Hello! How about a hc with the RFA+V where the bus is full and MC ends up having to stand next to their s/o (they are complete strangers) the whole ride, she ends up bumping into them so both begin a conversation and they get out in the same exit and boom: MC is actually their new neighbor. (You can leave Jumin out I understand if this one is complicated for him) Thanks :D
We included Jumin! Couldn’t leave him out;) Hope you like this one~
He was taking the bus back home from work again how modest
But he got off a little earlier than normal, so the bus was jam-packed
He was getting a bit bored, and no one was in the messenger
So why not leave a selfie of himself there?
When he took it, he noticed you in the background
Yeah, he thought you were cute, but that wasn’t the only reason…you could him dead in the act and he could see you judging him silently
He avoids eye contact most of the time, but more people come in and the bus hits a sharp turn and now he’s holding you up
“You’re the guy with the selfies, right?” you chuckle
He’s a little embarrassed, but explains and it strikes up a conversation
Turns out you LOVE musicals, even though you haven’t heard a lot of his work
You’re asking him so many questions about what he wants, and he can’t help but notice you concentrate on his work and not his looks
It’s a breath of fresh air
He’s a little disappointed when he arrives to his stop
He’s half tempted to ask you for your number, but other people are scooting out and the chaos drowns his confidence
He thinks you’re just scooting out of the bus to make room, but turns out you’re heading in the same direction
A few questions later, he finds out you’re his new neighbor and he tries to contain his excitement.
When you arrive, you pull out your phone “I want to take a selfie with my new neighbor.”
He didn’t miss your teasing tone
It actually became a little tradition for you two to take a selfie when you came back at the same time…and neither one of you would admit to loving the fact you have a trail of memories as the months go by and you grow closer
He got onto the bus at the last minute thinking he could fit
He didn’t realize it was already jammed
Unfortunately, you were the one closest to the door, leaving you two crammed together in the corner
You both were feeling really awkward, since you were super close
Yoosung was avoiding eye contact for most of the ride
But to make things worse, another two people piled in on the next stop, bumping you even closer into him
He’s still trying to avoid contact, so he’s staring down at your shoes
He realizes you both are wearing the same color converse
“Hehe, nice shoes,” he mutters
This relieves some of the discomfort, and next thing you know, you two are talking about your respective college classes and complaining about professors
You guys don’t hear a stop being called, and the door opens behind you
The pressure from the crowd sends you both flying out onto the grass
You can’t help but laugh at the whole ordeal
Afterwards, you brush yourself off and say your goodbyes
And then awkwardly start walking in the same direction…
You chuckle, “Are you stalking me or something?”
He gets really flustered and vehemently denies, ending up blurting out his whole address dork
It hits you that you happened to be neighbors
When he hears this, he gets a bit more bold, “You know…I know this great pizza place nearby… “
“Yoosung…I know…I live here too.”
She was on her way home from a musical at the local theatre
And of course her car broke down
After it was towed, she took a bus home
There were no seats available, so most people had to stand
You came in with your arms full of books, and some impatient guy bumped you while trying to get off the bus
Your books went tumbling onto the ground
Feeling bad, she stooped down to help you
In the process, a photocard of Zen tumbled out of one of your notebooks
Embarrassed, you trying to cover it up, but she just stops you
You two exchange glances…and you know you have a connection
You start talking about his musicals and you’re fangirling a little when she says he’s a good friend
But this is only the beginning of your conversation
She finds herself opening up to you easily–which is odd because you’re just a stranger
When it comes time to switch buses, you two end up on the same one
Getting curious, you ask if she lives in the same town you do
Turns out she lives closer than the same town…you live in the same apartment building
You get really close and talk through the walls sometime
“Hey, Jaehee! That’s my favorite song. Turn it up, fam!”
Zen made a comment that Jumin wouldn’t be able to survive one bus ride through town
To prove him wrong, Jumin decides to take it home from work one day
He regrets everything
You’re standing beside him on this ride, and you can see how tense he was
Every time someone sneezed or coughed without covering their mouth, you could see it threatening his sanity
You chuckle when he seems to be squeezing one of the bars so tightly, his knuckles turn white
“You okay?” you chuckle
He politely nods, “Yes…I don’t really enjoy crowded areas.”
“Then, you really shouldn’t have taken public transportation, buddy.”
Although he appreciates when you move a little to the side to give you space with a small smile
He’s refreshed at how casually you speak to him despite his three piece suit
He explains the whole situation, and you find great amusement in it
This sparks up a conversation and when it’s near the end, he’s showing you pictures of Elizabeth the 3rd on his phone
When you guys arrive, he notices you enter the building next to his
He finds himself trying to strike up a conversation while you wait for the bus or a taxi before work
After a few months, he finds he’s not satisfied with ten minute conversations in the morning and offers to drive you to work on occasion
A few months more and he’s asking you out to dinner
He would’ve loved to take his babies, but he knows Vanderwood puts trackers on them
So, he opts to take a bus into town for a little break
He ends up falling asleep
You’re sitting next to him on the crowded bus and you notice
You wake him up, saying you were concerned he would miss his stop
He’s kind of touched, considering you’re just a stranger
He notices a pin on your bag of a cat in space and sparks up a conversation by it
Sometimes, you don’t understand what he’s saying, but you still find him intriguing
You both are so engrossed in the conversation, it’s almost natural when he walks off of the bus with you
You mention that your place is nearby, and he kind of deflates
You realize you’re a little disappointed as well…it was odd how well you two got along
You guys part ways and you return to your apartment
You decide to go get some dinner, and to your surprise you see him sitting on a bench nearby
You think he lives in the next building, so you go up to him
“Hey! Want to grab some pizza, neighbor?”
This makes him laugh and he corrects you
You end up exchanging numbers and going out for pizza often
Although it becomes an inside joke between you, and you still call each other “neighbor” despite him living in the middle of nowhere
You’re on the bus home and you notice another man comes in as well
You can’t stop staring, because his aesthetics are too perfect to be true
He has mint hair, sunglasses tucked into his plaid button up, a backback on his shoulders a camera hanging from his neck
You decide to send a “discreet” picture to your best friend
Except the sound was on oops
He notices and you hide your face in embarrassment
He gives you a smile and asks if he can see it, since he’s a photographer
You try to say it came out blurry along with an apology, but you can’t deny it…since you did take a pic so blatantly
He actually compliments you on the photo
“Wow, you must be a natural. You know how to recognize an artistic shot.”
“Heck yeah, I do,” you say with a glance at him
You didn’t mean to say that outloud, but he only laughs again
When you two get off at the same stop AND the same street, he makes a comment about how it was fate you two met on the bus
You laugh until you realize his house is right next to yours
The next day you find a photograph in your mailbox
He wrote a little note on the back saying he thought of you when he took it
A/N: This is my FIRST time writing smut… I hope its all good guys also sorry about the ending, idk how to end smut. I also didn’t tag anyone j in case they don’t like smut
Request: Smut where Jughead walks in on Reader getting changed, turns hot and heavy ;)
Warnings: Smutttttttttt and swears, and the word vagina because who reads smut and doesn’t expect there to be the word vagina in there.
Word count: 1456
Italics = Thoughts
You had just finished your shift at Pops and decided to take a shower, it should be a while before your best friend/high school crush/roommate Jughead Jones came home, he was working late investigating for his novel with Betty.
You turned on the water and got undressed, putting your hand in the stream line to check the temperature, you jumped in.
It wasn’t an extraordinary shower, you washed your hair and body, shaved, and washed off that day’s make up.
You turned off the water and then you jumped out you reached for your towel but realised you didn’t have one, you decided to run to your room and grab it, so you walked to the door
Every time The Joker has an
existential crisis, he gets a new girlfriend for a few days. His way of proving
he doesn’t need you…until he does. Loving for two is never easy, but after
years of tolerating so much of J’s entitled behavior, The Queen of Gotham is
finally reaching her limits.
You and The Joker had a huge fight
three days ago so it happened again: he told you you’re history and found this
young woman to pose as his girlfriend. Probably someone working at one of the
clubs because J sure found her fast. You don’t even pay attention to them,
knowing this is nothing more than one of his obnoxious moods.
“Where’s the thing, woman?” he
barks at the poor girl and she gets very flustered.
“What thing Mister J?”
“The thing, woman! Are you stupid on
top of being deaf?!”
You type super-fast on your laptop,
moving money around between accounts The Joker has abroad.
“Catch!” you toss the cell phone to
your… well…ex … I guess, and he grabs it midair, annoyed.
“At least somebody knows what I
want!” J snarls and you sigh, ignoring his crap.
“I’m so sorry, Mister J,” the young
woman apologizes, careful not to piss him off more. Yeah, good luck….
“Shut the hell up!” he raises his
voice and goes back to mark different locations on Gotham’s map unfolded all
over the desk. After 5 minutes, J growls:
“I need it ! Now!”
“Umm…what would that be, Mister J?”
she barely finds the courage to speak up.
“It, woman !!! Are you trying to get
on my nerves on purpose?!” J begins his rant and strange enough you feel sorry
for the new soul he’s tormenting.
“Catch!” you stop typing for a few
seconds, enough to snatch a black marker to toss his way.
He gives the girl such a cold stare
she whimpers, scared to death. J grinds his teeth, vexed, returning to his
“I want my stuff !” just another
demand after scribbling and highlighting all over the chart. If The Joker keeps
this up, his “new girlfriend” will soon faint; it sure looks like that to you.
“What…what stuff Mister J?” she
cautiously tries to find out, gulping.
“My stuff !!! For God’s sake, you’re
“Catch!” you have mercy on her and
help once more, throwing the gun in his direction. He catches the weapon and
places it in his holster, complaining:
“How come Y/N knows what I need and
A few years of experience, you think to yourself, typing in a frenzy. That’s why he
doesn’t have to actually name what he wants in order for you to guess the
But oh boy, the girl has the wrong
“Because Y/N is your girlfriend,
The Joker takes a deep breath,
oxygenating a brain that has only one idea right now: to kill her where she
“Y/N is not my girlfriend; you are!!! Or is it not clear enough for your
puny IQ level?!”
Wow, he’s shredding her to pieces. You glance
their way, shaking your head.
No way she could handle the King of
Gotham even if he came with instructions manual.
Don’t show him weakness you dumb girl, he will take advantage, you hum to yourself again; yet how
is she supposed to be aware of such subtleties?
“I’m so sorry,” the repentful, shaky
“Zip it and give me my
favorite!” J cracks his shoulders and she’s mortified.
“What…what exactly would that be,
Shit, he’s gonna snap.
“Listen to me and listen well !” his
menacing blue eyes glow dark and thank heavens you are there to save the day.
“I don’t tolerate…”
“Catch!” you interrupt, tossing a can
of grape juice to him and he gets it, mumbling crazy things that make the girl
shiver like a leaf.
He takes a few sips out of his
favorite drink and the next words coming out of his mouth halt your typing:
“Come sit in my lap,” he signals the
girl and you sniffle, irritated. “Now give me a kiss!” the order follows and
you close your laptop, placing it by you and watch the scene, captivated.
“Umm…would you…would you like a kiss
on the lips or on the cheek, Mister J?” the young woman inquires, terrified
since you are present also.
You’re not sure if you should laugh
or get mad. For some reason though, it rubs you the wrong way.
“J ?” you straighten your back,
getting his attention since he’s ignoring you on purpose.
“Yeah?” The Joker stares at the
ceiling for a few seconds.
“You know how you get really angry when someone disrespects me?” you snatch
your car keys from the couch, prepared to bail.
“Mmm,” which counts as a yes from his part.
“Then why don’t you get very angry at
yourself since you are disrespecting me in such a manner right now, hm?!” and
you storm out of the main room at the hideout near the mall, leaving J
momentarily speechless, stupefied at your tirade.
You don’t even know when you got at
your apartment, enraged at his behavior and fed up with all the nonsense you’ve
been dealing with for years.
The doorbell resonates in the silence
and you know exactly who it is.
“Hey, Frost!” you frown, opening the
door so he can come in.
“He sent you to kill me?”
“Yep,” Jonny adjust his tie, nervous
and not wanting to be here.
“Again?!” the ironic remark makes him
“Ughhh, yes. I’m just waiting for Mister J to cancel the order like he
“Why don’t you kill me?” you flare
your arms around, taking your frustration on him.
“I wouldn’t dare,” he tries to calm
you down since he hates being in the middle of the fights all the time. “Boss
always changes his mind.”
“He didn’t yet!” you poke Frost’s
chest, more and more upset. “So do it!” you shout.”Make his wish come true! Why
would you disobey him? Do it !”
Frost’s cell alerts of a new message. He takes it out of the pocket and shows
you the text he got from the green haired devil: “ABORT MISSION, DON’T KILL HER
YOU IDIOT !!! SHE BETTER NOT BE DEAD OR YOU’RE DEAD TOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
You bite your lips, tears of
exasperation threatening to roll down your face.
“I’m so sick of him…” you utter, heading
towards the kitchen.
Frost is accustomed with the drama:
he’s surprised you stick by J with the ongoing problems he mostly creates due
to the overbearing necessity of creating chaos in his life.
“I’m making pizza; you want some?”
you address him, realizing he is not at fault.
“Might as well,” the offer is fastly
“I’m watching a movie also.”
“Cool, pizza and a movie,” Jonny
takes of his jacket, making himself at home like he always does when he visits.
Frost left a couple of hours ago and
you went to bed, reading and trying to relax.
Your cellphone vibrates. Great, text
“Where are my Batsy socks?”
Seriously?! He has such a nerve.
You text back: “Ask your girlfriend.”
“How dare you?! I know I have 20 pairs!
Where are they?”
He’s so inconsiderate and rude.
“At my apartment,” you reply and
almost drop the cell, that’s how worked up you are.
No more messages after this one.
Half an hour passes by and your
serenity is disturbed by a shy knock at the entrance.
You drag your feet on the fluffy
rugs, taking your sweeeeet time. You finally open the door and The Joker’s “new
girlfriend” stands there.
“Hi…I’m so sorry to disturb you, but
he sent me for socks,” she timidly blinks, completely lost and afraid of what
you might do.
“Come in,” you roll your eyes, aiming
to dispose of her presence as soon as possible.
She closes the door behind her and…
starts bawling her eyes out.
“Why are you crying?” you crinkle
your nose, puzzled.
“Can you please take him back?” the
girl wipes her nose, not being able to stop crying.
“Take who back? J ?”
“Yes, can you please take him back?
I’m so scared of him!” and she leans forward, terrified of your reaction
towards her confession. But she is so desperate she doesn’t know what to do.
“I don’t want him back, I’m happy I
got rid of him !” you chuckle, enjoying her misery.
Welcome to The Joker’s world.
“What am I going to do?” the sobbing
intensifies and you smack your lips, cutting her some slack.
“How old are you?” you offer her
tissue to clean herself up.
“Almost 22,” she blows her nose,
continuing to bawl.
“Ha! He could be your dad !” you
snort, amused. “Do you work for us?”
“Y-yes, at Savage club. “
Your suspicion is confirmed.
“And he reduced you to this state in only
3 days?” the interrogation continues.
“I don’t know what Mister J wants or
likes, he hates me and… and I don’t want to be his girlfriend. He just told me
I’m his new woman and I had no say in it.”
“You have quite the balls to tell me
all this,” you walk back to your bedroom, opening the closet and searching for
his Batsy socks. The young woman follows you like a lost puppy.
“He… he made me sleep on the floor,”
more heartbreak comes your way. “Mister J told me the bed is only for his
Queen. And before he sent me here…” and her voice cracks, “…he told me to get
naked. I took my top off and he got very mad, threw his cane at me and told me
Your lift your eyebrows up, shoving
socks is a bag and glancing her way. You can see part of her bra strap-it’s
black. J likes purple lingerie, other color ONLY when he asks for it. Of course
she doesn’t know. How could she?
“I’ll take this back to him,” you decide
on a whim and the girl finally stops crying, full of hope.
“Yes, so get lost. You shouldn’t be
around for what’s coming next, it won’t be pleasant.”
You make sure the keys are in contact
before exiting the car. The Joker is at his cabin on the northern side of
“What an honor,” he mutters when you
appear in the living room. He’s crabby, watching the fireplace. Even if it’s summer,
he likes to see the wood burn.
“I brought you the Batsy socks,” you
place the bag containing the requested items by the table.
“So sweet of you,” The Joker sucks on
his silver teeth and gets up, coming towards you. You step towards him too,
closing the gap between the two bodies.
“Did you work out this morning?” the seductive
tone and batting eyelashes make him groan.
“I can tell,” you gently walk your
fingers on his exposed arms since he’s wearing a t-shirt and some grey pants. “You
look so sexy,” you wink and reach to peck his lips. He suddenly turns you
around, roughly feeling your curves up and down.
“Can’t stay away from me, hm?” and he
cups your breasts, biting your neck while you moan, caressing his thighs.
“No…” the answer pleases him and he
pushes you against the wall, lifting your dress and searching for the underwear.
J pants louder once he rips your
“God, I really love your long legs,” he mutters in your ear, “especially when
they are tight around my waist.”
You moan like crazy, adding some extra
to it and turn around to face him again, pushing him towards the couch and
kissing him like you didn’t see him in forever. That makes him ever more
excited; you can tell by sensing his body’s response to yours.
He lets himself go on the pillows
covering the couch, groping your butt when you land on top of him. Your fingers
travel down his crotch, unzipping his pants The Joker takes his t-shirt off,
“Mmm, yuuummm,” you lick your lips
and slide down his chest, covering him in kisses, lingering around his pelvis
and nipping at the soft skin. “I didn’t have you in a few days, I missed you,” you
smile and he tugs on your hair, getting harder.
J closes his eyes, growling, more and
more sensitive to your touch.
“You want me Daddy?” you pull down on
his boxers painfully slow.
“…Yeah…” the low tone barely makes
his out of his mouth: he always gets like this when he’s horny as hell.
“Awww, that’s too bad,” you lift your head up from his lap, changing tune. “Since
I’m not your girlfriend anymore, there is nothing I can do for you. Ask that
young thing to have sex with you and take care of your needs!!!” you shout and
get off him so fast he has trouble processing what’s happening.
“What did you just say?!” J gets on
his elbow, trying to recollect himself.
“Do you know how hard it is to love
for two? I’m tired of it !” and you fix your messy hair, upset. ”I don’t want
you back, do you hear me? I’m breaking up with you!!!” and you rush outside,
with him following.
“Get back here right now Y/N!” but
you are already in your car, twisting the keys in the contact and driving away.
“Fuck!!!!” J yells, running back
inside for the keys to his car.
You take deep breaths, the air conditioning
blasting in your face. You squeeze the steering wheel so hard it hurts. There
are about 30 miles to the main road so you have to hurry up before he catches up
with you; he is already following, honking for you to stop. You accelerate and
so does he.
The Joker bumps into your car and you
gasp, looking behind.
“What are you doing?!” you scream but
he can’t hear you, regaining control of the SUV.
Another crush, this time stronger
makes you almost lose direction.
“Are you insane?!!” you yell,
distancing a bit from his rampage. He is beyond enraged and switches gears, gaining
more speed and smashes in your car, making yours go sideways and hit a tree.
The impact is so strong you bump your head on the steering wheel, making you
You see him opening the door and he
drags you out, slamming you against the car. He starts screaming and his voice
goes in and out, can’t even make out what he’s saying. Your vision is cloudy and
you try to move but you get pinned against the vehicle again, his fingers
digging in your flesh. You notice blood dripping in front of your eyes,
probably a cut on the forehead from the impact.
The Joker keeps on shouting and
talking and you can’t concentrate on his words.Everything is spinning and you have
no choice but to rest your head on his chest, losing consciousness.
You gradually bring your hand to your
forehead and notice it’s patched.
“Auuuch…” you grumble and open your eyes,
realizing you are being held from behind. You recognize the fireplace so you know
you are back to the cabin, apparently recovering on the same couch you spoiled
his fun earlier. “Uhh, my head…” you whimper in pain, trying to scoot away.
“No!” J firmly yanks your waist
towards him, forcing you to shift so you can face him. He’s sulking, still
pissed. “What gives you the right to talk to me like that?!” the lecture begins.
Your eyes get watery, disappointment
“I don’t know, ask your girlfriend…”
you have the nerve to answer.
“I am asking her!”
You don’t say anything which prompts
him to be more of an ass.
“Nobody can love for two, stop talking
high and mighty!! You just love for one and that’s it ! I am surprised I didn’t kill
you yet, definitely something I have to work on! It will be my favorite
“I’m right here, why don’t you finish
your project then?” you wipe a few tears and he brings his blue eyes really
close to yours.
“I finish when I want to finish, not
when I’m told by others!”
When he woke up in the morning, you were gone.
He has a meeting at 1pm and you texted you’ll be there. As soon as he enters
his office at the hideout, the woman organizing maps on his desk jumps when his
“Who the hell are you?!”
You turn around and his mouth opens in amazement: your hair is cut in a very
short pixie style, dark blue, not long and black anymore. Your make-up
is different also: smoky eyes and red lips, you are completely changed.
“Wha…what did you do to yourself?!” he
sniffles the air around, intrigued.
“Nothing. I am your new girlfriend,
“I’m the new girlfriend,” you repeat,
returning to your stuff.
The Joker is still debating on the
transformation, but sits down at his desk, watching you like a hawk.
“Come sit on my lap,” he sighs and
you fumble around with more papers. “I said come sit on my goddamn lap!!”
You obey and stare straight ahead,
not at him. He does the same; the atmosphere is tense: two feisty cats ready to
get into a brawl.
“Now give me a kiss!” he spits out
and you imitate the young girl’s voice the best way you can:
“Would you like a kiss on the lips or
on the cheek, Mister J?”
“Pfftt,” he puffs,” take your pick!”
You kiss his lips and him trying to
care makes you cringe:
“How’s your forehead?”
“Fine,” you pout, unbuttoning one more
button from his shirt.
“Darren should arrive at any moment,
go fetch me some grape juice, would you Pumpkin?”
Him trying to be nice makes you
“Be right back,” you step away and he
glares after you, enticed, purring to himself.
“Mister J!” Darren interrupts, knocking
at the opened door. “I’m here.”
You drop the grape juice can in the other
room and since there are no brick walls, just glass, the mobster’s curiosity
takes the best out of him and searches for the source of the noise.
You are bent over, lifting the can
and the guy of course didn’t recognize you so he has to say it:
“Oh Lord, who’s that? I would love to
Darren doesn’t finish his sentence
before he is knocked out cold by a very infuriated Joker that keeps on kicking the
“That’s my new girlfriend, you piece
of shit! And nobody sticks anything in her besides me!!”
You giggle, pretending you didn’t
At least J seems to like his new
girlfriend. Hopefully he won’t mess up like he did with the old one.
Author’s Note: Oh my God, how cute was the Gifted trailer?! ❤️
“Mama.” Your seven year old daughter, Olivia, looked up at you as the two of you walked home from the park with Dodger. “Do you think Daddy will be home for my birthday party tomorrow?” She asked, her big blue eyes filled with so much hope; they painfully reminded you of your husband’s, whom you hadn’t seen in almost four months thanks to his acting career.
“I don’t know, baby.” You gave her small hand a light squeeze. “Your daddy would love to spend tomorrow with you but his work keeps him very busy.” Olivia sighed but nodded understandingly. “Even if he misses it, know that he loves you very much.”
“I know that.” She looked up at you and smiled. “It’s okay, Mama. I understand.”
It broke your heart because your seven year old shouldn’t have to understand why her dad was missing yet another birthday. She should have been throwing a tantrum like she did when she turned five and you missed your a flight home from London because filming had taken longer than expected. Either she was growing up faster than most kids her age or she was just used to her A-List parents and their incredibly demanding jobs; being in the Hollywood industry meant occasionally missing family milestones.
‘We’ll celebrate again when Daddy gets back,“ you told her. "We’ll see it like you have two birthdays.” Her eyes lit up with excitement and she grinned. “Yup,” you nodded, confirming her suspicion. “That means double the presents too.”
“Yay!” She cheered excitedly. “C'mon Dodger, I’ll race you home!” She pulled her hand out of yours and sprinted ahead; Dodger yanked his leash out of your grip and ran after his master’s mini-me. “Dodger, wait for me!” You heard your child laugh as Dodger ran ahead of her.
You chuckled softly, following behind them. The two of them loved to race, but they usually only did it when the house was in near sight. You’d warned her about roads and cars, and stranger danger, so she always made sure it wasn’t much of a distance before she raced the pup home.
“I never get to beat you.” Olivia sat on the front porch with an adorable pout on her face. Dodger barked and jumped around her playfully, drawing laughter from her. “It’s okay, Dodger. I still love you,” she hugged him and nuzzled her small face into his fur.
“C'mon, you two.” You chuckled as you walked up the porch stairs and unlocked the door. “Let’s clean up and get ready for dinner.” Olivia and Dodger followed behind you inside the house. “You said you wanted to make some pizza, right?”
“Mm hm!” Olivia chirped, taking off her sneakers as you worked to lock the door. Your eyes narrowed at the brown boots sitting by the shoe rack; you were sure Chris had taken them with him, perhaps he took the other ones. “I love pizza, just like Daddy! If he were here, he’d be real excited for dinner too.”
“Yeah, he would be.” You nodded and held out your hand for her to take. “Let’s go wash our hands and then we can start making our pizza dough. What are you feeling like?” You asked as the two of you started to walk towards the kitchen. “Thin and crispy, thick and fluffy, deep di-” Before you could finish your sentence, your daughter pulled her hand out of your grip and sprinted towards the bearded man lying on your couch.
“Daddy!” She pounced on him, her tiny body landing knee first on his chest.
“Oh God.” He coughed then chuckled, wrapping his arm around her and sitting up. Olivia squealed excitedly as he rose to his feet, throwing her over his shoulder. “You’re growing fast, little one.” He lowered her back down onto his hip as he walked over to you. “Soon you’re going to be as tall and as beautiful as your mama.” He smiled at you and you smiled back, genuinely happy to see his handsome face. “Hey you,” he leaned forward and kissed you.
“Welcome home,” you pulled away to say then returned your lips to his.
“Bleh,” Olivia made a face then laughed when Chris broke the kiss to tickle her. “Stop, Daddy!” She squirmed in his arms then cupped his face in her small hands, forcing him to smile with her fingers. “We’re so glad to have you home.”
“And I’m glad to be home,” he grinned at her. “I couldn’t miss my little princess’s eighth birthday, and I definitely couldn’t miss pizza night.” He poked her side and she giggled, making his smile reach his eyes. “What are we thinking? Thick and fluffy with lots and lots of cheese?
"Yes, please!” She nodded in agreement. “What do you think, Mama?” The two of them turned to you with the same hopeful, pleading eyes. You chuckled; the two of them knew perfectly well it was hard enough for you to say no to one, let alone two.
“Like I have a say when it comes to the two of you,” you chuckled. “Fine, yes. Thick and fluffy with lots and lots of cheese.” Chris and Olivia glanced at each other, grinning happily. “I don’t care about any of that 'cause all I care about is that we’ve got you back home.” You admitted, walking into Chris’ open arm.
“Me too, sweetheart.” Chris kissed your hair. “Me too.”
for @philukas and the anon who had the idea in the first place
philkas au in which the boys go on a date to the arcade
Each time the boys go out, they discover something new about the other. Like, a few weeks ago when they went to the movies, Lukas found out that Philip won’t buy himself a drink, but rather steals Lukas’ and drinks half. A few weeks before, at the batting cages, Philip realized that Lukas sucks at baseball. Really, really sucks.
There’s always something new.
The date to the arcade is no different.
What Lukas is discovering today, is that Philip is really good at the games. Like, incredibly good.
The guy had to ask for a bag to hold all his tickets in, and they’ve only been there for twenty minutes.
Philip moves over to the claw machine, tugging another token out of his pocket. Lukas shakes his head, coming to inspect the game.
“No way. These things are rigged.” He says. Philip looks over at him, and gives him a daring smile.
Summary: You never know who could have feelings of love and adoration for you. It could very well be the cute boy who ran off the bus after you.
Author’s Note: Just so much fluff, I was feeling cutesy, what can I say? Maybe a little angsty at the beginning but it gets real cute real fast. ;)
You felt the box of chocolates slip from your hands as you saw the new couple standing less than 10 feet in front of you. One of the prettiest girls in school, Areum, was handing a large and beautifully packaged box of chocolates to your long standing crush, Jeon Jungkook. Quickly turning around and hiding your head in your hoodie, you left the now soiled box of chocolates in the puddle next to the sidewalk of your high school, speed walking to the bus. It didn’t leave for 10 minutes, but it never hurt to get there early. It would also serve as a hiding place for now.
You tugged on your bracelet adorning your wrist and blew out of puff of air in an exasperated fashion, flinging your head back onto the school bus. A few more kids walked onto the bus and you scooted over to make room for your current assigned seat mate.
You felt your palms grow sweaty as you saw Jungkook come down the aisle, quiet but still drawing attention, and one football player even bro hugged him. Jungkook was, to you anyways, a marvel. How could someone be so quiet and calm, and still have people utterly fascinated by him?
Genre: AU, fluff, business man Hobi (feat. Namjin)
Summary: A mandatory company meeting gets spicy when someone shows up late.
Word Count: 2.7k
There are three words that every employee dreads. Three words that turn the stomach of every person no matter their position, pay-grade, or prestige. Three words that make you groan as soon as you open the email titled “Monthly Memo.”
Personnel Performance Review.
Beneath the big, bold, Copperplate fonted title is the expected mandatory public relations bullshit.
“Dear valued employee,
It has recently come to my attention that… etc etc… there has been a trend of decreasing sales, profit, employee satisfaction, and other important statistical figures… etc etc… so this Saturday, I will be hosting a mandatory workshop… etc-”
He wants you to come in on a Saturday? If you’d thought Kim Namjoon couldn’t be any more of an asshole than he already was, you were wrong.
The man couldn’t even use an autofill application to input individual names? No, he had to use a general “Dear employee.”
You huff, closing the email and opting to forget about it for the next few days. At least you’ll be getting overtime and hopefully they’ll buy those ridiculously good donuts that they served last time…
“A veggie plate?” you lament as you stare at the refreshment table.
You weren’t entirely sure how you were going to get yourself
out of this one. You had a test in a half hour and were trapped in a cage
listening to yet another overdone speech about how “evil is always going to
overcome good” and “it’d be best to just admit defeat now”. You weren’t really sure
why villains always felt the need to make speeches like these when the fight
wasn’t even entirely over.
As you were running through the possible options of how to
get out of the cage, the villain was knocked to the ground. After a very
impressive (and possibly show-offish) series of flips, your partner Hawk Cat
landed on the ground in front of you, sending you the usual grin and wink.
“It’s about time you showed up,” you said, crawling out of
your cage after she had slashed through the bars.
“It’s nice to see you, too, love,” she said. “No need to
-Just a fun little Tony Stark one shot I wanted to write-
A/N: If you want to be tagged in anything, send me an ask. :)
the door, walking right to where Tony was standing. He had a smirk on his face
as he talked with the rest of the Avengers. When he noticed you walk in, he
smiled, “Hi, Sweetheart,” he said.
dare,” you practically growled.
wrong, Y/N?” he asked.
Stark, you are a grade A son of a bitch,” you hissed at him, “I cannot believe
you right now.”
“What did I
do?” Tony looked shocked.
else was quiet, not daring to say a word or make a move.
you really are just so full of yourself. If you don’t know what you did, I’m
not just going to stick around.”
on your heels and stormed out of the room, going back to the room you shared
with Tony, slamming doors as you went.
Tony excuse himself from the group and make his way toward the room as well,
relationship headcanons for lust fresh and error sans plus cuddle headcanons for them and horror sans please?
Sans (Underlust) -He gives no fucks about PDA, he will kiss you everywhere. He will kiss you whenever and wherever he wants to, and ain’t nobody gonna stop him.
-He will buy you cute, lacy underwear, and then beg you to wear it for him. He will give you chocolate and then insist he lick it off your lips. He makes everything into sex.
-Cuddles are almost always spooning. Its also almost always sexual. He grabs your chest and smushes his face into your shoulder.
-He will make you wear his jacket, he will make you wear his clothes all the time. He think you look goddamn adorable in them. You’re also the only person who gets to see his eyes without his shades.
-He has no concept of privacy, he will just randomly teleport in on you wherever you happen to be. If he teleports in on you in the shower, he will sit and talk to you even if he walks in on you literally fucking yourself.
-Cuddles are aggressive and squirmy. He tries his best to get both of you in the most comfortable position possible. He nuzzles you and kisses your face. He’s happy, he loves you.
-Hes nice to you. He stops yelling for once, and just mumbles to you. He apologizes to you, he apologizes to everyone, but he only says it to you. He tells you everything, and he trusts you. Its amazing.
-He makes stuff out of the anti void and gives it to you. Since the anti void is like raw matter, he can make whatever he wants. You want pizza? O̘n᷆ iͥt͡.̳ You want some blankets made of 800 thread count angora wool? E͢a᷃s̙i̙l̇yͪ d̢ȏn͘e͉.̉
-Cuddles are weird. He doesn’t like touching people, so he kind of wraps you up in his stings and cuddles your soul. It feels like real cuddling, but you can feel what he’s thinking too. He’s sad, but he’s happy you’re here. He’s angry with himself. He loves you.
-Cuddles are clingy and cute. He grips you tight and probably lies on top of you. Its possessive and protective. He stares at your soul and runs his claws over your face. He constantly tries to kiss you and bring you closer. How cute.
This is T., with some tips on studying and taking notes.
A bunch of them, black for regular notes, information, and different colors for standouts, titles or subtitles.
Any kind, lined paper, graph paper, blank paper, craft paper, whatever kind of paper you prefer.
-Hightlighters. -Flashcards. -Post it notes:
Page markers, page flags, sticky notes, memo pads.
Some people like to use pencils, for making graphics, drawings, or taking notes.
TIPS!!! 1. Have a plan.
Yes, I know that I said that have a planner is an opcional thing to have, because you can use a notebook, post it notes, or even a chalkboard for that. But you need to have a plan, so you know what to do and when to do it.
That way you are not stress about don’t know what you need to do, and your due day is next week or the next day.
I just a Bullet Journal, a simple Journal where I write my plan for the week, usually I write there every night, what I need to do the next day. On Sundays or the day, that they give me the assigment I write a simple plan, that then I transfered to my Bullet Journal.
2. Make some flash cards.
This one is an easy way to learn and study everywhere, because your flashcard don’t take so much space. You can carry them in your purse, backpack, even to the gym.
You can make them simple, or really colorfull. I used them more, when i have a vocabulary test.
3. Organize your notes.
You really need to hava your notes organized, folder, notebooks, binder, journals, theres a lot o thing you can use to have organized notes. Is better if you have a section or a notebook where you can write everything you need of that especific subject. If they are messy don’t worry, my notes are never pretty, just if I make them pretty later.
I see on some blogs, that they have just one notebook for summaries, thats a good option to, because ther you have in a small and colorful way all you need to know about that lesson, and you can use it for study and carry it everywhere, because I don’t think so that you like to carry a lot of notebooks and papers everywhere you study.
If you use a binder, is good if you have one section for the subject, and everyday organized everything. Because if you are like myself, I usually forgot about them, and later I lost half of the semester, and thats really bad. I’m trying to be more organized.
Pens, markers, highlighters, pencils, color pencils, crayons, whatever you have to make information, keywords, or little notes to standout, use them. This help you to want to read your notes, to used them, because sometimes, you really don’t want to read all black boring notes.
I know a lot of stublyrs have really colorful notes, to be honest, their real notes, maybe can be boring and black, mine are, leater I make them really colorful and pretty, well if you consider pretty with a lot of black. I love my notes with black ink.
By the way, to the point, you can create your own color code, different color pens, for especific notes, different hiaghlighters for especific things.
The Basic are:
-Black: for notes.
-Red: for titles.
-Blue: for keywords, subtitles.
-Gree: for extra little notes.
-Yellow highlighter: for standout information.
5. Take notes.
I already told you about things you can use, but if you don’t use them, is not really worth it. Create your onw way to take notes, some persons like to write everything, then tod summaries, somes like to use Cornel Notes (I’m learning how to use them), them re-write them with extra information, some like min-maps (the look so pretty, even that I like drawing, and I want to be a graphic designer, I just can’t make them, they are so hard for me, please someone show me how), or take pictures, record your lectures. There are a lot of different ways, try them, and use the one that work the best for you.
One thing you need to do, is actually read your information or textbook, just don’t stare a it, for hours pretendng you are studying, that doesn’t work (believe me, I do it for the most part of my highschool years).
Read until you understand the information, if you don’t put a post-it there so you can ask later about that part or do a research. have a pencil, pencil or a highlighter with you when you are reading, so you can mark important information, that maybe it’s on a test, or later in your life you need it (I know, a lot of stuff we learn at high school, we don’t se them, until your older sister ask you “if theres not enough fresh water to drink, why they don’t use water from the ocean?” and you stare at her for an hour with a blank face, trying not to slap her… true story).
You have notes, handouts, textbooks, internet, pdf documents, to read, so actually read them.
7. A study aera.
Your bed, even that theres people who said is not a good idea, all my study I do it on my bed… and my desk is next to it. I’m lazy ok. A desk, living room, a coffee shop… ok whatever place you can have everything you need, ant you can feel confortable.
Even when I’m out on vacation or going to my grandparents’ ranch, I look for a place to study, where I can have some background music, and a table to put my stuff, even a the beach, I use a tote with my stuff, a confortable beach chair, a towels for my legs, and a parasol for the sun, (I’m really pale the palest one in my family, I need to cover my self from the sun, I know probably a look ridiculus, but they understand and they love me.)
8. Snacks, breaks and drinks.
Yes you can be 8 hour straight, but you at least need a 30 minutes break in between, or going insane. Drink water, tea, juice, hydrate yourself, more if is hot, is the worst thing in the world, you can go even 3 days without food (don’t do it), but not without water, you need your body need it, your brain need it.
Eat something, yeah probably a lot of people told you, to eat healthy, and it’s true, but, those days when you have test, finals, projects, papers, a lot of stuff to do, and probably you are sobbing and even maybe dying because you don’t do your work when they told you, you don’t want to waste some time on makeing some healthy food, so eat a pizza, pizza is good, pizza is heaven (I love pizza and tacos, real mexican street tacos), pizza is the best thing in the world, and someone is doing it for you.
9. Ask for help.
Yes, if there is something you don’t understand, or don’t know how to do it, ask for it, your classmates, are good because they can explane you everything on ther own simple words, but if you still don’t understand, ask your teacher, they are for helping us, like really, they like to help, is their job. Never doubt about asking them.
And probably you can do a study group, where everyone help everyone, because you don’t understand physics, but you are good at english, and another classmates is the worst at english, help eachother, but really study, and don’t end doing nothing and eating pizza (even when pizza is the best thing in the world)
10. Background music.
Some persons like realxing and classic music, I’m one of them, but theres times, when I put some realxing playslist, and I end up sleeping for like the whole day.
There’s people who like everything on silence, I personally can’t do it in that way, or I freak out (thanks anxiety for be with me when nobody else is… sarcasm), I need to have, music, a movie or a TV show, so i can concentrate.
If you like pop music, rock music, indie, alternative, country (i love those two) put on, not to loud, but put it on, you need for concentrating, if you thing is insanity to have, you are insane. there’s people who need it, and there’s people who doesn’t, so please, never be like “I DON’T WANT TO HAVE A SHOW ON, BUT IF I DON’T I CAN’T STUDY”, you have it because you need it.
Like myself, when I’m at school, and everything is really quite, I star feeling bad, so I crack a joke, or star singing in my mind, I need some noise so I can still feel alive.
So I hope all these help you, it help me when i was on my last year of high school (four years ago), and I hope it help me when I star University (maybe on the summer).
Have a nice day.
A lot of Love.
Summary: Taehyung’s relationship was toxic, addictive…painful, but he could never let her go, no matter how much she hurt him.
Asdfghjkl i’m actually kinda proud of this one tbh. I’ll probably be doing one for each member sort of loosely based off the mv for ‘blood, sweat & tears’ and it’s mostly going to be angst and smut (i may decide to add some fluff in maybe?) but yeah, enjoy guys! :)
Taehyung knew she was bad news. He knew. But he could never
let her go. Was this so called ‘relationship’ even worth it? Was the pain worth
it? Was she worth it?
Taehyung was a daisy. Bright, bubbly, happy. He bought smiles on everyone’s faces. An angel. But she was
a rose. A rose full of thorns. Something that was beautiful on the outside, so
very beautiful – but when you pick it
up, it betrays you – it pricks you. It breaks your skin, the blood seeping out.
Except, she didn’t prick his skin, she pricked his heart. She broke Taehyung’s
heart, shattered it, and ripped it apart. She made him fall for her, loved
Taehyung for as long as she could, then he became a toy. Her toy. His heart was bleeding – bleeding
with lust, bleeding with greed, bleeding with anger.
He only wanted her for himself. To hold her close while she
is cooking, his head gently resting on her shoulder as his arms wrapped
themselves around her waist – his lips kissing her neck softly, lovingly.
Taehyung wanted to be there for her when she was having her bad days – to massage
her tense body, prepare her a bath with candles all around, to try and cook for
her but ending up failing miserably and having to order some pizza for the
He wanted to make love to her – to have her smaller frame
under his as his cock slipped back out of her glistening folds only to push
back in, leaving her to claw at his back as she buried her head into his
shoulder, moaning out his name. Taehyung wanted to hold her in his arms as they
tried to catch their breaths after sex – he wanted to see her beautiful face
waking him up in the morning as she kissed his face all over.
But all of that seemed like a distant memory to Taehyung.
Now here's the cutest part. ANTI IS THE MOST OVERPROTECTIVE BOYFRIEND EVER WHILE CHASE IS INJURED. anti does NOT let chase get out of bed cause he could hurt himself. Chase could ask for anything and ANTI WOULD GET IT. Like he moves to get out of bed "where are you going?" "I'm hungry" "I'll make you some grilled cheese. Or do you want pizza? I could go get some fast food if you want that instead-" (sergam)