1- I like the idea of them being long distance boyfriends….also yeah you wont take twig mccree away from me, he was like this when he joined OW and became beefy after a while….BUT FIRST HE WAS A TWINK OKAY.
Hanzo has always been kinda beefy, he just became EXTRA TOP QUALITY SHIMADA BEEF after going to the gym regularly.
2- Jesse´s beard sometimes is too much and gets in the way of proper kissing, thats what pisses off Hanzo, other than that, he loves it.
I’ll get drunk
I’ll kiss strangers
I’ll dance the whole night
But I promise I wont change my mind
I promise I wont ask you to take me back
Because I broke your heart once
And I don’t want to put you through it again
A/N: So sorry for my previous post. I really ended it horribly but oh wELL, TOO LATE TO GO BACK NOW. I guess I’m gonna try to continue this but it might not be anything too good, since i’m not a very good writer ( Wow what a great attitude I have ). Hope you guys like this!
Words with quotes and italics like ‘this’ are either thoughts, or text messages.
It felt like hours were dragging by while you thought in that class, everything was beginning to confuse you, why were you feeling so scared all of a sudden? Why the bad feeling?
All these thoughts flooded your mind as if someone just flipped a switch in your brain, you barely recognized the sound of everyone packing up and walking out of class.
You rushed, standing up and almost tripping on your chair, quickly shoving your books into your bag, putting it on your back and making a bee line for the door before getting stopped abruptly when Jughead grabbed your sleeve softly.
No matter how hard he tried to find your eyes you didn’t seem to be able to meet them, your gaze was fixated on the floor as if it were the most interesting thing you’d seen in your entire life.
Jughead quickly pulled you outside of class when the teacher gave him a quick annoyed glance as if to ask, ‘why the hell are you still here?’, which immediately told him to leave and continue the one-sided conversation outside of class.
He gave you a stern stare and eventually after a few seconds, you dragged your eyes to look at him, “Okay, it took you way too long to look at me. What’s going on?” he asked it almost demandingly, but it was full of concern, and it made you want to spill everything all at once, so you did.
You took a deep breath, “I’ve been having this bad feeling and I don’t know why. I feel like something bad is going to happen and it’s scaring me, Juggie..” was the whispered response he had gotten.
His eyebrows furrowed and a crease formed between them as he began to think to himself, but he didn’t get to respond properly before he was interrupted, “we should split, you know to get to our classes, wouldn’t wanna be late. I’ll talk to you later Juggie, bye!” was all he heard as he looked over to see your retreating form running down the hall.
He shook his head to himself as he began walking down the hallway, “I have to talk to her soon before she freaks herself out..” he mumbled to himself solemnly, frowning at your typical behaviour.
You avoiding these kinds of things was normal, he figured it out a while ago, and always was thankful he had known you for so long. You couldn’t usually hide things from him because of it, and that made things much easier since he always knew when something serious was going on with you.
While all of these thoughts distracted Jughead during his class, you continued thinking about your bad feeling. You felt like you wanted to throw up, curl in on yourself and just wait it out, and you didn’t even know what was going on with you.
You groaned internally in frustration, staring at the board at the front of the class as your teacher droned on and on about the lesson. It almost made you mad, how everyone around you seemed to be doing great and having fun while you were stuck in this place of negativity inside your own mind.
The feeling had always sort of been there, the small anger towards everyone else enjoying themselves while you were constantly struggling in a negative mindset, but now that you got this bad feeling, it was really beginning to bother you.
Jughead always told you, that you should talk to him, that he would be more than happy to talk to you and help you whenever you had a problem. For some reason, you tried to avoid his offer, almost ignore it.
It was almost impossible to do so though, he could almost always see past you. There were times where it infuriated you, having someone know that something was wrong, when you didn’t want them to.
Almost all of the time though, it was relieving. Having someone that could sense something was wrong and confront you about it felt way better, it was soothing to have Jughead talking to you sometimes in a calm tone to make you feel better, occasionally throwing in some jokes when it was appropriate.
You smiled slightly for a brief moment, before going straight back to your thought train. You hadn’t been able to shake this feeling at all, and you were beginning to worry even more, if that was humanly possible.
Trying to distract yourself, you looked around the classroom, before a head of familiar red hair caught your attention quickly, Cheryl Blossom.
Cheryl was a very confusing person, one moment she would qualify as Satan’s reincarnation, but on very, very rare occasions, you had seen her act normal, even somewhat ‘nice’, for her anyways.
She was confusing to say the least, she looked as if she had near no remorse for her twins ‘accidental drowning’ and you found it highly suspicious. Sometimes you had a thought about something else happening on the night of July 4th, but then you waved the thought away, because how could that even be possible?
Cheryl was crazy rude, but she wouldn’t murder anyone, especially her own twin. It was a thought you always hated having, because it was such a horrible thing to think of someone, you never understood how you could even think of something like that.
You quickly shook your head as you looked out the window, ‘yeah (Y/N), Cheryl totally killed her twin brother’ you muttered to yourself in your head sarcastically, but before you could think of anything else, a small vibration informed you that someone sent you a text.
You smile as you see it’s a text from Jughead, ‘of course, who else would text me in the middle of class’ you thought, looking at the next quickly. You stared blankly at the words on your screen, ‘meet me outside after school, we have to talk, don’t avoid me or I wont take you to Pop’s tomorrow’ was written.
A frown etched itself onto your face as you typed up her response quickly, making sure the teacher wasn’t paying attention to you at all, ‘fine, no avoiding. I can’t believe you’re threatening to take my food, how dare you’ was the offended response he received.
Jughead smiled as he read the text, putting his phone back in his pocket as class ended. He packed up all of his things and quickly walked outside, where he saw you waiting for him.
You turned towards him and frowned, “I cannot believe you actually threatened to not feed me tomorrow” you exclaimed, putting a hand over your heart to look as offended as possible, making Jughead laugh before quickly covering it up and responding, “You have food at your house! You can feed yourself!” he scolded, shaking an accusing finger infront of your face.
You glared at him, “Still not very motherly of you Juggie! Get that damn finger out of my face before I bite it off!” you shouted at him, faltering and laughing at the end of it.
Jughead immediately retracted his finger looking terrified for a moment, “The scary thing is I know your not lying” he smiled at the end, thinking back to the time where you actually decided it was appropriate to bite his finger after he began scolding you for walking through a storm to meet him at Pop’s.
You smiled at him brightly, but your face went blank when you saw him furrow his eyebrows for what seemed like the hundredth time that day. His gaze drifted towards the ground, “We have to talk now” he mumbled, grabbing your sleeve gently and walking down the street.
You sighed to yourself as you started walking alongside Jughead, blissfully unaware of your surroundings. All you could feel was the cool breeze, and Jughead’s hand gripping your sleeve.
You looked over at Jughead and all you could do was smile. The serious look on his face faltered a bit when he noticed you looking at him, “What are you smiling about?” he asked lightly, a smile beginning to form on his face.
You laughed and shook your head quickly, “Nothing you have to worry about, kind sir” you replied with a over exaggerated British accent. Jughead just rolled his eyes and continued dragging you to Pop’s.
Your eyes lit up as you saw the familiar neon sign of Pop’s, you quickly turned to Jughead, “Is this to make up for threatening to steal my food?” you asked with a playful glare.
Not even waiting for his response, you quickly ran towards Pop’s almost crashing into the doors as you got inside. Pop looked at you like a father looked at his daughter, he had seen you grow up over the years and loved having you stop by the diner.
He shook his head, “One day you’re gonna hurt yourself, runnin’ in here like that” he laughed to himself. You just smiled at him and ran to your favourite booth in the back corner, sitting down quickly as you saw Jughead walking in.
Pop looked from Jughead to you and nodded, “I was waiting for you to show up. The usual?” he said, already preparing the food for you both. Jughead nodded, “Thanks Pop” he said quickly, joining you in the booth and sitting across from you.
Just as Jughead was about to speak, Pop interrupted, “By the way, you have to keep an eye out on that girl, she nearly killed herself walkin’ in here the way she did” he shouted to Jughead, who gave you a pointed look, “Don’t worry Pop, I do. I’m always prepared to call for help in case she gets one of her genius ideas” he said, the last part being directed towards you.
Pop laughed as he saw the offended look on your face. You shook your head and glared at him, “You are full of hurtful words today” you muttered, making Jughead laugh quietly, “You’re just as hurtful when you wanna be, (Y/N)” he replied sassily, smirking at you.
After a few minutes of jokes and sarcasm, both of you got your usual order, milkshakes and cheeseburgers, “This cannot be healthy” you muttered, taking a massive bite out of your burger.
Jughead shook his head, “I could care less” he muttered as he sipped at his milkshake. It was a rare moment where everything seemed perfect. Neither of you were thinking about what was going wrong in the town, or worrying about anything.
It was a short, blissful moment where you could both just get away. Jughead wasn’t worrying about his writing, didn’t even have his laptop pulled out. You, weren’t worrying about the bad feeling, which you barely noticed in this moment.
However, the blissful moment didn’t last nearly as long as it should have. It ended rather abruptly when two very specific people walked into the diner, and after they did, the conversation was no longer light.
After that, the conversation ceased, and the weight of everything, just came crashing down.
Summary: Its simple. You train, you plan, you attack, you disarm, and you get out alive… So, if you knew what you were doing, then why was it so hard to get your assassin boyfriend Jungkook to meet your mafia parents- the head of the mafia? Oh right, Rule 1: Never fall in love…especially with another gang member…
Jungkook doesn’t waste any
time before bending down to hoist the man (whose name you remember as
Namjoon) up to his feet, counting on Taehyung to help him as Jin and Jimin
quickly run to Yoongi who was pulling what looked like fully loaded backpacks
and various weapons out of a storage closet.
‘How far away are
they?’ Jungkook asks Hoseok- the one who had burst through the doorway
‘They were preparing
vans when I left, but Shinwoon seemed to be hurrying…he, uh….-‘
‘What?’ Jungkook asks
quickly, his voice and expression tense as he looks over at the older boy, as
he himself worked on propping Namjoon against the sofa so that he could get his
‘I think he knows-‘
‘He knows that you’ve
got Y/N.’ Hoseok hurriedly amends, his eyes flicking worriedly to you before
you feel a hand on your elbow, and you snap round to see Jungkook beside you,
his sudden appearance making you realize you’d been stood staring at Hoseok for
a solid minute.
‘We’ve got somewhere we
can go- its okay.’ He murmurs quietly, making sure you knew he was only
addressing you as his hand comes up to gently hold your cheek, his eyes intent
on your own as you nod your head in understanding, feeling a jolt of minor
shock run through you when his lips suddenly touch gently against yours, and
its like the electricity reignites your brain and you can finally let go of the
numbness that you’d been wrapped up in all evening.
‘Okay…what do you need
me to do?’
His eyes seem to bore
into yours as he watches you, his thumb smoothing over your cheek repetitively
until your hand comes up to grasp at his wrist lightly, lifting your chin
slightly so that your lips brush ghostingly across his as you watch him.
‘What do we do?’ you
ask again, more insistently this time, holding his arm a little tighter as you
say the words, and feeling the gentle wind of his sigh brush against your lips
as his eyes tighten at the edges.
‘We run-‘ he mutters,
quickly leaning in for another chaste kiss, before he lets you go, with the
promise of two last words;
So as promised, I’m going to do a 30 day writing challenge, starting today. Instead of the one I picked before, I decided to just randomly pick some dialogue prompts to use. Here they are, 52 of them so theres some actual choice for the 30 days. If Anyone else is going to attempt this, feel free to tag me if you post them and I’ll give them a read! Anyway, here’s the list!
“It’s a weapon, that, if ever used, can alter the course of history as we know it. It is an instrument of unparalleled destructive power that no single man should ever wield.” “…I call dibs.”
“Look at you, sacrificing yourself for others! When did you get a heart? I had thought you lost your moral code.”
“There are at least 17 ways this could have gone better. Literally. Like, I’m counting them right now, you moron.”
“If I die tonight, donate all my organs to those in need, except for my middle finger- give that to the king.”
“This isn’t my first time dealing with people like you.” “Really? You’ve dealt with rampaging mutants before? Please, tell me their names. Maybe we can exchange numbers and meet up for tea and biscuits.”
“I’m with him. For better or for worse.” “It’ll probably be worse.” “I knew that the day I met him.”
“She died doing what she loved: swearing profusely.”
“You’ve got to believe me.” “Sorry, but I tend not to believe compulsive liars.”
“What’s in your hair?” “Trust me, you don’t want to know.”
“Well, that didn’t end the way I expected, but at least nobody important died.”
“Well, that’s the closest I’ve ever come to a heart attack. Let’s not do this again.”
“I was just kind of hoping that you’d, y’know… Fall in love with me.”
“I don’t have a license to kill. I have a learner’s permit.”
“So what’s your plan?” “My plan was to follow your plan!”
“Small fire! I said to set a small fire! This is not small!”
“You really have no clue who I am?” “You think the confused looks and blank stare would have answered that for you.”
“Well, if you’d woken up properly the first time I kicked you, I wouldn’t have had to do it four more times.”
“Can I kill him?” “No.” “Just a little bit?”
“Y’know… That’s not what an apology sounds like.” “Bite me.”
“Shut up.” “I didn’t say anything.” “Don’t care. Shut up.”
“You’re insane!” “I know! Isn’t it great?”
“Oh my gosh, that would look so cute on you!” “I’m trying to crack a safe. Be quiet.”
“Either I really suck at finding a pulse, or this guy doesn’t have one.”
“I never stood a chance, did I?” “That’s the sad part- you did once.”
“Did you really just divide the room with tape? Is this a 90′s sitcom?”
“You really don’t remember anything?” “No.” “Aw man! I was promised donuts!”
“Is this one of those times when you want me to lie to protect your delicate emotions?”
“Do you even know how to drive this thing?” “Normally, I’d lie and say yes, but considering the fact that I almost flew us into that building, I’m going to assume you know the answer.”
“Did you know you’re broken?”
“Think before you speak,” she hissed, “the last person who didn’t lost more than his tongue.”
“You can’t just sit there all day.” “I’ve done it before. Never underestimate my ability to idle.”
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but you didn’t have wings yesterday, right?”
“I told you to sit, damn it!”
“I like my friends alive- but thanks for asking!”
“Next time, when I say we’ve fought worse odds, I mean this!”
“I am not human. I never was. So why are you expecting me to act like one?”
“Hand over the girl.” “Not going to happen.”
“I’m trying my best to be polite, but if you move that knife a centimeter closer to me, I will tear you apart.”
“I hope you don’t mind, I helped myself to your semi-automatic rifle.”
“Well, this is a nice change of scenery.” “It’s a prison cell.” “I was being sarcastic.”
“It’s all fun and games until she obliterates you from existence.”
“I thought you were my friend.” “I am. But it is my duty, as a friend, to tell you that you suck at this.”
“You’re one of them now” She whispered softly.
“My cooking is so awesome, even the smoke alarm cheers me on.”
“Please stop putting things in my microwave.”
“Have you still got your blindfold on?” “Yes.” “Promise me you wont take it off.”
“Help me? I don’t even know who you are,” she snipped, looking back over her shoulder once more. “You shouldn’t even be here… You need to leave- now!”
“Everything here can kill you, but I can do it most efficiently.”
“If I need you, I’ll give you a signal.” “What signal?” “I’ll imitate the scream of a terrified little girl.”
“No, you don’t understand. Once a month, I turn into a raging monster.” “Isn’t that part of your normal bodily function?” “Not the one you’re thinking of.”
“I thought I made it clear we have a no abduction policy.” “She wasn’t cooperating. What did you expect me to do?”
“I love it when someone insults me. That means that I don’t have to be nice anymore.”