wow this is late i do what i want

snippets of conversations I had with the very sweet 8 and 11 year old boys I babysat today:

“we have thirteen fidget things, two of the cube things and 11 spinners”
me, astonished “what do you do with them all???”
“play with them”

“what’s the latest you’ve ever stayed up?”
me, not wanting to encourage an 8 year old to pull all-nighters: “umm I don’t know, how about you?”
“one time I stayed up until 2:30”
me, remembering just last night when I stayed up until 3: “wow, that’s late”
“yeah. so how about you?”
“uhhhhhhhhhh I stay up for New Years and that’s midnight”
“oh okay”

“how old are you?”
“18”
“are you in college?”
“I’m starting in a few months, yeah”
“cool! I wanna study statistics”
me, internally, remembering how I scraped by with a B in AP stat this year: holy shit
me, externally: “cool!”
the 8 year old: “yeah me too, I either wanna be a scientist or a statistician”
11 year old: “what are you gonna study?”
me, ashamed and paling in comparison to the elementary schoolers: “….theater”

“what do you think was more popular, bottle flipping or dabbing?”
Neil discovers emojis
  • In the fox's group chat
  • Neil: I want some 🍆 and 🍑
  • Nicky: WOW NEIL!!!! GET SOME 🌽 ALL OF IT. SLAY HONEY. YOU SAY WHAT YOU WANT AND YOU WILL GET SOME
  • Matt: I'm down.
  • Dan: Same.
  • Allison: Count me in
  • Renee: Guys, please
  • Aaron: Andrew just walked out of the room
  • Aaron: Guys run
  • Matt: Too late
  • Dan: SAVE YOURSELVES
  • Neil: I just want some food
  • Nicky: What kind of food??? 😏😏
  • Neil: Italian, maybe. I do want some peaches.
  • Neil: We could get some take out from that fast food place down the street though
  • Kevin: No.
  • Matt: U WERE TALKING ABOUT ACTUAL FOOD???
  • Neil: Is 🍆 not a food?
  • Nicky: You innocent child
  • Neil: What?
  • Matt: Andrew just left the room
  • Matt: I think you broke him
  • Neil: Why? What's going on?
  • Aaron: He just went into their room
  • Aaron: He locked the door
  • Aaron: I'm leaving
  • Neil: Go eat without us
Just Right

(Bucky x Reader)
Thank you anonymous requester!

Summary:

Reader has been secretly drawing Bucky for a long time, but can never seem to get his eyes just right. In frustration, one day she storms over to him and demands that he sit still so she can finally get his eyes right.

Warnings: Nada

As an artist, you loved observing the diverse people who passed through, and lived in the Avengers tower. Ever since you joined the team about 3 months ago, you have had a keen interest in your team members eyes. They all held so much, and although you were able to read their thoughts, you felt you could learn so much more from simply looking into their eyes.

“Why can’t I just get them right?” You groaned to yourself as you rubbed your eraser aggressively against the paper of your sketch book.

You’re a talented artist, this shouldn’t have been difficult, but you could not draw Bucky’s eyes for the life of you. You tried day after day, but were unable to get them perfect, making you ever so frustrated. You scanned the room to see if he was nearby, but you couldn’t hear his thoughts. You hopped up off the couch and made your way to the place where Bucky could almost always be found, the gym. You opened the glass doors and he immediately caught your eye. You watched as he performed multiple different exercises, but couldn’t get a good view of those piercing blue eyes. You had had enough, you were going to get this right.

“Hey Bucky”

“Hey-” Before he could finish his sentence you interrupted him.

“Could you please sit still, for just like one minute, please.” You demanded.

“Uh, yeah forsure.” He sat up and grabbed his water bottle, enjoying his break.

All your teammates loved it when you drew them, it made them feel special.

“Thank you, y’know I just can’t get your eyes right and it drives me crazy. I hope this isn’t weird, I just-” You babbled, scribbling down on your paper.

“No, I love it.” He chuckled showing that beautiful smile you had drawn so many times before.

“Okay I think I finally got them!” You exclaimed in pure joy.

“Well let me see.” He inquired impatiently with his arms outstretched.

You passed him your sketch book and watched his eyes light up as he flipped through the pages.

“Wow Y/n, this is amazing!”

“You really think so?” He asked shyly.

“Absolutely! The amount of detail. Just fantastic.” He seemed to be in awe.

You were so pleased with yourself, until you remembered that you had whole page of drawings of you and Bucky together. You had a little crush on him ever since you joined the team, and you really expressed it through your drawings.

“Hey could I have that back I just remembered i have to prep for a mission?” You questioned frantically, if he ever saw those drawings you’d hate yourself.

“Oh my… Wow!” He stumbled on his words, you knew it was too late.

You remained silent as he examined the sketches intently. He ran his fingers over the lines you had drawn and a smile emerged on his face. You tried not to listen to his thoughts, but you couldn’t help but hear his happiness, not disgust to your surprise.

“I know you know what I’m thinking already, but I’m going to say it anyway. I am so relieved you have feelings for me, because you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.”

Before you had the chance to react, his lips were against yours. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled away slowly, staring deeply into your eyes.

“That wasn’t too much was it?” He questioned nervously.

“Absolutely not.”

You could tell this was going to be the start of something good.

Idk about you guys, but I want a Sander Sides vlog where the Sides start an argument because each of them thinks his job is the hardest one, so they end up saying stuff like “Oh, you think your job is hard? You think you can do what I do?“ and each of them takes the place of another Side and tries to do their job, but they fail and they finally agree that each of them has a difficult job but they are all important and needed for Thomas’s personality as a whole.

Always be Here

Originally posted by squintlovely

Charachters: Jughead x Reader

Word Count: 1,200

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, ABUSE - if you are at all uncomfortable with this then I highly suggest you do not read.

Request: an imagine with jughead comforting a reader with nightmares pls <3<3

A/N: Here you go sweet anon! I hope you enjoy ;-*


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Your past was rough. But everyone knew that. Your dad beat your mother and sometimes you until the age of 9 when a neighbor filed a police report after hearing the terrible sounds one night. Your father was currently in jail serving a life sentence and your mom had packed all of your things and moved you both back to her hometown of Riverdale. 

You kept to yourself mostly, until a raven haired boy by the name of Jughead Jones approached you. He had been intrigued with you the moment his eyes landed on you, he noticed all of your behaviors but never pried, trying to make sure you were never uncomfortable.  

Eventually, your past made its way past your lips a couple years after meeting him and all he could do was hug you as you told him detail after detail accompanied with a load of tears. But he never minded, in his eyes you were strong and beautiful and he could never see you otherwise. After that, you both were closer than ever, and you were always there for each other, especially when a good rant just need to leave your systems. 

Your mother on the other hand never really did recover. She was always in and out of rehab every few months, claiming she was going through yet another problem. Because of this, she was never really there to parent you, you practically raised yourself. Without Jughead you would’ve truly been alone.
Your past plagued you with nightmares. Your mom’s screams for help, your father yelling at her to shut up. And then he would come after you. Night after night the torment continued and each morning you would lock it all away and wait until the next one that evening.

You never let anyone now about the nightmares. They were your own little secret. Jughead had his suspicions when he would continuously see the bags under your eyes, but said nothing.

Now it was another normal Friday night. You and Jughead were both at your house finishing homework so that you wouldn’t be stressed about it the rest of the weekend. He usually would accompany you on Friday nights so that you wouldn’t be lonely. (Your mom had checked herself into another rehab because of ‘attempted drug use”, but you knew it was just another excuse.)  

On that night, you had ordered takeout from Pop’s as you both worked on homework for Algebra 2. After you had finished an hour later, you realized just how late it was. “I can’t believe it’s already 10:00.” Jughead quickly looked at the clock to confirm your statement. “Wow.” He commented. 

“You turned to him with a look of worry. “Jug, I don’t want you walking home this late, especially with Jason’s death. I don’t know what I’d do with myself if you-.” He quickly cut you off. “Nothing’s going to happen to me, don’t worry. I’ll sleep on the couch here or something.” He assured you. You nodded and went to grab him a few blankets and a pillow so that he wouldn’t be too uncomfortable. He thanked you and then went to situate them in a way that would suit his tall figure.

“I’m go gonna go to bed then, Goodnight, I’ll see you in the morning Jug.” You said as you kissed him on the cheek and then headed off to your room. You brushed your teeth and washed your face quickly before changing into some pj’s and climbing into bed. You sighed softly knowing what was to come when you closed your eyes but persuaded yourself to do so anyway. A few minutes later, you were asleep.

“You lying slut!” your father roared as your mother flinched in her seat. “You know you aren’t supposed to talk to other men! What the hell were you thinking!?” Your mother looked at him confused. “I was talking to my cousin. I haven’t seen him in 5 ye-.” She was interrupted with a loud slap. She gripped her cheek as hot tears ran down her face.

“Don’t talk back to me! You should know not to by now.” He took another swig of what seemed to be his fifth beer. “I don’t fucking care if he was your cousin, you’re mine.” He took another drink. “You and little y/n over there.” He turned to you as you tried to avoid his stare. “Look at me when I’m speaking to you.” He growled as you quickly looked up at him. “I-I’m sorry daddy.” He grinned, “That’s better. “Now,” he walked over to your small trembling frame and came to stop with his arms crossed.

“Any news about school? How are your grades? He opened another beer as he waited for you to answer. ‘Well, we had a spelling test but I…” you trailed off knowing you’d be in trouble. “But what?” He snarled. “I-I-I didn’t d-do so well.” You finished quietly as you looked down. Your father was enraged.

You felt a burning pain on your cheek and shrieked in response. “Why the fuck are we putting you in a damn school if you never learn anything you fucking idiot!!?” he shouted as another strike came down. All you could do was scream when-

You were shaken awake as blue worried eyes peered down at you. His rustled black hair fell in his face as he called your name trying to get a response.
“Y/n?” you sat up breathing hard as you gripped the sheets, trying to gain some control over your movements. Stray tears fell down your face as Jughead pulled you into his body trying his best to calm you down. “Shh y/n… It’s ok… I’m here…” You only heard small bits of what he was saying as you tried to calm down.

“Hey, can you hear me? Good. Now listen to my voice. I want you to breathe in and out with me, understood?” you nodded as you listened to his soothing voice and inhaled. “Good job, you’re doing so good, I’m here y/n, I’m here.” You continued to deep breathe and eventually the tears stopped. But Jughead continued to hold you, slightly rocking you back and forth.

“How long?” he finally asked after a moment of silence. “How long what?” “How long have you been having nightmares?” he clarified. You finally detached yourself from him and immediately regretted it when his comforting arms disappeared. “Since I moved here.” You replied quietly.

“What” you cowered and bowed your head immediately muttering a sorry. “No.” he lifted your head up with his pointer finger. “Don’t you ever be sorry. I’m just upset that you never told me about this within the longevity of our friendship.” He looked into your deep e/c eyes and sighed. 

“Were they about your dad?” you nodded slowly. He silently cursed to under his breath. “Y/n, I can’t pretend I know what you’re going through because I don’t. But I will ALWAYS be here for you, ok? Always. Even if its 2 am and you’ve woken up with another nightmare call me, and I will come for you. I promise.” Your lip trembled as he pulled you into another embrace. “I’ll always be here…”

tbh i kind of want a plot based around two celebs whose characters are a ship in the show they’re on and the’ve always been really close friends, always goofing off behind the scenes and having a grand old time, and are crazy comfortable aroud each other but then the time comes where they have to do a sex scene and it’s like a revelation of “wow they’re really good looking… their hands feel so nice on my skin like this…their lips are so warm and soft… they’re good at kissing….i wonder what this would be like if it were real” and it gets really awkward/cute and they always get flustered around each other because they can’t stop thinking about it and PLEASE

the foxes try to bond with Kevin by spouting random history facts at him

- Aaron watches lots of documentaries for the sole purpose of distracting Kevin with them because he swears to God if he has to go over exy stats one more time he’s going to snap someone’s racquet (he’s gonna snap Kevin’s racquet)
- Nicky learns just enough to throw general stories Kevin’s way but he makes sure to mess with some of the details because he thinks it’s funny when Kevin goes off on his rants,
- “no, NO, Nicky, no, it’s like this-”
- “sure, Kev, I mean /I/ believe you, but the internet says-”
- “THE INTERNET IS WRONG NICKY, WHAT ARE YOUR SOURCES???”
- Dan and Matt are pretty genuine for the most part, they’ll ask him stuff like “so is there any truth to the King Arthur tales?” but after 3 hours it gets to be a bit much and they’re going to be late for their dinner plans and “yeah ok, wow that’s so interesting, Kevin, oh cool, yeah hey we’re gonna be late. Oh, yeah? Wow I didn’t know that and now I do,, okay bye,,,,,”
- Neil and Allison will tell him a thing and then shut him down before he can comment on it
- “no Kevin, I don’t want to hear about the entire history of France now, i don’t actually care, I just thought that one thing was cool”
- Renee,, the sweetheart she is,,, will actually sit there and listen for hours on end,, she’ll ask him questions to keep him going,, bless her soul,, people ask her why she does it and she just tells them “you can see the way his eyes light up when he’s talking, it’s nice”
- and oh, Andrew. Andrew pulls stories out of his ass that sound just real enough that Kevin is like “no that’s… fake” but there’s the Doubt™. Kevin is seen awake at 3am later that night with an entire pot of coffee and his laptop open to 12 different tabs.

Sparks Chapter 15

Originally posted by yunotheidiot

Pairing: Bucky(POV) X Reader(POV) ft. other characters from the avengers team

Word Count: 2.3K

Summary: Tower Christmas Party ft. all the avengers team members. Bucky gets you for Secret Santa and has trouble deciding what to give you.

A/N: This is a story about two people building a great friendship and then slowly falling in love. y/n is a strong, independent, and smart scientist. She meets Bucky when she wakes him up from cryo sleep and they become friends. This is going to have all the angst / best friends falling in love / fluff / drama / & eventual smut ;) that I can possibly fit in it. This fic is going to be looong! So far my document is like 50,000 words. So editing is hard If you catch any grammatical or formatting errors let me know.

Keep reading

steven universe ask meme.

“Go for it, bro!”

 "Wow! Everything’s changing!“ 

"Who’s terrible idea was this?" 

"No… how long was I out?!”

 "You know I can’t handle it when you cry like that.“

 "Do you remember this place?" 

"I get mad at myself! It’s what I do!”

 "I’ll fight you, and show you how bad I am!“

 "You want to pretend that none of this ever happened. You think that I’m just a big mistake!”

“What’s a chicken?" 

"Oh! I get the joke now!" 

"You are an experience!" 

"You were the one good thing that came out of this mess. I always thought you were proud of that." 

“It’s too late! I don’t believe you anymore!”

“Isn’t it remarkable? This world is full of so many possibilities.”

“How are y’all doin’ tonight?”

“Yeah, I could rave to this.”

“Why do you look like that? Why are you so weak?”

“I don’t get what you’re planning, but look! Your base is taken! Your armies are ruined! You have failed!”

“STOP SINGING!”

“Looks like another waste of my time.”

“They kept you prisoner. They used you. This is your chance to take revenge! Come on… Just say yes.”

“You’re pointing that shield the wrong way. She’s the one you should be afraid of.”

“You can’t lie to me. I’ve seen what you’re capable of. I thought I was a brute, but you… you’re a monster.”

“It’ll be better this time. I’ve changed. You’ve changed me. I’m the only one who can handle your kind of power.”

“Please understand, if we lose, we’ll be killed. And if we win, we can never go home…”

“I thought… haven’t we… is this not how it works?”

“Who cares about how I feel? How you feel is bound to be much more interesting.”

“But you are supposed to change! You’re never the same, even moment to moment you’re allowed and expected to invent who you are.”

“Arrggh! Why do you keep destroying my things?!”

“Go ahead, wreck this place! See if I care, I already got what I needed!”

“You really think this is the end? HAHAHA! This… This is only the beginning! …Of my escape!”

“Oh my stars, you’re gonna harvest me?!”

“I’m gonna die here.”

“Yes! Feel my unbridled rage!”

“I can tell you with certainty that there are things on this planet worth protecting!”

“I’ve grown accustomed to this place, and I could probably fix the hole that I made with my giant robot.”

“What’s the problem? You’re the one getting all the good stuff! You’ve got the propeller and paint cans on your side!”

“H-2-Oh my GOSH!”

“I carried you while you took a nap.”

“I… I thought violence would be the answer.”

“You have a lobster on your butt.”

“Yes, the children are playing swords. Sorry, playing with swords.  They are bleeding.  Oh no, they are dead. Don’t call again.  …Sorry, I panicked.”

“That’s a lie. Your middle name is cutie pie.”

“It was a maelstrom of destruction and death.”

“But I think you’re just mad ‘cause you’re single.”

“Love at first sight doesn’t exist. Love takes time, and love takes work. At the very least you have to know the other person… And you literally have no idea who or what I am.”

“Get open, get honest, invent yourselves together. That’s fusion.”

“I’m not as strong as you think. I-I fell apart over this…”

“You’ll know when I’m joking.”

“I blame the cows.”

“You don’t understand! Just leave me alone.”

“I just want to go home.”

“Let’s stay on this miserable planet, together!”

“I’m done being everyone’s prisoner! Now you’re MY prisoner! And I’m never letting you go!”

“Can’t you see? I can’t stop, not for a second.”

“For a moment, I really felt like things were different, but they’re not. No matter where I go, I’m trapped.”

“I really thought I would be living alone here.”

“Don’t put me in charge! Oh, sorry. I mean, y-you shouldn’t trust me with the boat.”

“Thanks, but I’m not putting that on my body.”

“What we had wasn’t healthy. I never want to feel like I felt with you. Never again! So just go!”

“I was terrible to you. I liked taking everything out on you. I needed to. I-I hated you. It was bad!”

“You can’t outrun me, we both have short legs!”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t forget: reckless, vulgar, loud-mouthed. That’s just what makes me so awesome!”

“In the ring, nobody can tell me what to do! And if they try, I HIT 'EM IN THE FACE WITH A CHAIR!”

“You can’t let anyone make you feel like garbage.”

“I swallowed a rock.”

“I’mma win a airplane!”

“Are you trying to kill him faster?”

“I can fit! Which way to the baby war?”

“Now we’re gonna bury you 'til you’ve learned your lesson!”

“I’m not gonna let you stand there and remind me about everything I hate about myself!”

“I never asked to be made!”

“I’m just an embarrassment to you!”

“Oh man! I think my favorite round thing was in there!”

“I need everyone’s constant approval! I need to loquaciously converse so I can show off how smart I am.”

“Humans should just stop wearing clothes… be a lot funnier.”

“If you’re trying to flush yourself down the toilet, it won’t work. Trust me, I’ve tried.”

“Homegirl knows we’re gonna beat her into a pancake.”

“You didn’t need me at all…”

“Care to explain what one of my swords was doing in your room?”

“We want to stop all wrestling everywhere! Are you going to let us destroy all wrestling? Eheheh.”

“Humans find such fascinating ways to waste their time.”

“Is water just hydrogen and oxygen “mashed together”?”

“Well, that’s perfect, because I don’t want to go with grammatically incorrect people anyway.”

“You have to feel like yourself! Sweet and considerate, and only occasionally obnoxious!”

“Just today you were crying about snakes.”

“There are… different ways of being strong.”

“I’m so sorry… I almost got us killed..!”

“Humans just lead short, boring, insignificant lives, so they make up stories to feel like they’re a part of something bigger. They want to blame all the world’s problems on some single enemy they can fight, instead of a complex network of interrelated forces beyond anyone’s control.”

“I like to watch you sleep sometimes. And by sometimes, I mean often.”

“Everything I ever did, I did for her. And now she’s gone. But I’m still here.”

“That could have gone… a lot worse.”

“You always say you’ll be the crocodile, but you never commit!”

“Have the shirts come to life and possessed the bodies of their wearers?!”

“Do you understand that cartoon show?”

“I don’t get tired; I get results.”

“I just wanted to share a few more victories with you!”

“Look! I was right! My plan worked perfectly.”

“Oh, what’s 200 years between friends?”

“Please! Tell me! How can I make you forgive me!?”

“Confident and secure and complete… You’re perfect… You’re the perfect relationship… You’re always together… I just—I wanted to be a part of that…”

“We leave for one second and everything goes off the rails!”

“It’s fine, it’s fine, we’ll build it bigger, stronger, we’ll add SEATBELT!”

“Ah, sunset. My favorite time of the day… The sun goes down and the second sun gets bigger and bigger in the sky…”

“I can’t just start listening now, I’d be lost! Just like my pants…”

“THAT’S UNUSUAL!!”

“Will you help me into my Birthday Suit?!”

“Try to act like a rich duck.”

“Fire Salt! Burn! Burn people!”

“None of you are the handsome one! I’M the handsome one!”

“I’m gonna bring the ocean back… or get really thirsty trying.”

“I have to protect you, what if somehow you get hurt? What do I do? I don’t want that for you.”

“Pizza rain! …But no pizza clouds…”

“You gotta take this online quiz: “Which Crying Breakfast Friend Are You?”!”

“Are you insecure about your relationships and how you’re perceived by other people?”

“If you’re the one protecting me… Then who’s the one protecting you!?”

“Some day soon we may be fighting some really bad guys, and when that day comes, I wanna fight with you! Together! So please… Won’t you share this jam with me?”

“Wow! You’re so articulated!”

“Home’s been awful! Here’s been awful! I thought you wanted to have a fun time but– Everyone’s been acting awful too! It - It just came with us. I don’t understand! Is it… is it me..?”

“We found a seeeecret way to track you, and we’ll never tell you how even if you ask nicely. MYAH.”

“Awwww! You’re like… an angry little slice of pie!”

“Wait! I have a better idea that doesn’t involve destroying the house!”

“That isn’t a very sound business practice.”

“Sweet, two doughnuts! One for me and one… for… uh, me.”

“I thought this was a dance party. Why isn’t anyone else dancing.”

“I don’t wanna hear anything you say, unless it’s “sorry”.”

“You’re choosing to take it personally.”

“Can’t you see I’m completely engulfed with rage.”

“But we made him feel like it was his fault. I keep looking into the future, where all of this has been solved, as if it doesn’t matter how you feel in the present. No wonder… why you think I don’t care!”

“You honestly think I’m not upset about what happened? I just wanted to do the right thing…”

“This is… not what I saw! I don’t know what happened, I-”

“All I wanna look at is you.”

SANDCASTLE ENTRIES

Here you will find all sandcastle entries. If you were not one of the winners, do not think it’s because we hate you or hated your entry. It was really hard to choose quite frankly. Everyone’s entries were really amazing.


@askhildon

Skelly: Your entry was really adorable. I love the way your sandcastle just, mixes well together with the structure(lol) and the ground. I really loved it.

Luffyko: -coos- aw, your sandcast-chair thing is adorable. It kind of looks like a hamburger that spilled sideways. -shrugs- I like it tho. Nice job Hildon


@ask-chiefsabo

Skelly: I really like the simplicity of it. The little shell on the top is just so cute <3

Luffyko: Aw, you made such a cute castle Sabo~<3 You did a great job


@askdoffy

Skelly: You were one of the coolest entries in my opinion. Your flamingo ship really caught my attention. Definitely in my top 3, good job man.
Luffyko:…..first of all that’s a amazing ship and second of all I have no idea how you got it to be so tall. I’m surprised it’s still standing but it’s mega cool!


@ask-fire-fist

Skelly: I really like the little bridge. The little circle around it too. Good place for crocodiles to guard your mighty castle!

Luffyko: Aw, that’s a cute castle. Nice job Ace-bro~


@ask-iceburg

Skelly: Definitely in my top 3 too. The little captain on the ship, the sand sail with a dollar sand and leaf sail is just so nice. You really did a great job on it.
Luffyko:I think your mouse likes your ship the best. Though I really like it too and it’s cool that it’s not a sandcastle but a sandship, really cool.


@ask-op-carrot

Skelly: I really like the leaf flags and the little flowers on the side. They make the castle look really cute and cool at the same time. It’s really great ;w;

Luffyko: It’s adorable! I love your sandcastle it’s adorable Carrot! I love the little moat around it and everything. You did a really nice job


@ask-roronoa-zoro

Skelly: DUDE. How does it even work?? It’s so cool! Like, just how can you balance it, tell me your secret. Do it. Tell me.

Luffyko: First of all how? Like Zoro are you trying to defy science itself? Wait, do we even have science? Especially cause of devil fruits???????Either way it’s awesome! But also how???


@ask-jewelrybonney

Skelly: Your pizza is just so cool. The creativity FLOWS. Seeing tiny Bonney on the side too is just so cute. I really love it.

Luffyko: Bonney you are too cute. A pizza really? Best kind of thing sandcastle XD Just too bad we can’t actually eat it tho. I can’t figure out though who is cuter. You or the sand pizza.


@ask-sir-crocodile

Skelly: How do we know this castle is legit? >w> Ahahah, all jokes aside, it’s really majestic. The croc looks like he’s going to eat the other croc, i love it pff-

Luffyko: Crocy,…..I want to believe you made it all by yourself, but so iffy since you can make sand do whatever you want. But besides that your sandcastle looks great! It’s so big and cool! And I’m sure you made it look like the casino place you used to have in Alabasta or at least it looks kind of like it.


@ladies-of-the-sea

Skelly: I really love the bar idea. It’s really unique and I would have never thought of it tbh. I like the barrel seats and algae sign, really cool. Definitely caught my attention when I first saw it.

Luffyko: Wow the bar looks really skillfully made! Though I feel like you wanted to make money instead of winning -laughs-


@ask-thegoldenlionpirate

Skelly: 3 people on the same castle, wow! Really tops the cake ;) I really like the shells, really noice if i do say so myself~

Luffyko: Nice sandcastle that you three were building. I’m surprised with the three of ya, that you didn’t want to build a really big one!


@yxsopp

Skelly: AH, yes, the fabled sand house. When is everyone invited for a party? Can’t wait to visit it ;)

Luffyko: Yasopp I think you need to learn how to be a kid again


@askthatchbae

Skelly: Sorry  but even if you entered the competition late, you get to be on here. I really like what you did really. Your restaurant looks really nice. The seashells, branches and stuff. Really cool ;)

Luffyko: You’re sandcastle was really cool! I love the Whitebeard flag on top and the decorations on the sandcastle. Very cool!


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Ladrien Summer (7/?)

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Patrol that night was a quiet one.

The worst part of all that, Ladybug thought as she scanned the city below for trouble, was that Alya had a point. Adrien didn’t need Ladybug swooping in and ruining his life, even if he, for all appearances, seemed to really like her.

She finally, finally, finally had her chance, and she’d be the first in line to take it, except…

Except.

Now she was faced with the moral dilemma of whether she should or not.

“So,” said Chat, interrupting her stewing. “…Adrien?”

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I can’t chain you to me; I can’t keep you here if you want to leave. Never mind the laughs and the tears we’ve shared – what do they matter? Forget the hills and valleys we’ve marched through – they’re not important. What’s important is that all I see is your back, you’re walking away, and I can’t force you to turn around and stay.
So go. But know you take pieces of me with you.
—  losing a friend // abby, day 167 // prompt for anon
Timid Beginnings (Kim Taehyung)

Originally posted by maidxsama


HighschoolAU!Taehyung

Summary: Hi! I saw your post about having writer’s block so here’s my request: can I have a Taehyung imagine where you’re worried because you haven’t been in a relationship or let alone kissed any one and you’re afraid you’ll never find love? Then he confesses? Thanks!

Word Count: 1,380

Genre: Fluff, one shot

A/N:

Hope you like this anon! I actually used a real cafe and the weather report for Daegu today lol. Thank you for requesting and enjoy! <3


You tapped away on your computer as you finished the last sentence on your essay, closing your computer and releasing your tense limbs onto the cushions of your bed. There are just a few more weeks of school, You told yourself as you took a few deep breaths. All of a sudden your phone rings from your desk on the other side of the room, the buzzing and vibrating of your phone creating a hollow noise against the hard surface. You ignored a few more rings before finally getting up to answer what must have been the fifth or sixth call.

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in the living room

Request: 5, 27, and 34 from the prompt list. In which Shawn cheats on the reader. Please! 💕💕
5. Don’t touch me right now.
27. Is there someone else? Don’t lie.
34. You are everything to me.

— word count: 672
— warnings: swearing

You stand in the living room where Shawn had left his phone unlocked because he thought you wouldn’t be home for another hour. You stand in the living room where texts of Shawn being called baby by someone else are playing over and over in your mind. You stand in the living room as his phone rings and you answer it.

“Shawn, baby? When am I gonna see you again?”

You hang up.

His phone is gripped loosely in your hand as your heart pounds in your chest. Then, he walks in. He walks in as if your world isn’t falling down around you.

“Hey, baby. You’re home early.”

You stand, frozen as he wraps his arms around you and places a kiss to your temple. You step away from him and he looks confused.

“Hey, are you okay?”

You look at him. It tears you apart that he was able to do this to you so easily.

“I don’t know, Shawn. I honestly don’t feel anything.” You speak, your voice shaking slightly.

He moves toward you again and reaches out. Instead of letting him find the warmth of your body you place his phone in his hand. He stares down at it and suddenly something clicks in his head.

“(Y/n)….” His voice is soft.

“Is there someone else? Don’t lie.” You already know the answer but you have this burning desire for him to say it.

When he doesn’t answer, but instead looks at the floor, you have your answer.

“That’s what I thought.” You push your hair back.

“(Y/n)…darling.”

“Stop. I don’t want to hear it.”

“Honey, just listen to me.”

It’s too late. You’re already walking away.

“DAMN IT, (Y/N)! LISTEN TO ME!” He shouts and you turn around.

He reaches out again, “It was a mistake. I swear.” His voice is soft again.

“A mistake that lasted how long?”

“Don’t do this…”

“How long, Shawn?”

“Two months, but-“

“Wow, two months.” You cut him off and tears start to cloud your vision.

“Don’t…don’t cry.”

You shake your head and turn away from him, covering your mouth. Tears start falling down your face as more empty lies fall from Shawn’s lips.

“Please, (y/n). Please…” His pleading voice is accompanied by his arms around you.

“Don’t touch me right now.”

He slowly retracts his touch and stares at you. He never thought it would happen to the two of you. He never thought he would fall down this hole. But he did.

“You are everything to me…and you took advantage of that. You knew I would believe everything you’d tell me. You knew I would hang onto every word that fell from your lips…and that’s not fair. I gave you everything, Shawn. EVERYTHING! AND YOU USED IT AGAINST ME!”

He looks at the floor before slowly returning his gaze to you.

“I didn’t mean to. I-“

“You don’t get to give me excuses anymore. You took the fact that I loved you, and you turned it in to a weapon. You lied to me and you took advantage of me…and you did it so easily. That’s the part that gets me, Shawn. You did this so fucking easily. You didn’t have any off days. You seemed perfectly normal…like it didn’t even bother you that you were cheating on me.”

“I guess I’m just good at waiting until you fall asleep to feel guilty.”

You wipe your eyes and turn away from him.

“Get out, Shawn.”

He hesitates and you turn to face him.

“Get. Out.”

He turns and walks towards the door.

“I’ll let you know when your stuff is packed and you can come pick it up.”

He nods and walks out the door. He closes it so quietly you can hear your tears hit the floor. You stand there, watching the door, almost as if you stand there long enough you’ll wake up and this will all just have been a dream. But it’s not. It’s just you alone in the living room with your broken heart.

It’s Going to be Okay

Request: I’ve got a request, you’re the Winchesters sister (older than Sam but younger than Dean) and she sold her soul when she was about 16 to save John, she didn’t tell anybody and 10 years later the hellhounds come to get her, she tries to be alone when she dies but it kinda failed and the boys have to see it happen (I hope it’s not too much information!)

Word Count: 2818

Warnings: some swearing, a little bit gorey when she’s getting ripped to shreds by the hellhounds, just a heads up I almost made myself cry

A/N: ok so heads up I made myself want to curl up into a ball and die on the floor so im almost sorry for writing this but I couldn’t help myself its probably not even that emotional but still and whatever you do make sure that you do not listen to Brother by NEEDTOBREATHE bc I did and now im dead wow im making such a big deal out of this its probably because its like 1am but still
I hope this is what you wanted and sorry that it came out so late, but I just kind of got caught up in other stuff and couldn’t think of what to write soo yeah (btw I got the info for how to treat stab wounds from here and here should you guys ever feel the urge to know what to do in these scenarios)

I reposted this because some people had difficulties getting access to this. Hopefully it works. hmu if not!




“Dad!” Y/N heard Dean scream as the werewolf snuck behind John. She watched as the blade sank into his stomach, one hand stifling his grunt of pain.

“No,” she whispered. “No!” Quickly, she shot the monster in the back, running over to where Dean was trying to support his father.

“Y/N,” he snapped. “Bring the car around back. We’re taking him back to the motel and stitching him back up. Go,” he added when she didn’t move.
Nodding slowly, she ran to the impala. Not wasting any time, she swung open the door and opened the driver’s door. She had to hurry, had to be fast. They could fix dad, he’d be fine. Otherwise…

No.

He’d be fine.

“Open the back door,” he grunted, helping his father to the car. “Sit back there with him. I’m going to drive.”

Quickly they moved, wary of the precious time they had left. Y/N had barely sat down on the seat beside John when the car lurched forward. She gasped, closing the car door and glaring at Dean.

“Y/N,” her father’s voice sounded pained. She checked the wound. It was bad. “Y/N.”

“Yeah?” she responded, not paying much attention to his words. She was too busy trying to figure out what to do while they were driving.

“Don’t…” he coughed. “Don’t let the boys do anything stupid, okay?”

“You’re going to have to hold me to that,” she grunted, ripping off her flannel to use it to stop the blood flow. “You’re not dying on me. Not now.”

“Y/N-” he tried again.

“Dean,” she interrupted. “Step on it. He’s bleeding through everything I can give him.”

“Got it.” The car accelerated, blurring the lights of passing storefronts and homes as they sped towards the motel.

Y/N closed her eyes, pre-planning the next steps. She’d have to first get him inside without shifting him so he’d bleed harder, and then find gauze to stop the bleeding. Once that was finished, she’d clean the wound, sterilize it, and-

“Y/N!” Dean called back to her. “We’re here. Get Sam!” Y/N scrambled to get out of the car, racing inside.

“Y/N?” Sam asked, standing up from his position on the bed. “What-”

“Dad’s hurt,” Dean interrupted, half-carrying him through the door. “Y/N, what do we do?” Sam and Dean looked to her, awaiting orders. She had always been the one to stitch them all back up, even when she herself was injured. It was like they all had a role: Dad was the leader; Dean was the soldier who made sure all the orders were carried out; Sammy did the research; and Y/N was the medic. Together, they kicked ass.

Until now.

“Y/N!” Dean yelled at her, shaking her from her thoughts. “What do we do?”

“Lay him down on the bed,” she ordered. “Sam, apply pressure. Dean, sterilize it. Do not touch the knife. Leave it in. It’s stopping most of the blood flow, and any movement could cause further damage.”

They all scrambled in haste to attend her orders. She tore his clothes to further inspect his wound.

“Y/N,” John coughed. She immediately shoved a pillow beneath his head. “Y/N, remember what I said-”

“No,” she said sternly, looking him in the eye. “You are not dying. I am not becoming an orphan, not today. Sam! Where are you?”

“Coming!” he called rushing over to the bed with his cloth. Y/N scrambled back, letting Sam fill in her spot. Dean followed close behind, following the procedure that she had drilled into his brain from the numerous times she had performed them on him.

She turned to the bathroom, washing her hands and splashing some water on her face. Come on, Y/N, she thought to herself. Dad’s… face it. Dad’s dying, and you don’t know what to do. How can you save him?

Then it hit her.

She vaguely remembered seeing a crossroads on the way here. She knew the moment the knife had plunged into her father’s abdomen that she wasn’t nearly well trained enough to deal with this; not with the supplies she had. There was only one way to save him at this point.

Y/N ran out of the bathroom, snatching her jacket and racing out the door.

“Y/N!” Dean screamed for her, but she kept sprinting. “Y/N, get your ass back in here! Dad’s-” his voice broke off. He was unable to say it. She had to act fast.

Y/N always knew this day would come. That was why she carried a premade box around with her, inside her jacket when they hunted should the occasion ever arise. Quickly she made her way to the gravel road, stopping dead center in the parking lot. Checking to see she wasn’t being followed, she planted the box. Scooping the dirt back over it, she stood up.

“C’mon,” she tapped her foot impatiently. “Come on, you stupid son of a-”

“I’d watch that tongue, sweetie,” a voice from behind her. She whipped around, coming face to face with a young woman. She had dark features and wore black clothing. Not that it mattered to Y/N.

“Save my dad,” she practically yelled. The demon raised an eyebrow. She collected herself, taking a deep breath. “Please.”

“You know the terms, I assume?” the demon asked slowly. Too slowly for Y/N’s liking. “Ten long, good-”

“Yeah, yeah,” Y/N said, striding over to her. “Ten years. I know. Now shut up and take my soul.” With that, she planted her lips on the demon’s. She was shocked at first, but quickly responded.

“See you then,” she smirked before leaving Y/N to walk back to the motel, still in shock from what she had just done. She had barely walked back inside the motel room when Dean was in her face.

“What the hell, Y/N?” he nearly shouted. She frowned, confused as to why he wasn’t screaming, until she saw her father. His chest was gently rising and falling, as though he had just taken a nap and not been stabbed. The blood was hardly flowing, and he was… snoring? Y/N didn’t think that she’d ever heard her father snore before.

“He’s fine.” She shrugged him off, going to sit on her bed. She put her head in her hands.

“He wasn’t when you left!” he spat at her. Sam didn’t even look at his sister.

“Y/N, he could have died, and you left. Next time you decide to bail on family, go ahead and stay away.”

“Dean,” she whispered. “Please. I was-”

“I don’t want to hear it,” he snapped. “Now that no one is dead, I’m going for a walk. Because I actually tried to help, so I deserve that.” With that, he left.

“Y/N,” Sam said after a minute of silence. “You did know… you did know that dad was going to be okay, right? Before you left?” She smiled wearily, trying not to memorize every feature of her little brother’s face. She attempted to not memorize his soft eyes, his optimistic tone, his mussy hair and innocence.

“Of course, Sam. I had it all under control.”


Ten Years Later

Y/N drank down the last of her whiskey as she glanced at the clock on her phone. It flashed 11:56pm in the faint light the screen provided. She sat down on the curb, watching as the cars drove by. She waited, ever so calm and patient, for it to come.

For them to come.

She had been experiencing the symptoms recently: visions; sounds; the whole shebang. Y/N thought she had done a fairly good job at hiding them from her brothers, but they weren’t totally convinced. That was why they were watching her from far away. Not that she knew.

It was ten years exactly. Ten years since the deal. Though Sam left and dad did die eventually, she didn’t regret it. There was some sort of a calm washing over her. She was going to die for a good cause, and her brothers wouldn’t see it.

A twig snapped behind her.

She didn’t even turn around. She sighed, standing up.

“I’ll come into the alley. Make it easier to clean up.”

Silently she walked into the alleyway, taking one last swig of alcohol before setting it on the ground. She reached into her pocket, pulling out a letter. She laid it by her canteen. A single tear slipped. I love you, Sam and Dean, she thought to herself. I love you boys.

“Take me away,” she whispered. Then hot breath blew against her neck, and she was knocked to the ground. She didn’t put up a fight.

“Y/N!” Dean screamed, sprinting towards her. Sam was close behind. “Y/N!”
She turned her head around, a sad smile plastered on her face.

“Sam, Dean,” she coughed out, body being torn to shreds by some invisible force. “I-”

Her throat was slashed. She spoke no more.

After a moment, the slicing stopped.

The boys ran to her side, tears streaming down their faces. Sam clutched her jacket front, sobbing openly into her chest. There was no heartbeat, no warmth, no nothing expect the cold and metallic scent of her blood and body tissue that made him want to throw up.

“Y/N!” Dean screamed. “No, you selfish- how could you- why?” His body wracked with cries, leaning his forehead against hers, trying to will her to come back. It was nearly an hour before either of them saw the flask and folded paper beside it. Sam moved to it first. He read it, fresh tears springing to his eyes.

“Dean,” he croaked. “Dean.”

“What?” his brother snapped.

“She… she left a note.”

“… What?”

“Here. Read it.”

He thrust the paper out to Dean, who hesitantly took it. Taking a shuddering breath, he opened the letter.

Dear Sam and Dean,

I know I should have told you, but when I tried it couldn’t come out. There were so many times when I tried to memorize your face, your voice, your everything, that I figured you shouldn’t be burdened with it. It was my weight to carry, and I have never welcomed a trouble more.

Remember that hunt we went on, ten years ago to this date? It was a werewolf case. It got dad. I just couldn’t let him die. So, I sold my soul. I suppose it doesn’t matter much now that he’s gone anyways, but I’m glad I did it. He lived so we could have a parent an adult to watch over us. I did it so Dean wouldn’t have to be the oldest, watch out for his younger siblings. I don’t regret it.

Dean, after reading this and thinking about our argument, I know you’re going to blame yourself. Please, try not to. I know you will anyways, but I love you and don’t want you to go through that. God, I can’t say that enough. I love you. I love you. I love you. Don’t you dare ever forget it or think otherwise. I will kick your ass from beyond the grave so help me. All I ask is that you accept this, don’t do what I did, and move on. Don’t forget me, but accept what has happened and move on. I don’t want you to suffer. I love you. Accept my passing and move forwards. Don’t be afraid to cry. Don’t be afraid to fear. To be afraid to experience emotions. Taking care of yourself takes care of more than yourself. I love you. The only thing I ask you to be strong for is Sam. I know he can take care of himself, but I still worry about the kid. I love you. More than you’ll ever know. I’ll miss you. I’ll miss your stupid jokes and the way your jaw sets when you’re trying to hold in your emotions and I’ll miss your eyes that remind me of second grade when I climbed up in the tree and played with the leaves after the bully pushed me to the ground and you sat with me, saying that you loved me and that nothing would ever happen to me. Nothing ever did. Know that. You couldn’t have stopped me, even if you wanted to. I love you. I love you so much.

Sammy, my not-so-little brother. You never gave up on me, even when I gave up on myself. I can never repay you for that. Please, I know you are going to find some way to blame yourself, and so will Dean. I just need you to be there for him. Remember all those times where the world was trying to tear us apart, and remember how we said, “Screw you. We’re a family.” I know you’re going to hurt, and I know you’re going to hurt bad. And that’s okay. It’s okay for you to want to cry, to scream, to break everything until there is nothing left and your knuckles bleed. It’s okay for you to fall to your knees, as long as you get back up again. Please, know I love you. I’ll never tell you enough. I never told you enough. I love you. I love your long hair (don’t tell Dean, but it always made me happy when you let me run my fingers through it). I love your eyes that I can never quite describe, the way they always seem to change colours but never fail to turn back to my favourite shade of sunshine through whiskey, copper against sage and honey and when they glow I never fail to smile because even when I felt like calling the hounds early, you always carried me forwards. You never even knew it. I love you. I’m going to miss your quirkiness and love for learning and the way that you always would light up when you knew the answer to a question or saw that we were proud of you. I’ll never stop being proud of you. I’ll never stop loving you.

All the way through hell, I’ll remember you boys and be okay. I’m going to be okay. I’m going to remember how much I love you two, how much I love the way that you’re always bickering to make me laugh and the way that Dean smells like gun smoke and whiskey that I can call home, the way that Sam always tries to look for the best in things, the way that even though life has thrown him every curveball it has that he still hasn’t backed down.

I’m going to try to stop writing how proud I am of you boys before I tear up and ruin this page like I did with the others. Please, be there for each other. Don’t drink away your pain. Remember me. Know I love you. I love you so much. God, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop writing it down. I love you. I love you. I love you. You two have always been there for me, so I ask that you be there for each other. I know you’ll both want to take the impala and drive away from each other and not speak about this incident for days, weeks- hell, probably not even years if I know anything about you two- but please, stay with each other. That’s all I want for you two. I love you. Please, help each other. Be available for each other. Don’t go through this alone. Always keep fighting for me. I love you both so much. More than I can say, more than I can write. I’d do this all again if I knew it meant that you two would at least grow up off the streets, with some sort of food in your stomachs on a somewhat regular basis.

I love you both. Please, carry on. I love you. Don’t worry. Hopefully, we won’t see each other anytime soon. When you go to heaven, think of me. Think of our family. We’ll be alright. You’ll be alright. And don’t bother trying to save me. I made sure with the demon that you two couldn’t bring me back.

I love you. So, so much.

Love from your sister,

Y/N


There was a short funeral.

Bobby showed up. Rufus showed up. Every single hunter they’d met showed up. Y/N had impacted a lot of people. She’d saved a lot of lives.

The body was up in flames before the sun set. Sam and Dean were at the front, where no one could see the tears on their faces. Not that anyone would have the audacity to mention it. Not when there were streaks on their own.

“I love you too, Y/N,” Sam whispered. His voice cracked, even though he barely was heard.

“More than you’ll ever know,” Dean finished. He looked to the sky. “I love you. We all do. I promise, no one will ever forget you. You have my word, sister.”

Mr. Clumsy

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1201

Masterlist | ↠ Request

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“I’m starting to regret it, Jungkook!”

Looking at your phone screen, you glared at him.

“Noona, please~” 

Sitting on your couch, you reached out for your tea and took a little sip of it. “No, Jungkook. You can’t.”

Pouting a little bit more, he started kicking the air. “Ahh, why? I want to say it to him.”

“Kookie, no!” 

Looking sadly at you trough the screen, he huffed. “Why are you telling me something that I’m not allowed to tell someone else? You know that I can’t keep it to myself!”

You rolled your eyes. “That’s why I’m regretting it, you idiot.”

Suddenly, he started smirking. “Do you want to talk to him? I can give him my phone so you can FaceTime with him too.”, Wiggling his eyebrows, he stood up and started walking. “I’m sure you missed him.”

Panicking, you tried to stop him. “Yah! Jungkook, don’t! Yah, yah I’m not ready to talk to hi-”

Not listening to you, he shouted. “Hyung, Y/N noona wants to talk to you!”

Without warning, he turned his phone toward Namjoon and voilà, you saw your best friend smiling widely at the screen while reaching out for the phone.

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Little did he know that your heart was melting right know because of those dimples. 

Ugh, god, help! 

“H-Hey, Namjoon.”

Beautiful! Well done, Y/N! You stuttered! 

Showing his beautiful pearly whites, he greeted you back. “Hi, beautiful. How are you?”

Stop calling me beautiful, please. My heart is going to explode!

“I-I’m fine, thanks and you?”

Wow, very nice! Now you can’t even talk properly!

“I’m just a little bit exhausted because of the concert but besides that, everything is fine.”

“Oh, should I hang up? Do you want to sleep?”

Smiling cutely at you, he shook his head. “No, I want to talk to you.”

Breath, Y/N! Breath!

“O-Okay then..”

“So, what have you been doing lately while I was gone?”

Taking a deep breath, you started talking about your problems, your school life, basically everything and anything that you could remember. This was one of your favorite things in your friendship. Even though he was far away, stressed and exhausted, he would make sure to listen to your problems without complaining. Thats what you loved about him. Thats why you loved him.

While you were talking, you didn’t realize that he stared at you with a little smile while leaning his chin on his hand.

You looked up at your screen and saw that he was staring. Getting a little bit flustered, you stopped talking. “W-What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Nothing, I just realized how much I missed you.”

I-I think I’m dying. R.I.P Y/N..

Looking away shyly, you fiddled with your fingers and whispered. “I missed you too..”

Suddenly, you heard Jimin shouting. “Hyung, we need to go! You can talk to your girlfriend when we’re at the hotel.”

“Yah, I’m not his girlfriend!”

“Yah, I’m not her boyfriend!”

Realizing what just happened, both of you started laughing. 

Again, you heard Jimin shouting. “I think so too!”

Rolling your eyes, you smiled at Namjoon. “Take care of yourself and don’t break anything!”

Copying your movements, he answered while standing up. “I not that clums-”

Suddenly, the only thing you could see was black. “Ugh, not again.. You dropped the phone, right?”

Picking up the phone, he turned the screen toward himself. “Oops..”

You giggled while shaking your head. This time, you heard Jungkook shouting. “Hyung? That was not my one and only precious phone, right?”

“No, I would never drop your phone, are you stupid.”

Laughing at their conversation and Namjoon’s alarmed face, your prepared yourself to say goodbye.

“Bye, Mr. Clumsy.”

“Bye, Beautiful. I’ll see you in two days.” he said while waving back.


And finally, the time had come. The boys were arriving today. 

Wearing your favorite summer dress, you went to the park where you decided to meet up with the guys.

Sitting on a bench, you started waiting. After five minutes you heard seven familiar voices. Looking up, you saw the boys walking toward you. You smiled widely, stood up and started taking little steps toward them.

Smiling with that beautiful smile and those beautiful dimples, Namjoon started walking a little bit faster toward you than the boys.

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Opening his arms, he waited for you to run into his arms. Not waiting a minute longer, you started running toward him and jumped into his arms. He started spinning around, nuzzled his head in the crook of your neck and left a little kiss there. Standing there in that position for a while, you hugged him tight. 

Breathing in your scent, he placed you on the ground and looked at you. “I missed you so much, Beautiful.”

Smiling at him, you pinched his cheek. “I missed you too, Mr. Clumsy.” 

Looking over his shoulder, you saw the guys standing a little bit further away from you while staring at you. You called them over to you but they started shaking their head. 

Confused, you looked at them. Right when you wanted to walk toward them, they started counting. “3, 2, 1! Hyung/Namjoon, Y/N likes you!”

Frozen, you stood there. Eyes wide open, you looked at Namjoon. He too, was looking at you with his eyes wide open.

Jungkook, I’m going to kill you! I told you that you’re not allowed to say that to anybody!

All of a sudden, Namjoon started smiling. 

Wait, why was he even smiling? Oh no, no please! Don’t smile! I don’t want to see your dimples please.. I can’t endure it anymore!

Standing on your tiptoes, you put your hands on his shoulder and kissed his dimple.

“Ugh, finally! I always wanted to kiss that.”

Realizing that you said that out loud, you covered your mouth with your hand while looking at him with wide eyes.

His smile grew wide and he opened his mouth to say something but you started rambling to yourself. “Omg, I’m so sorry, Namjoon! Omg, how can you do something like that, you stupid girl! Are you insane?! Your best friend is here after two months and the first thing you do is something like this! He things you’re insane! Thats it! Thats it with your friendshi-”

Suddenly, you felt something soft on your lips. At first you didn’t realize what it was but when he started moving his lips, did you realize what was going on. 

Before you could do something, he leaned back and smiled at you while saying. “Ugh, finally! I always wanted to kiss that.”

Wait, wait, wait.. WHAT?!

Again, before you could react, you heard the guys shouting, laughing and running toward you two. Engulfing you both in a hug while hitting Namjoon’s back, they shouted. “Finally, you two confessed your feelings to each other!”

Okay, I think I’m in heaven right know..