we saw this coming though right

I think it’s really important to remember that Steve’s perspective, coming in to Civil War, is still very heavily influenced by WWII. The movie calls back to this significantly in a few instances, and for good reason; WWII was a global clusterfuck. Governments made bad choices, some worse than others, and a lot of people died before alliances of nations bothered to get involved. Even the ‘good guys’ made the call to drop atomic weapons, which would be a recent discovery for Steve. He was shit at taking orders then, same as now, because Steve has always done what he personally saw as right, knowing that governments and councils might not make the moral call, or might wait too long to make it. 

We see this when Tony busts out FDR’s fountain pens, apparently in some attempt to appeal to Steve’s nostalgia. But Steve has lived through the war those pens brought his country in to, and seen the far-reaching consequences of one man signing a document – it’s not something he can take lightly. 

He’s still almost on board though, until Wanda being held in the compound comes up. And the word Steve uses then is very important:


The internment of American citizens of Japanese ancestry is not a distant memory to Steve; for him, it happened only a few years ago, and his friend and comrade-in-arms, Jim Morita, would probably have had family in internment camps. All supposedly for the greater good and safety of the nation. Steve balking and balking hard makes a lot of sense; even if Wanda is technically in a cushy situation, what happens when more enhanced people turn up? Ones Tony doesn’t have room for? What precedent is set for imprisoning them if he agrees to this? 

Steve has always been about the individual right to choose what is moral. The kid who didn’t want to kill anybody, just stop the bullies, is the same guy who doesn’t want to sign over his will and his shield to others, to step in and follow orders given to him, regardless of what they are.

(Steve remembers all too clearly the acts of men just following orders.)

Notable Guests and Incidents From my Career at Chick-Fil-A
  • Elderly woman in the drive thru that insisted her meal should be free because the total cost was the same as her birth year. 
  • Obligatory group of shirtless frat boys. 
  • Guy who pulled me aside and demanded to know if we wash our floors with grease because the (freshly mopped) bathroom floor was slippery. 
  • Soccer mom that intentionally poured a large strawberry milkshake onto her son’s head as punishment. She asked for a new one.
  • Kid that stood on a table and sung Let It Go uninterrupted from start to finish. She received a standing ovation from everyone in the restaurant.
  • Teenage girl that paid for a to-go order, about $45 total, entirely in singles. 
  • College-age girl that asked if it was true that we were handing out free sandwiches to gays and, if so, if she could have one. I told her we weren’t doing that promotion at our location, but I’d buy her a sandwich if she gave me her number. She politely declined. 
  • Prank caller asking if we wanted to buy weed. The manager replied by saying we had a guy that sold to us for 10$/quarter and to call back when he could match that
  • Multiple instances of kids pooping in the playplace.
  • Another prank caller asking if we sold burgers. The manager (a different one) told them there was a Five Guys across the street, so why on earth bother looking for a burger here anyway?
  • That time Arthur Darville came in.
  • Drive thru guest who regularly asks, very specifically, for “coke zero, NOT diet coke with extra ice’
  • A basketball team from a local high school got banned for using their trays to slide down the slide.
  • This happened to be the same night that the staff all stayed an extra 20 minutes after the doors were locked and took turns using a tray to slide down the slide. 
  • Guy with a southern accent that addressed me as “you with the tits,” shoved his sweet tea under my nose for a refill and then, upon noticing my murderous expression, said, “Service with a smile, darlin’,” winked, and walked out.
  • Woman who told me in a watery voice, upon observing my name tag, that her recently deceased daughter’s name was Emily too. She comes back and chats with me occasionally. 
  • My coworker, Tyquan once finished his conversation with the guests by saying “Love, Peace, and Chicken Grease!” It is now a meme and basically all of our customers know him. 
  • That time I was explaining to one of the girls what Rocky Horror Picture Show was and this elderly couple leaned across the counter with wide eyes and exclaimed “You’ve never heard of Rocky Horror!?” And proceeded to yell their favorite audience participation lines. 
  • Guy who’s on the security staff of a local college frequently comes through the drive thru on his segway. We are all on a first name basis with him.
  • A skinny fuckboy who consistently, for over two years, has always come in wearing a trilby, carrying a copy of hamlet, and ordering “Coca-Cola” instead of coke. 
  • Some redneck-type guy with no front teeth that asked me if almost everybody on the staff is “saved” (they are.) He then asked me how old I was and if I was a nice Christian gal (I’m not).
  • Guy who geek-checked me for my Keyblade necklace. He didn’t play the spinoffs.
  • I went into the low fridge one day and the stack of juice boxes had toppled over, basically burying everything else. I asked the manager what happened, and he looked at me dead in the face and said “it was an appleanche.” 
  • Stoners calling to ask if we delivered.
  • Guy who said, in a deadass tone: “If you guys call it Chick-Fil-A because the staff is all chicks why don’t y’all wear more revealing shirts?” And I honestly didn’t even know what to do because a) our staff is not all women and b) Sir do you realize that this is a heavily Christian establishment I mean christ.
  • Unknown guest who left me several napkins with pictures drawn on them, labelled “tip.” To date it is the third tip I’ve ever gotten and by far the best.
  • That time we traded four large strip trays for eight cases of White Castle.
  • Woman in the drive thru that demanded to speak with the owner because we told her that she could not get six large cups of ice for free and would have to pay for a bag of ice instead.
  • Guy in a full replica batman cosplay. He came in, walked around, took some pictures with people, and left.
  • There was a baby boomer that screamed literally right in my face because his nuggets were cold. I had shit to do though and his breath with nasty so after six whole minutes of this (I timed it) I burst into tears and told him it was just my first day. Later the manager told me that she saw the whole thing and that she almost peed herself from laughing so hard and that I wasn’t allowed to do that anymore. 

And finally…

  • Prank caller asking if we could do a birthday party for 52 lesbians.

LOIS:  Look, Clark, I know that I got a little thorny when you raised the red flag on A.C.
CLARK:  I was just trying to look out for you.
LOIS:  And I appreciate it.  I’ve just never had someone to help guide me through the shark-infested ocean of romance. … Not that I can’t fend for myself.
CLARK:  You know, I think I was wrong about our friend A.C.

4 o’ clock

Request: Tae scenario? His escape from the idol life is a spot where he takes pictures and he notices a girl there? He wants to talk to her but she’s a foreigner so they have trouble talking

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Genre: Fluff; drabble

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Allure Korea July 2017 | Lee Jinki

(T/N: Please note that there might be something lost / errors in the translation. Thank you and enjoy!)

Q: This is your last night in Maldives. What are the most memorable things?
First is playing outside. The nature is very very beautiful. Thanks to the villa I’m staying in I could see the ocean just by sitting leisurely, and I also could see it just by opening the curtain. In the morning or at night, my mind got calm when I saw the ocean from my villa. Next is doing sea activities. I didn’t know I could see a turtle this close!

Q: The villa is nice, right? Although the wind sound is a bit loud sometimes due to monsoon.
I saw stingray come and go. The water level changes every hour. I get to know how deep is the water.

Q: What’s a good point of Minho as your travel buddy?
As you see, Minho is always full of energy. I don’t know what I should do so I can’t decide. But Minho organizes the things that he wants to do. Minho’s good point, but also a weak point is that he has too much energy. (laughs)

Q: What did you put inside your suitcase?
I brought four white t-shirts. I always leave some space.

Q: You’re still touring right? What concert is it?
It’s overseas concert and we want to show it in high
quality just like what we did in Korea.

Q: You’re a concert veteran now, right? Are you still nervous when coming on the stage?
No matter how many times I’ve experienced it, I’m always concerned about maintaining my stamina. However, I always fail at the first show. There is a moment where I burst out my energy explosively that I become so exhausted. Different situations also occur when I do the same performance several times, but I overcome them all as I exchange gaze with the members.

Q: Do you understand each other only by looking at their eyes now?
Not everything, but I think Minho kind of knows. (laughs)

Q: Yesterday was your 9th debut anniversary right? How was the past 9 years?
It’s short if it’s short, and it’s long if it’s long… I think the strongest point of a team is that it continues to exist. Our affection grows as we undergo things together over time.

Q: How have the members grown up?
I think everyone has grown up into a good direction. As each of us are trying to find ourselves, individually, our area of capabilities have gradually become bigger. We gain synergy because of that.

Q: It seems that you care about the other members more because you’re the oldest?
I just listen to them when they tell me something. I also whine a lot. Since we’ve been together for over 10 years, there are days when they are like the hyung, and there are also days when I’m like the hyung.

Q: When is the time when you feel it’s nice to have done this career for 9 years?
Because we’re no longer rookies, it’s nice that we’re able to match each other.

Q: Is ‘A team that is always trustworthy’ a thing that comes across your mind when you think of SHINee? They’re like perfectionist at their performances and songs.
Haha! When I’m working hard on a performance there are times when I don’t think much about it when it’s near the last stage.

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the reading of a quiet boy’s heart ❁ peter parker

summary : these are the contents of nine love letters, sappily written and addressed to you, written by a very lovestruck peter parker. plus a bonus one, because the sap couldn’t resist. 

technically a part two to love letters, but you can def read this separately. 

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author’s note : i didn’t think this through oh my god nine fucKING LETTERS I DID NOT THINK THIS THROUGH i still did it tho enjoy loves

  Peter had a kind heart, the softest you’d ever encountered before, and it was the pure goodness inside him that made you begin to fall for him in the first place. He sat beside you, a respectable distance settling between your bodies simply because he was a commendable gentleman and despite everything, despite all his feelings and wants and thoughts about you, he didn’t want you make assumptions about the type of boy he was. He wanted you to continue liking him for quite sometime, which is precisely the reason he was sliding his letters over to you now. 

  They were his prized possessions from over these past few months, all ten of them, though you’d already had the tenth read to you, and while he had never really expected this moment to come to fruition, he was happy that it was. “So, um, should I read them out loud?” He sifted through the pile to find the first one, and held it out in front of him once it was located. You arranged yourself comfortably on the bed, legs crossed and a ridiculously large smile on your face that Peter couldn’t possibly say no to. 

   He cleared his throat, ducking his head toward the paper. 

   Dear Y/N, 

       Hi. It’s Peter. If you’re reading this, which I highly doubt that you are because why would you be, you know it’s me, Peter, so I probably didn’t need to repeat that like eight times. Whatever. This is pen. I can’t erase it now so I’ll just keep it because the messiness of crossing out all these screwed up sentences would give me anxiety. I figured I’d write this to you because, well, I don’t have the balls to say any of this face to face. I can safely say that such a thing isn’t what I’m ready for. Maybe one day. God, I hope so. I know that if I got a letter like this, I’d be really happy, since it just means that someone was thinking of you and wanted to show it. I hope that one day, if you’re reading this, it makes you happy to know that I think about you. Or maybe you’ll be creeped out. I hope not. That’d be really depressing. Anyways, I just wanted you to know that I think you’re really pretty and I like when you smile at me in school and yeah. You make me happy. Thanks for that. So yeah. Next letter will be way more thoughtful and intricate. I’m new to this writing this. You don’t care. You’re not even reading this. Okay bye. 

     Peter was flushed with embarrassment by the time he uttered the last two words, looking at his knees and laughing a bit before looking back up at you. He was glad to see that you weren’t giving him a mocking smirk. “That was adorable,” you laughed, rubbing his back encouragingly. “Go on. Please.” You leaned down to kiss his cheek gently, and his face lit up where your lips met his skin. He found the next letter immediately and faced you as he read it. 

   Dear Y/N, 

       As promised, I’ve taken it upon myself to gather my thoughts before writing this to you and I hope I am much more coherent than I was in the initial one. I’m trying here. I learned some new words, too. I more of a whiz when it comes to science and mathematics. I’m decent at English, but you probably know that because you sit behind me. You’re amazing in English class. You probably know that just because you’re you and you know how you perform in your own classes. All right, so maybe I’m not as coherent as I thought I was gonna be. Moving on. In English today the teacher passed out different essays to everyone and we had to peer edit each other’s work. I didn’t get your essay but Ned did and I forced him to give it to me. I think he was just putting up a fight because he likes to torture me, which is fine. What are best friends for, right? Well, I read your essay and you’re probably the most wonderful writer I’ve ever read from. Seriously. You have this way with words and it makes me wish I was more of a writer so that I could express the way you make me feel in better sentence structures than the mediocre ones I’m forming at this very second. You’re an excellent writer. If you ever write a book and you have a book signing in some Barnes and Noble in the city or in The Strand, I’m gonna be the first in line, without a doubt. I’ll buy like fifty signed copies. I swear. Write a book. You’d wow everyone, and I think everyone deserves to read a bit of the Y/N Y/L/N’s work. You’d be doing the world a disservice if you didn’t share your talents, but it’s up to you, of course. Just think about it though. 

    “Aw, Peter,” you cooed, throwing your arms around him and pressing your lips against his quickly, your face burning but your smile infinite. “You’ll be the first to read my book when it’s finished. You’ll be the one it’s dedicated to.” In response, the shy boy nuzzled his nose affectionately against your cheek, at a loss for words because this girl in front of him was everything he could have dreamed of and more. 

    Dear Y/N, 

      We were partners in Chemistry today. I’m sorry if I came off like a rude, inconsiderate jerk. I’m gonna be honest right now. I’m shy. You make me shy. I was quiet because if I had talked to you the way that I wanted to, I would’ve be a stupid and stuttering mess and that’s not how I want to talk to you. I know we’ve had conversations before and they’ve been fine but a lot of stuff is different now and whenever we talk I get these butterflies in my stomach that make it hard to think or breathe or talk or look at you or hold things or do basic human tasks. So, that’s why I wouldn’t talk to you. I just didn’t want to look like an idiot in front of the coolest and loveliest girl I know, also known as you. Please don’t hate me. I don’t want you to hate me. 

   He coughed, embarrassed again, but he didn’t let that deter him from reading you the rest of the letters. He’d never let anything deter him from talking to you again.  

   Dear Y/N, 

      I think I’m in over my head. With everything, not just with you. I can’t really mention specifics, not even to you despite the fact that we’re not acquaintances anymore. We’re more like kind of friends, which is great! It means progress. Progress is good. It’s the one good thing lately. I’ll keep it vague. I get beat up every night and then every day I get picked on by Flash. He doesn’t hit or anything- I don’t think he’d be very good at it- but being called Penis Parker all the freaking time takes a toll on a guy, you know? It pretty much sucks. And I can’t tell May what’s going on because I know for a fact that she’ll freak out and everyone knows that if May starts freaking out, I’m gonna freak out even harder, and that’s a scary sight to see. Plus I had to quit Robotics and I really wanted to take the team to the competition this year. I also quit band but I’m not as upset about that. The uniform sucks. It’s too tight. I guess I’m getting muscles. It’s kind of weird since I’ve always been scrawny but I don’t know, it’s interesting enough. I’m not complaining. Maybe you like that in a guy. I don’t know. I try not to think about what you like in a guy because I’m pretty sure your dream dude won’t be anything like me. It’s fine. I’m happy admiring from afar. I like you a lot. I’m good with just being friends if that’s your wish. I don’t know why I’m telling you all these things that I am, but I feel like if you were really here and watching me write this, if you could read this, you’d listen and you’d understand. You always listen, even when I’m rambling, even though we don’t talk much. 

   When he stopped talking and reached for the next letter, taking the faded blue piece of paper from his stack, he knew the feeling pooling inside his stomach was nothing short of elation. He was right, as he often was. You listened. You did.  

   Dear Y/N, 

      Today, you punched Flash in the nose. No one saw it coming. But I think I fell in love with you right then and there. Or at least, I fell deeper in like with you. He called me Penis Parker again and you grabbed his shoulder and yanked him back, you told him to leave me be and he said that if you were sticking up for a nobody like me, you were nothing better. He was wrong. You’re a thousand times better. You stuck up for me and I’ll never be able to repay you for that. You just looked at me and I’ve never seen you look so fiery or so livid but you did and you raised your fist and you punched him and he was bleeding and you didn’t stop to help him, you grabbed my arm and you marched me away from them. No one has ever done something like that for me before. Ned says that it’s because you might like me, too, and I think I’m gonna hold on to the hope for a while longer. I want someone as kind as you to like me. And let’s face, you were a badass. It was epic. And I seriously hope you like me back, you amazingly awesome human being. 

   “You should really listen to Ned more often,” you said, leaning your head on his shoulder and pretending that you hadn’t kind of been tearing up this whole time. Peter pretend not to notice like the chivalrous boy that he was and nodded, chuckling. “Yeah, I should, right?” 

  Dear Y/N,

        This one’s gonna be short, because May is bothering me about who I’m always writing to and I promised I’d explain. I hope you don’t mind that I’m gonna tell her about you. These letters just help me blow off some steam and I guess it makes me feel pretty good to think maybe you’d potentially wanna read them someday. I don’t know. I think it’d be cool to give them to you, but I doubt that day will come. I think I already wrote that in a letter. Damn. I’ll move on. You got detention for punching Flash, sorry about that. Still, you told me that I shouldn’t feel bad about it because the guy had it coming. He totally did. You’re really cool. I’m gonna stop now because this letter is lame bye I like you.

   You poking the dimple emerging on Peter’s cheek and he wrinkled his nose, cringing back. You kissed the little indent. He didn’t want you to ever stop kissing him. The little I like you placed at the end of most of the letters really sealed the deal. 

   Dear Y/N, 

     Aunt May is now dying to meet you. I’m so sorry. I hope you never actually meet her because she’ll probably ask you to marry me and hit on you on my behalf just because she’s afraid I won’t be able to do it myself. She thinks you’re awesome. It’s probably because you punched someone. May is very big on girl power. I think you’d like her. Maybe you could meet her one day? I don’t know why I’m asking you’re not actually reading this and it’s a rhetorical question so yeah. Did I mention I like you? You gave me your book to read today after I mentioned that the series was something I was interested in. Seriously, you just whipped out the whole series and told me to read it whenever. You have the nicest smile when you smile at me. Please stop having such a nice smile. It’s unfair for the rest of us and I keep liking you more and more. It’s getting out of hand. Ned thinks so, too. 

   “See, that was a situation where you shouldn’t have listened to Ned.” 

    “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Should I keep reading?” 

    “I wouldn’t forgive you if you stopped.” 

  Dear Y/N, 

      I can’t stop thinking about you. It’s going to drive me mad. I like you so much it’s gonna suffocate me. Talking to you is the highlight of my day. My affection for you keeps growing and growing and growing as time passes us by and I don’t know what to do about because if I tell you I could either lose you or have the opportunity to be with the greatest person I’ve ever known besides my aunt and my uncle and Tony Stark,  but if I don’t tell you I could lose you. Either way, I could potentially never be with you. And I can’t take the risk. Maybe I should just get over you. Maybe I’d be better off. 

    Without wait, Peter flipped to the final letter. 

    Dear Y/N, 

      It’s been awhile. Sorry about that. I thought I’d try to move on. I tried to like Liz, I figured I could at least try, but she doesn’t compare even though she’s very nice to me, too. She’s not you. You’re the only you. You’re Y/N and I like Y/N not Liz and you’re Y/N and I no longer know what I’m saying. Michelle told me you’re avoiding me because of Liz and that you think I like her and it’s making you upset. Don’t be upset with me. That’s the last thing I wan. I just wanna scream HEY Y/N YOU LOVELY HUMAN BEING YOU I LIKE YOU DON’T HATE ME BECAUSE I LIKE YOU AND YEAH I LIKE YOU DATE ME LOVE ME. I said love. I’m gonna go now. Bye. 

     Peter placed it atop the stack, and you added the tenth one there as well. He wasn’t going to be embarrassed about his feelings. They were right there, right in front of you, his heart already read aloud and listened to you and appreciated by you. The thought seized him and made him lace his fingers through yours, shy smile shy eyes that met yours before closing and kissing you, and everything about him was soft. Soft lips that slanted against yours and kissed you in the way that anyone in love would want to be kissed, with love and with passion and as if he’d never want to do anything else for the rest of his life. Soft hands that tentatively found their way to your hips but didn’t go beyond there, soft hands that caressed your face in that adoring way he did and wound in your hair. Soft eyes that locked on yours and didn’t look away when you both broke for a second, your breathing labored. His forehead pressed against yours. He didn’t want to pull away, ever. 

    May casually strolled into the room, and Peter pulled back quickly but with annoyance, raising his eyebrows at his aunt. She’d let the boy have his kiss, happy- so happy- that her Peter was getting what he deserved, but she was still the parental figure and parental figures had to be responsible. That’s what she had been told, anyway. “Sorry, honey, I just wanted to be introduced to that girl you were telling me about just, like, two days ago.” She said cheerfully, smiling adoringly at her nephew and then at you. You grinned back, standing up to introduce yourself. 

   “I’m Y/N, it’s really nice to meet you, Mrs. Parker,” you stuck your hand out, but May pulled you in for a hug instead. 

   “You can just call me May.” She gave you a squeeze, very motherly, and you missed Peter’s outstanding beam as he watched his two favorite girls embrace. May lightly shoved Peter’s shoulder, then said, “Peter, are you gonna invite her to stay for dinner or what?” 

   “Maaayyyy, let me get my own dates,” he pouted, ushering her out of the room. When she left, her laugh still ringing throughout the apartment, Peter leaned causally against his doorframe in a painful attempt to look cool. “So, Y/N, would you stay for dinner?” Before you could reply with an obvious, May’s voice called, “Or forever? You could stay forever. I’d be on board with that!” 

   Peter blushed, rushing out of the room to tell her to keep quiet, but you didn’t mind one bit. Staying with Peter Benjamin Parker forever didn’t sound like a bad life, not one bit. 

   You hadn’t left Peter’s apartment until nearly ten o’clock, and even then, he had rode the train home with you to prolong the night. He kissed you at your doorstep twice, once on the lips, swift and sweet, and then once on the forehead, tender and caring. Then, he left, continuously looking back at your grinning face so much that he walked straight into your mailbox and nearly squashed a stray cat that had been wandering by. You smiled all the way up to your bedroom, thinking about the adorable idiot that had ensnared your heart in his hands. That night, he wrote you another letter, this time with the intent of giving it to you. 

   He delivered it at your locker a week later (he had spent that week editing it over and over again, making sure his feelings were true), appearing just as you were shutting the metal doors with an envelope in his outstretched hand. He was fidgeting, yes, but he was excited, and you took the letter in your hands after leaping into his arms and sending him flying across the hallway. He didn’t fall, though, which was a plus. 

   Dear Y/N,  

     I’ve heard from a few people that I don’t know what love is because I’m fifteen and technically my brain hasn’t fully developed. Here’s the thing, though: I don’t care. There’s not one part of me that cares about what science says right now. They can say what they want. Maybe, just maybe, I don’t know what love is. Maybe I haven’t the slightest clue. But maybe is a word that means you can never really know and that everything just a possibility. So, there’s only a very slight possibility that I don’t know what love is, but there’s a greater possibility that I do. However, for now, I’ll tell you what I do know. I know that when you smile at me even for just a second I can feel my entire heart quicken in its beats. I feel my pulse racing. I know that when you look at me in that soft and sweet way you do I feel for just a second that nothing could ever possibly hurt me as long as you keep looking at me like that, forever. I know your laugh makes me blush and that when you kiss me I’m completely invincible. I know that every song on my playlist can connect back to you someway somehow and I know that the sound of your voice can make my whole day. 

   If that’s not love, then I have no clue what love is. I’m pretty sure it’s love, though. Correct me if I’m wrong, my love. I’m pretty sure that these feelings that flutter around my stomach day and night and make miss you even when you’ve only been gone for five minutes are love, because what else could they possibly be? I love you, and you’ve made the world, my world, a better place just by making yourself at home in my heart. So thank you for letting me love you and loving me in return. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to repay you, just like I can’t repay you for punching Flash, but I plan on spending as long as you’ll allow me trying to do so. 

Your very in love boyfriend who knows this is too sappy but doesn’t care, 

       Peter Benjamin Parker :) 

   He added the smiley face in, a quick little doodle, and sometimes you liked to joke that the smiley face was what made you know you were in love with him. It wasn’t. It was everything else about that wonderful boy. But it the smiley face was certainly adorable. 

Reggie x Reader: Fingers and thumbs, baby. (Part IV)

A/N: YOUR SELF PROCLAIMED MOTHER HAS ARRIVED TO PROVIDE! Anyway I hope y’all enjoy part four of this mini series. We’re almost there my lovelies.

Plot: When Reggie and (Y/N) have been bestfriends their whole lives but the universe had other plans.

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You fixed your hair for the third time as you sat at your usual booth at Pop’s. The whole day got you thinking and you decided, it was unfair to Reggie’s part if you were going to hold it against him that he didn’t like you back. You can’t put all the blame on someone who didn’t have any idea of your feelings in the first place.

You toyed with your necklace.

Maybe, it was God’s plan that you weren’t able to confess. Maybe it was fate’s way of stopping you from destroying your most precious friendship with Reggie. What’s so wrong about being just friends, anyway? You did it once and it was the happiest moment of your life, you were pretty sure you can handle this.

It was time to fix everything. You already lost the chance of Reggie being your boyfriend but you still had your position as Reggie’s bestfriend and you will not screw that up. Not now, not ever.

You glanced at your watch and noticed one hour passed from the supposed time Reggie was supposed to arrive.You finished your first milkshake and ordered another while replacing Reggie’s melted one. Coach must be killing them right now. Well, it would make sense since their championship game was just right around the corner and Reggie had been killing himself to prepare for it.

Hour two.

Maybe, he fell asleep. You texted him once again and tried to call but it was left unanswered. You called a few more times hoping the ringing would wake him up but you gave up after the sixth try.

Hour three.

He didn’t forget, did he?

No, he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t do that to you. Reggie wouldn’t ditch you like that. You waited. For a call, a text, an excuse, a sign to show you that he still cared. That he didn’t forget. That he didn’t forget about you.

That you mattered.

Hour four.

You woke up with a start when you heard the familiar ringing of the bell when the door opened eager to see if it was Reggie’s disheveled hair and guilty face that would greet you but instead, you found the boy next door.

He ordered his usual from Pop’s before glancing around and beaming when he saw you.

“Hey there, bud.” He said sitting in-front of you. “Late night?” he asked as he pouted towards my laptop.

“Nah, I’m just waiting for Reggie.” You said closing your laptop that you used as a distraction to keep you entertained.

Archie’s smile suddenly dropped. “What?”

“Reggie,” You repeated, to clarify that you were waiting for him without needing to repeat the whole sentence. You rolled your eyes when Archie still looked surprised. “He said we would meet here. Y’know the usual.”

“But (Y/N) –“

“But he is late though and I can’t wait to drown him in guilt when he arrives.” You said stretching your arms a bit and felt the smallest relief as it popped.

“(Y/N) – “

“Have you seen him after practice? Maybe he fell asleep and –“

“(Y/N),” you stopped in the middle of your sentence when Archie took your hand to get your attention. “Reggie isn’t coming.”

This time it was your turn to find the right words to say. “What?”

“I …” Archie sighed. Goddamnit, Reggie. “I saw him leave with V after practice he –“

“No.” You slammed your palm in the table making Archie flinch. “He wouldn’t do that to me.” You repeated the very same words you have been using to convince yourself that Reggie did not forget about you.

Archie stared at you as you looked away. Embarrassment and self-pity filling you inside. Tears tried to escape your eyes but you didn’t give them the permission to fall.

“You’re right,” you gave a glance to Archie who smiled warmly. “He wouldn’t do that to you.”Your bottom lip trembled but you masked it with a cough. “I’m sure he’s probably running here right now and kicking his ass.”

That got a small laugh out of you.

“I’ll just wait with you okay?” You shot him a look. Knowing full well he is just staying to make sure you had someone to take you home if Reggie did ditch you. “So that he’ll feel even guiltier when he arrives.” He lied with a smile.

You bit your bottom lip and nodded. “Okay.”

Reggie woke up with a start from a bad dream he couldn’t remember. He heard ringing from the other side of Veronica’s room only to see that it was his phone that was the source of it. Thinking it was the alarm he set he stood up to turn it off but felt his hands being stopped by a heavy weight only to see his girlfriend sleeping peacefully.

“Babe, hey,” he whispered, shaking her gently. Veronica groaned in protest. “Wake up, I need to go home.”

Veronica opened her eyes only to see Reggie already reaching out for his shirt and letterman jacket. “Come on now, stop pouting.”

Veronica groaned even more and reached out for her phone. “Reg, can’t you just sleep over? It’s like –“ She squinted from the bring screen on her phone. “It’s 11:12, baby. Can you please stay? Pleeeease?”

Reggie froze. “What did you say?”

“What?” Veronica watched as her boyfriend literally sprinted towards the other side of the room to check his phone.


Reggie literally felt every bone in his body turn frozen solid when he saw that it was in fact past 11 and the ringing did not come from his alarm that he missed four hours ago but from Archie who had been calling him non-stop. Along with a bunch of missed calls from you.

“Ron,” he whispered. Afraid that if he spoke any louder his heart would give out. “I need to go.”

“Wait, wha—“

“Sorry! I’ll see you tomorrow. I just – I got to go.”

Reggie forgot all about his car or the fact that he just left his girlfriend, who is probably thinking of ways on how she can break up with him, in her room, too focused on the fact that he just left you all alone on that booth in the middle of the goddamn night.

He just ran and ran and ran the image of your sad distant stare as you waited for him only giving him more adrenaline to run faster. He could feel his legs shaking but he saw the fading lights off Pop’s in the distance and nearly broke the door as he pushed his way inside scaring the life out of Pop’s.

“Jesus, boy,” Pop’s reprimanded. “You gonna give me a heart attack.”

“Pops- wh- where’s –“

“Oh, (Y/N) just left with that Archie boy a few moments ago.” Pop’s said following Reggie’s stare in your booth. Mental images of your hopeful face making his chest tighter by the second and the sudden information of Archie being with you tonight started to fill his veins with poison. He didn’t know what was worse, you being alone or you being with Archie filling up his spot. “Was she expecting you? She looked like she was waiti-“

He ran outside hoping to see a glimpse of you or that red- headed—Archie!

Reggie immediately dialed Archie’s number. “Come on Arch, come on—Archie!”

“Reg, where the fuck were you?!”

“Look I fell asleep and –“

“You better not use that goddamn excuse on (Y/N) she waited for nearly seven hours at Pop’s!”

Reggie was starting to get irritated. Since when did Archie become so attached to you? That was Reggie’s job, not Archie’s, not anyone’s. “What the fuck were you doing with her anyway? Tryna score with my girl, Andrews?”

“What?” Archie’s brain could not even comprehend Reggie’s nerve but he understood that this was Reggie’s defense mechanism.

“I know you like her, Andrews ever since when we were young. And if you’re tryna use this opportunity to –“

“I’m not trying to use anything, Reggie! I just stayed with her because it was late and she had no one to take her home!” Archie nearly screamed on the phone. Defense mechanism or not, he was being an asshole and Archie is going to put an end to it. “In fact, you should be thanking me because if it wasn’t for me your girl would be walking back home in the dark!”

Reggie sighed trying to calm down. “Can I just … can I talk to her?”

“Yeah … that’s the problem pal.” Archie knew that was the closest thing he can get from Reggie as an apology .

“What?” Reggie was pretty sure he was literally gonna die if his heart doesn’t slow down but his fear surpassed his worry about the state of his body.

“I don’t think she’d even want to see your shadow by the looks of it.”

Reggie slumped in the middle of the parking lot. His legs finally giving out. “Is she … is she mad?” Reggie closed his eyes when he realized that mad was the overstatement of the decade.

“No,” Archie said but he sighed making Reggie confused. “Just, I don’t know, sad? Distant? I don’t know how to explain it.”

Reggie couldn’t help but rub his face, trying to calm down. Fuck, that was so much worse. Reggie would’ve preferred if you actually had fun with Archie and completely forgot about him and his slip-up.“Just … where is she? Is she safe?”

“Yeah, I just took her home. But Reg—“

Reggie ended their call before standing up and running towards your house. He’d be damned before he’d let you sleep sad. He felt a buzz on his phone but ignored it, guessing it was Archie trying to stop him.

Reggie literally prayed the whole way to your house to anyone or anything listening from up above. Praying his legs doesn’t give up on him so he can arrive at your house in one piece. Praying you are still awake so that he can apologize properly and you can just forget about this and cuddle. Praying for anything, hell, he’d even accept your anger but he can’t handle you being sad because of him.

When he arrived in your house he swore the ground was moving under his feet but he ignored the urge to throw up. He looked up at your window and saw that you were, in fact, awake. You even looked like you were waiting for him but of course you weren’t. Your gaze was far from him. Your eyes were roaming at the view of Riverdale from your room, trying to memorize every crevice and houses, afraid of forgetting and at the same time wanting not to remember.

Your attention was suddenly torn from your broken yet beautiful town and into your phone.

I’m sorry I’m late.

You looked up from your phone and saw Reggie, a breathless mess, the one thing that was anchoring you into this town. The one thing that somehow managed to become everything you wanted. The person who managed to make you realize that you have a heart while simultaneously breaking it, all without his knowledge.

You wanted to hold on to him until your fingers started crumbling from the pressure but you knew you had to let go.

The tears started falling.

Me too, you replied.

Before Reggie could finish reading the text and trying to call you to try to talk you have already closed your curtains and turned off your phone.

“Goddamnit!” Reggie kicked the grass, trying to find a way to let his anger and frustration out. Once again he sat on the floor, leaning on the tree beside your house.

This was probably the worst fight you had with him. God, did he fuck up.

He opened his phone again to try and call you once more only to see Cheryl’s text from a few minutes ago that sent a chill down his spine.

I warned you.

Reggie was early at your house. Way too early. He brought your favorite sunflowers from the other side of town and drove twice the speed limit to your home to make sure he didn’t miss you even if he had an hour to spare.

“Reggie!” your mom greeted, giving him a hug. “What a pleasant surprise, darling. Come in, come in.”

“Thank you, Mrs. (Y/L/N)” He said giving your mom a hug. “Is (Y/N) –“

“Oh she’ll be down in a few. Sit, darling.” Your mom went back to the kitchen. “Breakfast?”

“Oh no thank you Mrs. (Y/L/N) I’m good.” Reggie doesn’t think he’d actually have the strength to keep whatever he ate inside him, too nervous at your reaction.

“Hey mom I’ll be going early –“

Dumbfounded would be the word to describe as you saw Reggie sitting at the sofa with a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a nervous, almost sheepish smile on his face.

“H-Hey.” He said handing you the bouquet. Before you could turn away you saw your mom looking at you at your peripheral view that you gave him a small smile before taking it. “Thanks.” You walked away from him and looked at your mom. “Mom, do you have anywhere to place this on?” you asked.

Your mother smiled sweetly. “Of course,dear.” She said taking the flowers. “I’ll put this in a vase and place it in your room.”

Before you could protest she already walked away going to God knows where. Which left you in an awkward silence with the person you least expected to have an awkward silence with.

“Let’s go?” he asked, trying to slice the tension but trying to ease his way back to you.

“I forgot I actually had to do something –“

“I can wait.”Reggie said too eagerly.

“Reggie –“

“Please (Y/N),” he pleaded. The mask finally falling off to show his desperation. “Let me fix this.”

(Y/N) stared at him but looked down. “There is nothing to fix.”

“I hurt you.” That statement hurt Reggie more than he realized. Saying it out loud really made everything too real. “I fucked up and you are still hurting. God, you couldn’t even look at me for three seconds straight anymore and—and I hate that. And that’s what I want to fix.”

You kept staring down at your shoes while Reggie kept looking at you. Not realizing why he was so afraid to take his eyes off of you. Afraid that you’ll run, which was stupid, but Reggie couldn’t take any chances.

“Walk me to school?” You muttered, looking at him through your lashes.

Reggie gulped but nodded. “Whatever you want, pup.”

When you said ‘walk’ Reggie expected that you wanted to talk but you seemed to be focusing on everything but him. And Reggie is just itching to talk, to hold your hand, to assure himself that he have not completely fucked up the one thing that was constant in his life.


“Where were you?” You suddenly spoke, making his heart jump. “Last night.” You clarified.

“I fell asleep. Ronnie and I,” the silent wince in your face did not go unnoticed by Reggie and he knew he literally just made everything so much worse. “I—We were messing around and we fell asleep. I set an alarm but I slept through it I’m really sorry (Y/N/N).”

You just nodded and that’s when Reggie started getting defensive.

“Really, pup, why are you making such a big deal out of this. I promise not to do this again, I swear.” He said standing in front of you and offering you his pinky.

“What did you just say?”

“I said I promise –“

“No,” You scoffed and opened your mouth but no words came out. “Wow, you really forgot, huh.”

“What do you mean?” He started getting nervous, if that was possible.

“I thought … I thought that’s why you invited me for a sleepover and—and at Pop’s but …”

“(Y/N/N) please tell me.” He said putting his hands at your shoulders.

Your sad glare made Reggie want to travel back in time and punch his sleeping ass just to stop this from happening. You suddenly looked inside your bag and shoved at Reggie a neatly wrapped box. “Happy anniversary, asshole.” You muttered. “Or is that invalid too since you have a girlfriend already?” You shot at him adding weight on the guilt on his heart. “I hope getting laid was fucking worth it.”

Reggie felt numb.He couldn’t believe he actually forget your ‘anniversary’. His mind got so messed up with football and Veronica that he forgot to buy the bracelet he reserved at the local jewelry shop.

“Jesus fuck, Reggie,” he whispered. He whipped around and ran towards you. You, on the other hand, tried so hard to stop the tears from falling but you were just so full of it.

“(Y/N/N) please I can fix this.” Reggie gasped trying to hold on to you but you just shoved him away. “(Y/N/N)! Wait please!”

“Shut up, Reggie!” you screamed, scaring the shit out of Reggie. “I … I need to go.”

Reggie wanted to protest but you were already on your way so he decided to respect your request. He didn’t realize how literal you meant that.

He didn’t realize he just made the mistake that will screw his life upside down.

Tfw the whole country has just shut down but like, it was only decided late last night that ‘maybe we shouldn’t force our kids to go to school’, like if the Department of Education hadn’t said that I’d be in school right now and would still be in school when the hurricane hit ¯\_(ツ)_/¯


Reader x Stiles Stilinski


Imagine: being in love with Stiles for ages but he never notices, until one day, after a run away from a party, he tells you how he feels about you and things get heated.

Warnings: SMUTTY (oh yeah) SIN, oral sex (female receiving), dirty talk, swearing and sex. Little bits of fluff.

Word Count: 3336

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Viktor's Pauses

Okay, this is a break from my usual tough love on Viktor. This time, I’d like to talk about something Viktor does that makes me really, really happy and proud of him.

We see how kind Viktor is to Yuuri. He is thoughtful and careful with him in a way that appears so soft and warm and everything that made us fall in love with them. Somehow, Viktor just seems to do and say the right things. Not all the time, of course, and he has had his slips like what we saw at the Cup of China, but this is because Viktor is still learning. Most of the time though, he seems to have the right words to say.

The best part for me though is HOW Viktor says these things - more specifically, how he comes up with them. It is not as if the responses come naturally, or are top of mind. He had to learn them, because Viktor definitely thought about other things before the things that he does say out loud. How do we know?

He pauses.

For example, in episode 3, Yuuri (and Yurio) struggle with their respective programs. Yuuri, at his wits end, suddenly comes up with the crazy, “That’s it! Katsudon!”

Now look at what happens next:

There must have been a dozen things that passed through dear Viktor’s mind. Remember, he didn’t know that Yuuri forgot everything that happened at the banquet. He didn’t know that Yuuri didn’t know about his own Eros potential. Viktor’s thoughts possibly ranged from “Excuse me?” to “What the actual fuck,” but he does not say these things. Instead, he pauses.

What do pauses even mean? A pause means a person is thinking. Viktor thinks about what he will say to Yuuri. Granted, Viktor does not have the record of being the most tactful person on Earth. We have seen him deliver brutal truths with that heart-shaped smile of his, but that only makes it even more precious that he makes these later considerations for Yuuri.

Viktor did not start off being this considerate. You know when this kindness started? When Yuuri first ran away to skate away his anxiety since Viktor came, and then more and more as Viktor learned that Yuuri was apparently shy and more delicate than Viktor initially thought him to be.

So back at the dinner table, of course we know that what Viktor says instead of, you know, Yurio’s more sensible, “Seriously?” is:

Viktor’s first careful step!

Fast forward to Hot Springs on Ice. Yuuri panics when it is his turn, but eventually, comes up with another gem:

Viktor pauses a bit.

He’s still not used to this type of lines from Yuuri. In the end though, his answer to Yuuri is:

The beauty of what Viktor does is that it’s a considerate way of acting neutral while he tries to understand how this beautifully confusing creature he sort of fell a little in love with at the Sochi banquet ticks. At the same time, whether he meant to or not, he says things that Yuuri seems to need, as proven by the way Yuuri blushes every time Viktor says something that tells him that Viktor is on his side. Viktor is very careful with Yuuri, and what I love about it is that it shows to us that Viktor still wants to stay and get to know this person even though he is not who Viktor thought he was.

Episode 4, as we know, is that wonderful, wonderful episode that spanned the months of Yuuri’s training, during which we are somehow told that Yuuri and Viktor grew closer and got to know one another better. The next Viktor-pause is not so much a consideration for Yuuri as much as it is proof that Viktor picked up the habit of thinking before he speaks around Yuuri, and somehow finding the right words to say within those brief pauses.

The beauty of the pause here is that it seems to be a tentative one. The theme is love? Why did it become love, now when I am working on him with this? Am I somehow making progress with this person? Viktor pauses for his own sake this time, because Yuuri’s theme caught him off-guard.

But after all this time, Viktor is better with Yuuri, and his response is:

He reacts positively to Yuuri and supports his decisions. He has learned to relate with Yuuri better, and continues to be kind to him. He knows how to say yes to Yuuri’s decisions in the best way possible.

Here is another of my favourite scenes, purely because of Viktor’s word choices.

“Perfect” and “the best theme” – Viktor’s words are encouraging and uplifting, and I can perfectly imagine how they can affect Yuuri and motivate him.

Episode 5 is yet another gift of an episode where, for the first time, we hear Viktor think. And boy, he thinks a lot, and now we know that he does think a lot before doing and saying things in regards to Yuuri. We know he does not always agree with his student:

Yet at the end of the day, still makes the conscious decision to accept and support him.

We can see how this endeared Viktor to Yuuri. I mean look at the boy’s face in that last frame. He’s so happy, he actually cried. Viktor’s constant affirmation helped Yuuri grow and be more confident in himself. While I do believe that Viktor is naturally warm and a very kind person deep down, and while providing Yuuri this kind of positive regard is not contradictory to his personality, it’s wonderful to think that he still had to learn and develop these things in himself as well.

Now, of course Viktor isn’t perfect. He slipped in episode 7 and said the wrong thing. But, as Yakov said, Viktor still had a lot to learn, but it’s heartening to see him keep at it, isn’t it?

Lol, he even does this silent pause thing during their engagement. There was a good pause there, but then again maybe it was just shock. He’s been quiet even during the time that they bought the rings, and pretty much just followed Yuuri in a daze (I assume) up to the last moment. He doesn’t even talk until Yuuri prompts him.

Viktor still says something good, though - probably the best that could be said given the circumstances and given what Yuuri said. He has also grown quite a lot. Somewhere along the way, he learned to speak Yuuri’s language, and it is just a beautiful thing to watch.

i wanted you to be better

Written because this was announced about Peter Parker and Iron Man 2 and I have a lot of emotions about it. Also based off of this amazing art by the lovely @artinggrace i hope you don’t mind that i wrote this off your art. So here it is! (Cross posted to Ao3)

Peter could hear his parents talking to his aunt and uncle in the other room, but he wasn’t paying attention to what they were saying. His eyes were glued on the evening news that had been left on when everyone had left the room.

The newsman was talking about a press conference that had happened earlier that day, something about Tony Stark and a new robotic hero that had been seen fighting at Stark Industries over the weekend.

Peter’s hands clenched around the toy robot he held in his hands as he watched the red and gold one on screen. The picture was shaky and blurry, but Peter could clearly make out the red and gold robot fighting the big gray robot on screen. The face of it looked angry, its eyes radiating a bright blue that matched the circle of light in its chest. Peter gasped as the robot - Iron Man, as the newsman called him - caught the car that the other robot threw in his arms, gently placing it on the ground before taking off after the other guy.

“Woah,” Peter whispered, clutching his toy tighter.

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“Listen, Brat!” Levi X Reader

Pairing: Levi X Reader

Words: 1847

Genre: Action, fluff(?)

Originally posted by nikiforv

              He was the very first one to ever call me a brat! Can you believe his nerve? But I need to learn to ignore him. There is no way I’d quit or let him kick me out – not after what happened.

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First Love (Part 2)

Summary: Suga’s sister wants to spend more time with her brother, unfortunately for you, you want to keep your relationship a secret from your best friend.

Pairings: Min Yoongi (Suga)/ Reader

Genre: Smut

Words: 3.7k

Part 1 | Masterlist

A/N: Sorry that my smut is a little too explicit



“Jisoo?” There stood your best friend, who happened to be sister’s with the guy you just slept with.

“What are you doing here?” She asked confused.

“We just had hot steamy-” Yoongi smirked as your eyes popped out of your head.

“My cable broke and Yoongi kindly offered me a spare.” She was still confused as she looked between you and her brother.

“We’re neighbors.” You further explained.

“Oh…what do ya know.” She smiled but you couldn’t read the truth behind it.

You got up and nervously went over to Yoongi’s kitchen grabbing a glass and filling it up with water.

“Ill be right back.” Jisoo got up and headed towards the bathroom.

“What’s with you?” Yoongi brushed your shoulder as you leaned against his counter. You turned around to face him.

“Nothing.” You shrugged.

“Why are you acting weird?” He leaned into you kissing your jaw line until he moved to your neck.

“I know your sister very well.”

“So?” He leaned back up kissing your lips.

You felt like you were in a daze. You kissed back bringing your tongue deep into his mouth. He moved his hand father up your shirt causing friction.

You snapped back to reality once you heard the sound of a toilet flushing. He looked at you disappointed as you pulled away. “She’s been my best friend for years, don’t you care how she would react?”

“I don’t care what my sister thinks about anything.”

“She might get mad.” You pouted.

“We met before you knew I was her brother….and technically we’re not together…..so we wouldn’t be lying.”

He was right.

“I know.” You heard the door opened from the bathroom.

“That doesn’t mean I don’t want to though.” He whispered as soon as he saw your sadden face.

“So how did you two meet?” Jisoo finally entered the room.

“Your friend is a loud obnoxious person.” Yoongi walked away from you.

“Really? You’re the one who always blast your music.” You argued.

“Only because you started to first.” He argued back.

“Okay so how did you come friends because obviously my brother is hard to make friends with.” Jisoo mumbled the last part but Yoongi clearly heard and pinched her side.

“Yoongi’s not that bad, he’s pretty handy with his hands.” You didn’t mean it in any sexual way but Yoongi did by the look of his face. He was holding in a laugh.

“Is there a reason you’re here?” Yoongi annoyingly looked at his sister.

“Can’t I just hang out with you.” Jisoo answered.

“No.” Yoongi said seriously but you pursed your lips in a smile.

“Come on.” She attempted to hug her brother but he squirmed out of her embrace.

“I’m busy.” He stated.

“Then why does (Y/N) get to be here.” She pouted.

“I was just leaving, he was giving me this.” You held up the cable.

“Fine….but you need to stop working so hard, you’ll get depressed.” Jisoo started towards the door.

“I like my job.” He smiled.

“Can I see your place?” Jisoo looked at you.

“Sure.” You started following her out the door but looked back at Yoongi. He rolled his eyes. You just quietly waved before exciting.

As soon as you let Jisoo in she looked around.

“So.” She sat down on your sofa. “What’s going on between you and my brother?”

You froze. “What do you mean?”

“My brother is quiet and grouchy….he obviously likes you if you stepped foot into his apartment.” She chuckled.

You took a deep breath of relief, you thought she expected something.

“Yoongi’s nice.”

Jisoo sarcastically laughed.

“He’s a little rough around the edges but hes pretty cool.” You smiled.

“Tell me your secret then.” She huffed.

“He can’t be that bad.” You suggested.

“I don’t know….we used to be close, until he got into his music…..then he started pushing me away.” She said.

“But I’ll take some of the blame….I kind of ignored him growing up….thats why I’m trying to make up for it now…..but he won’t budge.” She was distraught over the whole thing.

Maybe you could change that?

“I’m sure he’ll come around.” You tried to be optimistic.

“So you’re really friends with him?” She asked.

“I don’t know honestly.” You laughed.

“Well maybe you could get him out of the house?”

You arched your eyebrows. “I don’t know….my parents think he’s depressed….he never visits home anymore and they want me to change that….but It’s obvious that I can’t change that.”

“And you want me to help you?” You were confused.

“My parents are kicking me out of the house and they said ‘why don’t you spend some time with your brother.’” She said mockingly.

“Where are you going to live?”

“They suggested with Yoongi but I know for a fact he won’t like that.”

You didn’t want to suggest with you because you only had just enough money for you alone. College students have a hard time finding jobs and it was Jisoo in this case, so you knew she wouldn’t help you with the rent.

“Maybe you could convince him?” She batted her eyelashes.

“He wont listen to me.”

“My parents are probably gonna ask him.” She leaned her head between her hands. “I’m going to be homeless.” She put on a show.

“Shut up…everything will be fine.”


Later that day, after Jisoo left you went next door.

You knocked a few times and heard no answer. Luckily you tried his door knob and it was unlocked. You thought this was the wrong neighborhood to be leaving your door unlocked.

You didn’t see any sign of him so you thought of the first place where he could be. His studio. As said, you saw him with his headphones on. You bit your tongue seeing him finally bottling up his music.

You pulled his headphones down so they were now on his shoulder. “Hey.” You greeted.

“You should really start locking your door.” You smirked.

“I figured you were coming.” He gave that intense stare.

You blushed. “Your sister’s worried about you.”

He leaned back into his chair rolling his eyes. “Of course she is.”

“I’m serous Yoongi.”

“Just tell her I’m fine.” He turned back towards his computer.

“It’s more then that….she wants you in her life.”

He leaned his head against his hand. “Why?”

“What happened between you two?” You asked.

“It’s nothing…..I don’t want to talk about it.” He avoided your question.


“I don’t want to talk about it.” He raised his voice and put his headphones back on blasting his music.

You took that as your sign to leave. It was a touchy subject that wasn’t your business to medal, even though you were technically asked to.

You got up and as soon as you reached your apartment you crashed to your couch. Sammy immediately jumped up laying on your stomach.

“Men.” You rolled your eyes as Sammy purred against you.


Yoongi was blasting music to calm him self down. He hated thinking that his sister was talking about him to you. He tossed his earphones back off feeling guilty. He didn’t mean to snap at you.

He left making his way towards your apartment. He ran your door bell like usual. You got up retrieving to the door. You opened and you were surprised it was Yoongi but also you didn’t expect anyone else to be at your door.

You didn’t answer you just walked back into your apartment. You made your way over to your kitchen to open a can of soda. You were giving Yoongi a cold shoulder but he deserved it for snapping at you. And you wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine.

You could feel his presence behind you. “I’m sorry for being a jerk.” He softly spoken.

“You’re always a jerk.” You bit inside your cheek.

“I know.”

You turned around looking at him. “It’s none of my business anyway, I should of ignored Jisoo.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes again but not at you. “What does my sister want?” You looked up surprised.

“She quotes she wants to take you out of the house.”

He just stared at you un-amused. “Fine, tell her I’ll fill her in.” You smiled seeing Yoongi smile.

“But you come first.” He was now in front of you making you lean against the counter.

You blushed. He filled in the small space when his lips brushed yours. You felt butterflies burst through your stomach.

You jumped up wrapping your legs around his waist and he immediately brought you to your bedroom.

As soon as he placed you on your bed he was already towering over you kissing you immensely. You tugged on his shirt bringing him closer.

You felt him reach under you to unhook your bra. He had easier access as you were only wearing a tank top. He slipped your bra out of your shirt with no problems.

You moaned against his lips as you felt him play with your breast. As you started to feel friction rising you felt a buzzing in your pocket. You tried to ignore the irritation but the sensation had you giving in. You pulled away to look at your phone as Yoongi moved down to sucking your neck.

“Fuck!” You whined.

“What?” He looked at you.

“It’s Jisoo.” You panicked.

Yoongi rolled his eyes. “Don’t answer.”

“I have to….shes expecting me.”


Before you could reply you answered. “Hey Ji.” You greeted

“Hey….so….did you talk to my brother?”

You watched as Yoongi face was annoyed yet puzzled.

“Yup….he said where and when.”

Yoongi leaned down sucking on your neck once again. You mentally panicked as you felt his tongue brush your skin. You tried to stay calm as Jisoo was listening on the other line.

“Really? How did you get him to agree.?” She asked excited.

You were hypnotized by the pleasure you almost didn’t hear her.

“U-um…..what?” You stuttered.

“I said, how did you get him to agree?” She repeated.

Yoongi sat up. “I just asked him.” Which was the truth.

You watched Yoongi tug down your jeans tossing them aside. He then smirked as he pulled your panties down.

You breathing picked up as you watched him dip down kissing up your inner thigh. It was clearly audible through the phone.

“Are you okay?” She asked suddenly.

“W-what? I’m fine.” You gulped.

“There’s no way you just asked him.” She continued.

You couldn’t help but moan as you felt Yoongi’s tongue slid through your folds.

“You sure you’re okay, it sounds like you’re masturbating.” She giggled.

“What? I’m just watching my show, that lawyer is something else.” You laughed nervously.

“Trust me I know….so what should we do then?”

You bit your lip as Yoongi continued to lick up your core.

“Maybe you should ask your brother?” You suggested as you felt Yoongis fingers slide into your center.

“Fuck.” You whispered.

Yoongi quickly popped his head up.

“Tell her you’re busy.” Then he continued what he was doing aggressively.

“Are you sure you’re not doing what I think your doing?” She generally sounded confused.

You reached down tugging through Yoongi’s hair causing him to lean into you closer.

“Of course not.”

“I’m not convinced….you seeing someone?” She asked.

You were so dazed you couldn’t even control your emotions. “No why?”

“Because I heard a mans voice a second ago.”


“And you’re like totally not listening to me.”

“My tv is really loud sorry.”

“Are you having sex?” She sounded more disgusted.

“Jisoo….can we talk later?”

“Oh my God….you are….(Y/N) what the fuck?” She whined.

“I am not….call me later after you talk to your brother.”

“I can’t believe you.”

“I’m not doing anything I swear….I would of told you if I was seeing someone.” You tried to steady your voice that time.

Then you hung up not caring if she had a respond. You felt like you were close to an orgasm by this point. But before that could happen Yoongi’s phone start ringing.

He got up and slapped his forehead. “I’m definitely not answering.” He held up his phone showing Jisoo’s user ID.

He clicked the bottom on the side to silence it and he sexily started to unzip his pants.

“Can you hurry?” You whined.

He took that to action and immediately got on top of you leaning down kissing your lips. You reached into his bed side table grabbing a condom accidentally knocking things over.

Yoongi looked up arching his eyebrows. “Can you be quiet.” He teased with a smirk.

“I swear.” You threaten as you handed him the condom and he rolled it on.

You felt him brush his member against you core before pushing in. It didn’t take him long to quicken his speed making the pleasure take over. You pushed him over so you be on top taking control.

He smirked by your actions.

You rocked against him in a steady pace taking in the pleasure that you wanted desperately. You moaned as he weakened beneath you. He grabbed a hold of your hips trying to control himself.

You felt his warm juices spill, making you reach your climax. You felt dizzy from the quick exchange that you felt Yoongi grab your hand comfortably. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” You giggled. “You wear me out.” You fell to his side.

“I’m sorry.” He smiled. You loved his smile. It was beautiful.

Since everything that happened you thought deeply. What was this? Did he really want to be with you? Or was he another guy who just wanted sex?

You wanted to find out for sure.

“If your sister is going to be around….that means we can’t be…..close.” You almost spilled everything.

He lost his smile. “It’s not like she will be around me every second of the day.” You could already hear the annoyance in his voice. Little did he know.

“You’re right….sorry.”

He grabbed your hand bringing it to his lips. You were taken back by the romantic gesture. You felt butterflies from this side.

“I told you, I don’t care if she finds out….but I will only do it for you.”

You smiled.

You both heard his phone ringing once again. He groaned in annoyance. He got up grabbing his boxers in the process.

“It’s my mom?” You quickly got up yourself throwing on your clothes as he answered.

“I better take this.” He pursed his lips.

“It’s fine, I have school work to catch up on.” You kissed his cheek and he pouted understanding.

He grabbed his stuff and answered the phone on his way out.

Unfortunately you knew what that phone call was and you didn’t want to be near him when he finds out.


“Hello.” Yoongi answered the phone.

“Hey sweetie.” Yoongis mother greeted through the phone. “How are you?”

“Good.” Yoongi answered quietly.

“I know you’re probably busy but could you make time for a family dinner.” Yoongi mentally groaned but he didn’t want his mother to know that.


“Really? Thank you sweety…..Tavolo’s around 6.” Yoongi’s mother sounded excited.

“Okay.” Then they said their goodbyes.


As soon as Yoongi got to the restaurant he spotted his family immediately. The only surprise was that Jisoo was there. Why was she here? Why was he here? He thought.

“Min Yoongi, you came.” His mother jumped up hugging her son.

“Hi mom.” Yoongi had a soft spot for his mom. He loved the attention, even if he didn’t act like it.

Then his father got up shaking his hand. “Been a while since we’ve seen you.”

“I know.” He started to sit but Jisoo quickly hugged him.

“Hi Yoongi.” His sister greeted.

Yoongi just let Jisoo hug him but he didn’t respond. Then she sadly sat down next to him.

“So how’s work?” Yoongis mother asked.

“It’s fine.” He nodded.

“You still dating the girl you work with?”

Yoongi was taken back by his mothers question.

“No we broke up.”

“You two will work it out huh?” His mother knew of the on again off again relationship her son was in.

“Okay we called you both here because we feel like we’re drifting away as a family.” His mother wanted to get to the chase.

Yoongi arched his eyebrows confused.

“Look at you two, you’re not close anymore….Jisoo you may live with us but you never talk to us….and Yoongi you never come home anymore or even call.” His mom started to wipe the tears that brushed her cheeks.

“That’s why Jisoo will be moving in with you.”

“Sorry what?” Yoongi asked.

Jisoo already knew of her parents plan so she just sat there quietly.

“You heard me….you two need to build your relationship again.”

“And you think living together will change that….if anything it will make it worse.” Yoongi snapped.

“Please sweetie….Jisoo can’t live with us anymore…and It’s only temporary, until she can find her own place to live….teach her some responsibility to be on her own.”

So a life lesson?

Yoongi slouched in his chair nodding his head in approval.

“I promise, this will be good for you both.”


You were about to leave for your waitress job as you heard a faint knock at your door. You got up to answer it and as soon as you answered the door. Yoongi pushed you inside pinning you to your door.

He kissed you desperately and aggressively making your stomach turn with pleasure.

You gently pushed him off so you could get a breather.

“What’s with you?” You giggled.

“We need to hurry because I don’t know how much alone time we will get anymore.” He leaned down kissing your neck.

“What do you mean?” You had a little sense from what he was talking about but you wanted to be sure.

“My parents are making Jisoo move in with me.” He huffed annoyed.


“Because they want us to be close again and they thought they could use me to teach her some grown up responsibilities.”

You pursed your lips to try not to laugh. Jisoo was your typical college student, careless, irresponsible, and lazy.

“This isnt her fault….she loves you.”

“I know…I just wish she could grow up a little….on her own.”

You slipped out a giggle, not helping it. “You think this is funny?” Yoongi said playfully.

“Nope.” You bit your lip.

Yoongi leaned back in kissing you passionately. You could feel his arousal already through his jeans.

“We need to hurry.” He whispered.

You tugged down his pants buckle quickly as he pulled your left leg around his waist. You felt his member brush your underwear out of the way before quickly pushing in.

You moaned against his lips feeling him go deep. You had to hold onto his shoulders to remain steady.

Everything felt like it was going too fast. You could feel your pleasure building up but next thing you know you heard knocking on the door next door.

“Fuck shes here.” He groaned but not stopping.

“Yoongi?” You heard Jisoo knock.

You could feel him start to slow down. “Don’t stop.” You whispered.

He quickened his pace once again bringing that familiar feeling back.

“(Y/N)?” Then you heard the knock coming from right behind you.

“Hurry hurry.” You moaned quietly.

Then there it was, your orgasm hitting you like a truck. You felt limb against your door as you felt Yoongi release inside you.

“(Y/N)? You in there?”

You tried to steady your breathing as so Yoongi. He slid out of you so fast that you almost fell over without his support. He buckled his pants back up.

“What the fuck we do now?”

“Not be obvious that’s for sure.” You fixed your uniform then fixed his hair.

You opened the door and were met with a pacing Jisoo.

“Hey.” You greeted your friend.

“Didn’t you hear me?”

“No sorry, I was getting ready for work.”

Then she finally saw her brother. “What are you doing here? You knew I was coming.” She pointed to his apartment frustrated.

“(Y/N) needed my help with something.” He lied.

“Yeah….remember…..my cable broke again.” You pursed your lips.

“But you’re leaving for work?” Jisoo was trying to piece the puzzle together.

“Yeah but I thought I would catch him while he’s actually around.” You nervously laughed.

Jisoo still had evidence of confusion in her face.

“Come on let’s get you inside.” Yoongi pushed her to his apartment.

“See you later.” You started to leave.

“Whatever.” Yoongi grouched. At first you thought he was serious but the cute smile he was holding had you blushing.


As you were working you couldn’t get Yoongi out of your head once again, but this feeling was different.

You were falling for him and you knew it. You felt happy when he was around but how were you going to show those feelings with Jisoo in the way? You loved her and she was your best friend but if she found out, you knew she wouldn’t be happy.

But you felt like you couldn’t be happy if you had to hide from her.


When you woke up this morning you immediately went to make yourself some coffee.

“Boo!” You jumped almost dropping your fresh cup.

“Jisoo? What the fuck you doing here?”

“I know you get home at like 2am but you need to at least lock your door.” She laughed.

“Sick of your brothers place already?” You sat down on the couch throwing a blanket around you.

“No he was called into work.” That’s rare.

“So are you and my brother together?” You nearly choked on your coffee.

“No….why would you think that?” You nervously answered.

She looked at you hard. “But you’re dating someone right? And I figured because you two are always together it seems.”

“No and no.” You denied.

“Then explain that phone call.” She crossed her arms.

“I told you I was distracted by my show.” Jisoo had no change of expression, she knew you were lying.

“Okay, good then because I’m pretty sure that my brother is back with his ex anyway so I thought I warned you just in case.” She snipped. She got up and headed towards the door.

“See ya later.”

What the fuck has gotten into her?


Masterlist | Part 1

EXO Reaction when you are staying the night with them after a big fight you two had

Some Angst after the little smut. Xoxo, Admin A~

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*He would stay by your side the whole night. Hold you tightly and even though he wouldn’t sleep, he would be there to guard your dreams* “It’s okay jagi… people fight. Couples fight. We can get through this, together. It’ll be okay”


*He hears you crying at night, and it breaks his heart. He won’t let go though, he will hold you tightly and even though he is letting you cry, he is still there, to slowly mend your heart* “It’s okay baobei.. I’m hurting to but… we are together, aren’t we? I won’t go anywhere, I’ll always be by your side”


*You would watch him sleep, probably stroke his cheek from time to time and that would wake him up* “I don’t like seeing my girl crying when I open my eyes… it hurts because I know I’m the reason behind it. I’m sorry Y/N… I really am… will you let me stay by your side? Can I still be the one who heals your wounds?”


*He’ll probably be up the whole night, thinking about the fight and everything that happened. He’ll want to talk about it again the next morning; not that he wants to continue fighting, no, he simply wants you to know that he loves you and appreciates everything you do and what you say is always important yo him*


*I don’t know who would be messier, him or you. He’d be devastated, crying every now and then, holding you tightly the whole night.* “I know you are scared of losing me jagi, but I’m scared of losing you. I don’t want a fight to change us, to make things awkward. I love you and just the thought is driving me crazy.”


*He won’t sleep, he’s probably not even tired. The thought of going to bed and waking up without you at his side doesn’t let him sleep. He wants you to know he’s there, for you. So he’ll stay up, stay up and give you sweet kisses from time to time while you sleep; stay up and make sure you are real and you aren’t gone* “I don’t want to lose you for my own stupidity… I’m sorry jagi”


*Probably doesn’t want you to see him cry, he wants to be strong for you, knowing that the fight took all of your energy. It’ll be hard for him but he’ll be there, with you and for you. And even though he can feel his eyes burning as the tears form, just feeling your warmth in his arms is enough for him to endure the night* “Forever right jagi? We’ll be together forever”


*He’ll be up or wake up whenever you do and need him. He’ll be there to tell you “Everything is alright” when you need to hear it, to tell you “I love you, you’ll always be my girl” and to give you that forehead kiss that always makes you feel safe. Even if it’s with little things, little actions, he’ll make sure you know he loves you no matter what”


*He won’t be able for sleep for days tbh. Even if you are sleeping by his side… he won’t be able to do it. He’s scared and terrified of losing you, the fight left this heavy feeling on his chest and he can’t get rid of it.* “I promise jagi, that a fight won’t take me away, that nothing will make me go. But will you stay? Tell me you will..”


*He’ll hold you close the whole night, sob a little when he knows you are asleep, kiss the back of your head and neck and impregnate his memories with your scent. If you had any worries that he might leave you in the morning, they are probably long gone by now because he will be there, you’ll be there in his arms, and he will wake you up with an “I love you”, because you are what he holds most dear´*


“Baobei.. we are not going to bed until I know you are alright… until I know you have calmed down and you know how much I love you. Sometimes we fight but… that doesn’t mean I love you less okay? I hate doing it… it hurts so much but, if you stay by my side, we can overcome anything right? Come here, I want to hug you tightly.. I love you baobei”


*Even though he had told you that night he was not leaving anywhere, you find him the next morning sleeping in the couch. For a moment it gave you a heart attack, not feeling his weight sinking on the bed, but when you saw him there, laying on the couch, the only thing you wanted was to curl in his arms and stay there the whole day* “I’m sorry jagi.. I didn’t want to wake you up… I was dreaming and then.. I woke up crying.. but you were sleeping so peacefully that I couldn’t wake you up… I love you jagi.. please don’t forget that”

[Masterlist] [Guideline]

Code Red

Requested by Anon.

Tony has created a chatroom.

Tony has invited Steve.

Tony: Get your ass down here right now! We might need your shield. She still hasn’t come out of her room. We only saw her this morning for a few minutes and she barely spoke to us.

Steve: Tony, listen.

Tony: I’m worried, this is unlike her.

Steve: Tony.

Tony: Do you think she’s sick? She’d tell us though, right? But then again, Y/N is so strong!

Steve: Hold on.

Tony: Too many missions have increased her pain tolerance! She could be in pain and not even know it!

Steve: Listen to me.

Tony: What if she contracted a virus on our last mission?! What if she’s quarantining herself?!

Steve: I don’t think it’s that.

Tony: Worse! What if she’s sad?!

Tony has added Thor, Vision.

Tony: We have a code blue!

Thor: Is it Lady Y/N?!

Vision: This can’t be happening!

Tony: Get the emergency cheer up items!

Vision: We must find the source of her sadness and end it!

Steve: I don’t think it’s any of that!

Tony: She’s being mind controlled?!

Vision: Damn you, Charles! Y/N will never join the X-Men!

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The Recruit (Chapter 11) - Mitch Rapp

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “Day 62″

Characters: Mitch Rapp, Stan Hurley, Beth, Dan Brunski, Peter Collins, Jacob Clemens & Reader/OFC

Warnings: Separation anxiety, anxiety, somewhat detailed description of sexual assault/attempted rape.

IM SERIOUS DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU ARE EASILY TRIGGERED. you can always just message me and ask me what important plot you missed.

Author’s Note: “y/n/n” means your nickname, like if your name can be shortened to something, if it can’t then just go with your name. “y/f/i” means the first initial of your first name. 

Summary: Mitch is forced to take a day trip with Stan to the Ghost Protocol Training facilities, and y/n takes off for New York City to see someone from her past.

Chapter Ten - Chapter Eleven - Chapter Twelve

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“Y/n/n.. Y/n/n…” Mitch whispered and nudged you awake. “Hey, hey… it’s me.” You flinched backwards in your bed, your legs struggling to get you upright fast enough under your sheets. You were clearly having a nightmare about the attack. Mitch wanted to leave even less.

“What’s going on? Why are you dressed?” You asked groggily.

“I heard Stan telling Aiden that he’d be gone for a couple of days so I went and slept in my room after you fell asleep. I was worried he’d come in my room and I wouldn’t be there.”

“You’re leaving?”

Mitch held up Joseph Heller’s novel, Catch-22.

“You’re going back to Ghost..”

“Yea and I’ve gotta go now. I told Stan that I’d be down in a minute, I was just stealing one of your books. I’ll only be gone for a day.”

“Be careful.” You looked up at him with emotional eyes, and he nodded.

“I will.” Mitch leaned down and left a lingering, sad kiss on your lips.

Don’t go.” was what you wanted to say but didn’t. You watched him walk out the door, your book in his hand, and you sunk back into your pillow. It was still dark out. You glanced up at the bookcase on your wall and saw the space where Catch-22 had been. It was the first time that he had left in a month and you were anything but excited to go through the day without him. You decided you wouldn’t.

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When you tried to kill yourself

Anonymous said: Can I get a bts Mafia reaction? One where you try to kill yourself? Sorry if it’s to heavy. I loooooove you blog btw 

Thank you for liking my blog I warned you to do not read it of you can’t stand the mention of suicide.  

Kim Namjoon : 

It is dark yet scary. You hate to be alone in the dark and your anxiety couldn’t make you tell Namjoon about this. He was very busy with the problem in his gang so you don’t want to burdened him. Your anxiety got worse when your mother suddenly told you to not come to her family again. 

It’s because you chose Namjoon over your family. 

What is worst than being kicked out from your own family? You didn’t tell Namjoon about this, yet, he didn’t feel anything wrong from you. You cried a lot, you drunk a lot, and the most important thing is, you drink a lot of pills to make you sleep. And that’s not good. 

Namjoon came home earlier than usual, “y/n? Babe, where are you?” He called you but no answer. He thought you already asleep and went upstairs. Before he went to your room, he went to the kitchen to have a drink. But he opened the wrong shelves and saw a lot of your empty bottle for pills. He didn’t see any doctor’s recipe on it, “good Lord…” He ran upstairs immediately and opened your room. 

There you are, with pale skin and closed eyes. He cursed and dialed the ambulance, “just get fucking here quickly, asshole. Someone is dying for overdose!” He would do anything so you recovered, “money is not a big deal. Just bring her back.” 

Kim Seok Jin : 

People discriminated you badly just because you’re Jin’s girlfriend the well-known drug dealer in the world. People gave you a lot of negative comments on your social media even though you sure you make it private. 

“She’s a whore. I know she only wants his money.”

“Yeah, he’s her sugar daddy after all.” 

“What a slut.” You also could hear them while you’re shopping for food. You told Jin to not buy you anything luxury, it’s because you don’t want to grab any people’s attention. You tried to ignore the negatives from outside and stay at home. 

But people could find a way to make you hear those comments and you couldn’t stand it. You started to fill the bath tube with cold water and you sat on the edge of bath tube. “Can I live my life too?” You mumbled weakly. 

You put your legs inside the bath tube and looked at the ceiling before you drowned yourself. You struggled a bit cause you couldn’t breathe but when you start to lose your consciousness someone pulled you. The first thing you see was Jin’s angry face. “What the hell are you trying to do! Don’t you think you’re being a coward here! If you have problem just tell me and I’ll help you to fix it!” He yelled. 

Min Yoongi : 

He knew you have dark past with knife and self-hurting and tried his best not to trigger you with that. But one day, you went to work at the near cafe because Yoongi didn’t let you went too far from house. 

You’ve been asked to went home with male customers a lot. “I know what you did with that rich guy, why don’t you give me the same? I’ll treat you.” They look you like you have no dignity at all, and it makes you feel….stressed. It’s not the first time you heard someone told you that. 

“What are you doing?” Yoongi stood with his glare to your bleeding wrist and cutter beside you. You stared at him blankly, “Yoongi-ah,” you called him weakly, “do I really deserve this? Why people can’t understand that….that I’m not that kind of girl?”

He walked towards you carefully, “what do you mean?” He asked. You cried, “it looks like I’m in a same level like those women who sell their body..” He quickly kicked the cutter. “tell me who said that to you,” he said while cleaning your blood. His heart aches badly when he saw you like this. 

“You know I will hear your problem all the time right? It really hurts me to see you like this.” Even though he’s a cold person, he would be very gentle around you and keep an eye for you. “After I treat your wound, let’s go to sleep. Or we can do anything you want.”

Jung Hoseok : 

He was working on his desk this evening, he told you that he would come home late this day. But suddenly, Taehyung ran to his office without knocking and panting hard, “h-hyung…y-y/n noona is in hospital.”

He stood immediately, “what? Why?” He grabbed his blazer and followed Tae to the car. “Jin hyung saw her almost fainting in the mall.” 

When he arrived at hospital, he asked the nurse who just came out from your room. “Are you her guardian?” Asked the nurse, “I need to speak with you privately.”

He sat on the chair in front of the doctor, “what is your relationship with Yoon y/n?” He asked. Hoseok sighed, “I’m her boyfriend. Is she okay?” The doctored looked at him in sympathy, “she consumed a lot of pills and overdosed. She’s been stressed out for the whole month,” he explained, “her body is really weak right now and I suggest you to stay with her 24/7 this month.”

Hoseok would cry when he saw you sleep peacefully on your bed, “I’m so sorry, y/n-ah…” 

Park Jimin : 

You talked a lot about you want to die, “it seems…quiet. You know Jimin, I might die before you.” He didn’t answer, he doesn’t want to show his mad expression. “Why do you wanna die so bad?” He asked. 

“I don’t know, I’m tired.” 

“y/n, you know you have me right? If you have problem you can talk to me.” 

You stared at him with your weak eyes, Jimin shook his head, “I can’t let you die, no,” he said, “can’t you understand my feelings when you said that? Don’t you think it’s a very selfish wish for you to make?”

Before he get mad again, you hugged him tightly, “I’m so sorry, I was thinking out loud about death. I’m so sorry if that makes you uncomfortable,” you said, He hugged you tighter as his head in your neck. “I don’t want to lose you, you are very important to me.” 

“I know, Jimin, I know. I won’t leave your side.” 

Kim Taehyung : 

His eyes showed his fear, his hands trembled as he saw you lying on the floor with blood from your head. He fell on his knees as he touched your cold body. He didn’t see this coming, until Jungkook called him about a loud gunshot in your house. 

“But…why? Did I do something wrong?” He cried, “you smiled! I saw you this morning and you smiled!” He yelled. Jin calmed his down but he reject the comfort. “y/n, is it one of your prank again?” He cried, “you beat me this time, so please wake up!” He burned himself under your crook. 

He would cry a lot since you’re the only family he had. 

Jeon Jungkook : 

This isn’t usual, Jungkook is very busy since he’s the Ace of the group but he’s here to pick you up from your school. He smiled when he thought about your surprised face when you saw him. 

“Is she okay?”

“Yah, call the ambulance! Quick!” 

“Did she gets a lot of that letters?” The whole students whispering about this girl cut herself in the bathroom, one of the teachers found out. “She’s been crying for the whole week.”

He sensed a bad feeling so he ran to your class, but he didn’t find you there. “Oh, Jungkook!” He turned and found your friend, Yuna. “Where is y/n?” Asked him in panic. Her expression turned to pale. “Yuna, tell me,” he growled. She cried, “she….she got a lot of hate letters! She stressed and cut herself in the bathroom, Mr. Han found her and bring her to the infirmary-” Jungkook ran to infirmary right away. 

“Shit, shit, shit,” he mumbled. 

Archie Andrews | Perfect timing

Count of words: 1542

Warnings: there is a paragraph of smut cause in the request you said friends with benefits, so I benefited from the benefits part (I’m trying to make a pun here but I’m horrible. sorry)…. maybe one or two curse words

A/N: just hope you like it ♥♥




tayrae515 asked:
Ok bby reader goes to school with Archie and the gang, Archie and reader don’t like each other but through sexual tension decide to do the whole friends with benefits but not really friends, Archie finds out that reader is a serpent and the only reason she goes to his school is because pop from the dinner is the only person who has ever been there for her archie gets mad at her for lying and she gets offended. Instead of Fred getting shot pop does and Archie helps her and they realize feelings💕

Although you have being going to school with the, so called, Core Four, or the three musketeers ; concluded by Archie Andrews, Jughead Jones, Betty Cooper (the Core four actually includes Veronica Lodge as well) , since forever, you had just now started hanging out with them. You really didn’t know how it came up, but one day Jughead simply sat across from you at Pop’s and suddenly, boom, you’re friends. Actually, you knew why it happened, but that was only for you and Jughead to know. But even though he and the girls were so nice and friendly, Archie was the exact opposite and truth be told the feelings were mutural.

Here’s the thing, you hated Archie’s guts, but the boy made you feel some time of way, making it seem like he was playing with your head. What you were not aware of was that he felt the same. There were times when he’d look at you and then he would let his eyes linger a little while longer taking in your whole physique, and let them travel even where he shouldn’t. There would actually be a lot of sexual tension between the two but neither of you liked to admit it, thinking it was one-sided. Until tonight.

You and the gang were at Pop’s, eating your favorite burgers accompanied with the infamous curly fries and stupidly sweet milkshakes of Pop’s, when Archie texted you to meet outside the average sized building. He got up first and walked to the side, outside the restaurant where he settled for a while waiting for you to show up; something you did, five minutes later. As soon as you stepped a foot into the cold night a strong arm pulled you to the back of the fast food place, leading you to a door that revealed an abandoned, but surprisingly clean, restroom. The two of you walked in and he locked the door behind you pushing you to it forcefully.


By now he was dangerously close to you, his hands holding your waist, the sexual tension increasing with every second. “I don’t know what it is that you are doing to me, but I want to take you here and now,” he grunted and attacked your lips, slowly making his way to your neck. The kiss was lustfull and passionate, showing you how much affect you had on the boy before you. Soft moans escaped your lips as the red head procceded in removing your shirt and his face moved lower on your body. His hands were traveling across your body as sloppy, wet kisses were placed on a little pathway from your neck to your stomach. “Just fuck me already,” you mumbled under your breath and the boy smirked mischieviously, ridding his body of his clothes and doing the same with yours, the two of you being naked by now. Although you thought he would just oblige to your pleads, he just started teasing you. His hands roamed your body and one of them was placed on you core. Delicately a finger was pushed inside of you, a second one following close behind, giving you more pleasure than awaited. As you got closer and closer to your high, the boy removed his fingers from your now sensitive core, making you wince at the loss of contact. Seeing the reaction he got he swiftly picked you up, your back still by the wooden door of the bathroom as, after making sure it was ok, Archie placed himself inside of you giving you undeniable pleasure. You started getting louder and louder, the pleasure greater than before, as you were still sensitive to the slightest touch. “Sh, now, princess. We don’t want anyone to hear us,” he ordered and started kissing your lips as his thrusts got harder by the minute. As soon as you rode out your highs, the two of you got cleaned up and subtly went outside and back to your much needed dinner.

>>end of smut<<

This begun to be an on and off thing. At random times he would tell you to meet him somewere and then you would ‘bang’. But that was it. He still didn’t like you and you didn’t like him back so you thought that the term ‘friends with benefits’ would suit you two. You know, just without the 'friends’ part. Because of that you didn’t expect the reaction that awaited you once Archie found out about you being a serpent, and it really took you by surprise.
It was a quiet night in the Whyte Wyrm, when a certain red head walked in, looking for trouble. He walked inside looking fierce and all, but he lost it as soon as Mustug started fighting with the boy. “Mustag, enough!” You called but the man gave you a disrespectful look while the boy gave you a nasty one and the two went back on fighting. That until FP came out and stopped the whole thing. “Not you, Red,” he said when Archie grabbed my arm and begun walking outside. “And leave her,” he added when the boy didn’t loosen his grip. “I just wanna talk with her for a second,” he informed and you nodded to FP, reassuring it’s ok. “You are a serpent?” he yelled. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he complained again. “Well, I didn’t think I had to!” You defended and Archie found interest on the floor. “Well you should,” he replied. “Oh come on Andrews. It’s not like we’re dating or something. We just ‘bang’,” you said, “God I hate this word,” you mumbled and went on with what you were saying. “But that’s all.” You swear for a square moment you saw hurt in his eyes, but you could not put your finger on it. “Why are you even going to Riverdale high though?” He questioned and looked at you straight in the eye this time.” I, uh, come with me,” you ordered and the boy did as told. You made your way towards a abandoned little playground right next to the bar. “I was orphanaged when I was around five. Well, kind of. My parents were just horrible people, they always fought, the divorced and then I randomly ended up at the street. Never really understood how. Pop was the one who found me and took care of me. He raised me like his own child and still cares for me even if I took the wrong turn,” you explained to the boy next to you. He looked dumpfounded for a second there and then he opened his mouth. “And why you lied. It wasn’t so hard to say the fricking truth,” he fired and you felt your temper rise. “Excuse you,” I replied sarcastically. “No! You lied. You didn’t tell me you were a serpent or that you were practically family. And you didn’t tell me Jughead’s dad is a serpent,” he angered you more with every word he said. “Leave. Just leave and never come back,” you mumbled and the boy did as told, going back to the bar where his father awaited, dissapointed at the stupidity of his son.

It had been a couple of days ever since the little fight you and Archie had in the playground, when Pop asked you to help around the shop for the day. He was there with his father, having breakfast. He would look at you a lot, basically raping you with his eyes, but you chose to ignore it. At one point that fine, quiet morning he got up and went God knows where when a man dressed in all black bursted through the glass door threatening you all with a gun. For a second he, you made that out from the voice, pointed the weapon at you but Archie managed to pull you away. A shot was heard and bullet went right through Pop’s body. Tears filled your eyes as horrified screams escaped your mouth. Time slowed down as you couldn’t move your body, not now.  Two strong arms were wrapped tightly around you holding you up, as the man in black left, and the few costumers, including the boy’s father, rushed to Pop’s aid, calling an abulance while at it. Archie’s turned you in his arms, your head now in his chest, and your glance adverted from the horrific scene in front of you to the table next to you. His hands were going in cyrcular motions in attempts to calm you down and tame your sobs, something impossible for the time being. One of them found it’s way to your soft hair, as Archie started to tangle his delicate fingers through them. “It’s gonna be ok.” He whispered over and over. Sirens were now heard, along with people talking but now everything was just a blur. “Hey look at me,” the strong boy commanded. “Everything will be alright. Ok? I promise. Pop is gonna be just fine, and I’ll be here,” he said, holding your face in his arms. Then the unexpected happened. His lips engaged with yours in a kiss that indicated love rather than passion. “I think I’m falling for you, even if it’s not the right time to say it,” he smiled down at you after the kiss. “No, no. It’s perfect timing.”

Exchange Student -1- Jungkook

Originally posted by kookmint

Exchange Student - Jungkook

Parts; Masterlist | 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 |

Pairing; Jungkook x reader

Genre; Fluff, Romance

Word count; 3.650

Synopsis; having an exchange student living in your house, shouldn’t be a problem unless this exchange student is Jungkook from BTS. 

“Good morning everyone, please take your seat.” You quickly did what the teacher asked and sat down. “I’ve got some news for everyone. We will start our new program of exchange students. A few of you will be hosting one of the students.” You knew that your mother signed you up for this new program so this wasn’t really a surprise. You were curious though because you didn’t know where this person was coming from. You just knew a few languages which existed out Korean, English, Spanish, and Japanese. The reason why you learned Korean was because you loved Korean drama’s, just like your mother so last years she gave us up for night school. We learned Korean together and now we could speak it almost fluently. So I must be a student from either Japan, Korea and a Spanish country.

“Y/n,  I believe that you are signed up for this program right?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good, could you come over here, I will give you some details about this exchange student.” You got up and your best friend Sophie thought it would be funny to trip you, This backfired though as you saw it coming from miles away. You quickly took a sip from your water and as you passed her desk she stuck out her leg and as you stopped next to her, you turned and spit out the water right over her. At first, she was horrified and then she burst out in laughter and you couldn’t help but follow her and as you both were laughing like crazy, you walked towards the teacher who was just shaking his head. He wasn’t laughing but he also didn’t say anything about it, probably because he was used to it.

“Sorry about that sir.” he shrugged and smiled at you “I’m used to it.” You chuckled because this was true. It was not like you were the only ones who pranked each other but the entire class liked to goof around. Not that it was a bad thing because your class was above average in scores, so this was allowed, as long as we cleaned up after ourselves.

“So the student that will be staying at with you is from South Korea and his name is Jungkook Jeon.”

“If he is from South Korea, shouldn’t you say Jeon Jungkook?”

“Technically yes but this is America, so he should say it the right way.”

“Sure but don’t you think it will be hard for him?”

“He has to get used to it really fast, so please call him by his first name.”

“Whatever, Just know that I’m not going to disrespect his culture.”

“I’m not asking you to but he has to get used to the western way’s.”

“I’m sure he will do that, without throwing away his own culture.”

“I’m not going to discuss this with you. He will be arriving at 11 a.m. tomorrow. You will get two days off, to get him settled, then he has to come to school with you. You will be his guide and you are responsible for him, do you understand this?”

“I understand, thank you, sir.” You grabbed the information and walked back to your seat. You immediately told Sophie about what the teacher had said.

“Wait, what is his name?”

“Jeon Jungkook.” She blinked a few times and you couldn’t help but wonder if you had said something wrong but when she started to blush, you couldn’t stay still. “What are you thinking off.”

“Jeon Jungkook right?” You nodded and that’s when she started to smile but it was her fangirl smile, which scared the hell out of you. “Why are you smiling like that?”

“You really don’t have a clue do you?”

“I really don’t know what you’re talking or thinking about.”

“You know that I have been talking about this group called BTS right?” You had to think back but you could remember her saying something about BTS. “Yes, I heard you squeal about them yes.”

“Well, Jeon Jungkook is a member of that group unless there is another Jungkook.”

“Look I really don’t know but I will see this tomorrow.”

“Can I come?”

“No, I don’t think that’s allowed.”


“No, I will let you know if it’s him okay?”

“Ah come on.” she was literally begging you, which was really cute but you had to disappoint her. The last thing Jungkook needed if he really was in that group, was some weird ass fan. “Nope.” you put your finger on her forehead and pushed her back. “Just focus on your assignment.” you chuckled when she stuck out her tongue. “You are too cruel.”

“I know, just deal with it.” She did turn around but within no time she turned back again.

“I can’t focus now.”

“Figures, just go watch bts on youtube then.”

“Oh, that’s a good idea. I can show you a mv of bts, so you can prepare.”

“Ladies is something wrong?” The teacher stood next to you and you knew it was your own fault for not paying attention. “She can’t concentrate sir.” you didn’t want to throw her under the bus but you panicked.

“Oh really, well I know some things you can do.” Sophie groaned because this usually meant nothing good. You had to pay her back for this eventually and as she followed the teacher. You went back to your work, you were studying music, you had piano lessons and you played the drums in your band. At the moment you were trying your hand at writing songs, which wasn’t that easy but the band was really enthusiastic about it. You kept practicing, which led to one complete song but the song made no sense at all but they still liked it, we used the song for sound check, which was hilarious.

“Y/n, you can go home early today. You probably have some things to arrange before Jungkook Jeon arrives.” You couldn’t help but cringe when he said his name like that but you knew better than to say something about it.

“I do actually, thank you, sir.” You didn’t expect to walk out after only three hours of school, not that you minded because now you could skip Math and chemistry so this turned out well.

“Mom I’m home!” You yelled the second you walked through the door.” She popped her head through the open kitchen door. “Already?”

“Yes, I know. Remember when you signed us up for that exchange student thing?” You asked her whilst walking into the kitchen. “Yes I remember, why?” You ruffled your little brother’s hair before you sat down. “Well, we have been chosen to be a host to a Korean student.”

“Wait, Korean?”

“Yes, his name is Jeon Jungkook and he will be staying with us for at least six months.”

“Really, do you have a picture?”

“No, but apparently he is really famous.”

“He is?”

“Yes, Sophie said he is one of the members of BTS.” You shrugged and grabbed the iPad, you went straight to YouTube and searched them. Apparently, they were really popular as they had millions of views and followers. You clicked on the MV which was called “Fire”. The way it started with them chilling out and then this super handsome guy jumping over a fence and then he just put some guy on fire well that grabbed your attention but then the others came into view and by the end of the video you were deeply impressed and you were wondering how you managed to not know about them earlier.

“So which one was Jeon Jungkook?”

“I really don’t have a clue mom.”

“Aren’t there introduction videos about BTS?”

“I guess there are.” You searched and found a lot of videos and the second you found out who Jungkook was, you were fanning yourself because damn he was hot and around your age. So this would be fun. “This is Jungkook mom.” You showed her and even she blushed.

“He is really handsome.”

“Yeah and about my age mom.” She nudged you gently and you both started to giggle. “Let’s go shopping for this handsome fellow.”

“Let’s do that.” You lifted your four-year-old brother out of his chair and walked to the car.

“What do we need?”

“A bed and maybe a desk?” You suggested when you suddenly got an idea. “Sophie knows what he likes, shall I give her a call.”

“Please.” You immediately pressed her number and after two rings she picked up. “Traitor!” She always cracked you up and this wasn’t any different. “I know but I know a way to make it up to you.”

“Really? I doubt that.”

“We’re going shopping for Jungkook and we need your help.” It was quiet on the other side as she was probably imagining stuff about Jungkook, which was kind of adorable. “Are you still there?”

“What, yes, when are you picking me up?” She was definitely hurrying.

“We will leave now.” Which meant she had five minutes until we would be there and with that, she just hung up the damn phone. “And?”

“She is helping, so let’s go.” You made sure you brother was tucked in safely and after sitting down yourself, your mother started the car and drove off. “So this Jungkook, he is really famous but we aren’t that rich and we don’t have a big house, do think he would mind?”

“I’m sure he doesn’t mind mom.”

“I just don’t want him to feel uncomfortable.”

“Mom really doesn’t worry about it, our house is bigger than the average house there, I mean those houses in drama’s, I think it’s like that in real life as well. Sure there are really big houses but overall I think it’s like in drama’s, so please don’t worry.”

“If you say so, I’m just nervous, I never met a famous person.” She was cute when she was nervous but there was nothing you could do about it because to be honest you were also a bit nervous and to think you had to act normal around him. You were wondering why he was coming here though, Aren’t kpop groups really busy all the time? When you stopped at Sophie’s driveway she came running out of the door,  it was so funny, usually, she hated working out but Kpop groups made her do the weirdest things ever.

“Let’s go!” she quickly hugged your mother who was giggling about her enthusiasm. “Alright let’s buy this boy some furniture.” After a few minutes you were walking through the IKEA and that’s when you let Sophie loose, she was running around like crazy, talking to herself, texting people to make sure she was picking the right items. “Why don’t you give Dylan to me, so you can assist her.” your mother nodded towards the crazy person and you quickly handed over Dylan and skipped towards your best friend. “So do you think we have enough, it’s not like we have a lot of money.”

“I do, so don’t worry, this is on me.”

“Are you crazy?!”

“I’m not, this is for Jungkook, so there is no limit today.” You shook your head and slapped her arm. “You are crazy.”

“I know, just let me.”

“I will but only because I can’t stop you anyway.” she smiled and stuck up her thumb. “You’ve got that right sis.” you rolled your eyes and after an hour you were finally done. You were going to get it delivered because she really got a lot. They would deliver it tonight, which meant there was no sleep for you, as you were the one who had to put it all together but luckily for you, you were in a band so you texted your bandmate Christian and begged him to help you. He arrived after the delivery guys left and you immediately went to work. You made sure there were snacks and drinks, otherwise he would never forgive you. “So why are we doing this?”

“Ah, we are getting an exchange student tomorrow.”


“Yeah and you know he is from South Korea.”

“Really? That’s awesome.”

“I know right, now I can test my Korean.”

“I already told you this but your Korean is really good.” It was good to have a Korean friend but he had been living in America since he was really young so it was just different. “Yeah, yeah but he lived in Korea his entire life so it’s just different.”

“Whatever, just put that desk together.” he focused on the bed and after six hours you were finally done. The walls in this room were white, so you decided that black furniture went best with it and after everything was set up, you were really satisfied, it wasn’t really your taste but a guy could live here right? “Yah Christian? Do you think a guy will like this room?”

“I think he will like it.” h ruffled your hair and after that, he left. You made the bed and dusted the room before you went to bed. It was already past 2 a.m. and you had to be on time to get him from the airport because somehow you didn’t expect for a thing to go easy as he was famous. Your mother woke you up the next morning and she was stressed out. “I can’t come with you!”

“Why not?”

“They need me at work, there is an emergency.”


“I know sweetheart but they are understaffed in the hospital, so I really need to help them out.”

“Alright, I will take care of everything, don’t worry.” This was going to be awkward because you had to bring Dylan with you as well, what if he thought he would be your son. What would he think of you, this was going to be great and when you saw the time, you quickly buckled up Dylan and told your mom to jump in and after you dropped her at work, you drove to the airport. You had your sign with Jungkook’s name on it and with Dylan, you walked to the arrival hall and waited. You didn’t have to wait long because you recognized him right when he walked out, he wasn’t alone though as a guy followed him. You quickly held up your sign and Jungkook immediately noticed it and pointed at it. He was even more handsome in real life and as his eyes checked you out, a smile appeared on his face and it stayed there even when his eyes landed on your little brother. He stopped in front of you and the first thing you did surprised him. You bowed whilst introducing yourself in Korean. “You speak Korean?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Oh yeah, I’m Jeon Jungkook, please take care of me.” he bowed as well and after he introduced himself he introduced his manager. “He won’t be staying, he is just here to go over a few things.”

“Ah okay.” He looked around as if he was looking for someone. “Is your mother not here?”

“She is at work, something came up so it’s only my little brother Dylan and me. I hope you don’t mind.”

“I’m fine but can you drive?”

“Of course I can.” you smiled at him and his eyes lit up a bit. “Can we go then?” he politely asked and you nodded and as you walked towards the car, you couldn’t help but think that he was just a normal guy, there was nothing really special except for his good looks and the fact that he was in kpop group.

You first buckled in Dylan and then you got behind the wheel. Jungkook sat next to you and his manager sat in the back. “Do you mind if I put on some music?” Well, at least he was being polite. “I don’t mind.” Not long after you heard Justin Bieber fill up the car with purpose and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at this. “You’re a Bieber fan?”

“Yes, I like his songs a lot.”

“Of course you do.”

“You don’t like him?”

“I do but I’m not his fan.” That was the best way to explain this. “Why?”

“I just don’t like him. He does make good songs but I don’t like him as a person.”

“Do you know him personally?”

“No, but I don’t want to.”

“So you judge a book by its cover?”

“Apparently I do.” You felt embarrassed as he pointed this out and the thing was you couldn’t disrespect him as he was older, this was not going great so far. “Do you know me?” This threw you off for a second.

“I know you since yesterday.” You felt the blush on your face because you felt like you did something wrong but he just smiled. “So you haven’t been binge watching my mv’s?”

“No, I only watched “fire” and “dope” they were really good!”

“Thank you, you know it’s a relief that you don’t really know me because if you were a big fan then I couldn’t stay with you.”


“Because you might sell information to reporters.”

“Fans really do that?”

“Of course they do.”

“Well, just so you know my best friend is a really big fan and she will be coming over frequently.”

“That’s okay, she just has to sign some stuff then.” You sighed because this could only mean one thing and that was confidential docs. Probably to protect himself. There was nothing you could do though but he was much more business like than you had expected. “Do I have to call you Oppa? I mean you’re a year older.”

“In Korea you do but it’s maybe weird if you do that here. You can call me Oppa in private.” You nodded and as you drove home you kept thinking about why he was sent here but now was not the best time to ask him about it. When you arrived home, you were worried he didn’t like the house, you first unbuckled Dylan, who climbed out himself and ran to the garden to play with his toys. You opened the door but waited till Jungkook got his stuff from the car. “Please come in.” you moved out of the way and as he walked in, you were already trying to make up an excuse for the smallness of your house. “It’s cozy.” your mouth dropped on the floor because this was absolutely not what you expected.

“You think so?”

“Yeah, it’s nice.”

“Thank you, do you want to see your room?”

“Yes please.” you walked up stairs and stopped at the door next to your room. You opened the door hoping he would like this too, he better though as you spent the entire evening putting stuff together. You walked in and Jungkook followed you, as you turned around he was looking around and a smile played on his lips, which made him even more handsome. “I like it, are these furniture new?”

“Yeah, My bandmate and I put them together yesterday.”

“Really? Well, it looks really good.” he touched the bed to see if the mattress was good and you crossed your fingers because this was the best mattress they had. “This feels soft.”

“Do you like soft mattresses?”

“Of course I do.” you smiled and walked to the door. “I will leave you so you can get settled. I mean your manager is waiting for me anyway.” you bowed slightly before leaving the room. You walked to the kitchen where his manager was waiting. “Sorry about that, do you want some coffee?”

“No thank you, I’m in a slight hurry.”

“Ah yes, I’m sorry, what do I need to sign?” He pulled out the documents “I’m sorry for doing this but it’s really necessary.”

“Ah it’s fine, I understand.”

“You’re mother when does she get back?”

“I really don’t know, she is a nurse so she works a lot.”

“I see, well then you are responsible for now.”

“Okay, that’s fine.”

“Jungkook will be staying with you for six months, this is the time he is allowed to stay away from Korea. You are probably wondering why he is coming here, well it’s simple. He needs to finish school and his schedule allows it, he has a comeback scheduled in October and he needs to graduate this year, without any distractions.”

“I understand, well this is a private school and it mayors in different music classes but also in math and chemistry, he can even take lessons in English or Spanish.”

“That good to hear, he will be attending the music classes and he can choose what he wants to do besides that.”

“Okay, I will notify the teacher.” you smiled and as he pointed where to sign, you didn;t even read it and signed the papers, it was not like you were going to tell anyone that Jungkook from BTS was staying at your house. “Thank you and please get your mother to call me.”

“I will.” you bowed again and as he said goodbye to Jungkook, you quickly made something to eat. You decided on something he knew and as you were making the fried kimchi rice, you couldn’t help but think there was something more to this whole moving countries thing. Dylan came back into the house and ran towards the tv and this time you decided to just let him watch it. “Dylan do you want to watch Mickey?” he nodded and started jumping on the couch. “You immediately put on Mickey and friends which made him quiet for at least thirty minutes but this gave you enough time to go check on Jungkook. You walked upstairs and without thinking, you opened the door but you stopped when you saw him without a shirt. He noticed you right away and he couldn’t hide the smirk.

“You like what you see?”

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