All Hell Breaks Loose Part 1


Dean: Hey, look at me. It’s not even that bad. It’s not even that bad, all right? Sammy? Sam!Hey, listen to me. We’re gonna patch you up, okay? You’ll be good as new. Huh? I’m gonna take care of you. I’m gonna take you care of you. I’ve got you. That’s my job, right? Watch out for my pain-in-the-ass little brother?  Sam? Sam! Sam! Sammy!

Brothers + fav emotion scene - 2x21 “All Hell Breaks Loose (part 1)” 


I can build a million castles-
I can wish upon all the lucky stars
Nothing compares to my life with you.

[Sam’s version] [Sam and Dean’s version]



Gabriel Tigerman about Jared and Jensen pranks (NashCon 2012). Gabe was only in season 2 so I’m guessing this was before they decided pranking each other was dangerous. And his last episode was All Hell Breaks Loose, part 1 where Sam actually dies at the end and it was really hard on Jensen. I can totally see Jared pulling pranks to distract him. 

And for once it might be grand, To have someone understand,                                  I want so much more than they’ve got planned!

2x21 All Hell Breaks Loose (Part 1) 

Who’s Your Daddy?


/ Part 1 / / Part 2 / / Part 3 / / Part 4 /

Author: Joi A. Wade

Requested: Who’s your Daddy is my religion.,  Who’s your daddy is so good! 😍,  I can’t wait for another part!,  Are you going to make another who your daddy?

Tagged: @yougottalovefandoms  @phan—anime , @ thatblondeemogirl, @waitingfor-captainamerica

Warnings: Swearing, pregnant!reader, daddy!gladers

Summary: The creators sent up a new greenie instead of supplies…they weren’t expecting a girl. And to put the icing on the cake, she’s pregnant with a note rested upon her bulging belly. Once the note is read, and the girl wakes up…all hell will break loose.  Who is she? Why is she there? Who is the father of her baby?

After the meeting was over, the walls have already opened; Thomas and Minho were now currently an hour and a half late for their run. 

“We don’t have much time to waste today, so just shorten the route I gave you this morning, and we’ll figure out what to do about the rest tomorrow. Good that?” Minho instructed, but got silence in return. Turning his head to look behind him, he saw that Thomas was off in his own little world. But, when was he not? 

“Do you think it’s yours?” 

That question threw him off guard a little bit. I mean, sure, they’ve been throwing accusations at each other and ridiculous scenarios since this morning; but not one of them had actually asked. Minho stopped in his tracks, running a hand through his hair while he thought about it. 

“I don’t know, man. To be honest, I hope not. And I hope it’s not yours either.”

“What?” Thomas squints, somehow feeling very offended at his statement. Placing his hands on his hips, he tilts his head to the side. “Why?” 

“Think about it, Thomas. We’re runners. Everyday we risk dying to get out of this hell for everyone else. Why would you want to put a girl you love and your unborn child through that kind of shit? A thought, a slight chance, that you might not come back to them. I don’t want that kind of stuff on my mind when I run, it’ll distract me.” 

“But, wouldn’t that give you more of a reason to come back? I mean, we can both end it all right now, no looking back. I mean, yeah, our friends will miss us, but it’s not as deep as being loved by someone, and the connection you’ve built that’s going to be born-”

“Thomas, where are you going with this?”

Seeing how restless his friend was getting, he shuts up. Shaking his head with a sigh, he decides to dismiss the conversation. “Nowhere. Forget I brought it up.” 

Minho watched as Thomas started up his jog, going in his own direction. His question still lingered in his mind, echoing on the account of it being unanswered. ‘Do you think it’s yours?’ He wasn’t completely honest about him hoping it wasn’t his. Y/n was pretty, and the thought of being the lucky shank to snag her brought a faint smile to his face. But, as quickly as it came, it vanished. 

There’s no way he would be dumb enough to get that close to a girl. At least he hoped not. 

Newt had did his best to show Y/n that everyone in the glade was nothing to be afraid of. Sure, it can be a little overwhelming, but nothing to run and hide over, right? Right. But, this isn’t the case. Y/n is not only a girl, but a pregnant girl. That took unwanted attention to a whole new level. 

For those who didn’t have to work, or were on their breaks, approached the second-in-command. Unwanted hands came at Y/n, poking and rubbing her stomach, bombarding her with questions she couldn’t answer. Newt tried to shoo them off, he even called Alby over, and little Chuck tried helping. But, it finally made the poor girl snap. With whatever ability she had, she managed to escape, running as fast as she could let herself, and toward the ‘safe’ watchtower. 

“Y/n! Wait a minute, I don’t think that’s wise in your condition!” 

Oh, what does he know, she thought. Once she made it to the top, she was able to catch her breath, a gentle hand placed on her stomach to see if everything was fine. Getting a harsh kick back was enough reassurance. The sound of cluttered voices could be heard from below her, all of the boys crowding around the tower, unsure what the next move should be. 

Seeing all the commotion, Gally sprints his way over, standing next to Newt while squinting up. “What’s going on here?”

“[Sigh] These bloody shanks don’t know the meaning of personal space, and ask too many damn questions, it overwhelmed Y/n. So in a panic, she ran all the way over here.” 

“Pregnant girls can run, with those things dragging them down?” 

“Well, as you can see, I guess so.” He gestures up to the towers, watching her peek to make sure they all stayed on the ground. “Love, please, come down! This isn’t safe!” 

“I don’t know about you, but I feel much safer up here than I do down there! I’ll be staying up here from now on, and you all stay away from me with your filthy hands!” 

Groaning, Newt motions for a few of the gardeners to head over to the tower to climb; when one of them were to touch the ladder, a couple rocks struck him on the head. 

“Ow! The hell?” He looks up, only to receive more rocks to rain down onto him and his buddy. “Aye! Stop it!” 

“Y/n, don’t throw rocks! You’re not going to be harmed, I gave you my word!” Newt tried to reason, but the rocks just kept coming, with one hitting him in the head as well. “Ouch!” 

“Hey! Throw one more of those things-!“ Rock to the forehead. “Ow! Alby! Shucking do something!” 

“Calm down! Everyone take a couple large steps away from the tower. Give the lady her space, before you raise her blood pressure any higher than it is now.” 

“How in the hell do you know that?” 

“I’m the leader of you shanks. If anyone knows about ‘raising blood pressure’ it’s me. Now move back.” 

Doing as he says, everyone was a good distance to where the rocks were finally done dropping. They watched as Y/n could finally calm down and sit, possibly leaning against one of the trunks to slow her heart back down. 

“Now what?” Zart asks. 

“Everyone back to work, besides Newt and Gally. This is their problem now.” 

“What?” Gally exclaims, while Newt was already heading toward the ladder. “Alby, I’ve got stuff to do, I don’t have time-!”

“Until her memory returns or that baby is born, you are stuck with her. You want everything to go back to normal, I suggest you start putting in an effort on figuring this klunk out. Good that?” 

With a grunt, Gally stomps behind Newt, getting to the ladder. This was already a pain in the ass, and the baby wasn’t even born yet. Once he’s made it to the top, the scene before him makes his sour mood disappear in a flash. There she laid, passed out from exhaustion and dehydration. 

There’s no telling when her last meal was. 

“Shuck!” He exclaims, quickly crawling the rest of the way, and kneeling by her side. Newt on the opposite side was fanning her as hard as he could, practically blowing on her face. “What the hell happened?!”

“She’s passed out! I-I don’t know what to do, what are you supposed to do when a pregnant girl faints?” He gently lays her head in his lap, fanning her with both hands now. “Go get some water, o-or something she can eat! Hurry!” 

“Why the hell didn’t you say anything when I was still shucking down there?!” He shouts, quickly trying to shimmy down the ladder. 

“I thought she was sleeping!” 

“That is the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard you say!” 

“Shut your bloody mouth, and just get help!” 

Who’s Your Daddy?

Series AU 


/ Part 1 / / Part 2 /

Author: Joi A. Wade

Tagged:  @yougottalovefandoms  @phan—anime , @ thatblondeemogirl

Warnings: Swearing, pregnant!reader, daddy!gladers 

Summary: The creators sent up a new greenie instead of supplies…they weren’t expecting a girl. And to put the icing on the cake, she’s pregnant with a note rested upon her bulging belly. Once the note is read, and the girl wakes up…all hell will break loose.  Who is she? Why is she there? Who is the father of her baby?

Grateful that she at least remembered her name, Y/n was calm enough to put down the scissors, and examine the boys that were left in the room. The tension in the room was still thick, you could cut it with a knife. Each and everyone of them exchanged looks, while Y/n just stared at her stomach in wonder, her hand subconsciously rubbing the area. 

“I bet you’re wondering where you are, love.” The same boy who asked for her name spoke, in response Y/n nodded her head. “And…who we are.” 

“Yes…yes I am. How did I get here? Why am I here?” 

“All of those are really great questions, sweetheart, too bad we don’t have answers for any of them! I for one would really love to know why the shuck you suddenly show up, with a note with our names on it and keeping us from surviving.”  

The venom in his words surprised Y/n. All she did was ask a question, and now this guy she didn’t even know was angry at her. The dark gentlemen next to him placed a hand on his shoulder, his face showing barely any emotion. 

“Gally, be calm about this. Frightening the girl isn’t going to get us anywhere-”

“Like hell it isn’t!” He moved Alby’s hand off his shoulder, marching up to Y/n, a stern look upon his face. “Who do you work for?” 

Before he could even get close enough to her, Thomas and Minho were quick to hold him back, while Newt stood in front of her. 

“Chill out, shuckface!”

“Back off!” 

“What the hell is your problem with me? I’m just as scared and confused as you are, if anyone should be angry it’s me! I have to carry a child, whose father I don’t even remember!”

“How do we even know you’re really pregnant?” He growled, everyone looking in her direction, the same question running through their brains. Y/n sighed, slowly lowering herself from the bench, standing on her slightly swollen feet. Y/n grabbed the hem of her over-sized shirt, lifting it up to where her bare stomach faced the boys to confirm that it was very much real. 

All of their eyes widen at the size of her stomach, not believing that a human could stretch their skin that much. Mesmerized by it, Gally managed to escape both Minho and Thomas’s grip, his eyes trained on the moving area as well. Alby thought that it was time for him to leave, but he too was intrigued. 

Suddenly, they could see a slight hump form on one part of her stomach, staying there for only a moment until it slowly went back down. That seemed to freak the group of boys out a little bit, as they took a large step away from Y/n. 

“What the hell was that?” Thomas gasped, eyes still focused on the spot that moved.

“That was the baby, I think. It’s moving. It does that sometimes…” Y/n saw that Minho was slowly reaching a hand out to touch it. Quickly, she pulled her shirt back down, taking a little step back. “Well. I gave you your answer, now where am I?” 

“Why should we answer you?” Gally sneered, Minho shoving him slightly in the shoulder.

“Stop being so hostile, she’s just a shucking girl. What harm can she possibly do, let alone being pregnant?” 

“Am I seriously the only one freaking out about this?! Our names are on a paper, basically saying we fucked this girl and got her pregnant! I don’t even remember girls, let alone sleeping with one, and you expect me to be calm about me possibly being some kid’s father?”

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, I for one am hoping it’s not you,” Thomas states, getting Gally to glare down at him. 

“You wanna repeat that slinthead? What the shuck is that supposed to mean?” 

“Wait, Thomas is literally saying he’s hoping it’s not yours, and you’re getting mad about that too? I’m starting to think Y/n isn’t the only girl in here, buddy, something you want to tell us?” Minho crossed his arms, a playful grin on his face. 

“Alright enough!” Newt finally snapped, rubbing his head. “It’s too late in the night to be arguing about this. I understand, Gally, that you are freaking out and to be honest I’m not too excited about it either-”

“Oh, thanks.” Y/n glared, him awkwardly grinning in response.

“No offence, love. But, we have to understand that if we don’t figure this out soon, we’ll starve to death.” 

“Why not just dump the shank in the maze and have the grievers take care of her. Problem solved.” Minho suggested, Gally nodding happily at the idea. 

“Alright, seriously, guys. This is a big thing, one of us is a father. None of us remember our own families…wouldn’t it be nice to have one of our own?” Thomas hoped, shrugging his shoulders upward. 

“In this hell? Not likely..” Gally shook his head, looking over at Y/n, her not being able to see the softness in his eyes once they laid on her moving stomach. “But…if those shucking creators sent you up here…then you must be important.”

“So…I can stay?” Y/n asked, still a little bit cautious. 

“Not sure we even have the choice of saying no. So I guess you’ll stay in the Med-Jack hut until morning, when I’ll tell you everything you need to know,” Newt placed a hand on your shoulder, a small smile upon his tired face. “And don’t be alarmed by the swarm of boys out there. I’ll be sure that they keep their distance. Your baby is safe in our hands.”

A small tug to her lips notified Newt that his warm words were helping to relax Y/n. With a simple nod, she leaned her aching back on the medical bed, sighing happily. 

“Then it’s settled,” Alby finally spoke. “Minho and Thomas will run the maze, Gally goes back to work, and Newt will show Y/n around first thing in the morning. I’ll be sure to host a meeting on this tomorrow as well, once the runners return, good that?” 

Everyone nodded, except for Y/n, not sure on what he was asking. Taking her silence as an answer anyways, he made his way to the door. Opening it up, a flood of nosy boys came crashing down to the floor, being caught red handed for eavesdropping. Chuck, sadly being the boy that first landed and now being crushed, wiggled his head out to take a deep breath. Not soon after he was making eye contact with Alby. 

“Uhm…this wasn’t my idea..”

Alby shook his head at the young boy, his glare already getting half of them to pick themselves up off the ground. Y/n, being overwhelmed by the large number of boys, moved backward behind Newt, her large stomach surprising him as he didn’t even realize she was hiding. Looking over at Thomas, he silently signaled him to handle the situation. 

“Alright, alright, nothing to see here! Apparently you heard the man, if you have questions, he’ll answer them at the meeting tomorrow evening after everyone is done working. It’s been a long day, and we’re all hyper to see a girl, but it’s gonna have to wait, move it out!” He fanned at them, shooing them off along with Alby, as Minho wasn’t too far behind. 

Gally huffed, locking eyes with you for at least the fourth time that night. He pointed a finger out to you, his eyebrows sharp in a scowl and his lips tugged in a harsh frown. “I’ve got my eye on you.” 

A slight chill went up her spin and into her brain, as if she had heard him say that before. Like a bad case of deja vu. But, Y/n shook it off as if it were nothing, but knew it was still going to be nagging her in the back of her mind. Letting out a breath she didn’t know she was holding, she was relieved to see him exit the room, now leaving herself and Newt. 

“Don’t worry about him. He’s known around here for having a stick up his ass all the time,” Newt tried to lighten up the mood, smiling himself once he saw that you were doing exactly what he was aiming for. 

“What about you? You’re the kindest one of them all so far.”

“I’ve been in your shoes before, apart from being pregnant. I’ve been scared and confused, and I wouldn’t want anyone screaming at me either. Judging from your condition, that’s the last thing you needed anyways.”

“I didn’t mean to cause any trouble…I didn’t ask for-”

“Don’t worry about it, love. For the sake of this little…thing, get some rest.” He gently patted her stomach, his eyes still soft from much wanted sleep and the thought of the child growing inside of her. Thomas was right, just thinking about it being his was…kind of warming. Shaking his head to get ride of the thought, he spoke. “I’ll send Clint and Jeff in here to help you get situated, and I shall see you in the morning, good that?” 

Raising her eyebrow in confusion, Newt chuckled. “That means, okay?” 

“Oh, alright. Good that!” She happily replied, nodding her head to confirm. Newt nodded back to her, making his way to the exit. 

Looking back at her, he can’t help but feel guilty. He doesn’t know why, but if he was the father of her baby…why were they separated? Letting the thought slip away into the back of his mind, he focused on getting to his bed and falling into much needed sleep. 

“Welcome to the Glade, greenie. Sleep tight.” 


Sons of Anarchy:

Tig Trager

You Understand Me


Dirty Little Crush

Silence The Voices

Come Back

I’m Innocent

About Last Night


Pickup Line

Daddy Please: Part 1, Part 2 [End]

Saving Grace

Shattered Innocence: Part 1, Part 2 [End]



Lewd Jokes

Outdoor Excitement

I’ll Help You

Fight for Love

To Dream a Dream

Gun Kink

Too Much to Handle

Mrs. Claus

Self Doubt

Finish What You Started

Over Protection

I’ll Make This Right

Make My Body Dance

I Won’t Give Up On You


My Princess: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6 [End]

Untimely Surprise

Guns Drawn

Stoner Sex

Herman Kozik

Just Passing Through

Wake Up Call

Tig Trager & Herman Kozik

She’s Mine

Chibs Telford


Daddy’s Girl

I’m About To Lose My Mind



Rub Me Right

I Need a Doctor

Get Back


Sneaking Around


Loving Expression

Don’t Make a Sound

Gone But Not Forgotten

Eternal Flame

Jealous Bastard

Daddy Please

Nervous: Part 1, Part 2 [End]

Gypsy Magic: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5,

All Hell Breaks Loose

His Everything

What You Want

Save Me

Barking up the Wrong Tree

Road Trip

A Fighting Chance

Responsible Woman

Grown Adult

Holly Jolly Christmas

Please Don’t Fight

Chibs Telford & Tig Trager

Naughty Night

Can’t Stop Loving You: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 [End]

This Life: Part 1, Part 2,

Test Me: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8 [End]

Chibs Telford & Jax Teller

Brotherly Love

Jax Teller & Tig Trager

Fight Me

Jax Teller

I’m So Sorry

Like Father Like Daughter

Born Killer

Hots For Teacher

Ruined Plans

Charming Smile

Baby Momma

You’re Family

Juice Ortiz

Please Don’t Go

Cold Water


Just Give Me A Reason Why

No Clue

Love Me Back: Part 1, Part 2 [End]





Size: Part 1, Part 2 [End]


Too Stoned



So Serious

Something Beautiful

Everything Will be Alright

First Steps

Daddy’s Girl

Happy Lowman

Silent Knight

She Calls Me Daddy Too

Treat You Right

Sticks and Stones


Porno Girl

Chase Me

Good Job

Real Good Man

Unknown Protection

Tiny Feet

Slipping Away

Scottish Nutcracker

Family Get Together

Opie Winston

Big Baby

Sleeping Giant

Clay Morrow

Drive Home



Bobby Munson

Uncle Bobby

John Teller

Our Lives

Luke Cage:

Shades Alvarez

Anything But Ordinary

Take It Off

Bullet Holes

Bite Me



20 Shades of Love: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18 Part 19, Part 20 [End]

The Ghost of Juice Ortiz: Part 1, Part 2, Parts 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14

Better Call Saul

Mike Ehrmantraut

Death Brought Us Together: Part 1, Part 2

Hell On Wheels:

Cullen Bohannon

Some Good Left

Stop Breathing

Walking Dead:


Take Me

Daryl Dixon

Can’t Stop Loving You: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 [End]

Rick Grimes



Tom “The Knife”

So Close I Can Taste It

Only For You


Oswald Cobblepots

Sucker For Pain: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 [End]

Officer Downe:

Terrance Downe

Just Business: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 [End]

Game of Thrones:

Tyrion Lanaster

Bastard of Loyalty: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 [Discontinued]

Who’s Your Daddy?

Series AU


Part 1 /

Author: Joi A. Wade

Tagged: @thatblondeemogirl

Warnings: Swearing, pregnant!reader, daddy!gladers, short

Summary: The creators sent up a new greenie instead of supplies…they weren’t expecting a girl. And to put the icing on the cake, she’s pregnant with a note rested upon her bulging belly. Once the note is read, and the girl wakes up…all hell will break loose.  Who is she? Why is she there? Who is the father of her baby?


That’s all she remembered. Her mind blank, and filled with nothing but pure silence. Why couldn’t she remember anything? One moment she had memories, and then…gone. Nothing. Just an empty organ. She felt numb, like she couldn’t move…but she was moving.

Wait…no she wasn’t. It was something else moving. Inside of her. Something…moving around inside of her? What did that mean, she wondered. Did she have gas? No…Stomach ache? Doesn’t remember eating anything…

Cold, cold and dark is what surrounded her. The last thing she could remember was that she needed to protect something…but she just didn’t know exactly what to protect. Herself? Someone else? 

She heard voices…masculine voices, none sounding familiar. They sounded panicked…and confused. Yelling at each other, but their words were muffled, due to her unconsciousness. Open your eyes, she told herself. Open…your..eyes…

Open your eyes…open…your…

“Ah!” She screamed as she jolted upward. Her breathing was quick and shaky, as her eyes darted all around the room she was in. She placed a hand on her heart, feeling the beating muscle speed up and then start to slow down as she calmed her breathing. And then…she felt it. 

A kick. 

Looking down, she audibly gasped, a hand flying to her mouth. That’s right…she was pregnant…She needed to protect the baby. And that was all she could remember…but what about her name? Or age? Or more importantly..the father of her baby. 

Her mind again went blank as that question echoed through, who was the father? How far along was she? Frightened tears started to form in her eyes, as one hand laid on the bulge that constantly moved, almost making her smile.  Even though she didn’t know who she was, or where she was…that didn’t mean she didn’t love the growing life in her stomach. And she sure as hell was going to protect it. 

The sound of the Med-jack door scared her, as a few figures stood at the doorway, all of them wearing the same expression as she was. Shock. But on her face, it held more fear. One of them held their hands up slowly, with her watching his every move. Slowly and carefully, the stranger made their way step by step over to the girl, showing her that he wasn’t a threat. He didn’t wanna excite her too much.

“H-hello…my name is Jeff…I’m just here to help you. I’m not going to hurt you, none of us are.” He spoke calmly, still holding eye contact with you. “How are you feeling?”

Still not being able to find her voice just yet, she nodded to signal that she was okay. He sent her a slanted grin, showing he understood but was still a bit nervous on what to do next. He walked a little closer, alarming the girl to grab the nearest weapon she could find. Scissors. Jeff backed up a few steps, with his hands still raised.

“Whoa there, girly,” Another spoke, his interesting eyebrows raised up in alarm. “Be calm, be calm.” 

She gulped, watching their every move as she gently had an arm wrapped around her stomach, while the other hand held the scissors. The blonde boy that stood right next to the dark fellow had soft eyes as he stared at her, seeing how frightened she was, not for herself, but for the child. 

“Hey,” He said as softly as he could, but enough to catch her attention. “We’re not going to hurt your baby, okay? We just want to help you. Promise. Do you know your name, love?”

She gulped again, darting her eyes from left to right, up to the ceiling and down to the floor as she thought. Searching her brain for an answer. Then, it hit her.

“Y-Y/n…m-my name’s…Y/n.” 

My Writing-nings!

Figured since I’ve written a few reader fics now, that I’d make a master list for everyone to easily access it.


Harvey Bullock:
#22 - ‘You’re mine and I am not one for sharing.’

Nathaniel Barnes:
#7 - ‘I’m warning you, baby.’
#25 - ‘It’s our little secret.’

Victor Zsasz:
Miss Mystery: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4
#13 ‘Now, now, sweetheart! Put the gun down.’ (PART 1)
#25 - ‘It’s our little secret.’  (PART 2)
#10 - ‘It’s who I am.’
#21 - ‘Don’t try and stop me.’


Logan Howlett / Wolverine:
#15 - ‘Are you gonna come to me, or are we gonna do this the hard way?’
#7 - ‘I’m warning you, baby.’
#1 - ‘Shh, don’t say a word.’

Warren Worthington III:
#1 - ‘Shh, don’t say a word.’

Donald Pierce:
#4 - ‘My hand’s getting awful lonely, you might wanna take it.’ (PART 1)
#17 - 'You’re lost without me.’  (PART 2)
#24 - ‘Fucking do it already!’  (PART 3)
#4 - ‘I can’t stay away from you.’  (PART 4)
#1 - 'It’s just a flesh wound, baby.’
#19 - 'That’s some hard liquor for a girl like you.’
#20 - 'I know you can do better than that.’
#15 - ‘Are you gonna come to me, or do we have to do this the hard way?’
#3 - 'You know I’d never tell them about you.
#13 - 'It’s just you and me.’
#22 -  ‘You’re mine and I am not one for sharing.’
#25 - 'It’s our little secret.’
#23 - 'Does it hurt?’
#3 - ‘I’m bad for you, I know I am.’
#17 - ‘I leave you alone for one second, and hell breaks loose.’
#8 - ‘I never miss.’
#9 - ‘Is this what you want?’

Sons of Anarchy

Jax Teller:
#1 - ‘It’s just a flesh wound, baby.’
#12 -  ‘They told me you were crazy but they did not know the half of it.’
#9 - ‘Please don’t look at me like that.’
#7 - ‘I’m warning you, baby.’
#5 - ‘Get in, or Die? It’s upto you!’
#14 -  ‘I could hold you like this til the stars go out.
#15 - ‘I can’t keep on doing this.’
#1 - ‘Shh, don’t say a word.’
#7 - ‘What are you crying about now?’

Opie Winston:
#8 - ‘You won’t like what’s coming next.’
#18 - ‘Smile for me.’
#3 - ‘I’m bad for you, I know I am.’

Happy Lowman:
#21 - ‘Don’t try and stop me.’
#6 - ‘Get back here!’
#4 - ‘I can’t stay away from you.’ (PART 1)
#17 - ‘I leave you alone for one second, and all hell breaks loose.’ (PART 2)

Juice Ortiz:
#18 - ‘Tell me she’ll be ok.
#22 - ‘You’re mine and I ain’t one for sharing.’
#10 - ‘It’s who I am.’


Katharine Isabelle in ~everything

↳ Ava Wilson in Supernatural 2x21 - All Hell Breaks Loose Part 1 (2007)

I Think I Like This Song

Title: I Think I Like This Song

An X-men fanfiction series

Pairing: Peter Maxomoff x reader (who is kind of a scene/alt/emo girl?)

Fandom: X-Men

Characters: Peter Maximoff x reader, Charles Xavier, Jean Grey

Warnings: Mentions self-harm (no graphic), depression, a little bit of swearing, FLUFF TO COME


Summary: One day the reader meets Peter at the CD store she works at, and he steals her Walkman, along with a CD in it. A few years later, something happens (which remains a mystery for the plot, because I like a good cliffhanger. Fight me.) and she is thrown in jail. Charles manages to get her out, but she falls into a depression. She won’t speak, so Charles is the only one she talks to, and very little. When school starts, Charles makes Jean her roommate since she’s a telepath.

Notes: Okay so I’m planning on this to turn out fluffy and really cute, so if you like that keep reading the next parts ;) (spoiler alert: Peter Maximoff fluff) The prologue happens before Apocalypse, and the Part 1 after it. The Prologue is not my favorite, but important for the plot, so bear with me. It takes a sudden dark turn in Part 1.

Originally posted by sassy-peter-maximoff


She stared out the big front window, watching the clouds break loose all hell from their hold. The rain pounded a rhythm above her, and the irregularity of it was both soothing and nerve-racking. She sat behind a counter, curled up on a swivel chair that hadn’t been changed since the stone age, bits and pieces of the padding inside hanging by a string. She fiddled with the chain hanging from her belt as she inspected the empty shop: rows of shelves, stacked CDs, even a few records in a box in the corner.  The shop was still stocked to the brim, like usual. Not many came through the door, just the occasional passing punk or the rare confused mother looking for a last- minute present for their son’s birthday.

A loud thunderclap cracked in the sky, illuminating her face in an eery glow, before fading back into the relentless downpour. She propped her elbow on the arms of the chair, resting her head on her gloved hand. Her black nails combed through her locks, dyed an autumn red, as she felt herself slip to daydream. She decided to get some music: she was no use anyways. Throwing her black boots on the floor, she paced down the aisle, her footsteps slightly loud against the muted patter. She ran her fingers over the CDs, not sure what she was looking for. She stopped on a mustard yellow one, the title in a typewriter font. She smirked: “Sweet Dreams are made of this”.  Backtracking, she jumped over the counter and slid into the chair again, propping her feet on the desk. She slipped it into the Walkman in front of her, plugging in her black earphones. Placing them in her ears, she laid back in her chair and let the music wash over her. She succumbed to the beat of the drums and the bass of the guitar: Synthpop wasn’t her favorite genre, but she would make do.

Suddenly, she felt a gust of cold air wash over her face, sending chills up her spine. Slightly disconnected from the real world by the music, she jumped when she realized the door was swinging wide open, banging on the wall in the wind. She reluctantly paused her music and lifted herself of her bottom to battle the storm. Once the door had clicked, she halfheartedly turned the Open sign that had flipped over. Oh, how she wished it was closed already. But she still had two shifts left.

She whirled around to see, much to her surprise, a teenage boy sitting behind the desk. “What the f-” she stopped mid-sentence when she realized he didn’t hear her. He was listening to the music, wearing HER headphones. He was obviously “in the zone,” so she stomped up to the boy, yanked the headphones out of his ears, and proceeded to ask him, quite madly, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

Much to her surprise, he wasn’t the least bit ruffled. He gave her a cocky smile, slapped a pair of steam punk goggles from over his eyes onto his silvery hair,  then, leaning on the desk between them, in a singsong mono toned voice, answered,

“Hello, miss, do you need help finding a particular band?” He batted his thick eyelashes and tilted his head sweetly, looking for a reaction. At this point, she was done: this man did not have the right to touch her personal possessions. She could barely contain herself. Walking up slowly, she slammed her hands on the old desk and leaned over it, until she was barely centimeters away from him. Looking him straight in the eyes, she lifted a provoking eyebrow. “I don’t know, you tell me.” She said vehemently, and he held her gaze without blinking. His lopsided grin widened and he sat back, setting his Nike’s on the desk on front of her face. “Come on,” he slid his hands behind his head, balancing the chair precariously, “I’m not doing anything wrong!” Her face was now set in a permanent scowl, but he remained unfazed. He brushed off some dust from his silver leather jacket, and as he did she couldn’t help but glance at the cash register: it would not have been the fist time she had to fight of a greedy hooligan. He followed her eyes and scoffed. “Please, I just wanted to get out of the rain.”

“In case you haven’t noticed, this is the cashier’s chair. And if memory serves, you don’t work here.” The sarcasm in her voice didn’t really surprise her: it happened so often she sometimes couldn’t make out if she was being sarcastic or not. Suddenly, another flash of lightning lit up the sky, blinding her for a split second. When she opened her eyes he was there, standing in front of her, so close she could feel his vanilla ice cream scented breath on her face, holding the earphones to his ears with  her Walkman in his hand. “Yeah, I’m never getting a job!” He chuckled, his dark eyes glinting. He looked somewhat childlike, and the light from the storm created a ghostly halo on top of his messy, blown back hair. “You know what?” He said, mimicking a pensive expression, “I think I like this song.”

It all happened in a blur: she felt the wind rush over her, her hair whipping her face. The loud boom of thunder covered up the sound of the door slamming, and posters went flying all over the room. Dumbfounded, she stared at the shop in shock. She hadn’t even seen him leave. It was like he had just disappeared, leaving a mess like a tornado hit. It was still raining, so she couldn’t imagine why he had sped off, not that it mattered to her, but even the reason why he had come in was a mystery. And she just couldn’t fathom how he got out so fast, dragging everything in the shop a few centimeters closer to the door with the pull. She headed back to pick up the posters, stacking them in a neat pile on the desk, pretty much ready to sit back and be bored out of her mind for the next couple of hours, cleaning the rows of CDs that had been shoved off the shelves.

And then, it dawned on her: he had left with her Walkman.

Part 1

Three years later, the incident happened. She was lost: she didn’t know what to do. All she remembered where the metal bar doors slamming hard in front of her nose, the cold damp stone against her palms as she was thrown on the floor. She still had her own clothes, but a black and white jumpsuit was folded on the cot beside her, like a vile rag. She curled up in a ball, her back against the wall, staring blindly at the seeping darkness in front of her, not daring to speak, lest to be in deeper trouble, as the lights slowly flickered off, leaving her in the dark.

The same was for her trial. She didn’t defend herself; just stared at the ground, while the lawyer slowly bashed her down, pushing her deeper into an abyss of self-hatred. Her parents didn’t want her anymore: she was a demon spawn. They had kicked her out of the house, and didn’t even show up to her trial. It wasn’t much trouble for the police to pick her up. She had stayed in for nearly a month; became used to people boring holes into her back as they stared, to the signs they made at her approach. She looked down at her chipped nails covered in grime as stray locks slipped from behind her her ears, refusing to speak. Her voice, her cursed voice, had started this. The cuffs at her wrists were dragging her down, and she knew it was hopeless: what she had done was too horrible. She remembered single tear threatening to slip past her defenses, but she repeated the words in her mind, the lyrics that had kept her going all this time.

Suddenly, the court doors flew open. She hadn’t turned around: it didn’t matter to her. Little did she know, it would change her life. A bald man rolled in on a wheelchair, and somehow, he got her out. To this day it remains a blur in her mind, but she was out.

He called himself Charles Xavier, Professor X. He brought her to his school, promising he could help, took her in. Charles Xavier’s school for Gifted Youngsters. It was summer at the time, and not many students or professors were around, except for Hank, but he spent his time in the lab. Charles attempted in vain to heal her, but the depression had taken over: she started wearing big bracelets to cover the cuts on her wrists, stopped eating, but Charles wouldn’t have it. He set things in her mind that made it impossible for her to pick up a razor with the intention to hurt herself, but she just tore her nails up on her sore skin. She stayed inside with the windows closed, the satin curtains pulled shut. No light touched her skin for days, weeks, and she grew pale. Her hair was longer now, the red dye only creeping up halfway up the length. Charles, on one mind-search, found she liked music. Thinking it harmless, he got her a stereo. She drank up the song like it was a drug. The lyrics went deeper than the thrum of her eardrums; it spoke to her soul, buried deep inside her closed-off heart. Charles only could speak to her, with his thoughts, and as much as she didn’t like it, I felt good. He came very often: tried to get her to talk, to get her to eat. But she wouldn’t.

Soon, summer was over. The Professor forced her to go to class; he knew he wouldn’t be able to take care of her as much, so instead of leaving her in her misery he decided to entrust her to his teachers. This resulted in a heated mind- discussion, but she couldn’t argue: he had all the right reasons.

A week before school started, her roommate came. It was Charles’ idea: “she can help you”, he had said, “she’s a telepath, just like I am, and she’s been here for a while now.” It was no use fighting him; he only wanted to help. She was sitting on the floor in the dark when she came. Slowly, she pushed herself up and cracked open the door. She was greeted by a warm smile. Hello, a singsong voice echoed in her mind, my name is Jean. She didn’t say anything, just shoved her hands in the pocket of her worn hoodie. How are you? The older girl asked. She would continue to repeat that every time she saw her, despite the unchanging answer. I’m fine. She finally answered, looking down at her feet. Her shoulders were caved in, her eyes were down, Jean could see her self-esteem was somewhere deep. Jean couldn’t help it: she took her in her arms, silently prying at her thoughts. Yes, she had been through a lot. Jean saw some thoughts that scared her more than she would like to admit it, and she couldn’t stop the tear running down her cheek. She promised to herself she would help her, no matter the cost, and hugged her tighter. Rubbing her shoulders, she let go and headed to the window. Suddenly, the younger girl grabbed her arm. It’s okay, she reassured, then continued. She pulled back the curtains, the sunlight seeping in for the first time in a while. It played games on Jean’s head of red hair, made her gray eyes shine and sparkle. The other girl flinched slightly at the light; her eyes weren’t used to it anymore. Slowly, watching the girl’s thoughts, she opened the window. A gust of air ruffled through her hair, fresh and soothing. A thought came from the girl, about the height of the drop between the sill and the concrete underneath, that, quite to Jean’s surprise, she tried to stomp down with the lyrics of a song. Jean decided she would ask the Professor about what this meant, but for now she had to get her ready to meet new people, and she only had a week to do so. She faced her with a welcoming grin. Isn’t it beautiful? She gestured to the breathtaking view. The girl tentatively stepped closer, and Jean grabbed her by the shoulders comfortingly. What’s your name?She asked confidently. After a short moment, she heard a delicate reply: 


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prompt: “all hell breaks loose part 1″

oh, hey look, it’s not even that bad… it’s not even that bad, alright? sammy, sam! hey, listen to me, we are going to patch you up okay… you’ll be as good as new. huh? i’m going to take care of you, i’m going to take care of you! i gotcha. it’s my job, right, watch after my pain-in-the-ass little brother… sam… sam… sam! sammy!

Behind The Scenes 3 (20/21)

Author’s note: I just felt like posting today.I have finished BTS 3 so i am probably going to be posting the last parts soon also. But there is going to be a very long wait for BTS4 because well I have no idea what is going to happen or what i am going to do or what my plan is. Sorry for any errors in this part.

Genre: Angsty/ fluffy? (Suga, Jhope, Jungkook, Jimin)

Word count: Lets say 4000

City: Seoul, South Korea (Day of concert 1)

Summary: Y/n is not happy about being back in Seoul. This is the start of all the loose ends of the tour coming together, She needs to find ways to deal with Jimin, Jungkook, Suga, and Jhope.

Other parts: HERE

This is my GIF. I made it based off of this scenario series.

The five-and-a-half-hour trip back to the prison you called home was hell. All you could feel was guilt. Jungkook was an angel with you as usual and all you could think was “How do I break up with him?!?… Ok I can just tell him the truth… “Jungkook, I’m breaking up with you cuz I only ever dated you to get over Yoongi, but it turns out he loves me back!” Yeah, I can’t fucking tell him that! He deserves a better reason, he deserves a lie… I just gotta think of one and tell him at the right time.”


You all rushed inside the dorm to escape the cold of the early December weather. Upon entering the building, you dragged your feet the way you dragged your luggage. You hadn’t been back in this dorm since the end of August and it was just as horrible as when you left. Instantly you were back to reality, not like the tour was much of an escape.

You and Jimin made your way to your shared room. The room was exactly as how you left it.

“My bed!” Jimin cheered. He quickly dropped his bags and jumped into his bed, digging his face between the pillows.

With the guilt weighing down on you, you dropped your bags and shuffled over to the mattress in the corner of the room. It was as lumpy as you remembered and you quickly missed the hotel beds. You all hadn’t even been in Seoul for two hours and you already hated being back.

On top of it all, you were back to sharing the room with Jimin again. Even though you were planning on breaking up with Jungkook soon, the fact that it was still going on, had you feeling like shit.

Jimin came up behind you, “Ya, why the long face?”

You shrugged at him. Your eyes stayed glued to your “bed”, noticing one of the old springs trying to tear through the bed sheet.

Jimin put a hand on your shoulder. “Yeah, it must not be fun being back.” He sighed. “…I think I have a way to cheer you up though.” He smiled.

“How?” you tried to look up at him, but you couldn’t get yourself to do so.

“Um, it’s a surprise! You’ll find out tomorrow. Speaking of, tomorrow you need to be out of the dorm! Maybe you and Jungkook can go on a “date” or something… I suggest “or something”.” He said light heartedly.

“What about Jungkook now?” a voice interrupted.

Both you and Jimin turned to the door and found Jungkook standing at the doorway.

“I have a surprise for y/n so I need her out of the dorm for a few hours and you are her ticket out!” Jimin said with a smile

Jungkook nodded at Jimin. “Yeah, I’m cool with that.” then he turned to you. “Y/n, you wanna go to my room and talk about tomorrow then?” he asked with a slight smirk.

“No! No! No!” Jimin whined, stepping up to Jungkook. “You got to share a room with her for a month and a half! Let me get some time with her again.” He feigned anger, but his hint of jealousy was evident. “So now shoo shoo” Jimin said as he pushed Jungkook out of the room.

He closed the door and tuned out the sound of footsteps moving around the rest of the dorm. “So, what’s up lately? We haven’t really talked in forever!”

Your eyes shot around the room as you thought of what to say. “Uh… Well, Yoongi and I finally talked last night…” you blurted out.

Jimin’s head moved back in shock. “Oh seriously? How did that go?!?”

“…Eh, good I guess… There are a few more things we have to talk about, but things are good for now… I think…” you tried to keep everything short and avoid accidentally saying too much.

“And Hoseok? Have you guys talked?’

You shook your head. “Not yet. I wanted to talk to him today, but I don’t know… I don’t know how it can turn out or if it’s even worth a try.”

“Well don’t worry, you’ll still have me!” he smiled again, only making you feel worse.

The doorbell rang and quickly both your expressions turned somber. You both knew that meant Boonsri had arrived and knew what was to become of her soon. Automatically, you and Jimin and the rest of BTS gathered in the living room and sat on the couches to give the impression that all of you were in the midst of a discussion. Rap monster opened the door and greeted her in the same fake manner he always had when she with him.

Jungkook kept his arm draped over your shoulder as Rap monster led Boonsri back to his room. Then, Jungkook loudly asked you. “Jagi, why don’t we talk about our date tomorrow back in my room?!?” He really wanted to make sure that Rap monster and Boonsri were able to hear him.

Without waiting for your response, Jungkook, led you to his room. As you walked away you could feel Suga’s eyes glaring at him.

“And you dragged me in here why?” you whispered as Jungkook closed the bedroom door.

“Cuz why not? What’s wrong with wanting my girlfriend in my room?” He asked as he pulled you down in his bed next to him.

Instantly the paranoia set in. You quickly sat back up and got off the bed. “Jungkook, no not here!” you hissed.

“What’s wrong?!?”

“Jungkook we aren’t in our own hotel room anymore, anyone can come in and catch us!”

“Fine!” he grumbled. “But what do you want to do tomorrow?”

“I don’t really care. Look, I just have to talk to Yoongi and Hoseok right now. I just need all the drama with them out of the way first.” You said as you attempted to leave the room.

He grabbed your hand. “Wait!”

“What?!?” you whined, just wanting to put distance between you and him.


“Jungkook just let me get this over with!”

“Just one!” He pouted.

“Fine!” your lips barely landed a peck on his before you left the room.

Out in the hall you found Jhope desperately standing outside Rap monster’s door as he waited to get his pills back. When his eyes caught yours, he put his head down in shame, only making you feel upset.

Maybe he had no intention of changing his ways. Maybe he didn’t care too much of what you thought about his addiction. Again, the unsettling thoughts towards him filled your mind and you couldn’t look at him anymore. Without much thought, you made your way to Suga’s room and let yourself in.

Suga jumped at the slam of his door. “Y/n?”

“I don’t think I can do this!” you whimpered as you walked up to him and nestled yourself in the arms that were still trying to collect the clothes out of his duffel bag. You knew this probably wasn’t the best thing to do. It was maybe too soon to be so affectionate with him. You still hadn’t completely forgiven him yet nor had he given you any real reason to trust him again, but you just needed him right now.

He wrapped his arms around you, providing that familiar sense of safety that you always got from him. “What’s wrong?” he asked softly. He didn’t question why you barged in, he just took the moment for what it was.


“From what?”


“Care to elaborate?” He asked almost sarcastically.

“I hate being back in this hell hole. The other cities weren’t much fun, but they were better than here. Anywhere is better than here! And… And I wanted to try and talk to Hoseok, but I don’t know if it’s even worth a shot. He never made the effort to talk to me after like you did and he is still doing his shit.” You purposely left out the problems related to Jimin and Jungkook.

His arms tightened around you and he soothingly ran his fingers into your hair to calm you down a bit before he spoke. “He has tried to talk to you before, many times, but each time he always chickened out…


“Yup, he just doesn’t know how to approach you anymore… I told him to just try, but he couIdn’t get himself to do it. I tried to encourage him, so told him that we finally talk.”

Your eyes shot up to him.

“Don’t worry I didn’t tell him anything about us.” He said calmly, again his fingers massaging your head. “Look, he wants to talk to you. He doesn’t care if you don’t want to be friends with him anymore, he understands it all, he just wants to explain himself. But don’t feel pressured to talk to him yet. He said he is willing to wait until you are ready.”

“Ugh, I feel I should just get this all over with… just clear the air now that we are back.”

“Well, just hear him out okay? Neither of us meant to do what we did.” He said with regret. “We just had to go through with it.”

You looked up at him. He had a deep frown on his face. “Yeah, I know.” You said softly.

“I’m still so sorry.”

Your lips found his and gave him a deep kiss. “I know” you reminded. “…Okay, I think I’m gonna go talk to him now…”

“Good luck.”

You slipped out of his hold and made the short journey to Jhope’s room. You softly knocked on the door and a very frustrated “What?!?” was heard from the other side.

At this point you weren’t up for dealing anymore drama, so you made yourself open the door and go inside.

Jhope was sitting at the edge of his bed staring at the unopened package of pills he was holding in his hand. “What?!? I just- Oh…” his face fell when he made eye contact with you.

“Uh, we need to talk things out… Is right now okay?”

“Y-yeah, uh, yeah it’s okay.” His hand pointed to his desk chair.

The two of you stayed silent, both not really knowing who should start first.

“So, uh, I wanted to clear the air now that we are back. I just want to know where we stand now…” you began.

Jhope continued to stare back at you. He was timid that’s for sure, still afraid to open his mouth.

“As of right now, I am still upset at you, but I should hear you out though. For me, I am mad that you never tried to talk to me. At least Yoongi would try. That showed me he at least cared about me to some extent. But you never came up to me. You only did in the beginning, but kinda gave up pretty fast. Then even after yelling at the both of you, you still kept doing your pills, worse even!” you tried to keep your voice under control considering you were now in a packed dorm.

Jhope nodded at you. “I was always scared to talk to you.” He said softly. “In the beginning, I wanted to give you space. I hoped you would eventually talk to me again, but that never happened. Then, I wanted to try again, but I saw how you would reject Yoongi and I got scared you would still do the same to me. You are a lot closer to him than you are with me and the fact that you were so cold to him… I didn’t want that feeling from you again.”

His reasoning made sense to you and you couldn’t help but feel a bit bad. “Yeah, I get that” you said softly. “But I think things have come to the point where I don’t know if I can trust you.”

The frown on his face deepened. “Why?”

You fought back tears. It hurt you actually telling him this, seeing him so upset, but you had to make your point clear. “Because Hoseok… Mei-hui! How can you just lie to her like that?!? How?!? How were you able to look her in the eyes and tell her the things you told her?!?”

Jhope put his head down.

“How do I know you don’t do the same with me?!?”

“I don’t-“

“How do I know you aren’t lying to me too?!?”

“I never lie to you!”

“Hoseok, I witnessed you telling that girl empty promises about you guys visiting each other after the tour!”

“I had to tell her that stuff! I had to make her believe in something to get her to do what she was doing!”

“So then you are doing the same to me?!? To keep me from running away, to keep me from saying something to someone?!?”

“Y/n, this was different!” he pleaded. “You know it wasn’t only my stash that she was smuggling, you know that it was the rest of Namjoon’s stuff. I had to make sure that she was going to go through with it okay? I had to be sure that she wouldn’t do anything to mess it up! Yes, I f-feel like shit, like a-absolute motherfucking scum of the earth” his voice shook, “but I had to in order to keep Namjoon happy. But I don’t do that to you. Mei-hui, sh-she was only in my life physically for those few days, but y/n you are with us day in and day out and-“ he stopped talking when he saw you shaking your head at him, refusing to hear him out. “Okay, I know the way I am explaining it, isn’t helping-“

“You are literally just admitting to this!”

“Lying to Mei-hui like that was not easy… It took every ounce of me to go through with it… I don’t blame you for not believing me, but I have never lied to you. There is no point in lying to you about anything.”

You still shook your head at him. “Why even lie to her in the first place? Why didn’t you just pay her?”

“I couldn’t, I didn’t really have a choice.”

“What do you mean no other choice?!? Why lie to her like that?!? Why?!?” you asked what you wanted to know so desperately. “Like I told Yoongi, Namjoon gave you guys other options to get the girls to do the job. You could have just paid her!”

“Y/n, money was never an option for me!”


“Because Namjoon doesn’t give me a cut! He “pays” me in pills!” He lifted up the duct tape bundle. “This shit is all I get!” he said harshly as he threw it across the room in frustration. “The little money I do get I send back home so my parents don’t have to work extra hours, and so my sister can get through school.”

“Fuck!” you huffed. You knew Rap monster controlled him with pills, you knew it was bad, but you didn’t think it was this bad. “That motherfucker!” you cursed.

“Y/n, I am an addict… I-I I do what I can to keep my pills… I know you hate when I do pills… I hate myself for it too… but I just can’t find another way to cope with everything! I feel bad that I upset you and I feel like absolute shit over Meihui… I think about her every single fucking day.” His voice cracking bit. “I know what I did was an act of pure selfishness and it is something I will regret for my entire life… If I had the choice I wouldn’t have done what I did, if I had the will power, then maybe I would have never had to do anything to begin with, but that wasn’t the case. Yoongi and I, we both knew what we were doing was a terrible thing, we were just trying to make Aiko and Mei-hui enjoy their last days.”

It seemed as though Jhope was telling you the truth. You understood what he was trying to say. At the end of the day, he and Yoongi were just doing what they had to. Yes, you hated this truth, but there was nothing you could do about it. It wasn’t like you are a perfect person either, who are you to judge? Jhope seemed to know what he did wrong. It wasn’t like he was Jin who was completely unaware of his flaws, nor was Jhope like Rap monster, who was in all actuality a monster. Jhope’s addiction wasn’t something you liked, it wasn’t something he liked, but it was a part of him that everyone had to deal with anyway.

You stared back at the broken man who waited for some type of reaction out of you. “Sorry.” You told him.

“Sorry? For what?!? Y/n, you don’t have to be sorry! You didn’t do anything wrong. You were right. We’ve been bad friends to you. You deserve more. You need us and we weren’t there for you. We were the ones that fucked up.”

You stayed quiet for a bit. “I don’t know… Now that I look back, I should have just told you guys in the beginning. I shouldn’t have just cut you guys out like that… I’m still not happy about this whole drinking and pill popping shit… but… what happened during the tour, happened during the tour… I’ll just forget about everything. There is no point in holding on to anything anymore.”

“Y/n, like I said, you did nothing wrong. We don’t blame you for cutting us out like that and we aren’t mad at you for it anymore. We were the ones in the wrong. And about the pills… Y/n, I’m gonna try to quit, I really am. I hate the way I am and I want to change.”

You could tell him was serious, but you still looked at him with uncertainty. Rap monster had Jhope under his thumb and you didn’t think Jhope could actually do it, not with the way Rap monster had him addicted.

“Guys!” the monster’s booming voice rang out. “Let’s go!”

Just before the two of you left his room, Jhope asked you. “Y/n, are you and I cool now? Are we friends again?” he asked nervously.

You went up to him and gave him a hug. “We’re good, Hobi.”

You all gathered in the living room once again just in time to see Boonsri leaving the dorm. She was without a doubt “getting a ride to the stadium” and it was probably the last you were going to see of her. Part of you was glad you didn’t get a good look at her when she left. You hoped that would make her easy to forget.

Rap monster looked back at the seven of you with a slight smile on his face. “So before we go, I have good news for some of you.” his devilish grin spread some more as his eyes momentarily shifted to Jungkook. “Yoongi, I’m letting you have another solo again this year, but the group album is the main priority.”

A faint smile grew on Suga’s face as yours fell into a frown. This all meant that there was going to be less chances to be with him now and only more chances for him to keep drinking.

“Jin, obviously, after our last show tomorrow, you can go see Jinjin”

Jin had an obvious smile on his face, already pulling his phone out.

“But!” Rap monster continued. “When it comes to the official days off, we will get the days off and you will most likely have to stay behind and be on y/n duty. Is that cool?”

“What?!? Why?!?”

“I said “is that cool?”!” He repeated in a darker tone.

“Whatever.” Jin grumbled sending a death stare going Rap monster’s way.

“And little maknae…” Rap monster’s eyes glared at Jungkook and Jungkook glared right back. “You and Y/n no longer have to share a room.” His eyes stayed on him, studying Jungkook’s reaction.

“Finally!” Jungkook huffed, followed by inaudible mumbling.

In a swift movement, Rap monster stepped up to Jungkook, getting in his face. His glare intensified. It was an act of intimidation and it worked on the unsuspecting boy who quickly shut his mouth. Rap monster spoke again, surprisingly, and terrifyingly, his voice was still normal. “More deals are coming up, depending on how you act I’ll let you in on them. The better you act, the sooner you can join.”

Jungkook immediately knew his place and only responded with an obedient nod.

“Ok then! Let’s head off!

With nothing more but the sweaters you all still had on, you all were about to head out the door.

“I almost forgot!” Rap monster’s voice caused all of you to freeze. He turned around and his eyes landed on you. Before you knew it, he grabbed a handful of your hair and he was pulling you down the hall.

You screamed as you almost fell back. You grabbed onto his hand to try and keep your head close to it to minimize the pain. He dragged you to your room, kicking the door open, and shoving you inside. You fell hard on the floor, your chin breaking your fall.

“You stay in tonight!” he said as he locked the door shut.