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Try Not To (Jungkook x Reader Fluff/Slight Smut)

Summary: “Try not to get nervous.”

(( Note: another story for the youngest member who stands on top. In this one I more so like the bickering than the actual ‘fluff’ or ‘smut’ which is so so so mild I warn you. So, idk about this one at all :(( Either way, I hope you all enoy! ))


Could you have taken any longer, holy fuck.

It was a far late into a chilly Sunday night and you were standing outside your friend’s door clutching your tote bag against your chest and curling your toes against the rubber soles of your not-so-appropriate flip flops you when sporting. A combination of that plus a thin cardigan and pajama shorts were definitely not the greatest outfit choice when in this close-to-frozen mid-February weather. In your defense, it wouldn’t have been as horrifyingly cold as it was if it weren’t for Jeon Jungkook who took his sweet as time answering the door.

Fifteen minutes to be exact.

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Spring Break College!AU with Tyjo

A/N: alright guys so here is the spring break au/headcanon with Tyler. There will be a Josh one too! I will post it only if this post gets to at least 75 notes!!!! Josh will not be posted if it’s any less!!!! So pls REBLOG and spread this around!!!!!!!!

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#6 Whiskey

A/N: I’m a very selfless person, so here, have a gift for my birthday. :) I hope you enjoy reading this, as much as I enjoyed writing it. Leave reviews? As a birthday present? Thank you!!

Brainstorming ideas credit go to @allenting!

P.s: Double portion of smut. Enjoy.

Prompt #6: Whiskey - She really should not mix her drinks.

Word count: 2,732

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Fic Recs Mega Post

I really might change the name of these posts - I very much hate the one I came up with when I thought I’d only do this once! Anyway, back again with more amazingness from the Hannibal fic writers’ neverending stream of wonders XD This time round there’s a couple of stragglers from the Big Bang, some Spacedogs, some Basic Chickens (love those two) and quite a lot of fae!Hannigram. Man, I love my fandom!

N.B. AO3 author names (if different from tumblr handles) are given in brackets. All works are complete (though some are part of ongiong series).

Unknown Number by @slashyrogue (nightliferogue): Whenever I need a bit of cheering up, I know there are two things I can count on – Spacedogs fluff and slashyrogue’s utter brilliance. Admittedly, this particular fic starts not so much with fluff but with an accidental dick pic (from Nigel to Adam) that quickly leads to some non-accidental dick pics that quickly lead to… well, that’d be spoiling things, wouldn’t it? But you can’t keep the Spacedogs sweetness down, and as Nigel pursues the beautiful boy he’s only glimpsed via phone screen, lust quickly turns something deeper, despite the obstacles (ex-wives, self-esteem issues) they face. Slashy never fails to deliver fun, touching, enthralling fics and this one in particular is like a big fuzzy hug (with dick pics, obvs).

Roman(ian) Holiday & There And Back Again by @desperatelyseekingcannibals (TigerPrawn), parts 6 and 7 of the California & Beyond series: Way, way back when I was a baby fannibal (like, a whole six months ago!), I was a bit hesitant to get into madancy pairings other than Hannigram (I know, can you believe it?). Then a friend suggested I should try Spacedogs because it was just so sweet. And I’ve never looked back, in no small part thanks to the amazing TigerPrawn’s omegaverse series in which Adam and Nigel meet over a misunderstanding, fall in love, become mates and, in these final two instalments, start making plans to get married. Except, Adam’s not entirely sure that’s what he wants, and Nigel’s going to have to face his history before taking this step. The characterisation in this series has always been spot-on, with Nigel convincingly evolving into a strong and loving partner, while Adam’s Asperger’s is always portrayed with sensitivity and intelligence and never allowed to reduce him to a stereotype or a pile of quirks. Moreover, the worldbuilding is brilliantly done, with a fully-realised and detailed omegaverse backing up the plot. Do please go read the whole thing, it’s so worth your time.

Twinkyempath Anthology by @mresundance: When I picked up this fic, it was because I was looking for something I could read on the bus. Something with nice, short chapters that I could dip in and out of without having to concentrate too hard. And then I started reading. And reading. And staying up late just so I could keep reading. Because while this starts out as a fun-and-kinky Q&A fic with Will (the eponymous Twinkyempath) recounting the details of his (extensive) sexual escapades, including his relationship with Hannibal, it quickly reveals itself as something far deeper and more complex. Put it this way, I never expected to cry over something with a title like this. But I did. More than once. This fic grabbed me by the emotional balls and, if I’m honest, still hasn’t quite let go yet.

Bluebeard’s Wife by @dancey94: Fans of the bitchfests between Will and Bedelia, do I have a treat for you! In this omegaverse AU, Hannibal and Bedelia are a married pair of Alphas, though their relationship is one of social-status-raising  convenience rather than love. That doesn’t mean Bedelia is pleased when Hannibal brings home the beaten, beautiful, wilful, homeless Omega (Will) he finds on the streets of Florence, and she does everything in her power to stem their blossoming affection for each other. Want to bet on her chances of success? Meanwhile, Will and Hannibal plan retribution on those who harmed the Omega, whilst attempting to navigate Will’s upcoming heat, Hannibal’s marital status and just what each man wants from the other. Some lovely worldbuilding, deliciously jealous Bedelia, and very hot Hannigram make this fic an utter treat.

Just the Way You Are by @halotolerant: I am so far on board the Basic Chickens ship. Something about this pairing’s chemistry just has me totally in love. Which means I was overjoyed to find that the ever-amazing halotolerant had written this wonderful, multi-chapter piece of Adam/Elias gorgeousness. It all starts when Elias posts his profile on Grindr… and uses his best asset as his picture. A flood of responses ensues, including one from a certain Adam Towers, down-on-his-luck journalist, who is – unsurprisingly – less impressed by Elias in the flesh. Unfortunately for him, Adam just can’t seem to shake this irritating, clumsy, gauche… weirdly endearing… maybe actually kind of attractive… and sometimes very sweet guy. And maybe, as they keep spending time together, it might turn out he doesn’t want to anyway… I just adored the take on the characters here, their layers are explored brilliantly, with both men slowly opening up to each other in the most satisfying, compelling way. In fact, I loved it so much, I immediately went back and read it a second time!

Born In Blood by @thefangirlingdead: An s1 AU, in which Will is suffering from nightmares of blood and murder (as is his wont). Except, one night, he realises that the gruesome killing he’s just dreamt of is no dream at all. So, with blood on his hands, there’s really only one person he can think to turn to… and Dr Lecter is only too delighted with this earlier-than-expected opportunity to guide Will into his becoming. A thrilling and seriously sexy look at how things might have gone if Will had accepted certain things were beautiful before any imprisonments or guttings, this is dark, violent and gorgeous.

A twist of fate, forcing our hands by @nalyras (nalyra): Remember when Bryan Fuller tweeted that Will and Hannibal didn’t talk much on the car ride to the cliffside house because “their lips were busy”? Well here’s what happens when an amazing writer takes a fun tweet and creates an entire, gorgeous fic out of it. Oh, and sets it in an omegaverse, to boot XD. Set both during and after TWotL, Will and Hannibal finally get physical on their way to meet the Red Dragon… but Will is still keeping one last secret from his cannibal. Until the implant that has been suppressing his omegan nature gets ripped out in the fight, that is. Adding abo dynamics gives a fresh perspective to the well-explored post-fall narrative, with Will’s choice to accept his true nature and his bond with Hannibal taking on a more literal meaning. Not to mention, it leads to some very excellent heat sex in later chapters XD

Melanistic Variation by @sunryder: A crossover AU with The Sentinel (as seen also in @toffeecape’s Oddbodies, one of the greatest Hannibal fics ever), in this ‘verse Will is an unbonded guide who finds himself locked up after shooting Garret Jacob Hobbs – the kind of violent act that Guides are not meant to engage in. Having been subjected to the ineffectual prodding of numerous psychiatrists (including Drs Bloom and Chilton), and running rings around them, Will is finally confronted by a more challenging visitor, in the form of Doctor Lecter. Doctor Mischa Lecter. Who has been on the lookout for her brother’s guide for years and who thinks she might just have found him. As well as playing brilliantly with the details of the Sentinel ‘verse (and seriously, there need to be more Sentinel/Hannigram crossovers, it just works so well), this pulls the reader in by drawing out the meeting between Will and Hannibal and what might happen between them. And when it finally happens, it’s so worth it, with an ending that is thrilling, sexy and anything but anticlimactic.

Four Days, Three Nights by @devereauxsdisease (Devereauxs_Disease) with artwork by @postmortemdesign: A little reverse Bang action now, courtesy of the ever-remarkable DD, who does some of her best work (and you know I don’t say that lightly) in this crossover with 1980s sci-fi classic The Thing. Stranded in Antarctica by his assistant Frederick Chilton (who, yes, is a weaselly little coward in every incarnation, save the one in his head), fancy research scientist Hannibal is forced to call on the (reluctant) services of (decidedly unfancy) dog sledder Will to get him to his destination before Chilton can take all the glory. Irritation at first sight quickly goes the way of all Hannigram and before long the pair are USTing all over the snow. Unfortunately, once they get to the base, it turns out Chilton isn’t the only freaky little shit they have to deal with… there’s also the issue of a possibly alien menace to deal with. One Hannibal might know way more about than he’s been letting on… There’s so much good stuff here: Will at his sassy, salty best, Hannibal in long johns, Will lusting after a Hannibal in long johns, WINSTON AS A SLED DOG, humping in sleeping bags… plus a nice dose of sci-fi weirdness to help things along. Miss this at your peril.

Lost in Dumas by @desperatelyseekingcannibals (TigerPrawn): Once again Tiger proves herself the master of rare pairs with this barmy but utterly beguiling fic, in which Grigg Harris finds himself thrown into the world of The Three Musketeers (the Mads version, obvs). Lost, confused and convinced he’s in the middle of a very weird hallucination, things start looking up when Grigg saves the life of a certain booted, eye-patch-wearing captain of the guard. And even further up when it turns out Rochefort isn’t quite the hard bastard he appears… with, perhaps, a soft spot for dimension-hopping sci-fi nerds… Featuring sassy!Grigg, soft!Rochefort and an unexpectedly moving relationship between the two, this is thrilling, funny and brilliant.

Only an Echo by @moku-youbi with artwork by @varali1618 and @granpappy-winchester: Another Big Bang entry, this time a crossover with Lois Lowry’s novel The Giver (with which, I must admit, I’m not familiar). This beautiful and complex fic takes place in a dystopian future, in which all emotion is suppressed by medication and memories of humanity’s past are held only by one person. On his sixteenth birthday, Will is shocked to discover that he is to take over this role and to be trained by his predecessor – a man named Hannibal. The training process is… intimate, and shared memories leads to shared feelings, which leads to… well, it’s Will and Hannibal, you can see where this is going. Sadly, happy endings are hard to come by in futuristic dystopias and our boys must fight against the regime headed by a certain blonde ice-queen in order to have a chance of a future together… and Bedelia’s not giving in without a fight. I was completely enthralled by this fic, despite not knowing the source material and had my heart in my mouth more than once throughout this epic piece of Hannigram.

Let It Be A Fairy Tale by @littlethingwithfeathers (hesterbryde): I’m finishing up with two fae-themed fics, this first of which is this s1 AU. Here Will is not just catnip for killers, he’s also irresistible to the King of the Fairies… who just happens to be his psychiatrist. As ever, Hannibal goes out of his way to manipulate things so that he may have Will all to himself (with Abigail, Alana, Jack and Beverly all affected). And, as ever, Will proves himself a man not easily seduced, not that his reticence puts Hannibal off… Some genuinely beautiful, lyrical writing here, with a terrifyingly powerful and focussed Hannibal (yes, even more than usual) and excellent use of the ensemble cast. The tension is skilfully ratcheted up through to the final chapter and the climax is genuinely unpredictable but seriously satisfying.

Dark Wonders by @possessivenouns (PossessiveNoun): Fae-fic number two, here Will is still an FBI-associated empath (though his powers are somewhat heightened) but he’s investigating the murder of a young human woman whose death is marked by fae magic. The crime scene yields a useful clue: a card advertising an exclusive club owned by powerful fae Hannibal Lecter… who agrees the give the FBI access to his club on one condition. He gets access to their pet empath. This is a fascinating exploration of how Hannibal and Will’s relationship might have developed in a more magical world, weaving in elements of canon with care and imagination and giving us a brilliant example of that famous Hannigram attraction, as Will tries to figure out why he feels so strongly about this man and whether becoming a fae companion would be a very stupid mistake, or the best decision he’s ever made.

As ever, if anything is mis-tagged, or there’s a bad link, let me know and I’ll change it lickety-split. Until next time lovely fannibals!

Trapped


Everything went wrong. The plan that had been discussed fell to pieces the moment you had arrived. The enemy intel that you had been given had been incorrect. To top it off, you were trapped in the rubble of a building, with the one person you hated the most. James. Buchannan. Barnes.


“Load up team!” Steve announced. You had just shrugged over your mission jacket, the last part of what you liked to call your very own ‘super suit.’ While the rest of the team had their own style, you liked your combat boots, black cargo pants, and your favorite black jacket. You had it specially made to fit you perfectly and added lots of spaces to hide knives and guns inside. Some of the team had laughed at your outfit the first time, asking where all the weapons were, until you pulled out two guns, eight knives, two daggers, a lighter, and four mini explosive devices.


“Shotgun!” you called as you walked to the jet.


“No fair! You always get to ride shotgun!” Clint complained loudly as he followed behind you.


“Gotta be quicker next time old man,” you sniggered as you took your seat up front.


“You only get it ‘cause the Captain likes you best,” Clint huffed.


“Perks of having Rogers as your best friend,” you said with a grin.


You turned the seat around, and sunk down in the seat to play on your phone while everyone else began to board. You were too occupied with beating your current high score on Candy Crush, that you jumped when someone tried to turn your seat. The sudden movement caused you to move the wrong piece, screwing up your chances of beating your high score.


“What the hell!” you yelled at the person who turned you. You found yourself making a disgusted face at none other than James Barnes.


“Why are you here?” he said obviously irritated at you already. He was dressed for the mission, black mission suit, combat boots, a gun at his hip, and probably several knives stashed in his pockets. His hair was combed back, because he had finally cut the hobo mop of hair he had on his head off. Although it was still a bit long, you could still make fun of it. When he had cut it you had said, “Oh great, at least you’ll see yourself being stupid next time.”


“Why do you think genius? I’m going on the mission, duh,” you responded, your eyes practically rolling to the back of your skull.


“You’re in my seat,” he grumbled, rolling his head around like it was obvious that you were taking up his precious seat.


“Called shotgun, get in the back with the rest of the team,” you replied coldly, turning back around to play your game again. He huffed but you heard him reluctantly move to take a seat in the back. A moment later, Steve came and took his seat in the pilot’s chair.


“You know if you guys actually talked, you probably wouldn’t hate each other,” he said quietly as he began to switch on the controls.


“If we talked, I’d accidently murder him because he would piss me off,” you responded and you went through the preflight checklist with Steve.


“I’m just saying, you both have more in common than you realize,” Steve said, and he turned on the engines. You didn’t respond, thinking that the day you and James Barnes would ever have anything in common, was the day the world would end. Nothing could ever make you want anything to do with him. Ever.


You landed on the ground an couple hours later. The cover of night shielded you all as you came towards the main building. You could hear the sounds of guards in the distance, making their rounds around the compound. Natasha had gone ahead of the group and was doing her job of securing an entrance in the compound. As you pulled around to the meeting point, the back door swung open. A man fell over and out from the inside, but Natasha stood just inside rechecking her gadgets.


“Thanks Romanoff,” Steve said as he walked in.


“Child’s play Rogers,” she smirked and followed behind him.


You were about to head inside, until Barnes shoved past you to get inside first. “Asshole,” you hissed. He just glared back at you before continuing inside. You were mentally plotting a way to put Nair in his shampoo when you got back as you moved forward and proceeded to follow the rest of the group.


As you went up the stairs, everything was quiet, and it made you uneasy. For something so heavily protected on the outside, the inside seemed to empty. You made it to the sixth and final floor before everything went wrong. As the last of you entered the room, the door slammed closed an locked behind you. The door across opened and dozens of armed soldiers started to flood in. Each of you immediantly jumped into action.


You dove behind a desk and started firing at the neverending stream of enemy agents. Once you ran out of ammo, you moved to gain a better position to fight hand to hand combat and not get overwhelmed. Unfortunately for you, you didn’t see one coming behind you. They grabbed you and even though you spun around to get away they managed to catch you and fling you into another teamate nearby.


You landed on top of them with a thud. Just my luck, you thought. You had landed on top of James Barnes and were painfully aware of how close your faces were to each other. “Are you okay?” he asked, he voiced filled with something that you could only describe as actual concern.


“Fine,” you said as you rolled off, trying to avoid gettting knocked down again. He moved away, but beyond that, you didn’t pay attention or even care what he was doing. You were doing the best you could fighting off as best you could while the others did the same.


“Get down!” you heard Clint yell. You turned to see one of the assailants had thrown a bomb of some sort and it was heading right towards you.


Bucky saw it in slow motion. Everyone dove for cover except you. You seemed frozen on the spot, and Bucky wanted to scream at you to take cover but he couldn’t. He knew if you didn’t move right that second, you were as good as dead.


“Fuck,” he swore, before leaping out to cover you. The device detonated as his body collided into yours, shielding you from the blast. The floor gave way, and you felt yourself falling, and then nothing but darkness.


Pain, the first thing you felt was searing pain in your leg. You groaned, as you tried to open your eyes. Everything was dark, and the air was full of dust and dirt. You started coughing but each movement only brought flashes of pain into your leg.


You bit you lip in pain as you tried to move around enough to get the light from your jacket pocket. By this point, hot tears mixed in with the sweat on your face. You held back each whimper the best you could until you were finally able to get your light. You turned it on, and found yourself in a nightmare. You were tapped underground, in the rubble of the building.


You heard movement from the beside you and turned slowly to ease the amount of pain you felt, to find James Barnes groaning as he pulled himself up on his hands and knees. You were almost releaved to find that you weren’t alone done here. Almost. Almost because it was James Barnes.


You turned away to take in your surroudings. You managed to get trapped in a small pocket of the rubble. It was only a few feet around. Just enough for the two of you to move around.


“Barnes,” you whispered. Your voice sounded weak, and cracked. “James,” you said a little lounder this time, saying it through gritted teeth. You shined the light in his direction, and he turned towards you.


“Are you okay?” he asked.


“Fuck no,” you growled, the pain in your leg growing as your senses came back to you. You shined the light down at your leg, and the blood drained from your face. You had a piece of metal going straight through your thigh. You started to panic, shock coming onto you.


“Ja…Ja.. James…James…I ugh…I think…I’m going into sh…sh…shock,” you stuttered out. He crawled over to you, trying his best not move you.


“Hey, hey, (Y/N), look at me okay. Look at me,” he said, his voice somehow even. You turned to look at him, his face ghostly in the dim light.


“You’re going to be okay. You hear me, you’re going to be okay.” You nodded, feeling scared and in pain.


He looked down at your wound, which you could feel oozing blood. At least the metal stayed in your leg. You might not lose it. He pressed gently around, casuing you to hiss and groan at his prodding. He pulled off his jacket and then ripped sleeves off of his shirt. He ripped a whole in the jacket, big enough to put around the metal.


“This is going to hurt,” he said softly. You knew what was going to happen so you brought your jacket sleeve to your mouth and bit down. You nodded, your breathing already starting to pick up in preparation for the pain your were about to feel. You shut your eyes and screamed. They were muffled as he tightend the straps of clothe around your leg. You screamed, and cursed and felt like you were going to pass out. Your heart was beating out of control.


“There done,” he said and pulled his hands away quickly. You kept your jacket in your mouth as you slowly called back down. You finally calmed down enough to let go. You looked at James, who was watching you with concern.


“Thanks,” you said raggedly.


He half smiled, “I think that’s the first time you’ve actually thanked me.”


“I almost wish I wasn’t thanking you for wrapping up my metal impaled leg,” you said through the pain you felt. The blood loss was making you nice to him. You shivered, realizing how cold it was becoming in the rubble. The concrete was sucking all the heat from you both.


“You need to stay warm,” James said. He moved closer to you, laying beside you to keep you somewhat warm. You rolled your eyes and moved up to lay on him. He stiffened, but then let his flesh arm wrap around you, holding you, sharing the small amount of body heat you had.


“Don’t get any ideas,” you muttered, relishing in his warmth. You never realized how warm he was. He was practically a human space heater. You turned off the light, saving it in case you heard anyone coming for you both.


“I’m sorry,” he said. “I know I’m the last person you would want here.”


“You are, but you’re a human heater so I’m glad you’re here,” you replied.


He stayed quiet and you weren’t sure how long the silence lasted. It could have been a few minutes, or a few hours for all you knew. “Why do you hate me?” you asked breaking the silence.


“I don’t. Why do you hate me?” he asked.


“I, uh, you know I don’t actually know. You’re just such an ass that I had to hate you,” you explained. It was true. From the first moment you had met him, he seemed to just insult you or be so sarcastic that you just couldn’t and wouldn’t even try and be friends with him.


“It was uh, my way of dealing I guess. Eveyone else, except Steve, just kinda took it I guess. You’re uh, the only person I guess who took it as an offense,” he fumbled out.


“I don’t take shit from people, I took enough when I was young,” you mumbled.
He stayed quiet again, but this time not as long. “Rough childhood?” he asked.


You were hesisant for a moment, but you were also stuck down here with him. Steve said you should talk to him, so here was a chance. “Mum left when I was 5. I don’t really remember her, but I remember her always telling me I had her eyes. She said when she looked at me, she saw a younger version of herself. I, uh, I thought she loved me, but she didn’t. Dad turned into a drunk after she left. Usual abuse followed until I ran away. I, uh, I got caught stealing, then juvi, then cleaned up, got recruited. Now I’m here.”


You finished your story but he said nothing. You thought maybe you had dumped too much on him at one time. “I’m sorry. If I would have known, I wouldn’t have been so shitty to you.”


“Don’t apologize, we both know if we live, we’ll just go back to the way we were,” you grumbled.


“If we live, how about we hang out sometime, get to know each other so maybe we won’t hate each other,” he offered.


“If we live, and I keep my leg, then we can hang out,” you teased.


You two sat there in the dark for who knows how long. Finally you heard something above you, but you were getting drowsy at this point. You were out, but remembered hearing something and seeing a bit of light before you were gone for good.


The next thing you knew, you were waking up, and you knew you had gotten out. You felt warm, covered in a blanket and the rhythmic beeping of a machine. You opened your eyes slowly and found yourself in the med bay of the tower.
“You got to keep the leg by the way,” you turned to see James leaning agaisn the doorway.


You gave him a soft smile, “Guess you didn’t do such a crappy job then Barnes.”


“You can call me Bucky, everyone else does, and after what happened to us, I think you can,” he said with a smile.


“Bucky, huh. Well Bucky I guess the deal is settled. Think of something easy to do, cause  I don’t think I’ll be walking any time soon.”


He came over and gave your hand a squeeze. “Don’t worry. I got you.”

I Promise You Won’t Fall

I did a thing because @halesheart was like someone needs to do this but a Sterek version. When ye asks ye shall receive. Happy Holidays!

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Summary: “Derek! I’m not doing that,” Stiles gasped.

“I promise you won’t fall.”

“No you can’t promise that, I’m gonna fall and break my face. Or worse! My glasses! Do you know how expensive these are–?”

“Baby, breathe,” Derek shushed him.

Or the one where skaterboy!Derek loses a bet, and has to ride a skateboard with his boyfriend Stiles who more or less enjoys it.


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Relocated [1/10]

Summary: Reader recently moved to another city. She meets a man, spends a day with him at an iconic tourist location, and the story goes…

Pairing: Modern!Steve Rogers x Reader AU

Warnings: Extremely cliché, slight cursing

Word Count: 3,003

Author’s Note: This is heavily inspired by Before We Go and Playing It Cool. I’m a romcom fanatic, so this will be the most cliché of the clichés. Hope it ain’t too bad?

Originally posted by forassgard

Your name: submit What is this?


It was only 9AM in the morning and the sky was a beautiful blue, not a cloud to be seen. With a groan, Y/N slowly sat up in bed and rubbed her eyes. As her sleepiness washed away, the sight before her made her drop her head back onto her pillow with a whine. Boxes. Boxes everywhere. Having only moved a few days ago, she hasn’t had the time to unpack and sort everything out yet. Her arms dangled off the side of her twin size bed as she stared at the ceiling, trying to plan out her day. I should unpack and put everything in place today, she thought. Y/N turned her head to the right and looked out the window. The sun was shining brightly and she could hear the faint chirping of birds outside.

“Fuck it,” she muttered. “The weather’s too good to be cooped up inside.”

Decision made, she tossed her blanket aside and dragged herself to the bathroom to freshen up. Twenty minutes and a bowl of cereal later, she’s ready to take on the day. Dressed in a plain white V-neck and a pair of dark wash jeans with an army green backpack slung over her shoulders, she slipped her feet into a pair of sneakers and was off to explore her new home – the city of San Francisco.

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Wildfire

pairing: daveed diggs x reader

summary: reader and daveed diggs have both been friends with lin for a while. they get stuck in an elevator together, which is bad news because they don’t like each other at all. except that, surprise, they do.

warnings: anxiety attacks, swearing, alcohol mentions

word count: 3,623

a/n: this mostly happened because i love Daveed Diggs, angry kissing, and I am a self indulgent twat. sorry if u don’t like it, i really hope you do, and feel free to send in requests if you have any


“Once desire was turned on, combustion gave it a life of its own. Once it was turned on it became a raging wildfire, uncontrollable and uncontainable, the type of conflagration that had to be allowed to burn itself out.” -Eric Jerome Dickey

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Work Wife

Originally posted by asianworld-g

Work Wife

“Are you sure you’re gonna be ok?” you looked over at your husband, standing by the door.

“Babe it’ll be fine” Jay laughed kissing your forehead.

You normally wouldn’t work this shift and would be home to watch your son but, your boss was away and that left you in charge. It was last minute and couldn’t be helped, but Jay was always understanding when it came to your job. “Come on. He’s my son too. I’m perfectly capable of watching him.”

You gave him an anxious look before going over all of your contact information one more time. “And did you memorize my work number? And my secretary’s number-”

He laughed shaking his head, ushering you to the door. “I haven’t memorized a phone number since I was a kid.”

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Fanfiction - Stealing Tomorrow (Chapter 1)

New fic, yeah! This fic actually was born (in my mind), while I was in Scotland, so I hope it is the real deal! There will be angst, so be prepared. See you on the other side. <3

Chapter 1 – In media res

Edinburgh, Present day

Claire was lulled by the subtle trepidation and constant movement of the train – she would terribly miss it when she started to drive her car around Edinburgh. The daily train journey allowed her precious moments to think, to contemplate – and sometimes to be lost in nothing but mere existence. She fancied to observe the ever-changing mass of people around her – mothers composing their toddler’s beanies, friends discussing the rugby game from last night – the referee wasn’t exactly a popular person that particular morning! -, high school girls talking about a dreaded chemistry test, lovers kissing goodbye. The fleeting touches of lips, the hands that searched each other, the promise to return living inside their smiles. She closed her eyes, blocking the image. Don’t think.

When she felt steady enough, she opened her eyes and looked through the window, visualizing the right-handed vicryl knot she’d learned so many years ago. She thought about Mister Stein, by then nervously waiting for her to come and close his colostomy, allowing him to run freely after his granddaughter again.

The Royal Infirmary of Edinburgh was now her home, after so many years in Boston. It had been a great opportunity – she was still young at thirty-five and the move back to Scotland had represented a huge climb in the hierarchy of a surgeon’s career. She directed her own team and people from all over Scotland came searching for the best general surgeon in the country – and that was synonym of Claire Beauchamp and her unit.

The train rushed near a park, the large treetops undulating on the morning’s wind. She had been there before – on her previous life. She remembered how she had lain in a blanket, the scent of crushed leaves and growing grass filling her nostrils, the sun’s warmth in her face. A light touch on her cheek and then his voice “I love ye, mo nighean donn”.

Don’t think.

She still had a couple of hours before her scheduled surgeries – unable to sleep past dawn, she made herself useful by lending a hand on the A&E department. Frequently, young interns were puzzled when they arrived to do rounds only to discover her already doing stitches on a hand or evaluating a tender belly.

As soon as she entered the sliding doors, Claire realized that all elective surgeries would be pushed on that day and all available hands called to work on the emergency department – gurneys pilled the corridor, nurses ran hectically around carrying trays and saline bags and her friend, Joe Abernathy, was doing triage like a general commanding troops to war.

“What happened?” She asked him, jumping to the side in order to avoid being bumped by a crash cart being wheeled to a curtain near them. “You should have paged me!”

“I knew you were coming either way, Lady Jane.” He shrugged, wincing as he tried to complete the central line he was placing. “Seemed like a waste of precious time. A residential fire near Murrayfield – some casualties already and plenty of wounded still coming. Here,” He pushed a chart in her direction. “Take this one. I believe he’s the Station Officer – hurt himself saving a couple of his men. The rest of the firefighters here are giving me hell to make sure he’s well taken care of.”

“Alright.” She gave an evaluating look to the elderly man whom Joe was treating. “His left leg is broken – save him a trip to the X-ray.”

Joe gave her an irritated – but still somewhat amused – look. “If only I was a pretty witch like you. Alright, alright!”

Claire quickly changed into her scrubs, neatly wrapping her curls into a functional bun, and marched to curtain four to tend the brave firefighter.

The first thing she saw was his hair. The striking mixture of auburn, amber, cinnabar, copper and cinnamon. She could still feel it, between her fingers – slightly moist after their lovemaking; curling when he laid his head on her lap, surrendering into her keeping. Her heart was galloping, so much so her chest hurt – fear and pain gripped her, until her soul was curled into an infinitesimal display of what she once had been. It couldn’t be.

His hand had been roughly ligated on the scene, but hints of blood were beginning to appear – like drops from a brush on an empty canvas. He had his eyes closed, but his forehead was wrinkled in pain – was that little scar on the edge of his cheek new? Or in her efforts to forget, she had effectively managed to erase something of him from her memory?

She halted by his bed, a sudden rush of bile coming up her throat, as if her insides were actually threatening to reverse themselves. Claire silently contemplated him, breathing deeply.

Jamie opened his eyes, sensing a nearby presence. He stared at her and smiled – so tenderly, that unwanted tears welled up in her eyes.

“It’s good to see ye again, Sassenach.”

****

Broch Mordha, 15 years ago

Claire pedalled furiously, pushing her bicycle forward across the slippery hill, green and purple from the heather and thistles blurring around her. She was terribly late – her alarm clock had been turned off after electricity failed the previous night, courtesy of another summer thunderstorm. She didn’t exactly have a rigorous schedule, but she hated to fail her commitments – and was sure that her first patient, a sour and somewhat irascible eighty year old man with a foot ulcer, wouldn’t fail to notice her lateness.

Coming to the countryside for the summer had been a sudden decision – she liked the opportunity of leaving the city’s crowd and the constant rush; and being able to combine that with some medical work had seemed perfect. Her volunteer work at Broch Mordha’s small, yet capable, general practice was a good addition to her curriculum and a chance to keep her skills sharp during the summer break from Medical School. So when the opportunity had presented itself on the notice board of her dorm, she applied without further thought.

She could already see the small building, slightly croaked in appearance after having been expanded and rebuilt after a series of unfortunate meteorological events, appearing after the next turn of the earthy path. Her second-hand ride - a rusty but functional bicycle purchased for the grand total of fifteen pounds and the promise of free consults for the duration of her staying - slid on the mud, almost projecting her to the ground like a temperamental stallion.

“Bloody thing!” She hissed, struggling to control the erratic movements of the ancient wheels.

After parking without further disgraceful events, she debrided and cleaned the wound already expecting her, patiently ignoring the grousing and cursing involved in the process. While she carefully washed her hands and packed some clean bandages for the old man to take with him, she silently congratulated herself on the substantial improvements obtained.

“Is there anything else I could do, Maisri?” She asked the young nurse in charge for the day, absorbed in doing inventory of their drugs cabinet.

“Oh, aye!” She said cheerfully, smiling to her. Maisri was only ten years older than Claire and they got along very well. “A laddie came in while ye were tending Old Grumpy. Got himself in some kind of brawl – I expect seeing yer bonny smile will do him some good, even if there’s no sae much ye can do for his cuts and bruises.”

“Don’t be ridiculous!” Claire blushed, gently slapping Maisri’s shoulder. “He probably needs a good smacking to learn how to behave like a man and I ain’t his Mama.”

“Wait until ye see him.” The nurse laughed and winked. “Young Jamie is quite…remarkable.”

Claire snorted in disbelief and, taking hold of a chart to complete his medical history, walked towards the small treatment area.

When she opened the door, Claire immediately understood Maisri’s words – the young man waiting for her was unbelievably tall, even slightly curved as he was on the gurney, clearly uncomfortable of finding himself in such shameful circumstances. His face had enough softness and angles about it to make him very handsome, as only a man can be – the curve of his jaw was beautifully made, as was his almost-too-long-nose and his high cheekbones.

“Hello, Mister…” Claire squinted, trying to decipher Maisri’s temperamental handwriting. “Fraser?”

“Yes.” He nodded, still looking down, as if completely immersed on the design of her sneakers. “But Jamie is just fine.”

“Alright, Jamie.” She tilted her head, noticing the bruise that was flourishing on his left cheekbone and the cut on his bottom lip. “Do you want to tell me what happened?”

He whispered something that sounded an awful lot like “Not really.” Claire raised a brow and folded her arms, summoning her best doctor in charge look.

“I can’t help you unless you tell me what happened.” She said with assertiveness. “Everything you tell me is confidential, you know.” Claire added softly. “Unless you killed someone.” She ended as an afterthought.

Jamie snorted with mirth and raised his eyes to her – he seemed surprised for a moment and then his face relaxed into stillness, like curtains closing to hide an ongoing theatre play, shielding the actors from the eyes of the audience.

“No one was murdered.” He assured her. “I wouldna have come – ‘tis naught but scrapes – but Laoghaire insisted that I should come and I didn’t want to worry the lass more than she already was.”

“Is Laoghaire your girlfriend?” Claire asked nonchalantly, preparing some iodine to clean the wounds.

“No.” He shook his head, his eyes for a moment capturing hers, as if it was vital to him that she knew that piece of information to be true. “We are acquainted – everyone is, I guess, in a wee place like this. His father has a wicked temper and a steady hand with the belt.”

“Oh.” Claire said, surprised. She slowly began to touch his face, softly, easing the burn of the medicine with light touches on his face. “You tried to protect her from him, then?”

“Aye.” Jamie offered her an embarrassed half smile. “He saw us talking when he stepped out of the pub – she was just asking about my horse that was injured – and he came screaming the worst insults ye can possibly imagine for a lass, thinking that she was offering herself to me. He slapped her right there and then, in front of everyone in the square.”

“Some people really make me question Darwin.” Claire rolled her eyes. “I’m not sure Laoghaire’s father has evolved anything at all from the Neanderthal. And then?” She went to the small fridge in the corner and retrieved a small ice pack, which she skilfully applied to his face.

“He grabbed her arm and tried to drag her home.” Jamie groaned. “I’m not in love with Laoghaire – much to our family’s displeasure – but I couldn’t let her be mistreated for something she didn’t do - and on my account. So I got him into a bear hug – might have punched his nose too – and she fled while he was busy handling me. He dinna like it one bit.”

“That was very chivalrous.” Claire smiled, impressed. “Luckily your zygomatic bone doesn’t seem to be broken. If you apply plenty of ice and disinfect the wounds, everything will heal nicely.”

“I thank ye, Doctor…I’m sorry, I didn’t get yer name.” Their glances met and she noticed his disarming blue eyes.

“I’m just a medical student.” She shrugged and offered her hand for him to shake. “Claire Beauchamp, at your service.”

“Claire.” He repeated, smiling, holding her hand longer than it was strictly necessary. Something in the way he said her name – his Highland lilt making it seem like he was savouring every letter that compounded the word – made her toes curl and small shivers shot through her spine, like evanescent bubbles on sweet champagne. “Are ye staying for the whole summer, then?”

“Yes.” Claire blew a stubborn curl that had managed to escape her bun. “Maybe I’ll see ye around, Jamie. Take care of yourself.”

“Perhaps we could go to the cinema.” Jamie said slowly, holding the ice pack against his cheek. “Ye probably have seen whatever is on – it takes about six months for a movie to debut here. But I’ll buy the popcorn – ye know, to thank ye for this.” He pointed in the general direction of his face.

“There’s no need to, really.” She hurriedly said, muddled. “I’m just doing my job.” Jamie walked closer to her and grabbed her arm, kissing the back of her hand. It was an old-fashioned gesture – but strangely erotic, with the feel of his small stubble and his hot breath against her sensitive skin.

“I’d like to see ye again, Claire.” Jamie said softly.

“I…that seems…if you’re sure…” She babbled. Noticing his tender smile, slightly mischievous - noticing her increasing embarrassment - she snuffled. “Yes. I think we can do that. I happen to quite like popcorn.”

“Tomorrow, then?” He grabbed his coat and waited for her answer, hope shining in his bright blue eyes.

“Tomorrow sounds lovely.” And she offered him a radiant smile.

Masterpiece | Jimin, You

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Song: 나 요즘 | Saero (feat. 앤트)

You’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece

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This is a Masterlist of all of the Newsies fan fics I have written between February 2014 and February 2015.

For fics written prior to February 2014 look here:
http://david-jacobs-would.tumblr.com/post/75571380543/list-of-newsies-fan-fictions-by

Fics written about the musical are labeled “Musical ‘verse”. The others are all for the movie.

I’m always accepting prompts (even if I don’t always get to them quickly), and I’m always willing to discuss headcanons and prompts pertaining to Newsies. I think it goes without saying that if you like any of these stories (or even dislike a couple) and give me feedback, I’ll be super happy about it.


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Mordecai's Love Life Abridged - The Thrilling Saga
  • Mordecai: *sees Margaret*
  • Mordecai: HOLY S HTI I C ANNOT BREA THE SHE SMOKIN HOT
  • Rigby: Go ask her out! She seems nice...
  • Mordecai: lol wut
  • Rigby: Go ask lady pecs out
  • Mordecai: You kiddin me, I ain't doin that shit
  • Rigby: UGHHHGHGHGHGGHGHGH
  • *five episodes later*
  • Mordecai: Alright, imma do it. I'm gonna do it
  • Margaret: Hey dude wassup?
  • Mordecai: Do you wanna... fuck.
  • Margaret: WHAT?!
  • Mordecai: Nevermind NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE *runs back to Rigby*
  • Rigby: Dude!
  • Mordecai: I tried man, I really did try
  • *he eventually makes up with Margaret and hangs around with her for four seasons not getting anywhere*
  • Mordecai: I'm gonna kiss that hot piece of shit
  • Rigby: Oh lord...
  • Mordecai: it'll be easy!
  • Rigby: DO IT OR YOU'LL HAVE TO WEAR A DIAPER
  • Mordecai: wtf
  • Rigby: DO IT FOR THE VINE
  • Mordecai: Ughhhhhhhhhhh
  • Margaret: What's this shit I'm hearing about a bet?
  • Mordecai: No.
  • Margaret: FUCK YOU MORDECAI. FUCK YOU. *runs off*
  • Mordecai: Noooooooooooooooo!!!!
  • Margaret: Oh you want me to save your sorry little ass from freezing to death? Tell me how you REALLY feel about me.
  • Mordecai: OKAY FINE I LIKE YOU, OKAY?
  • Margaret: *nearly kisses him*
  • Margaret: Fuck you you piece of shit
  • *a few episodes later*
  • Eileen: HORY SHIT GUYS A FUCKIN METEOR SHOWER IS GONNA HIT THIS TOWN WITH A BANG *inside her head* hello Rigby you rabie-filled hottie.
  • Mordecai: Cool! I'll be there.
  • Rigby: ACTUALLY DO IT THIS TIME YOU WUSS.
  • *meteor shower hits*
  • Mordecai: Uhhhhhhhhhhh
  • Rigby: DO IT.
  • Mordecai: Stahp im emotionally unstable
  • Old potato guy: Bruh
  • Mordecai: Ughhhhh. Yo Margaret you wanna kiss?
  • *makes out*
  • Margaret: That was a great meteor shower (what the fuck just happened)
  • *dates for awhile*
  • Mordecai: Yo Margaret
  • Margaret: Goin' to college! Fuck you.
  • *loud emotional crying from Mordecai*
  • CJ: Hey Mordecai, I'm a cool ass cloud that puts up with zero shit, have all the same interests as you, and I kill people. You wanna date?
  • Mordecai: gee, I don't know, you're pretty cool, but-
  • Rigby: DO NOT.
  • Mordecai: Fine.
  • CJ: sick
  • *hangs out for awhile*
  • Eileen: GO ON A FUCKIN DATE ALREADY
  • Mordecai and CJ: wut
  • Eileen: DO IT.
  • Mordecai: Fine, u down fo dis CJ?
  • CJ: sure
  • *date than ends with drama and Mordecai and CJ becoming canon*
  • Mordecai: I luv this cloud
  • Rigby: STAHP
  • Mordecai: What?!
  • Rigby: SPEND MORE TIME WIT ME
  • Mordecai: ... bruh
  • Rigby: UGHHHHHHHHHHHHH
  • *a few months later*
  • Margaret: Surprise bitch
  • Mordecai: THE FUCK
  • Margaret: I bet you thought you'd seen the last of me
  • Mordecai: No. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
  • CJ: Hey Morde-
  • Mordecai: Shut the fuck up
  • CJ: What?
  • Margaret: Hey CJ!
  • CJ: Hi, I'm Mordo's bitch now
  • Margaret: WAT
  • Mordecai: I, ummmm
  • Margaret: No, it's cool! You need to be happy!
  • Mordecai: thx
  • *hug*
  • Mordecai: I AIN'T LETTIN GO OF YOU
  • Margaret: ME EITHER
  • *makes out*
  • CJ: WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK
  • Mordecai: well shit
  • Margaret: oh...
  • *runs out crying*
  • Mordecai: NO PLZ FORGIVE ME
  • Eileen: Dis bitch is now my roommate. fuck you.
  • Margaret: you done fucked up Mordecai
  • Mordecai: ...
  • Mordecai: i fucked up. fuck
  • *the next day*
  • Mordecai: what up cj
  • CJ: why the did you invite me to this shithole of a coffee shop
  • Mordecai: idk what happened
  • CJ: Bitch plz
  • Mordecai: Here's a bunch of butt-shaped gifts
  • CJ: OH MY GOD I FORGIVE YOU I FUCKIN LOVE BUTTS
  • Margaret: IM GOIN TO CALL MORDY AT THE WRONG FUCKING TIME. YO MORDY
  • CJ: who the fuck is this bitch
  • Mordecai: The bitch I kissed
  • CJ: FUCK YOU ASSHOLE.
  • *more sad music*
  • Mordecai: fuck you margaret... fuck you...
  • Sad Sax Guy: IF YOU HAVIN GURL PROBLEMS I FELL BAD FO YOU SON I GOT 99 PROBLEMS BUT A BITCH AINT ONE
  • Mordecai: shut up and help me cj fuckin hates my guts
  • Sad Sax Guy: Get the bitch you kissed here
  • Mordecai: Fine
  • *at the park*
  • Mordecai: Wut up bitch
  • Margaret: I don't want to get involved even though I should have stopped you from kissing me but I went along with it anyway, so fuck you.
  • Mordecai: You're a good friend
  • *hugs*
  • CJ: ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME
  • Mordecai: goddammit...
  • Sad Sax Guy: Lol just put up a bunch of cheap-ass performances fo her
  • Mordecai: thanks lmao
  • CJ: is this a fuckin joke
  • Mordecai: Yo up Cee- *gets hit by bus*
  • CJ: JESUS CHRIST ARE YOU OKAY
  • Mordecai: Yeah, thing is.... are you?
  • CJ: Feelin' great *slaps him on head with board* bye asshole
  • Rigby: Are you insane?!
  • Mordecai: lol wut
  • Rigby: STAHP LISTENING TO A WEIRD SHIRTLESS GUY WHO PLAYS THE SAXOPHONE FOR SOME WEIRD REASON
  • Mordecai: Ugh.
  • Sad Sax Guy: Go to your older bitch's house
  • Mordecai: You mean my mom's?
  • Sad Sax Guy: ...
  • *goes to mom's house*
  • Mordecai's Mom: You done fucked up Mordecai
  • Mordecai: I KNOW. HELP ME.
  • Mordecai's Mom: Sway her in.
  • Mordecai: Fine.
  • *goes outside*
  • Mordecai: Rigby, tell dis bitch to look outside
  • Rigby: Look outside
  • CJ: Awwwwwww...
  • *at hospital*
  • CJ: Why the fuck did you kiss that bitch
  • Mordecai: I HAD FEELZ FOR MARGARET AND SEEING HER BROUGHT DOS FEELZ BACK I'M SORRY PLEASE TAKE ME BACK IT WAS MY FAULT.
  • CJ: Fine.
  • *makes out*
  • Sad Sax Guy: Happy holidays, asshole.
  • *a month later*
  • Eileen: YOU GUYZ WANNA SEE SOME FUCKIN SEA TURTS
  • CJ, Mordecai, and Rigby: sure
  • Eileen: YO MARGARET YOU WANNA SEE
  • CJ: no
  • Eileen: wat
  • CJ: NO.
  • Eileen: Oh. Right.
  • *in the car*
  • CJ: you had to kiss dat bitch didnt u mordecai
  • Mordecai: I HAD FEELZ FOR HER I'M SORRY FO DA LAST TIME.
  • *drama with spa shit happens*
  • CJ: Goddammit.
  • *calls Margaret*
  • Margaret: YOOOOOOO CHECK OUT THESE ASSHOLES USIN' TURTLES FO THEIR SPA SHIT, HOW DA FUCK DO YOU FEEL ABOUT ANIMAL CRUELTY?
  • *a bunch of shit goes down*
  • Eileen: THX MARGARET FO SAVING OUR ASS
  • CJ: I called her u know...
  • Eileen: CJ AWWWWWWWWWW
  • *group hug with margaret*
  • CJ: bitch what the fuck do u think you're doing
  • Margaret: #awkward
  • Eileen: SHUT UP AND HUG ME
  • CJ: i came to have a good time and im honestly feeling so attacked right now
  • *a month later*
  • Mordecai: HOLY SHIT A PARTY IS GOIN DOWN AT DAT OTHER BITCH'S HOUSE. YO C-
  • CJ: lol no i'd rather pick up garbage than do that
  • Rigby: Oh right, because-
  • Mordecai: Shut the fuck up Rigby. Look, I'll get u some of dat cake cause u a bae.
  • CJ: THANK YOU MORDECAI *hugs*
  • Mordecai: *sees Margaret*
  • Mordecai: NOPE *runs into bathroom*
  • Rigby: dude... what the fuck...
  • Mordecai: I AIN'T FUCKIN ANYTHING UP IN HERE
  • Rigby: bruh...
  • Mordecai: Fine...
  • Margaret's Dad: YO DIAPER BOY I GOT A SEAT IN THE HELI FO YA YOU WANNA RIDE WIT DA FAM?
  • Mordecai: shit
  • *goes onto helicopter*
  • Margaret: How's the park? :)
  • Mordecai: FUCK HER RIGHT IN DA PUSSY
  • Margaret: stahp acting weird oh my god...
  • Mordecai: I HAVE TO U DON'T UNDERSTAND
  • CJ: lol so some bitch got burned by a river and... what the fuck is my bitch doing with that bitch...
  • Mordecai: oh no. don't.
  • CJ: GOD FUCKING DAMMIT MORDECAI I AM DONE TRUSTING YOU YOU PIECE OF GODDAMN BIRD SHIT YOU CAN GO SUCK ON MARGARET'S EGGS FOR ALL I CARE *rages*
  • Mordecai: NO STAHP I'VE BEEN TELLIN YOU A HUNDRED FUCKIN TIMES I AM NOT WIT THIS BITCH ANYMORE
  • CJ: LIAR
  • *almost kills Margaret's parents*
  • Margaret: MOMMMMMMMMMMMM DADDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
  • Margaret's parents: well fuck u wanna do a mannonball into the pool
  • *lands*
  • CJ: RAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWR *knocks Margaret off helicopter*
  • Margaret: I HAVE A BAE LITERALLY CALM THE FUCK DOWN CJ
  • Mordecai: lol wut
  • Margaret's dad: lol wut
  • CJ: lol wut
  • Margaret's Boyfriend: lol hi guyz wut up
  • Margaret: SO SHUT THE FUCK UP THEN
  • Mordecai: thank god *lands helicopter*
  • CJ: *cries*
  • Mordecai: yo bitch i got u cake
  • CJ: you might as well take that cake and shove it up my ass mordecai
  • Mordecai: lol ok
  • CJ: IT's A FIGURE OF SPEECH YOU MORON
  • Mordecai: oh
  • CJ: I FUCKED UP. I ALMOST KILLED DIS BITCH'S PARENTS-
  • Margaret: will u please stop referring to me as "bitch"
  • CJ: ANNNNNNYWAAAAYYYS I ALMOST KILLED THEM ALL OVER NOTHING
  • Mordecai: yeah u did that....
  • CJ: I HAVE TO LEAVE I'M HAVING FEELZ
  • *CJ runs off as "You Give Love a Bad Name" by Bon Jovi plays in the background*
  • *a few months later*
  • Margaret: zzzzzzzzz HOLY FUCK oh my god *shoves head on couch* EILEEN GET YOUR MOLE ASS IN HERE
  • Eileen: oh god not this shit again
  • Margaret: I don't actually have a bae! I made the whole thing up so CJ wouldn't kick my ass! WHAT DO I DO
  • Eileen: Tell the truth?
  • Margaret: bitch pls
  • *knocking on door*
  • Eileen: you know that bitch that almost killed your parents? well, she's here
  • Margaret: OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE *opens the door*
  • CJ: Hey, Margaret! :3
  • Margaret: Hey, uh, CJ...
  • CJ: Look I'm sorry for pretty much the whole time that I've known you with killing your parents, destruction and all that other shit, but can we get to know each other a little bit? You can bring your bae if you want!
  • Margaret: KEWL
  • CJ: Awesome! *leaves*
  • Margaret: OH MY FUCKING GOD WHAT HAVE I DONE
  • Eileen: Get Del here
  • Margaret: YO DEL CAN YOU PRETEND TO BE MY SUGAR DADDY FOR THE DAY
  • Del: lol sure
  • Margaret: RIGBY COME UP WITH A SCRIPT
  • Rigby: k
  • Del: *literally fucks everything up*
  • CJ: he cool
  • Margaret: ikr
  • Del: how you guys doing (ohhhhh dis is da best ass ive felt all my life)
  • Margaret: good I guess (get your fucking meat sticks off my ass)
  • Margaret: YOU'RE FUCKING EVERYTHING UP
  • Del: i know
  • Margaret: RIGBY DEL IS-
  • Rigby: fuck u bitch *hangs up*
  • Mordecai: i like del. hes pretty cool
  • Margaret: lol yeah
  • Mordecai: :>
  • Margaret: (oh my god mordecai's adorable as shit) DEL IS NOT ACTUALLY-
  • Bar: LOL HERE COMES A FUCKIN KISS CAM TO LITERALLY FUCK EVERYTHING UP. AND NOW LET'S "COINCIDENTALLY" POINT IT TOWARDS MARGARET AND DEL TROLOLOLOLOLOLOL
  • Margaret: oh god i have to kiss this ass pincher
  • Del: come on gimme a kiss
  • Margaret: NO GO FUCK YOURSELF
  • Audience: shit
  • CJ: im sorry what the fuck did you just say
  • Margaret: HE'S NOT ACTUALLY MY BAE I MADE THE WHOLE THING UP SO YOU WOULDN'T KILL ME
  • CJ: lol that's fine except you fuckin lied to me u bitch.
  • Margaret: i know...
  • CJ: YOU HAVE FEELZ FOR MORDECAI DON'T YOU? YOU DON'T HAVE TO TELL ME BUT I'M PUTTING YOU ON THE SPOT SO YOU KINDA HAVE TO
  • Margaret: OKAY FINE I DO JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY
  • Mordecai: oh fuck no
  • CJ: fuck u bitch
  • *storms out*
  • Margaret: Morde-
  • Mordecai: NO WAIT DON'T LEAVE ME HERE IN THIS AWKWARD SITUATION
  • Margaret: fuck
“First Meetings” Series: Taehyung/ V

Author’s Note: So …this kind of ended up being a little short story and not just about their first meeting x) Tae fluff always makes me feel some type of way. But anyways, I hope you enjoy regardless. I shall give this short story a title!

Originally posted by jeonsshi

Sunflower Boy

         When you were young, you would often pedal around the park to practice getting good at riding your bike. And without fail, every time you were on your route, you drove past a young boy frolicking around in the flower field by himself. You would always wonder as you cycled straight ahead what he was doing there and how he didn’t get bored there every day.

           One day on one of your bike runs, a bigger kid zoomed past you without care and your bike toppled over with the impact. The perpetrators continued to race down the road unaware of their fault. You had scraped your knee and it stung but you weren’t anywhere near your family. Your throat closed up as you tried to suppress your tears, but your knee began throbbing. You began sobbing uncontrollably. How were you supposed to get home? How would your parents know where to find you? Was this pain going to stop?

           Suddenly, a flower appeared in front of you. You stopped weeping in confusion. In front of you was a beautiful sunflower. Your eyes moved down to the stem and down the arm of the person holding the flower. You gasped as you came face to face with the flower field boy, grinning at you widely. His smile was so warm and bright that it seemed that the sun behind him paled in comparison.

           "Hold this.“ he stated and you followed him hesitantly.

           Hurriedly, he ripped a part of his baggy shirt and wrapped the fabric around your knee. You opened your mouth to say something, but didn’t know what.

           "It’s just a scrape. No big deal. But you do need to cover it.” he instructed. “At least that’s what mommy told me.”

           Still speechless, you handed him back his sunflower and he shook his head, still wearing that grin.

           "It’s yours!“

           You blushed as you clutched the beautiful flower near your chest. Suddenly, the boy dropped to the ground and began blowing at a patch of dandelions near them. You watched in awe as the wind carried the white fluff around the boy in front of you. It was as if he controlled nature.

           "Can you walk?” He asked.

           You tried to stand up but the pain stung and made you wince then plop back on the ground.

           "Can you talk?“ he chuckled as he dusted his hands on his already soil-ridden pants.

           "Yes.” You finally spoke.

           "Oh good.“ he laughed. "I’m Taehyung. Most people call me Tae cause…it’s shorter. Or Tae-tae if you want. I respond to anything.”

           "I’m ______“ You sniffled.

           "Do you know where your family is?” He asked.

           You nodded.

           "I’ll piggy back you to them.“ He grinned as he squatted.

           You hesitated but he glanced around, encouraging you that he was strong. You climbed onto his back gratefully and with ease, he lifted you up. He was a bit taller than you so it felt weird being so high up from the ground. Without another word, he hummed a tune as he walked down the side of the trail with you on his back.

           "There!” You excitedly pointed when you spotted your family lying around on their picnic blanket.

           "_____!“ Your mom called out surprised and Taehyung jogged towards them.

           "What happened?” Your aunt asked.

           "Some older kids knocked her and her bike over so she scraped her knee.“ Tae explained. "I’ll go grab her bike. Be right back!”

           "No, it’s al–“ Your mom spoke but Taehyung had sprinted away at the speed of light.

           All three of you were stunned by his presence and disappearance. Later on, you would find that that’s just how Taehyung was. Light and free as the wind but as comforting and warm as the sun. The day you met him was a perfect match to his temperament.

           From that day on, you and Taehyung became close friends. You found out he was home-schooled because his family moved around a lot so it would get confusing going in and out of schools. He liked nature because he learned something new every time he went outside. He especially enjoyed the flower field because it had various types of flowers and bugs. You would join him on his escapades and ended up teaching him how to ride a bike (since he only rolled your bike back on the day you met).

           You were basically inseparable and all of your friends knew him. He would follow you to school on some days, other days he would wait outside the gates so he could take you on an adventure, and on some rare occasions, he actually snuck into school and made faces outside of your classroom to distract you. Even if he did get caught, none of the teachers had the heart to turn him away from the school premises. Taehyung was charming and adorable without realizing it. You considered yourself lucky since he didn’t really take the time to make any other close friends. You had him all to yourself.

           He loved to hear stories about your times at school while you couldn’t wait to hear about the new place or new animal he discovered or what activity he wanted to try next. Your days were filled with laughter and excitement because of him. Every day you were filled with anticipation because he was never predictable. And up until the end of middle school, that’s how things were between you.

           Then his family moved away from Daegu to Seoul.

           You could still see him grinning widely telling you that he would come visit and that he would keep in touch. But inside you knew that he wasn’t one to do so. He didn’t even keep his phone for too long because it would always end up falling and cracking on his adventures. When he left, your days seemed to drag on and everything was a little bit less colorful. You had never been one to take risks before you had met him and he dragged you out of your comfort zone. With him gone, it seemed that you crawled back and joined the mundane routine of school life and the working society.

           Taehyung, on the other hand, had lost your number and his phone on multiple occasions. He had many friends in Seoul, which wasn’t a surprising given his bubbly personality. But he still missed your reactions, your wide eyes when he showed you a place with a beautiful sight, or your quick retreat when he revealed a new type of insect. While Seoul had its own beauty, he loved the freedom of Daegu’s countryside. However, he knew that Seoul was uncharted territory and he continued to unravel new sights and new beings in hopes to have more stories to tell you. He quickly took to photography to capture everything he was seeing and soon, he was scouted to be a model through some of his scenic photos, which included him in it. Due to his good looks and unique personality, he quickly grew to fame.

           You were flabbergasted when you found his first commercial playing in your living room and a little jealous that he was living it up in the city while you had been left behind. With that, you vowed to excel in something too. You took to painting and you would spend time outside, trying to capture the essence of the scenery around you. When you were in the midst of nature, you felt more at home because it felt like you were just a bit closer to Tae. You knew you needed to get over him because he clearly wasn’t sulking around. You knew it was unhealthy; this secret wish of yours that he was going to return yet, you couldn’t help but delude yourself.

           It was a sunny day in Daegu. The wind was lightly toying with the leaves and keeping you refreshed as you sat in the middle of the flower field. You had finally decided to paint the one place you cherished most. The one place that was the epitome of Taehyung for you. You would put all your feelings into this painting and leave it in there. Taehyung wasn’t coming back. Taehyung wasn’t the same Taehyung anymore, and you certainly weren’t the person you anymore either. Dipping your paint into the vibrant yellow, you began laying down strokes of gold across the empty canvas. Next, you swept your brush across the top emitting a vivacious sky blue on your piece. You pulled out a sunflower from its place to observe its features more closely. You wanted to depict its beauty down to the finest detail. Taehyung had been your sunflower after all. Although you would never call him that out loud.

           Taehyung closed his eyes and breathed in the scent of the fresh air as he rode his bicycle. With a mask over the bottom of his face and a beanie pulling his hair back, it was a perfect disguise to enjoy the beautiful day. He halted his bike on the side and whipped out his camera. It was great to take a step back and do what he really wanted. As he delved deeper in the industry, he felt like he had less freedom, so he made his escape…for a few days. He clicked away at the entire scene before him, grinning widely. It was as lovely as ever. He paused when he caught sight of someone in the center of one of his pictures.       Squinting, he peered over and discovered somebody was in fact, in the middle of the flower field. But what were they doing? Who were they?

           "Get out of the way! Get out of the way!” Someone yelled as one of those new flying boards zoomed past Taehyung and he got thrown to the side. The kids ran after their friend yelling loudly for him to slow down, not even bothering to help Taehyung up. He groaned as he clapped his hands together to get rid of the soil on his palms. He smiled fondly remembering how he spent most of his childhood days covered in dirt.

           "Hey, you okay?“ A familiar voice spoke and his head spun around to its direction in disbelief.

           At first, all he saw was a sunflower in front of his face but his eyes traveled up to find you wearing the same shocked expression that had continuously spurred his desire to keep showing you new things and surprising you. You blinked twice. Your mind surely had to be playing tricks on you. This wasn’t. This couldn’t be.

           ”________.“ He called your name and you stepped back, flustered, letting go of the sunflower.

           Hurriedly, Taehyung caught it in midair and grinned. "For me?”

           Your mind seemed to just blank out at the realization that Kim Taehyung, the real Kim Taehyung was standing in front of you. You had to be dreaming. It was one of those realistic dreams.

           He looked you up and down, taking in how much more beautiful you had become over the years. Lifting his camera and taking advantage of your apparent surprise at his presence, he took hurried pictures of you. The shutter noise brought you back to reality and you took a deep breath before finally speaking.

           "Tae, what’re you doing here?“

           The sound of your voice calling his name brought the biggest smile to his face. He didn’t know just how much he had missed you in the frenzy of his now busy life. You were the reason he had picked up the camera. You were in every photo, in every journey, in every adventure. Without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest. The only thing that hadn’t seemed to change was your height difference. You smiled as your heart beat quickly, embracing him in return.

           "I missed you.” he spoke into your hair. “I have so many pictures to show you. Every time, I wished you were with me to see it.”

           And for the first time since he left, your eyes filled up with tears and you cried in his arms. It was your first time meeting again in years, and your world finally felt right again.

           It seemed fate had given you two a second chance to start again.

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Reigniting the Oracle - Chapter Three

>>Chapter One<<        >>Chapter Two<

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As usual, I want to thank you guys first for your awesome messages and support. Every one of you mean so much to me and I’m really grateful to have you all. And fanart? That’s incredible! It really gives me a lot encouragement to draw more and write the next chapters.<33

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     Hurtling towards a pirate ship from five hundred feet in the air while screaming lyrics of Leo’s favorite song wasn’t the way Nico planned to die.

    Shadow travel had left Nico disoriented. The effort of keeping his eyelids open was more like lifting a hundred pound weight over his shoulders. If Will didn’t start yelling, who knows what would have happened. Nico snapped to his senses. He immediately regretted it.

    A few minutes ago, when both of his feet were on solid ground, Nico had explained to Lou Ellen and Cecil how he and Will planned to infiltrate the nearest pirate ship and find a cannon so they could open fire on the Hydra. Surprisingly, their questmates agreed pretty wholeheartedly. It didn’t seem any like of them were very enthusiastic about battling an eight-headed, venom-spitting, bib-wearing beast on an empty stomach.

    Cecil had brought up a point about the cannons: why didn’t they just use greek fire again instead? As it turns out, they’d lost the rest of the explosive fire during their crash into the ocean. It seemed like the fates were really on their side during this quest.

    After some persuasion, Cecil and Lou Ellen agreed to lead the Hydra to the edge of the cliff where it would be easiest to target it from the pirate ship. While they kept the Hydra busy, Nico and Will had made a plan to board the nearest ship by shadow-traveling. Nico was still a bit confused by Will’s easy acceptance of another shadow-traveling experience. Maybe he was finally seeing straight through that thick head of his and saw that there was really no other option but to trust Nico on this one.

    Before he and Will ran off, Cecil had tossed Nico the pirate coat with a cheery, “good luck cap'n!” That somehow spread more warmth through Nico’s chilled bones than popping a cube of ambrosia into his mouth.

    The dusty, oversized coat probably the reason why they were in this mess in the first place, but he was oddly attached to the old ratty thingy. Nico settled on slipping the pirate coat on over his dirty Camp Half-Blood tee before he and Will melted into the shadows. The coat always reminded him of the games he used to play with Bianca when they were kids. Reflecting on Bianca usually left Nico feeling a little more bitter than sweet, but the memories where Nico would charge in and save the day when playing Pirates left him with only fond memories. The pirate coat filled Nico with a strange sense of security, and the sea salt smell that clung to it… It reminded him of someone. 

    Nico had run through his options over and over, countless times. Anything but shadow-travel sounded appealing. Nico didn’t enjoy it any more than Will did, especially in his weakened state. Nico was so desperate for another way, that it actually crossed his mind to Iris-messaging Percy Jackson and ask him to summon Blackjack to fly them to one of the ships. Nico shuddered. He wanted to stay out of Zeus and Poseidon’s territory as much as possible. They were on a quest to retrieve the Oracle after all, which was Apollo’s business. Apollo was on bad terms with the other Gods, so going into their territory again wasn’t a great idea.

    At the same time Cecil and Lou Ellen bursted from the bushes to attract the Hydra’s attention, Nico and Will had rushed into the shadows. Admittedly, shadow-traveling again wasn’t one of the brightest ideas.

    Nico had a bad history with shadow traveling hundreds of feet, even miles into the air when he wasn’t sure on a set land mass where he wanted to reappear. This happened while he, Reyna, and Coach Hedge were on their way to deliver the Athena Parthenos. Nico had shadow-traveled them right above an active volcano and almost got everyone killed. Talk about embarrassing. The goal was to impress himself, not Will of course, and actually teleport soundly onto the ship’s deck.

    Too bad his subconscious was too boggled to let that happen.

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Mordecai's Love Life Abridged - The Thrilling Saga [UPDATED]
  • Mordecai: *sees Margaret*
  • Mordecai: HOLY S HTI I C ANNOT BREA THE SHE SMOKIN HOT
  • Rigby: Go ask her out! She seems nice...
  • Mordecai: lol wut
  • Rigby: Go ask lady pecs out
  • Mordecai: You kiddin me, I ain't doin that shit
  • Rigby: UGHHHGHGHGHGGHGHGH
  • *five episodes later*
  • Mordecai: Alright, imma do it. I'm gonna do it
  • Margaret: Hey dude wassup?
  • Mordecai: Do you wanna... fuck.
  • Margaret: WHAT?!
  • Mordecai: Nevermind NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE *runs back to Rigby*
  • Rigby: Dude!
  • Mordecai: I tried man, I really did try
  • *he eventually makes up with Margaret and hangs around with her for four seasons not getting anywhere*
  • Mordecai: I'm gonna kiss that hot piece of shit
  • Rigby: Oh lord...
  • Mordecai: it'll be easy!
  • Rigby: DO IT OR YOU'LL HAVE TO WEAR A DIAPER
  • Mordecai: wtf
  • Rigby: DO IT FOR THE VINE
  • Mordecai: Ughhhhhhhhhhh
  • Margaret: What's this shit I'm hearing about a bet?
  • Mordecai: No.
  • Margaret: FUCK YOU MORDECAI. FUCK YOU. *runs off*
  • Mordecai: Noooooooooooooooo!!!!
  • Margaret: Oh you want me to save your sorry little ass from freezing to death? Tell me how you REALLY feel about me.
  • Mordecai: OKAY FINE I LIKE YOU, OKAY?
  • Margaret: *nearly kisses him*
  • Margaret: Fuck you you piece of shit
  • *a few episodes later*
  • Eileen: HORY SHIT GUYS A FUCKIN METEOR SHOWER IS GONNA HIT THIS TOWN WITH A BANG *inside her head* hello Rigby you rabie-filled hottie.
  • Mordecai: Cool! I'll be there.
  • Rigby: ACTUALLY DO IT THIS TIME YOU WUSS.
  • *meteor shower hits*
  • Mordecai: Uhhhhhhhhhhh
  • Rigby: DO IT.
  • Mordecai: Stahp im emotionally unstable
  • Old potato guy: Bruh
  • Mordecai: Ughhhhh. Yo Margaret you wanna kiss?
  • *makes out*
  • Margaret: That was a great meteor shower (what the fuck just happened)
  • *dates for awhile*
  • Mordecai: Yo Margaret
  • Margaret: Goin' to college! Fuck you.
  • *loud emotional crying from Mordecai*
  • CJ: Hey Mordecai, I'm a cool ass cloud that puts up with zero shit, have all the same interests as you, and I kill people. You wanna date?
  • Mordecai: gee, I don't know, you're pretty cool, but-
  • Rigby: DO NOT.
  • Mordecai: Fine.
  • CJ: sick
  • *hangs out for awhile*
  • Eileen: GO ON A FUCKIN DATE ALREADY
  • Mordecai and CJ: wut
  • Eileen: DO IT.
  • Mordecai: Fine, u down fo dis CJ?
  • CJ: sure
  • *date than ends with drama and Mordecai and CJ becoming canon*
  • Mordecai: I luv this cloud
  • Rigby: STAHP
  • Mordecai: What?!
  • Rigby: SPEND MORE TIME WIT ME
  • Mordecai: ... bruh
  • Rigby: UGHHHHHHHHHHHHH
  • *a few months later*
  • Margaret: Surprise bitch
  • Mordecai: THE FUCK
  • Margaret: I bet you thought you'd seen the last of me
  • Mordecai: No. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
  • CJ: Hey Morde-
  • Mordecai: Shut the fuck up
  • CJ: What?
  • Margaret: Hey CJ!
  • CJ: Hi, I'm Mordo's bitch now
  • Margaret: WAT
  • Mordecai: I, ummmm
  • Margaret: No, it's cool! You need to be happy!
  • Mordecai: thx
  • *hug*
  • Mordecai: I AIN'T LETTIN GO OF YOU
  • Margaret: ME EITHER
  • *makes out*
  • CJ: WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK
  • Mordecai: well shit
  • Margaret: oh...
  • *runs out crying*
  • Mordecai: NO PLZ FORGIVE ME
  • Eileen: Dis bitch is now my roommate. fuck you.
  • Margaret: you done fucked up Mordecai
  • Mordecai: ...
  • Mordecai: i fucked up. fuck
  • *the next day*
  • Mordecai: what up cj
  • CJ: why the did you invite me to this shithole of a coffee shop
  • Mordecai: idk what happened
  • CJ: Bitch plz
  • Mordecai: Here's a bunch of butt-shaped gifts
  • CJ: OH MY GOD I FORGIVE YOU I FUCKIN LOVE BUTTS
  • Margaret: IM GOIN TO CALL MORDY AT THE WRONG FUCKING TIME. YO MORDY
  • CJ: who the fuck is this bitch
  • Mordecai: The bitch I kissed
  • CJ: FUCK YOU ASSHOLE.
  • *more sad music*
  • Mordecai: fuck you margaret... fuck you...
  • Sad Sax Guy: IF YOU HAVIN GURL PROBLEMS I FELL BAD FO YOU SON I GOT 99 PROBLEMS BUT A BITCH AINT ONE
  • Mordecai: shut up and help me cj fuckin hates my guts
  • Sad Sax Guy: Get the bitch you kissed here
  • Mordecai: Fine
  • *at the park*
  • Mordecai: Wut up bitch
  • Margaret: I don't want to get involved even though I should have stopped you from kissing me but I went along with it anyway, so fuck you.
  • Mordecai: You're a good friend
  • *hugs*
  • CJ: ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME
  • Mordecai: goddammit...
  • Sad Sax Guy: Lol just put up a bunch of cheap-ass performances fo her
  • Mordecai: thanks lmao
  • CJ: is this a fuckin joke
  • Mordecai: Yo up Cee- *gets hit by bus*
  • CJ: JESUS CHRIST ARE YOU OKAY
  • Mordecai: Yeah, thing is.... are you?
  • CJ: Feelin' great *slaps him on head with board* bye asshole
  • Rigby: Are you insane?!
  • Mordecai: lol wut
  • Rigby: STAHP LISTENING TO A WEIRD SHIRTLESS GUY WHO PLAYS THE SAXOPHONE FOR SOME WEIRD REASON
  • Mordecai: Ugh.
  • Sad Sax Guy: Go to your older bitch's house
  • Mordecai: You mean my mom's?
  • Sad Sax Guy: ...
  • *goes to mom's house*
  • Mordecai's Mom: You done fucked up Mordecai
  • Mordecai: I KNOW. HELP ME.
  • Mordecai's Mom: Sway her in.
  • Mordecai: Fine.
  • *goes outside*
  • Mordecai: Rigby, tell dis bitch to look outside
  • Rigby: Look outside
  • CJ: Awwwwwww...
  • *at hospital*
  • CJ: Why the fuck did you kiss that bitch
  • Mordecai: I HAD FEELZ FOR MARGARET AND SEEING HER BROUGHT DOS FEELZ BACK I'M SORRY PLEASE TAKE ME BACK IT WAS MY FAULT.
  • CJ: Fine.
  • *makes out*
  • Sad Sax Guy: Happy holidays, asshole.
  • *a month later*
  • Eileen: YOU GUYZ WANNA SEE SOME FUCKIN SEA TURTS
  • CJ, Mordecai, and Rigby: sure
  • Eileen: YO MARGARET YOU WANNA SEE
  • CJ: no
  • Eileen: wat
  • CJ: NO.
  • Eileen: Oh. Right.
  • *in the car*
  • CJ: you had to kiss dat bitch didnt u mordecai
  • Mordecai: I HAD FEELZ FOR HER I'M SORRY FO DA LAST TIME.
  • *drama with spa shit happens*
  • CJ: Goddammit.
  • *calls Margaret*
  • Margaret: YOOOOOOO CHECK OUT THESE ASSHOLES USIN' TURTLES FO THEIR SPA SHIT, HOW DA FUCK DO YOU FEEL ABOUT ANIMAL CRUELTY?
  • *a bunch of shit goes down*
  • Eileen: THX MARGARET FO SAVING OUR ASS
  • CJ: I called her u know...
  • Eileen: CJ AWWWWWWWWWW
  • *group hug with margaret*
  • CJ: bitch what the fuck do u think you're doing
  • Margaret: #awkward
  • Eileen: SHUT UP AND HUG ME
  • CJ: i came to have a good time and im honestly feeling so attacked right now
  • *a month later*
  • Mordecai: HOLY SHIT A PARTY IS GOIN DOWN AT DAT OTHER BITCH'S HOUSE. YO C-
  • CJ: lol no i'd rather pick up garbage than do that
  • Rigby: Oh right, because-
  • Mordecai: Shut the fuck up Rigby. Look, I'll get u some of dat cake cause u a bae.
  • CJ: THANK YOU MORDECAI *hugs*
  • Mordecai: *sees Margaret*
  • Mordecai: NOPE *runs into bathroom*
  • Rigby: dude... what the fuck...
  • Mordecai: I AIN'T FUCKIN ANYTHING UP IN HERE
  • Rigby: bruh...
  • Mordecai: Fine...
  • Margaret's Dad: YO DIAPER BOY I GOT A SEAT IN THE HELI FO YA YOU WANNA RIDE WIT DA FAM?
  • Mordecai: shit
  • *goes onto helicopter*
  • Margaret: How's the park? :)
  • Mordecai: FUCK HER RIGHT IN DA PUSSY
  • Margaret: stahp acting weird oh my god...
  • Mordecai: I HAVE TO U DON'T UNDERSTAND
  • CJ: lol so some bitch got burned by a river and... what the fuck is my bitch doing with that bitch...
  • Mordecai: oh no. don't.
  • CJ: GOD FUCKING DAMMIT MORDECAI I AM DONE TRUSTING YOU YOU PIECE OF GODDAMN BIRD SHIT YOU CAN GO SUCK ON MARGARET'S EGGS FOR ALL I CARE *rages*
  • Mordecai: NO STAHP I'VE BEEN TELLIN YOU A HUNDRED FUCKIN TIMES I AM NOT WIT THIS BITCH ANYMORE
  • CJ: LIAR
  • *almost kills Margaret's parents*
  • Margaret: MOMMMMMMMMMMMM DADDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
  • Margaret's parents: well fuck u wanna do a mannonball into the pool
  • *lands*
  • CJ: RAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWR *knocks Margaret off helicopter*
  • Margaret: I HAVE A BAE LITERALLY CALM THE FUCK DOWN CJ
  • Mordecai: lol wut
  • Margaret's dad: lol wut
  • CJ: lol wut
  • Margaret's Boyfriend: lol hi guyz wut up
  • Margaret: SO SHUT THE FUCK UP THEN
  • Mordecai: thank god *lands helicopter*
  • CJ: *cries*
  • Mordecai: yo bitch i got u cake
  • CJ: you might as well take that cake and shove it up my ass mordecai
  • Mordecai: lol ok
  • CJ: IT's A FIGURE OF SPEECH YOU MORON
  • Mordecai: oh
  • CJ: I FUCKED UP. I ALMOST KILLED DIS BITCH'S PARENTS-
  • Margaret: will u please stop referring to me as "bitch"
  • CJ: ANNNNNNYWAAAAYYYS I ALMOST KILLED THEM ALL OVER NOTHING
  • Mordecai: yeah u did that....
  • CJ: I HAVE TO LEAVE I'M HAVING FEELZ
  • *CJ runs off as "You Give Love a Bad Name" by Bon Jovi plays in the background*
  • *a few months later*
  • Margaret: zzzzzzzzz HOLY FUCK oh my god *shoves head on couch* EILEEN GET YOUR MOLE ASS IN HERE
  • Eileen: oh god not this shit again
  • Margaret: I don't actually have a bae! I made the whole thing up so CJ wouldn't kick my ass! WHAT DO I DO
  • Eileen: Tell the truth?
  • Margaret: bitch pls
  • *knocking on door*
  • Eileen: you know that bitch that almost killed your parents? well, she's here
  • Margaret: OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE *opens the door*
  • CJ: Hey, Margaret! :3
  • Margaret: Hey, uh, CJ...
  • CJ: Look I'm sorry for pretty much the whole time that I've known you with killing your parents, destruction and all that other shit, but can we get to know each other a little bit? You can bring your bae if you want!
  • Margaret: KEWL
  • CJ: Awesome! *leaves*
  • Margaret: OH MY FUCKING GOD WHAT HAVE I DONE
  • Eileen: Get Del here
  • Margaret: YO DEL CAN YOU PRETEND TO BE MY SUGAR DADDY FOR THE DAY
  • Del: lol sure
  • Margaret: RIGBY COME UP WITH A SCRIPT
  • Rigby: k
  • Del: *literally fucks everything up*
  • CJ: he cool
  • Margaret: ikr
  • Del: how you guys doing (ohhhhh dis is da best ass ive felt all my life)
  • Margaret: good I guess (get your fucking meat sticks off my ass)
  • Margaret: YOU'RE FUCKING EVERYTHING UP
  • Del: i know
  • Margaret: RIGBY DEL IS-
  • Rigby: fuck u bitch *hangs up*
  • Mordecai: i like del. hes pretty cool
  • Margaret: lol yeah
  • Mordecai: :>
  • Margaret: (oh my god mordecai's adorable as shit) DEL IS NOT ACTUALLY-
  • Bar: LOL HERE COMES A FUCKIN KISS CAM TO LITERALLY FUCK EVERYTHING UP. AND NOW LET'S "COINCIDENTALLY" POINT IT TOWARDS MARGARET AND DEL TROLOLOLOLOLOLOL
  • Margaret: oh god i have to kiss this ass pincher
  • Del: come on gimme a kiss
  • Margaret: NO GO FUCK YOURSELF
  • Audience: shit
  • CJ: im sorry what the fuck did you just say
  • Margaret: HE'S NOT ACTUALLY MY BAE I MADE THE WHOLE THING UP SO YOU WOULDN'T KILL ME
  • CJ: lol that's fine except you fuckin lied to me u bitch.
  • Margaret: i know...
  • CJ: YOU HAVE FEELZ FOR MORDECAI DON'T YOU? YOU DON'T HAVE TO TELL ME BUT I'M PUTTING YOU ON THE SPOT SO YOU KINDA HAVE TO
  • Margaret: OKAY FINE I DO JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY
  • Mordecai: oh fuck no
  • CJ: fuck u bitch
  • *storms out*
  • Margaret: Morde-
  • Mordecai: NO WAIT DON'T LEAVE ME HERE IN THIS AWKWARD SITUATION
  • Margaret: fuck
  • *literally a day later*
  • Mordecai: aw shit muscle milk's wedding is today
  • Rigby: Don't you mean "Muscle Man"?
  • *phone rings*
  • Mordecai: not this bitch again *picks up phone* HEY CJ WHAT UP?!?!?!
  • CJ: Nothin much, you?
  • Mordecai: Meh
  • CJ:
  • Mordecai:
  • CJ: Byea
  • *hangs up*
  • Rigby: Ummmm
  • Mordecai: IT'S AWKWARD WHAT ELSE DID YOU EXPECT?!
  • Rigby: oh my fuckin godddddd mordecai just go shove ur fluffy dick up cj's ass and it will make everything a lot better for the rest of us
  • *wedding comes*
  • Margaret: Hi, Mordecai, can you usher me to my seat? :3
  • Mordecai: Nice shoes *shoves her in the doorway*
  • Rigby: *facepalms*
  • Mordecai: CJ HIIIIIIIIIII YOU LOOKIN FABULOUS
  • CJ: thanks u know i'm the hottest cloud around and if you disagree with me ur toast
  • Mordecai: Right haha
  • Muscle Man: AW SHIT WHERE'S MY LETTER
  • Mordecai and Rigby: ughhhhhhhhhhh
  • *finds letter*
  • Rigby: Oh yeah me and that mole bitch have been dating for months now
  • Mordecai: WA T TH E F UC K
  • Rigby: Too bad ur not livin the good life. If you want to, go wit your GUT
  • Mordecai: thank u u fatass raccoon
  • Muscle Man and Starla: *gets married*
  • Mordecai: BEFORE WE GET MARRIED LEMME SAY A FEW WORDS OF HONOR
  • Rigby: hoe don't do it
  • Mordecai: EVERYONE HAS A SOULMATE BUT WHY NOT ME? I FUCK UP EVERYONE'S LIVES FOR THE WORSE AND NOW I REALIZE THAT I WILL NEVER HAVE A SOULMATE IN MY ENTIRE LIFE. CJ UR TRASH. UR FUCKIN TRASH.
  • Rigby: oh my god
  • CJ: heres your bracelet you little fuck
  • Mordecai: RIGBY YOU TOLD ME TO GO WITH MY GUT
  • Rigby: YOU WENT COMPLETELY INSANE MORDECAI
  • Mordecai: my gut sucks what did you expect
  • Rigby: *looks into the camera like he's in The Office*
Bring Us Home - 1

When Jinki went to the grocery store the biggest problem he expected to encounter was their 5 month old baby girl screaming in the milk aisle,

When Jonghyun answered his husband’s call at work he expected to be told to bring home take out from somewhere when he got off,

But Jinki now had a gun barrel pressed into his back and Jonghyun would be the deciding factor if they ever came home again.

wc:2845, pairing Jongyu 

Plan to update every monday!! can be read on aff [x]

He squinted as the light of the hallway flooded his eyes and grumbled as he moved toward where the giggles were originating from. His little girl was spotted in her little bouncy chair up on the counter before he could round the corner. A little panic bubbled up in his stomach when he didn’t see his husband anywhere at first, but as he stepped closer he saw the well placed hand on the baby’s tummy and then the man standing there making sure she was getting her jar of banana food mostly in her mouth and not on her bib.

Jinki was smiling wide down at his daughter, voice soft and playful as he made airplane noises. Jonghyun couldn’t see her face, just the top of her head full of hair, but her little hands were flapping around trying to grab the spoon her Daddy was bringing to her lips too slowly for her liking. Her fingers were covered in the baby food and Jonghyun chuckled softly. The sound of his laughter caused Jinki to look away from the baby and his eyes to almost melt at the sight of his husband. “Hey you. Sleep well?”

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Phanweek Day 1: Wait for Us

Title~ Wait for Us

Summary~ After five whole years of waiting Zachary Howell-Lester is ready to go to Playlist Live. Unfortunately airports are trickier than they seem. Zach may be ready but Dan and Phil maybe not so much.

Words~ 4.3K

Genre~ Fluff

Rating~ G

Beta’s Note~ Hey @phanweek a bit of a late entry for Day 1 SFW. I’m actually the beta posting for Jay (the author) who’s not close to a computer right now and we kind of forgot day 1 was right now, oops!

Author’s Note~ Hi everyone! Big thank you to @natskindacrisis for posting this for me! I’m a dork who forgets deadlines @_@

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“Dad! Dad, wake up!!”

Phil groaned with exaggerated annoyance and cracked an eye open to mock glare at the boy bouncing on his hips. “Hasn’t anyone told you not to wake up a sleeping lion?” he growled playfully.

“But Daaaaaad, we’re going to America! You promised I could go this year,” Zach whined. “Besides, Daddy said I could.”

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