shift I closed my eyes and tried to get back to sleep again. I succeeded for maybe ten minutes till I got cold. My dear friend called wind blew through my open window.

Groaning I took my blanket again, wrapping it around me. This annoying back and forth game repeated for a while until I finally gave up and swung my legs out of bed. Goodbye well-deserved sleep.

—–

As I prowled through the unnaturally quiet Glade (I only heard a few griever screeches somewhere behind the closed maze doors) I somehow managed to end up in front of Thomas’ hammock. A slightly odd feeling took over my body.

 Was it creepy to watch someone sleeping? Was it creepy to admire their peaceful faces? I came to the conclusion that it wasn’t unless the watched person woke up. Well, then it was creepy.

My attempt to hide behind a nearby bush failed. Thomas caught me.

It took him a few minutes to identify my face but as soon as he had recognized me a small smile spread across his own. “(Y/N)? What are you doing here?”

Quickly I closed my eyes and stretched out my arms. “I’m sleepwalking.”

A chuckle escaped his shapely lips. “I see.”

“Sorry,” blushing I ran a hand through my messy hair. “I didn’t want to wake you. I just couldn’t sleep.” Wow, I’ve never been so happy about darkness. This way my fiery red cheeks remained hidden from his sight.

“I understand. You want me to bear you company?”

“I actually hoped that I could bear you company. But I guess this amounts to the same thing.” All of a sudden he gently grabbed my hand and pulled me down next to him. It was a little bit of an awkward situation because honestly, I’ve never been this close to a boy. Not to mention one I like.

I could feel his broad chest against my back. The heat crawled to my cheeks again. Nevertheless I inconveniently turned around to face him, nearly falling to the ground.

“Hi,” he mumbled and tucked a strayed strand of my hair behind my ear.

“Hey,” I replied in a hushed tone.

“Why weren’t you able to find some rest?”

“It’s the weather, I guess. It changes from hot to cold in like two minutes. My body isn’t used to it yet, that’s all.”

“The last few days it really got crazy. Outside these big walls it’s literally hell. Minho even suggested to take a break for a couple of days till everything’s back to normal.”

“This shuck-faces of creators want to test us, I’m sure. They want to see how we react to the different climate,” I furrowed my eyebrows causing him to laugh. “What?”

“Are we really talking about the weather?” Now he mentioned it.

I joined him. “I think it’s time to change the subject.”

“I’m glad you came tonight,” his breath on my neck sent shivers down my spine.

“Why?” I whispered. I didn’t have the guts to speak up.

“Because I barely see you during the day. So I use my nights to spend some time with you. And I like the fact that I’m now taking care of you.” An allusion to my job as med-jack. Thomas was one of my regular guests.

“I like you taking care of me,” yawning I closed my eyes, “at your side I feel as safe as nowhere else in the Glade.”

“Glad to hear. But now try to find some sleep,” his lips softly met my forehead. “Just a few more hours until the sun rises.”

“Will you still be there when I wake up?” I snuggled closer to him. “

Of course.”

“Okay. Good night, Tom.”

He wrapped his strong arms around me. “Good night, (Y/N). Love you.”

“Love you too,” I mumbled as I devoted myself to the compelling sleep.

magraithepeachyguy  asked:

Consider: Montparnasse and Eponine having a bet who can seduce Valjean first and they are both failing. Miserably. Like one tries licking a Popsicle suggestively and he was like that looks messy do you want a napkin I'll go get you a napkin

mags i love you but it’s nearly midnight why would you do this to me n- oh who the fuck am i kidding ALL ABOARD THE HEADCANON TRAIN

“Gee Mr. V, you sure are looking hot today.”

“Yeah, that summer weather sure is crazy, isn’t it? Do you guys need some water or something?”

“Oh, I’m very thirsty”

“Ok, kid! Let’s go get sodas then! Cosette, why are you laughing is something funny”

“Nothing Dad”

Neither of them can succeed the power of Fatherly Concern is too much for them