“Important encounters are
by the souls long before the bodies
see each other.”
Jughead Jones has a specific spot at his local
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.
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.
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
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
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
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
“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.
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
“Hey,” I replied in a hushed tone.
“Why weren’t you able to find some
“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
“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
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.
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.”
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. “
“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.
160807 Solar’s Daily Memo : “Out of context W impersonation >>> Yong Chul* that Byulie sent me (*referring to the character Kang Chul, from the drama ‘W’) - Are you all spending your vacation well?~ The weather is so crazy hot recently, I might go crazy (cries) Staying at home is the best~~~”
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”
Neither of them can succeed the power of Fatherly Concern is too much for them