and the two on the insides of the shoes are potential tattoos

Deeper Than Ink | 01

P R E M I S E ⇒

Should you fall in love with someone, even in the slightest, your skin becomes marked with vibrant colors that depict the story of your emotions. A tattoo, per say. However, should they or you fall out of love, the bright hues dull to black and the feelings you once had for each other melt away. To many, it’s a blessing to not have to live with the pain of your past. But what’s the point when you have too many reminders–say 27?

P A I R I N G ⇒  namjoon x reader

G E N R E ⇒  angst, tattoo au, soulmate au

W O R D S ⇒  7.281

P A R T ⇒  one | two | three

Pebbles bounced against the sidewalk, caught between the concrete and the rubber soles of boots dragging across the pavement. The movement was slow and the sound was reminiscent of a modern romantic defeat, another tally to add to the chalkboard. Another inked reminder that would be incomplete on a pale skin canvas.

A single finger rose to itch at the back of a studded ear, scratching just above the intricate black swirls of patterned water that was splayed over a neck. The owner of this design–and the 27 others cluttering his skin–wasn’t a lost cause or a serial romantic as many had come to believe. But potentially the most unlucky man in the world.

There were many others like him, decorated in dozens of these brandishes to signify their accomplishments in a manner akin to a trophy shelf. Their skin was littered with these marks of past lovers who were only intended to become blackened symbols. However, hoarding tattoos of ones he adored was not a game to him like it was to others; he feared the attention and judgment that his ink gave him.

He was enamored by people and their stories, the things they had to say and the words that they would whisper to him. Falling for them was simply a side effect of his own curiosity that he had no control over, as the patterns would only appear when the emotions were mutual. People were drawn to him, not for the art etched into him, but for his elegant thoughts and charming words.

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(Gif not mine but writing is)

The Elevator

It had been about four months and you kind of hated your job. You mean you are grateful for it but still you did not enjoy it at all. After finishing your education with little to no money, your older brother suggested that you worked where he did. Both of you understood that the work would be difficult but he knew that you could take it and that your options were running out. 

Your job? Well it is to work for one of Gotham’s most notorious criminals, the Joker. You knew what he does. You also know some of the horrible things your brother has to do for him. Beating people to a pulp is currently the Joker’s favourite job for your brother. What do you do? You are there partly as eye candy you guess and sometimes to dress a victim’s wounds if the goons got carried away. Which happened very often. You’re not proud of your job but it pays the bills. 

Violence and blood never really frightened you especially now that you see it so frequently. The only time that you could remember being terrified was back at school. Other girls bullied you and would lock you in the janitor’s closet. The space was very small and dark and you could sometimes be stuck in there for hours on end.  It was claustrophobic and you had never liked being in small spaces since. Now you try to avoid them as best as you can. 

The business relationship you have with your boss is pretty much nonexistent. The Joker hardly ever speaks to you, he only gives out orders. You remember your ‘job interview’. You were so nervous as you’d heard so many frightening stories about the Joker. However the interview itself was only for a brief moment. He walked into the room and stared at you with his blue piercing eyes, looking at you from top to bottom. 
With a nod to your brother, he said “She’ll do.”

Yesterday Joker’s goons had taken over an old factory towards the edge of Gotham City. It was going to be one of the new bases for his criminal activity. Today’s job was to look around the place so the Joker can decide what uses he wanted for the different rooms. Luckily you weren’t needed for today so you could spend the day shopping for new clothes. It’s annoying how many items of clothing get saturated with blood in this business. 

“Come on Jack, you’ve got to get up and ready.” You call to your brother whilst knocking on his bedroom door. “You know how Mister J is with tardiness.” You hear a groan from inside the room and you open the door. Jack was laid in bed his face bright red and his nose streaming, he looked awful. He grabs a tissue and blows his nose.
“Sorry (y/n) I’m sick. I’ve already thrown up twice in the last hour.” he says in a voice no louder than a whisper. A look of concern etched across your face.
“Is there anything I can get you?"  you asked. "Don’t worry, I have everything I need here. I’ve already let the boss know that I am unwell.” he sighs. “At least you’ll have me here to look after you today.” You say reassuringly as you leave his room and close the door behind you. 

You did not envy Jack’s replacement. From what you gathered walking around a building whilst your boss picks out functions for rooms was a boring task. You felt your phone buzz in your pocket. Gazing at the screen you read:
'Today’s your lucky day! You will be filling in for your brother. I have already notified him. See you at the old factory in an hour. Oh and wear something nice. J’
You rolled your eyes as you went into your bedroom to get changed out of your pajamas. Still wanting to look professional you threw on a black dress and small heels. After eating a quick breakfast you call to your brother “Looks like I drew the short straw. See you later.” which your brother responded with a groan. 

Luckily the factory was only a short walk from your home. You gazed at the tall buildings that lined the streets of Gotham. The sun reflected on the many windows of the skyscrapers. It was 8:30am and the streets were not busy, making this morning’s walk a pleasant one. On reaching your destination you looked up at the old factory. It was in desperate need of some work as there were many broken windows and other bits that were falling apart. You wonder if there was any point putting money in it to rejuvenate it. But you never questioned the boss’s intentions aloud. You were smarter than that. 

Two goons also arrived on foot. You waved at them and they replied with a nod of acknowledgement. It seemed that the agreed time was a bit too early for them. Suddenly you jumped as you heard the rumble of an engine. A purple sports car whizzed around the corner and pulled up beside you. The car door opened and out stepped your boss. The Joker had pale skin which was covered by tattoos, red lipstick roughly on his lips and bright green hair which was neatly slicked back. He wore a dark maroon shirt which was partly unbuttoned, revealing his chest, black trousers and shoes. “Ah Jack, you look a lot prettier since the last time we met.” the Joker laughed whilst staring at you. The goons also chuckled. You smiled. Maybe your boss was going to be humorous today but you could never tell as his moods were so unpredictable. 

“I’m sure that you are all clear on today’s planned outcome as it is a standard brief.” said the Joker as you all started to walk into the building. Inside the factory was very similar to the exterior. The place was dirty and some of it was falling apart. “I’m hoping that after we have a good look around this place I can have another little talk with its previous owner. We are going to have so much fun.” Joker chuckles in a voice that resembled an excited child’s. 

You all looked around the ground floor. Each room you went into was thickly covered in dust. You couldn’t believe that the building was recently used for a petty crime gangs. However the space was definitely big enough to be useful. As you glanced at the Joker’s face you could see his mind whirring away,  thinking about the potential that the building has. 

The rooms were connected by a corridor which led to an elevator and stairwell. “I think we should work from the top down. I’m thinking of maybe having an office on the top floor.” said the Joker. He then looks at the small elevator and the heels that you were wearing. “You boys climb the stairs, whilst (y/n) and I take the elevator. We’ll meet you on the top floor.” your body froze and became rigid. The elevator didn’t even look like it could make the trip. The two goons began to race up the stairs as the Joker pressed the button to call the elevator down. 

You somehow managed to build up the courage to speak. “Boss, I think I’ll take the stairs.” A 'ding'  noise came from the elevator as it jerkily opened its doors. The Joker stepped inside and held onto the door, keeping them open. A faint chuckle escaped his lips. “I’ve been wanting to do more exercise so I can be ready for whatever a job throws at me.” you added. Which was partially true as you did want to get fitter. But the main reason was because you were nervous. The size of the elevator was small and there were a lot of levels that it would have to drag the both of you up. It did not look fit for purpose. 

The Joker turned around to face you. You trembled slightly as you could not tell if you were now more afraid of the elevator or the Joker’s reaction. There was a serious look on his face and his blue eyes pierced into your own. “I don’t believe that I was asking you whether or not you would like to use the elevator.” he said in a stern voice. You looked at him with pleading eyes but a frown remained on his face as if it was carved from stone. He pointed a finger directly at you and then to the ground, like he was commanding a dog to sit and stay.
You wanted to protest but you knew better. Rule number one for working with the Joker.  Never show him any of your weaknesses.  He’ll find a way to use it to blackmail you. 

You reluctantly walked forward, ducking under his arm which held the doors open. He turned around and pressed the button for the top floor, he glanced at you as his lips started to curl into a smile a little. He was pleased that he had won. The doors of the elevator slowly closed, squeaking as they did. With a jolt the elevator started to move up. You pressed a hand against the wall so you could steady yourself after the movement. The inside of it was even smaller than you thought. Relief began to flow through you as things were going smoothly. The Joker checked his watch as you knew he had a busy day planned. You felt awkward because of the silence and that you hadn’t really been alone with your boss like this before. The Joker glanced up at you again and opened his mouth as if he were about to speak. 

Suddenly, the elevator began to judder as it ground to a halt. You had not reached your floor yet. You both looked at the controls which were now dead. “Well, this looks like our stop.” the Joker laughed as he looked at the elevator controls and then pulled out his phone. You couldn’t even attempt to fake a smile. He started to call one of the goons to tell them of your current situation. He sounded angry which was understandable. Whilst he spoke, your mind began to wonder. That’s when the reality of what has happened hit you. 

You felt trapped in a tiny box that could easily fall apart. Your eyes start to frantically look around, trying desperately to focus on something, anything that would take your mind off of the current situation. It felt as if the walls were starting to close in. You knew deep down that they weren’t but you couldn’t convince your mind otherwise. A flash of panic began to course through your body. Quickly your cheeks flushed as the rest of the colour drained from your face. Your breathing started to become quicker and deeper.
Oh no not here, you thought to yourself. Please, not in front of him.

The Joker looked at the controls of the elevator whilst you covered your mouth with your hand, in attempt to muffle the sound of your irregular breathing. But you could not help it. Your breathing had started to become erratic as pure fear and panic flooded your mind. 
“Is. There. A. Way. Out?” you asked, each word being followed by a deep breath. Confused by the strange way you were talking, Joker turned to face you. His mischievous smirk dropped as he looked at you with concern filled eyes. 
“(Y/N) what’s wrong?” he asked. 

“Too… small” you replied in a voice no louder than a whisper. It was now all too much. You frantically clawed at the wall in poor attempt to steady yourself as your knees buckled. The Joker dashed forward. Enclosing an arm around your shoulder and the other around your waist as he supported your weight, gently bringing you down so you sat on the floor. 
The panic had now fully set in as you trembled in fear and gasped for air. Tears fell down your cheeks as your felt completely embarrassed. What a humiliating thing to happen in front of your boss, the King of crime. There was no longer any chance of you keeping your job if a silly thing like an elevator scared you. 

To your surprise, Joker knelt down in front of you, staring at you as he tried to assess the situation.  "Is there anything I can do to help?“ he asked eagerly. He looked completely lost and unsure. The hard exterior of your boss beginning to fade away. 
Looking at him apologetically you whisper "I’m… sorry" Unexpectedly,  he chuckled. Carefully he took your hands in his and using his thumbs, gently started to stroke them, which soothed you a little. 
After breathing irregularly for so long, you started to feel like you were very tired. 
”(Y/N)“ the Joker said in a loud tone, forcing your eyes open. "What colour are my eyes?" 
Your eyes focused on the blend of blues of his. How each shade mixed into the next. 
"They are… incredibly blue.” you answered, causing him to laugh. You smiled at his familiar laugh, you could tell it was genuine instead of his sarcastic one. 

Attempting to not let his worry show, he stared, examining you, as you still trembled and gasped for air. Smiling at you he stretched his arms out and around your shoulders. Gently scooping you towards him. You leant your head against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. Subconsciously you began to mimic his breathing, to slow down your own. 
Surprisingly you both stayed there contently, silently enjoying the unusual embrace. It all just seemed completely surreal. The psychopath who hardly ever spoke to you was now caring for your safety. 
“Thank you” you whispered, now in a much calmer tone. You could feel his chest rumble as the Joker chuckled. 

His phone vibrated in his trouser pocket. Glancing down at the screen he mumbled “finally”.  
The Elevator jolted into life once more, causing you both to jump.
“Let’s get ready to leave this death trap, shall we?” the Joker said with a grin as he stood up, trying to make light of the situation that had occurred. Reaching his arm down, he offered you a hand. Nervously you stood to your feet, with the Joker’s hands pulling you up. You both attempted to compose yourself, so that the goons did not suspect a thing. Grabbing a tissue from your pocket, you wipe the tears from your face whilst smoothing out the creases in your dress. Now stood side by side, you both glance at each other smiling. 

The doors to the elevator screeched open, revealing the two goons patiently waiting for you both on the other side. You rather quickly stepped out if the crumbling death trap. The Joker followed. 
He cleared his throat trying to sound tough and in charge again as he walked in front of you with the goons. “Let’s take a look at these rooms. I think that (Y/N) and I have now fully assessed the state of the elevator.”
Quietly you giggled to yourself causing the Joker to turn his head round and smile at you. Looking at his smiling face and reflecting of the events of today, your mind starts to wander. Maybe you were wrong about the Joker and perhaps your job wasn’t so bad after all. 


a/n: basically there is never enough fratboy!5sos so here I am contributing to this movement. i’m trying to get back into writing so feedback is highly appreciated to help me improve and give you the stories you guys want to read!  let me know if you want more of this because I’m thinking of making it a series…anyways enjoy

requested: no
word count: 3,802

Alpha Kappa Psi. You’d only been on the college campus for a few days now, but you’d already heard the name being tossed around by just about everybody you’d met. They were all talking about who was going to the fraternity’s “kick off the school year, goodbye summer!” party on Sunday. Even your roommate Mae was talking about it, how excited she was to finally meet some cute fraternity boys. According to those you’d talked to, Alpha Kappa Psi was not only well known for being home to some of the most competitive business majors at the university, it was also notorious for throwing the best parties.

Still, you were hesitant to go. It’s not that parties weren’t your thing. It’s just that, the idea of showing up to your first day of classes tired or potentially hungover was not the most appealing. And you didn’t really fancy the idea of grinding up against drunk, horny frat boys all night. Not to be pre-judgemental but they didn’t seem like the most respecting of types. You’d have to be careful.

However, after some careful persuasion on behalf of your roommate, you found yourself walking up the the front door of a very large, very daunting house that particular Sunday night. The party was already in full swing by the time you and Mae arrived. People were standing outside on the wrap around porch, drinking beer out of plastic cups, a few people were even passed out on the front lawn already. Music was blaring through the open windows and doors, the bass nearly making the house shake. Carefully stepping around a couple of boys sitting on the front steps, you managed to make it inside.

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After the Storm (Happy x Reader)

Who’s ready to cry? You can thank @thats-so-rhyan for that. This was her request and I’m not sure I can forgive you for making me feel all the feels! Rude, if you ask me.

Word Count: 2,003

Playlist: Red Lighter - SoMo

Originally posted by wakinguptheneighbours

A box of clothes
Some written notes
Is all I have left now
She closed the door
No turning back
This time it is clear now

It was a dreary day for California. One of those rare ones where the rain just wouldn’t stop. He wasn’t about to complain though. Rain was infrequent and he wasn’t in a position to grumble about something that didn’t hinder his riding 360 days of the year. The perks of living on the west coast. Seeing as he couldn’t go out on a ride, he’d settled in for cleaning out the garage. His OCD had been on a twinge the last while, and he couldn’t ignore the mess of the addition any longer. He propped open the inside door with an old shoe and went straight for the rolling sectional. He tugged on the yellow rope he tied around the handle and yanked it open. The wheels squealed, the bearings dry from being unused. The door rolled into the track overhead and rocked until it was settled.

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                                                      The Mark

Request: “Please do one with kylo x reader where whatever mark you get on your skin, your soulmate gets it too!”

A/N: So this is quite similar to my multi-part fic Soul Mate, but less dramatic and…well, you’d know if you read it. Thanks for the request, anon, here’s some bitch ass Kylo Ren for you! [GIF NOT MINE]

Warning: None.

Word Count: 2.7K+


Yet another long day had passed in Star Killer base, which also meant another restless night. If it wasn’t for the fact that your position under the First Order was ‘important’, you were sure you would have a much easier life. But this was the life you chose ever since you could remember–it wasn’t like you had a choice, actually, you were young and vulnerable and had no one. Anyone was better than no one. Thus, the First Order became your family. Of course, no one in said organization saw each other as family, maybe the troops that went into battle, but other than that…everyone else was just a mere pawn in a game of war. So there you sat alone on your couch, with nothing better to do thanks to your insomnia, knees pulled to your chest as your left index finger traced the mark in your palm.

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A Quick Summary of my HP Oneshots and Finished Multi-chapters

Oneshots: Draco/Harry or Blaise/Draco or love triangles between them

A Very Drarry Friday the 13th
[Draco/Harry] [FFN] [AO3]

“Your crush is now officially single again.” “I do not have a crush on the Weaslette! And, I wasn’t aware that I even had a crush!” “Well, you do have one. It’s Potter.” Draco was gleeful about Harry and Ginny’s breakup, because it’s natural to feel gleeful watching your rival fell out of a relationship. Or is that the actual reason? 6th year, AU without Voldemort returning.

After the Party
[Draco/Harry. Draco/Blaise. Flint/Wood.] [FFN] [AO3]

After the Quidditch-player-exclusive party hosted by Marcus Flint and Oliver Wood, Harry escorted a very drunk Draco back to the Slytherin dorm room and found Blaise Zabini waiting for Draco.

Long Gone and Moved On
[Draco/Harry. Blaise/Draco.] [FFN] [AO3]

Harry never realized his feelings for Draco, but when he finally does, it’s too late and now Draco belongs to Blaise.

Love Me If You Dare – Are You Game?
[Blaise/Draco] [FFN]

After Blaise first met Draco at the Malfoy’s annual Christmas Ball at age nine, they started a series of dares that were played throughout their entire life. Story from Blaise’s POV.

[Draco/Harry] [AO3]

Sixth year Drarry. Angst and bitterness and sexual tension and blood. Songfic based on the song All Fucked Up by The Amity Affliction.

Shoe Shopping
[Blaise/Draco] [FFN]

Muggle AU in which Blaise worked in a shoe shop. When Draco wanted to find a pair of new dress shoes to wear to his friend Harry and Hermione’s wedding, he might’ve found something more than a pair of shoes.

Other oneshots

A Happy Ending, Depending On Whom You Asked
[Harry/Pansy. Blaise/Luna.] [FFN]

“Have you ever thought of what it’ll be like after you killed the Dark Lord in some grand fashion? Is it really the happily ever after?” Pansy asked. “The original Ministry is better off gone. If there’s a way of using the Dark Lord to achieve that…” Blaise mused. “I think,” Harry said softly, “that I have a plan.” WARNING: DARK!Hansy & Bluna.

A Very Harry Potter Christmas
[Snape/Harry. Blaise/Draco.] [FFN]

Harry saved Snape during the Second Wizarding World, and Snape returned to Hogwarts teach potions in Harry’s eighth year. They began to feel awkward and unsure of their feelings toward each other, so Draco decided to intervene.

Diary, Souls, and Kisses
[Tom/Theo/Draco] [FFN]

“Curiosity killed the cat, haven’t you heard?” “Well, good thing that I’m not a cat.” “No, you’re cuter than a cat.” Theo’s little experiment got slightly out of hand, and he and Draco found themselves faced with the handsome, feline-like Tom Riddle. Triad: Tom/Theo/Draco. Slight dub-con, (though it’s only kissing).

[no pairing] [FFN]

His life was boring and his parents never allowed him to go out alone. One day, Draco decided to floo to Diagon Alley by himself and explore the streets alone when his parents weren’t home. It was an easy and fail-safe plan, or so he thought, before he got kidnapped by a mysterious Italian woman.

Motorcycle Road Trip (crossover with Millennium Trilogy)
[Theo/Lisbeth. Harry/Pansy. Sirius/Remus.] [FFN]

Theodore Nott had been dating Lisbeth Salander after a drunken night at a muggle bar, and after he let his best friend and her boyfriend meet Lisbeth, a discussion about her vintage style motorcycle turned into a road trip. Postwar AU. EWE. Sirius and Remus alive.

Of Halloween and Firewhiskey
[Harry/Pansy] [FFN]

Pansy Parkinson showed up as an unexpected guest at Halloween Party at Grimmauld Place. Harry was ready to kick her out, but the others coerced into giving her a chance, like they all did with Draco, Blaise, and Theo. Drunken Harry gave her a little more than that as the night goes on. Postwar Hansy. And other het & (future/potential) slash pairings.

Partial to Blonds (crossover with The Saga of Darren Shan)
[Blaise/Kurda] [FFN]

Blaise Zabini was partial to blonds, especially handsome guys with Slytherin cunning, beautiful blond hair, and an obsession over the Boy-Who-Lived. But when he met a cool, interesting blond vampire at a family party, he found someone he believed to be more perfect than Draco.

Second Chances
[Blaise/Theo. Draco/Luna. Pansy/Hermione.] [FFN]

Blaise had kept carefully neutral during the war, including severing his relationship with the son of a death eater. It had just been too dangerous. Now he watches Theo from across the bar as the man laughs with Draco Malfoy. How do you apologize for running when the love of your life needed you most? How do you ask for a second chance?

Something about Ginsy
[Pansy/Ginny] [FFN]

Pansy thought that all girls foolish enough to get involved with playboy Blaise Zabini didn’t deserve sympathy when he dumped them, because who hadn’t heard of Blaise’s reputation? But when she saw Ginny Weasley crying after her break-up with Pansy’s arsehole of a friend, it triggered something that resembled protectiveness inside Pansy.

Tattoos and Scars (crossover with Millennium Trilogy)
[Theo/Lisbeth. Pansy/Hermione.] [FFN]

When Theo Nott escaped to the Muggle world some time after the war, he didn’t know he would capture the attention of one the world’s best female hackers. Oh, and she seemed to have real cool looking tattoos, too, unlike him who only had scars he’d carved into himself after the war.

The Slug Club Party
[Blaise/Harry] [FFN]

Set in HBP. A story of what might have taken place at one of Slughorn’s party.

Finished Drarry multichapters

When Blaise and Hermione play Matchmaker
[Draco/Harry. Blaise/Hermione. Theo/Pansy. Lee/Luna.] [FFN] [AO3]

Albus Severus Potter never understood why potions Professor Draco Malfoy always gave him lots of detentions. When he told his best friend’s godfather Blaise Zabini about this, Blaise realized Draco might actually still have feelings for Harry Potter. Along with his girlfriend Hermione Granger, the two decided two help Draco and Harry get together.

Why Harry Asked Luna to Slughorn’s Christmas Party
[Draco/Harry. Blaise/Luna.] [FFN] [AO3]

Blaise wanted to know more about Luna, but he wasn’t familiar enough with her to ask her to Slughorn’s Christmas Party. However, he suspected he could get Harry Potter to bring her to the party. He knew how he could bargain with Potter, since Draco, Blaise’s best friend, was Potter’s current obsession (if current means “for the last five years”).

Other Finished Multichapters or Oneshot Series

And Then There Were None
[pairings: some combinations of the 10 characters listed below. All het pairings.] [FFN]

Draco, Blaise, Pansy, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Hannah, Ernie, Luna, Michael. 10 Hogwarts students received vacation invitations to an exotic, faraway island. One by one, they fell prey to murder. Apparently the killer was amongst them and not afraid to strike again. Only the dead were above suspicion … Rated M for Murders a tad too dark and Motives a tad too twisted.

Blaise Zabini Oneshots, A Collection
[All sorts of different het & slash & femslash pairings] [FFN]

Exactly what it sounds like - a collection of oneshots featuring Blaise Zabini (a.k.a my obsession). Each chapter will also include another main character along with him. Some will be romantic pairings, some will not. The goal is to try to feature as many different characters as the other main character in each chapter as possible. Will likely include slash & het & femslash.

Dark Necessities
[Blaise/Theo/Luna] [FFN]

Theo Nott was a model Death Eater and a rising star amongst the ranks. He completed his missions perfectly and gave insightful advice when the Dark Lord asked a question. Oh, and when he had free time, he enjoyed some wonderful sex with his Italian boyfriend and dreamy blonde girlfriend. Blunadore (or Thunaise if you prefer). Dark fluff. A series of oneshots in a Voldemort-ruled AU.

Breaking The Mold [Zianourry/Narry] 1/?

Summary: Niall gets shipped off to boarding school for being the world’s rowdiest omega (read: exaggeration) and he gets to room with four devastatingly handsome alphas (read: disaster). He’s not going to live through a week.

A.N.: This is what I’ve been working on instead of WTC. It’s a WIP and going to be a super long one shot but I just wanna know what you guys think of it so far!

So, Niall kind of hates his parents. Sure, he’s realized he isn’t the easiest child to take care of in the world but all his life he’s been told to sit still and be quiet and look pretty like a good omega should, sit there and wait for potential mates to come sweep him off his feet. Really, it was kind of stupid to expect Niall not to want to rebel. Sending him off to boarding school though? That is a serious overreaction.

And yet, his parents had packed his bags, shipped him off with a cheery Bon Voyage before Niall could even step through the door after classes that day. They hadn’t even given him a lift to the god damn train station, just a ticket and dry kiss against his forehead and, yeah, Niall kind of hates his parents. A lot.

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right back where we started from (california here we come)

Because I am re-watching Season 1 of The O.C., and I realized that there were too many awesome ways to make these characters fit into that world to not write this.

Fandom: The 100 (TV)

Characters: Octavia Blake/Lincoln, Bellamy Blake/Clarke Griffin, Wells Jaha/Raven Reyes, Finn Collins, John Murphy, Jasper Jordan, Monty Green, Abby Griffin, Jake Griffin, Thelonious Jaha, Harper, probably a ton of others too

Rating: Teen

Additional Tags: Alternative Universe - The O.C., Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - High School, Romance, Fluff, Angst, Drama, Humor, classic WB/CW teen shenanigans

Warnings: n/a

Summary: When troubled teen Octavia Blake comes to live with the Griffin family, worlds collide as she and her street-smart brother Bellamy become entangled in the posh lifestyle of the Griffins and their friends and neighbors. Drama, romance, and more than a few laughs ensue as these teen delinquents try and find out just where they fit in the world. Or, The O.C. AU no one asked for.

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That is a really frickin’ big house was Octavia’s first thought upon the car pulling into the long, barely-lit driveway. If you could even call a palace like this a house. It was eight times the size of the rundown two-bedroom ranch her family had briefly lived in when she was seven, and ten times larger than the barely-affordable apartment her brother and she had been calling home. Well, it had been home up until last week when she had gotten arrested for using a fake ID at a club (goddamn Jasper and his supposed ‘top of the line’ forger). So, the fact that she’d spent the last six nights in a juvenile detention cell no bigger than the fancy black car she was sitting in, and now she was going to be staying in this place, well, that was unbelievable.

“Home sweet home,” her public defender said from the driver’s seat, turning off the engine and shifting to look at her. Octavia snapped her gaze from the villa-style mansion to Jake Griffin’s kind face. It was the same expression he had worn when he had sat across from the table in the juvenile detention center visitors’ room that morning. Wearing a presumably expensive, sleek black suit and an even sleeker smile, he had told her he could get her charges down to a misdemeanor, meaning a fine and probation instead of jail time. He didn’t stop there, though, no. He went through her grades (just above average) and her behavior record (not stellar), but he had smiled upon seeing her SAT scores, telling her that she had potential and how important it was to think about her future. I’m on your side, he had said.

Octavia had scoffed at that, and at his talk of college and big dreams. Where I’m from, having a dream doesn’t make you smart, she had said. Knowing it won’t come true, now, that does. Despite her conviction, she almost winced after saying it, because it would break her brother’s heart to hear those words on her lips, not when he had tried so hard the last few years to make Octavia believe they could make it out of Chino. Bellamy still believed, for her, but she had given up that dream years ago, right around the time her mother had started trading sex for favors from her brother’s probation officer. It hadn’t gotten any better when her mother had died last year, leaving Bell and her to fend for themselves. The dream of rising past their background was best left in her childhood, along with her fairy spells and jungle games.

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anonymous asked:

Jikook where jimin is a lead singer in punk band and jungkook is a big fan ;---)

If all else fails, wear something embarrassing enough to catch his attention, scream his name, and hope for the best.

Jeon Jungkook’s Holy Rule Trio to get Your Favorite Band Member To Notice You

  1. Stalk the shit out of your favorite celebrity on the internet until you know all their schedules on their down days and you casually ‘bump into them’ and proceed on how to contain all your feels afterwards.
  2. Use all the money you have saved for college to get a backstage pass to one of their concerts, completely disregarding the fact that you will be an awkward fish when you meet the object of your affection in person.
  3. Be the first to yell on all their social media till they have no option but to notice.

But when it came to Park Jimin, things were not that simple.

“What is it now, Kookie? I’m in the middle of a movie marathon with Yoongi hyung.”

Jungkook sighs from the other end of the phone. “Tae, we need to figure out how to get Jimin to notice my existence as a human being and potential husband he will have four children with in the next four years.”

“I thought you said you have the Holy Rule Trio thing to help you out,” Taehyung says. He can’t for the life of him understand Jungkook’s obsession with that random underground performer Park Jimin.

Jungkook groaned into the speaker. “How can I stalk them if they don’t have any damn fan sites? They don’t even have ‘concerts’ I can get passes to. They perform whenever the local stages are free. Plus, they have no personal social media for me to stalk, so I’m basically a goner,” Jungkook grunts, flopping on his seat in front on the laptop. 

The many struggles of being in love with a guy who was yet to acknowledge you was new territory in Jungkook’s eyes.

“He’s in an underground band, Tae. They’re virtually internet unknown.”

Taehyung shrugs. “What do you want me to do about it? You called me to whine? Yoongi hyung is going to -”

“They’re performing underground tonight in-,” Jungkook glances at his watch. “Forty eight minutes. And I need you to help me get noticed.” Taehyung rolls his eyes, well aware Jungkook can’t see.

“Bye, Jungkook.”

There is a silence on the other end of the phone, and Taehyung knows Jungkook is probably pouting and likely to give Taehyung the silent treatment for a week if he actually did hang up now.

Alright fine, but you owe me like, a billion friendship points, Kookie,” is all he says but he grins because Jeon Jungkook in love was a first and Taehyung wouldn’t miss it for the world.


Everything about Park Jimin sets Jungkook on fire.

The underground scene was easily not popular, about fifty faces in the crowd, half of whom Jungkook had learnt to recognize, thanks to the fact that he came here so often for the sake of working up the courage to talk to a certain Park Jimin.

Jimin was on the shorter side, easily shorter than Jungkook at the very least. His dark bangs cover half his face, about eighty wrist bands on each arm, singing passionately to a small crowd of people that actually dug the underground scene like Jungkook did, extremely dark, thick eyeliner on his face that added to his overall punk rock aura.

Jungkook is head over heels for the boy that sang like an angel and looked like death and Jungkook is mesmerized.

It’s always too soon when the performance ends and Jimin says a polite ‘thank you for coming out’ into the mike with that shy smile that hurts all of Jungkook’s insides. He’s still in a daze when the people start dispersing around him and he’s so transfixed at where Park Jimin was standing on stage, it takes him a second to realize the figure of the actual Park Jimin advancing towards him.

“Shit, oh my god, it can’t be -”

“I remember you,” are the first words Jimin says and Jungkook yelps, frantically looking over his shoulder to give way to the person Jimin was actually addressing. Because Park Jimin couldn’t possibly remember Jungkook. No bloody way.

“M-me?” Jungkook squeaks pathetically after the realization dawns on him that yes, Park freaking Jimin was talking to Jungkook by choice. Jimin grins and Jungkook nearly has a seizure.

“Yeah. You’re one of the only people who comes out to every one of our shows,” he says and Jungkook blushes and looks at his shoes because of course, this was the moment he chose to forget what words were.

Jimin leans into Jungkook’s ear and Jungkook’s breath hitches.

“But do you really have to wear that? The guys won’t stop making fun of me,” Jimin whispers, jerking a thumb at the band and Jungkook glances down at what Taehyung had got him to wear after much convincing.

PARK JIMIN’S NUMBER ONE FAN’ was spelt over Jungkook’s once plain white tee in red marker along with flaming red pants and a flashy snap back to match. Jungkook would be the first to admit that he wouldn’t be caught dead wearing something like this, let alone in public, but Taehyung had assured him there was ‘no way Jimin could miss you if he were drunk and blinded in one eye’.

Jungkook couldn’t complain. It had worked, after all.

“I, uh,” Jungkook mumbles out over the wolf whistles of Jimin’s band members from the background as Jimin hushes them by flipping them off.

“Look, I’ll make you a deal. Lose the sappy shirt and we’ve got ourselves a date. Think of it as an exchange,” Jimin says, ticking his finger between the two of them. Jungkook almost falls backwards. It takes every ounce of his dignity not to, and to reply with any semblance of a straight face.

“A date?” Jimin gives him one clear nod, wiggling his eyebrows. Jungkook struggles to maintain composure over the growing euphoria in his chest.

“But you seriously remember me?” Jungkook asks at last, trying not to sound to hopeful. The band members at the back toss cheers every once in a while as they pack of their equipment. Jimin snorts.

“You’re way too hot for your own good, you know,” Jimin says, huffing. “It’s kind of hard to forget a face like yours.”

Jungkook considers getting that tattooed on his forehead.

Jungkook probably should trash this shirt now anyway, he thinks, walking on air with Jimin’s number in his back pocket. ‘Number 1 Fan’ might change to ‘Boyfriend’ and he’ll be damned if Jungkook isn’t willing to make that change personally.


Jeon Jungkook’s (New & Improved) Rules to get Your Favorite Band Member To Notice You

  1. Stalk the shit out of your favorite celebrity on the internet until you know all their schedules on their down days and you casually ‘bump into them’ and proceed on how to contain all your feels afterwards.
  2. Use all the money you have saved for college to get a backstage pass to one of their concerts, completely disregarding the fact that you will be an awkward fish when you meet the object of your affection in person.
  3. Be the first to yell on all their social media till they have no option but to notice.
  4. If all else fails, wear something embarrassing enough to catch his attention, yell like crazy in the crowd, and hope for the best.

PS. Try not to faint when Jimin kisses you on your first date. Or become Taehyung’s slave for helping you go out with the guy you worship. Optional clauses, of course.