as you guys must have guessed by now

anonymous asked:

whats your opinion on that /other/ attractive male pokemon professor? yknow, the one that speaks baguette? oui oui omelette du fromage ect ect

Look, is there some secret club for these professor guys?? How do they all know each other?!

Anyways, Sycamore’s pretty cool. I guess.

Took me to buy a few new shirts out in the city the first night I got to Lumiose. (And have you BEEN to Lumiose?! One’a those stupid shirts was more than I made in two months back in Alola! The guy must be loaded!) I got like a whole new wardrobe now. It’s crazy.

Never mind that I could barely understand a word he was sayin’. And the cologne on him was so strong I almost suffocated.

Past Life

A Shawn Mendes one shot.

Request from @alone-in-madness : Shawn and you are in a party and end up talking, you were instantly atrackted to each other and probably falling in love and you kiss, the kiss is steamy, passionate like they were waiting an entire life to kiss each other. You can continue 💕🙌🤗😘 **

The music was loud enough for me to feel the rumble of the bass in my feet as I walked through the party in search of my friend, weaving through all the drunk neighbourhood kids that had come out that night. I was fairly drunk myself, feeling the fog clouding over my brain. Eventually I found my friend Laurel by the fireplace talking to someone who had their back turned to me.

“Have you been drinking enough water?” I said, interrupting whatever Laurel was saying to drunkenly make sure she was okay. Laurel turned to me and laughed in disbelief.

“Yeah, Y/N. Have you?” She asked. I engulfed her in a hug of relief.

“That’s so good to hear, Laurel. Also, um, probably not. I’m very drunk.” I replied. Laurel laughed, making me shrug nonchalantly.

“I can see that. Y/N, this is Shawn.” Laurel said, gesturing to the stranger she was talking to. I turned to him and had to blink a few times to register that the guy in front of me wasn’t just attractive because I was drunk, but because he was genuinely attractive. He half smiled and let out a small laugh.

“Hi, Y/N.” he said. My brows furrowed for a moment as I continued looking at him.

“You’re that singer guy, right? I knew you lived in town and everybody always talks about you but to be honest I don’t really listen to your music.” I said. Laurel and Shawn both laughed, and my eyes widened. “That sounded mean! I’m so sorry!” I cried, putting my hands on Shawn’s firm shoulders. He was warm and solid, and his laugh was light as he shook his head.

“You don’t have to listen to my music, it’s alright. Do you want some water, Y/N? Let’s go get you some, alright?” He said, ducking to look me in the eyes, glancing at Laurel for approval. He was so much taller than me, and his eyes were kind. Laurel laughed again and put her hand lightly on my shoulder.

“Thanks, Shawn. Let me know if she’s too much trouble. It was nice talking to you.” She said, brushing by into the crowd. Shawn raised his big hand in a wave, then guided me towards the kitchen with that hand expanded over the small of my back.

“You alright?” He asked as we got into the kitchen. It was significantly quieter, with only a few people. I nodded and smiled at Shawn, who returned the gesture, holding eye contact for a moment before moving to the fridge to grab a bottle of water and handing it to me. I thanked him and took a big sip of it, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand afterward and hiccuping. Shawn’s smile grew at the sound of my hiccups.

“What!” I protested, my laughter being interrupted by more hiccups. Shawn just laughed and leaned on the counter beside me, shaking his head.

“Your hiccups are really cute.” He said, grinning at me. His cheeks were flushed red, making me smile wider.

“You’re really cute.” I replied. The tips of his ears went red this time, and he looked away. I hoisted myself up on the countertop and took another sip of water. “What are you doing here, anyway? Shouldn’t you be partying with Miley Cyrus or someone instead of us?” I asked. Shawn leaned on his side to face me, laughing.

“I’m friends with the guy who lives here. Also, I have yet to party with Miley Cyrus, for the record.” He replied. I hummed, unsatisfied with his answer.

“Pickering isn’t that big. Weird that I never met you before.” I said. Shawn smiled still.

“We’re meeting now. I guess it was bound to happen, right?” I returned the smile.

“Is it nice to be back?” I asked. Shawn laughed lightly at how my brain was switching topics so quickly.

“It is. I wish I could be back more often.” He admitted.

“You must miss it. You’re my age, aren’t you? 18?” I asked. Shawn nodded in response. “I couldn’t imagine being away all the time at 18. I’m still a kid.” I sighed, leaning my head back against the cupboard. Shawn laughed.

“So am I. I mean, I love everything about what I’m doing, but a lot of people forget that I’m only 18. I like being home and being able to act my age.” He replied. I smiled wider.

“Getting drunk at a house party and wooing some girl with the whole rockstar thing?” I laughed. Shawn blushed.

“I’m not trying to woo you with the whole rockstar thing.” He defended.

“I never said you were trying to, but you are anyway. Come on, regular teenager, let’s go dance.” I said, hopping off the counter and grabbing his hand. I could hear Shawn laughing over my shoulder as I lead him to the living room where people were dancing. His laugh was airy, boyish, child-like, and it made me feel fuzzy for a reason that wasn’t the alcohol in me.

Shawn and I danced for what could’ve been forever, but I don’t think Shawn nor I were aware of the passing of time. We were just having pure, unadulterated fun. His dance moves were hilarious and awful, so I tried to teach him a few but he failed miserably. It just made it more endearing. We seemed to keep getting closer and closer, like the reeling in of a tether, until his fingers dug into my waist and my body pressed against his. He smelled warm yet fresh, and enticing. I could feel his breath on my neck. I wanted to get closer.

Eventually, needing room to breathe, Shawn led me out the back door to the patio. With the door closed behind us and nobody in the backyard because of the cool April night, things were quiet. The music was muffled behind us. The sky stretched above us. Our lungs filled with fresh, cold air that left in plumes floating to the dark.

“It’s so peaceful.” I whispered, feeling the need to break the quiet as little as I could. Shawn smiled at me, and I returned it before closing my eyes, focusing on the breeze against my cheeks. I only opened them again when I felt Shawn’s hand interlace my own timidly. He smiled shyly when I caught his eye, and held his gaze. “Did we really just meet a few hours ago?”

Shawn smiled. “I think so. It feels differently though.” He replied just as quietly.

“Maybe we knew each other in a past life.” I mused, making Shawn laugh lightly.

“That would make sense.” He said, pausing. “I’ve always thought I was a deer in my past life.”

I smiled. “I always thought I was a doe.” Shawn laughed airily, close enough for my to feel it. His hand played delicately with mine.

“That would make sense too.” He whispered, his nose brushing mine. My senses were overwhelmed by him, my only focus being on his lips and his breathing.

I was the one to close the distance and meet his lips. His lips pressed to mine in one long kiss before he pulled away and moved his hands to my waist and pulled me against him, my hands instinctively resting on his chest as we kissed again, our mouths open. My hands roamed up to the back of his neck where I threaded my fingers in his hair. I tugged gently and got a breathy moan from Shawn, making me smile into the kiss. My smile made Shawn smile, and he turned us so I was pressed against the bannister of the porch. His lips moved to behind my ear and then down, sucking hickies above my collar bone and raising small noises from me. He smiled against my neck and moved back to my lips, hand sliding down to cup my bottom.

“Y/N?” He breathed against my lips. I hummed in response, too engulfed in his taste to focus on the fact that he was trying to say something to me. “I- have a- confession.” He said between kisses. I pulled away in confusion and searched his eyes.

“What is it?” I asked. Shawn’s swollen lips spread into a grin.

“I may have been trying to woo you with the whole rockstar thing. Just a little bit.” He admitted. I laughed and kissed him again.

“Don’t worry. It worked.”

Me: What’s your type?

Friend: Ummm I don’t know.

Me: You must have a type.

Friend: I guess I like guy’s who are taller than me

Me: Anything else?

Friend: Maybe guy’s who look badass

Me: Now we are getting somewhere

Friend: Do you have a type?

Me: Mmm, I like girls with long hair

Friend: Be more specific

Me: Katie McGrath specific or?

Friend: Seriously?


Originally posted by haulet

Me: How could you not?

What went down in Copycat
  • Alya: I think it's time you called Adrien
  • Marinette: HE MUST NEVER KNOW
  • Alya: you mean about your crush on him? or about some deep and incredibly plot-relevant secret that you're keeping from everyone?
  • Marinette: um...the first one? bc I defs don't have any secrets
  • Alya: yeah I think he already knows you have a crush on him
  • Alya: and probs your secret too honestly
  • Alya: I think we all know about that
  • Marinette: oh come on lemme just call him already
  • Phone: hello you've reached Adrien Agreste, fashion disaster extraordinare, and I think you're stunningly gorgeous
  • Marinette: AAAAAAAAH
  • Phone: psyche, this is his auto-responder, just leave your message now
  • Phone: message saved!
  • Marinette: HE MUST NEVER KNOW
  • Alya: for once I agree
  • Marinette: imma steal his phone
  • Alya: you're gonna what now
  • Marinette: it's what I do best
  • Alya: kk well imma go to this ceremony thing where they're gonna unveil that statue of you
  • Alya: yeah you're defs keepin that secret identity hidden from everyone
  • Adrien: *is cool and has a sword*
  • Plagg: you have one new message!
  • Adrien: lemme listen to it
  • Plagg: oh it's not recorded
  • Plagg: I answered the phone and pretended to be your auto-responder
  • Adrien: well who was it and what did they say?
  • Plagg: it was Marinette basically just being herself
  • Adrien: gotcha
  • Plagg: shouldn't we go to the statue thing
  • Adrien: yep! Plagg, catify me!
  • Chat Noir: *allons-y's himself over to the park*
  • Théo: hey Chat Noir where's Ladybug?
  • Chat Noir: defs on a date with me
  • Théo: um what
  • Chat Noir: you can kiss your chances with her goodbye
  • Théo: I didn't even—
  • Théo: that was weird
  • Théo: anyway I'm sure she's doing something very important
  • Tikki: which one
  • Marinette: ALL OF THEM
  • Tikki: I think maybe you should calm down
  • Tikki: here I found the phone now calm down!
  • Tikki: ok how are you gonna do that
  • Marinette: *spikes phone into the ground*
  • Tikki: I guess that works
  • Chat Noir: well she didn't show up so she defs loves me more than you
  • Théo: why are you going on about th—
  • Théo: fine imma go get akumatized I guess
  • Hawkmoth: hey Théo do you wanna replace that guy
  • Théo: that guy?
  • Hawkmoth: that guy
  • Théo: why would I wanna be that guy
  • Hawkmoth: idk maybe you could steal valuable artworks?
  • Théo: ok I guess
  • Copycat: *steals the Mona Lisa*
  • Roger: ok officers listen up
  • Roger: so Chat Noir's stolen a painting and this is definitely him and there's nothing suspicious about it despite his past behavior not matching this in the slightest
  • Roger: so here's our foolproof plan
  • Roger: when he shows up and says the cat burglar was an imposter imma pretend to believe him
  • Roger: and then imma lead him to where the painting was
  • Roger: and imma trip the alarm to close the gate and trap him in there
  • Roger: and then I'll leave him unsupervised because he defs doesn't have any powers that could break through a metal gate
  • Roger: and that's how we'll capture him bc this is the best possible plan
  • Chat Noir: I'm standing right here
  • Roger: oh hey Chat Noir! you wanna see the site of the burglary
  • Chat Noir: I was gonna be cooperative but you just said you're planning to trap me so instead imma run away
  • Roger: chase after him! with helicopters!
  • Chat Noir: *evades helicopters*
  • Ladybug: *calls Chat Noir*
  • Chat Noir: so just a hunch but the akumatized villain is probs that sculptor guy who said he was gonna go get akumatized
  • Ladybug: kk where you at
  • Chat Noir: I must face him alone
  • Ladybug: ok but here's a better idea
  • Ladybug: what if you face him alone but with backup from me
  • Chat Noir: oh yeah that's way better and I probs won't die now
  • Copycat: HEY GUYS
  • Chat Noir: I guess the cat's out of the bag
  • Copycat: dammit! I was just about to say that! stop stealing my puns
  • Chat Noir: stop stealing my identity
  • Copycat: ok that's a valid piece of criticism and now imma beat you up
  • Ladybug: and imma beat up both of you!
  • Chat Noir: what really?
  • Ladybug: jk no, I have no spoons for this fight
  • Ladybug: lucky charm!
  • *spoon happens*
  • Ladybug: correction, I have one spoon for this fight
  • Copycat: you can't beat me with a spoon!
  • Ladybug: *beats him with a spoon*
  • Ladybug: bye bye little butterfly
  • Chat Noir: no that one's him this is me
  • Ladybug: whoops
  • *beats the actual Copycat with a spoon*
  • Ladybug: bye bye little butterfly
  • Alya: so Marinette do you still have Adrien's phone
  • Marinette: yeah it's here. and there. and there.
  • Alya: you spiked it into the ground, didn't you
  • Marinette: mebbe
  • Alya: well I'm sure he'll defs date you now
  • Adrien: *defs dates her*
  • Alya: WHAT
What You Do To Me part I (Park Chanyeol x Reader)

*This is my very first time writing! I hate reading and literature but I was just feeling it so why not? Please read and give me tips and advice. I’d like to turn this into a series. Please reblog and like so I know I’m doing well 💖 enjoy!

Description: What happens when you’re a 21 year old bag designer and meet Park Chanyeol who you’ve been stanning your whole life at Fashion Week?

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 1864

Shuffling in my comforter on my king-sized bed while my alarm went off, I let out a groan. I reached over to my phone on the left nightstand and my hand just happened to miss it pushing it right off onto the marble floors of my apartment. The alarm was still going off and I let out another groan as I prayed that nothing had cracked. I manage to slide out of the comfy sheets and grab the device from the ground to shut off the loud morning call. The sun had barely risen, so why was I up so early? As much as I wanted to spend another 15 minutes in bed, I knew I couldn’t. Today was an important day for me and my career. I looked over to my right nightstand and saw a small envelope decorated with gold leaf and vintage flowers. I pulled out the piece of cardstock from it and in bold letters it read, “You have been invited to the S/S 2017-2018 CHANEL Show @ New York Fashion Week.” It had more information regarding the event and featured designers. I read every single word until something caught my eyes. At the bottom of the invitation I read, “Seat: A116”. Row A. I was going to sit in Row A of Section 1 in seat 16. Only the best of the best in this industry were seated here. This was the section where top bloggers, top designers, and top celebrities chilled as mannequin-like figures strut down the runway. I had only turned 21 about three weeks ago, so how did someone as young as me get one of the best seats at Fashion Week?


“Designer y/n will be the Hottest Handbag Designer of 2017”, I read off the article in excitement as all my friends and families congratulated me. I never went to design school or took professional lessons, but I had made a successful debut as a handbag designer. My aesthetics were appealing to many people. It was the perfect mix of hard and soft, feminine and edgy, cool and dark. Everyone loved it. This included Beyonce. My work was beautiful and modern. Beyonce tweeted my work and even asked for a handbag for herself, which I definitely did not refuse. Ever since then, I’ve been blowing up as the next big thing of 2017.

This was my first appearance at a major event. My work was being recognized and I deserved a spot here. I would be able to make create so many connections and opportunities for myself in this industry. Focusing back to my first priority, which was to make yourself a nice warm cup of green tea, I put down the invitation and scrambled out of the bedroom. Quickly starting up the water on the stove, I ran to wash my face and brush my teeth. After, I came back to finish making my cup of tea and headed back to my bedroom. I sat down at my vanity and wondered how I was going to do my makeup. Feathery brows and a dewy base was the trend so I decided on that. Before I started, I pulled the curtains away so I could do my makeup in natural lighting. I had bad experiences with looking too orange after doing my face in bad lighting. As I did my makeup, I listened to whatever was playing on my favorite station on Spotify, which was in no doubt, EXO. I was the biggest fan of them, especially Chanyeol. I admired how talented he was. I mean, SM though, right? Right when I was about to attempt Chen’s highnote in Monster, the music stopped. My phone rang in the familiar ringtone of EXO’s debut song and I picked up. It was my best friend, f/n. “Hey! Did you hear?” she exclaimed. “No, what? Why are you so excited so early?” - “I just heard something and you won’t believe it” - “okay, and?” I replied with confusion. “Okay so you know my friend Marco. He works with the organizers of Fashion Week and gave me a peek at the guest list in your section. Oh my god I’m going to die. EXO is seated right next to you in seats A117-A120.” I couldn’t believe it. EXO, who I had been following from the very beginning in 2012 was going to be at Fashion Week. Seated right next to me. How was this possible? I was honestly going to lose your shit. Just how was I going to introduce myself and act? Am I gonna be lame and ask for an autograph and picture. That’s not lame, is it? Too many thoughts were running through my mind at the moment and found everything hard to process right now. I finished the call with f/n and finished my makeup as calmly as possible. 5 minutes later, I still haven’t calmed down my shit yet. Well, a little bit. I pulled out an outfit from my closet. It was a ruffled blouse in the color of crimson. Along with it, was a pair of flared culottes that defined my waist in a beautiful nude color. It was the perfect length for my petite body that stood at 5’0”. I quickly styled my hair into loose waves that framed my face perfectly. Time was passing quicker than I remembered so I packed my little nude clutch, threw on my outfit, a pair of single-strap heels and I was out the door.

Thank god I lived in the Big Apple because 5 minutes after i arrived, lines got real long. I showed my invitation to the two overly buff men at the entrance and entered the venue. It was nothing like I’ve ever seen before. It was dim and there were people from all industries. Oh yeah, celebrities. Celebrities were EVERYWHERE. EXO was nowhere to be seen (yet) so I managed to stay calm. It was awkward not having anyone I know to keep me company considering I was new to this world. I stood in the corner like a plant not knowing what to do. I checked my phone and it displayed “12:46 PM.” The show didn’t start until one so I was stuck with no one to talk to for the next 14 minutes. But that was a lie. A lady who looked in her early 30’s came towards me. She was chic and had a perky personality. She introduced herself as a journalist from Vogue and wanted to interview me. I was more than happy to and answered all her questions perfectly. It was just the right timing because the show was going to start any minute now. I shuffled around to my spot and man, I felt incredible. Front row seats, where I would get the best view. I was on top of the world, until I saw a large shadow overcast me. The large figure took a seat and I recognized who it was right away. EXO. EXO was seated right next to me. In fact, Park Chanyeol was seated right next to me. I might’ve stared for too long because Chanyeol turned to greet me. I greeted back and tried to focus on the show. My face was growing as red as my blouse. Was Chanyeol going to notice? Oh god, he smells wonderful. He was so close to me, I knew I was going to lose my shit. But i’m an adult, so I didn’t. The show started and I was able to relax more into my seat. I totally had forgotten about the beautiful being that was seated next to me. I enjoyed all collections that came out on that runway and I knew I was going to be invited to more shows. At the end, everyone stood and applaud the closing. It took about five minutes for everyone to settle down and continue on with whatever they planned to do for the rest of the day. EXO was getting up from their seats and greeting people. Are they going to leave? Am I going to ask for a picture? Should I just introduce myself? I couldn’t make up my mind as my phone suddenly rang. Oh my god, Mama was playing from my phone right now. And I was too shock to turn it off. Chanyeol immediately turned to me hearing the familiar song. He gives me probably the most angelic smile I’ve ever seen and he was hella tall. He towered over me but I didn’t look like a midget thanks to my 4-inch heels. The only thing I could say was “It’s my ringtone”. Of course I stuttered it, but it came out in korean so that was a plus. “You speak korean?” Chanyeol asks. I thank the lord for letting me study korean because they were finally coming into use. I answer shyly yes and Chanyeol was more than excited to talk to me. “A-ah Annyeonghaseyo. My name is y/n. I’m a handbag designer.” Unconsciously, I hand him my business card. He takes it from my fingers and says, “Ah! I’ve heard about you. I’m a fan. It’s amazing how far you’ve come considering your age.” He just said he was my fan “I’m a huge fan of you too! You have no idea how long I’ve been following you gu-” I cut myself off, too embarrassed to continue. Now, my face was really blowing up. Chanyeol lets out a small laugh. He leads a small talk with me until one of the other members nudge him that they must leave now. “How long are you guys staying?” I quickly asked. Chanyeol replied, “We’re leaving tonight. But please come to Korea and watch our shows sometime!” I gladly nod and wave goodbye to him. I guess he wasn’t expecting just a wave because he came in to give me a light hug. And like that, he disappeared into the crowd, leaving me stranded in row A of Section 1 with my fastly beating heart.


Resting on the couch, I scrolled through all the articles about me at Fashion Week. There were tons of them. Apparently, I had been one of the favorite outfits of the bloggers. A plus for that! As much fun as the show was, I couldn’t forget about Chanyeol. Why would he hug me when he barely knew me? Wouldn’t all the other fans come after me if they knew? I was more than familiar with this crazy fandom and there are some crazy lunatics. But still. Why didn’t he just settle with a wave? Are koreans that open? I thought they didn’t like skinship. Once again, my heart was beating extremely quick. I decide to close my eyes and rest my mind. Not even 20 seconds had pass when I get an instagram notification. I look at the screen and my jaw dropped wide open. “(y/insta/n): real_pcy liked your photo” I was losing brain cells because this wasn’t being processed into my mind either. My phone dings again with another notification. “(y/insta/n): real_pcy sent you a message” And I lost my shit again.

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Please Don’t Run Away... (John Laurens x Reader)

    So Imma be posting more frequently since valentines day is around the corner so expect more fanfictions to pop up. Also a lot of them are going to be fluffy because again, valentines day, I want you guys to have some noice af material. I’m also going to be making a masterlist soon so you can look through all the fanfics easily! Anyway enough with the stuupid announcements lets get this shit started.

   Era/Time: Modern

   Angst/Fluff/Smut: A littel bit of angst with some fluff sprinkled in.

   Pairing: John Laurens x Reader

    Warnings: Self doubt? Anxiety but nothing too bad I promise.


    John knew something was wrong… You hadn’t been yourself in a while. You were usually a generally happy person. Of course, just like everyone else, you have pitfalls but… This one was different. You just didn’t seem to bounce back like you usually do.

   You’ve been like this for three months. John still doesn’t know whats bothering you. You used to tell him everything. Now you avoid talk to him, no, you just try to avoid him generally as much as you can. It’s been starting to get to him too, he has know been wondering if you hate him.

   One night you saw him sitting by himself in the living room. He didn’t notice you. He was mumbling to himself and he had visible tear stains on his cheeks. You got closer to him… Not close enough for him to notice you, but close enough for you to hear what he was mumbling.

   “Why won’t they talk to me…?” John whimpered to himself. “Did I do something for them to hate me?” Your heart broke hearing him say these things. “(y/n) why won’t you talk to me…?” He whispered, barely audible to you. Tears stung you eyes.

   You backed away as he continued to mumble to himself. You caused this. Due to the fact that you were to insecure to bother him about your feelings, caused you to drag him down with you.

   After about an hour of thinking you finally made up your mind. You were going to run away. Out of his life, out of everyone’s life. You wrote him a note then started to pack a bag, consisting of only the bare minimum. You walked into the living room, seeing that John had cried himself to sleep.

   The sight of him, laying on the couch with tear stains on his cheeks, by which you caused, made your heart break even more.You set the note down next to him on the table, as well as your keys to the apartment you two used to share.

   Tears streamed down your face as you placed a very soft kiss onto his forehead before fishing your phone out of your pocket and turning it off. You then headed out the front door, closing it as softly as your could, careful not to wake John. You got in your car and drove away after sitting in the driveway for a minute or two.

    —-The next morning in John’s POV—-

    I woke up to a note from (y/n). Maybe they went out to grab some stuff from a store or something. Boy was I wrong.

   The note read- “Dear John, I have left for good. I’ve cuased you too much pain and for that I can never forgive myself. The best thing I can do for you and our friends is to leave. Go away… Far away. Never to bother you or our friends again. No I’m not going to kill myself if that is what you are thinking. Just think of it as though I had to move away. I love you, and I will always love you… Never forget that. XOXOXO honey. Sincerely your beloved, (y/f/n) (y/l/n).”

   My heart dropped to my stomach as I finished reading the letter. I immediately tried to call them, but it went straight to voicemail. Their phone must be off. “Shit, shit, shit, shit!!” I yell running a hand through my hair. I ended up calling the hamilsquad, hoping that they could help me find (y/n)

   “What do you mean they ran away?!” Alex asked, obviously surprised and concerned by the news. Laf and Herc also looked surprised and sad. “Guys I’m scared… What if they hurt themselves?” I whimper out. “I guess we’ll just have to find them before that happens now won’t me mon amie?” I hear Laf whisper as he puts a hand on my shoulder. I looked up at Alex and Herc and they both nodded, giving me a small smile.

   We ended up contacting a lot more people. We contacted the Schylur sisters, George Washington, my adoptive father ho had taken a particular liking to (y/n), and even Jefferson and Madison were concerned. Burr also tagged along… We needed as much help as we can get.

     —-Time skip forward a couple days of you and them driving. Back in second POV—-

   You stopped at a motel in Ohio, needing another break from driving. You sat in your room, on your bed, ordered some pizza and decided to turn on your phone to delete all your contacts and reminisce on the pictures in your phone. Right after your phone fully booted up, thousands of texts flooded your phone. They were all from the people looking for you. You slightly regretted running away but at this point in time it was probably the best for everyone.

   They would find someone to take your spot, and then everyone would be happy again. Well everyone besides you.

    You made a mistake by turning your phone on. For the amount of time your phone was one, everyone was able to get your location using the GPS on your phone. Turns out that they were only a few hours from you.

     —-Time skip—-

    You sat in your room, when you suddenly heard a knock on your door. Not thinking much of it, imaging it was only like maintenance or something you opened the door without looking out the peep hole. You immediately came face to face with a large group of concerned friends who you though you ran away from.

    “(y-y/n)….” You heard John whisper as tears welled up in your eyes. You went to close the door when Jefferson stopped you from doing so.

   “I-I… G-guys… “ Was all you managed to choke out before Peggy, Angelica, and Eliza all tackle hugged you. “Please don’t ever think you are a bother to us (y/n)…” Peggy whispered to you hugging you tighter.

   You tried to say something but all you managed out was a strangled sob. You ended up just crying into the Schylur sisters shoulders hugging them as tightly as you could, without squeezing them too hard. Soon after, everyone joined in as John placed kisses all over your face neck and chest.

   “Please don’t run away, oh please don’t run away…”

It’s dangerous (Pt.1)

Genre: Honestly who fucking knows (Angst/fluff)

Pairing: Mafia!Jungkook X reader (Ik it’s been a lot of Jungkook lately but ppl keep requesting him and I’m a people pleaser so fuck it)

Fandom: BTS

Words: 2k

Summary: Getting kidnapped by a hot guy and going to a house filled with more hot guys wasn’t the first thing you planned to do on the way home. Jungkook tried to make you feel comfortable since it was a misunderstanding but letting you not go home wasn’t the most settling thing. 

Warnings: Kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome, violence, and explicit language

Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4

Originally posted by bangts

You were standing on the subway, looking down at your phone. There you were endlessly scrolling down the dashboard of your blog. An announcement over the intercom goes off with pleasant voice saying the name of your stop. When the subway finally made it’s stop you walked out onto the platform. It was a tiring day and you couldn’t wait to just go home and lay down. When you got to the street, you starting to get this weird feeling someone was staring at you. You self consciously looked around to see someone in the far distance. He had his face covered by his hood Maybe you were just being paranoid for no reason? Then again you started to think about the rising crime rates that seemed to be happening in your city. You remembered the trick to see if someone is following you is to keep making left turns until you come back in a circle. One turn, he was still there. Second time, he was still there. This was starting to get really unsettling. On the third left turn before you could check to see if he was there something came down and covered your face. You struggled but felt someone holding you down. A small pinch of what you assumed was a needle was being pressed into you. Within a few seconds you blacked out. 

“Who the hell is she, Jungkook?? God, I should have known better than to send you to do something like this.” A voice, complained.

You opened your eyes to see two very attractive guys arguing. When you tried to move you realized your hands were bind behind your back.

“Huh? Boss, I think she’s awake. What do we do?”

“You figure it out. You’re the one who kidnapped the wrong girl.” Namjoon snapped.

Jungkook came walking over to you, getting down one knee. You flinched, afraid of what was going on.

“Who the hell are you?! What am I doing here? Please don’t kill me, I really can’t die right now. I haven’t done anything i’ve wanted to do yet. I’ve just been wasting my life doing a job I hate and going home alone all the time-”

He put his hand over your mouth. “I get it. You can stop.”

He could feel you shaking and actually started to pity you.

“I’m not going to kill you…that I know of. Look, I wasn’t even supposed to bring you here but it was dark and I thought you were someone else. Problem is…You now know what we look like. I can’t have the cops coming here or my boss will literally have my head.”

He moves his hand slowly off your mouth and brushes his thumb against your lips.

“Lucky for me you’re pretty. How about you agree to work here and sleep here until I know I can trust you? Hmm? I’ll promise not to hurt you.”

You blushed. “You think I’m going to trust someone I don’t know? Are you an idiot??”

He sighed. “Watch your mouth, princess. Remember your life is in my hands? Now i’m gonna let your hands go but you can’t try to run.”

You nodded, just wanting the tight zip-ties off your wrists. Jungkook pulled the knife from his pocket and cut you lose. 



He smiled. “It’s not that I want to hurt you. Trust me, I don’t but I have to take care of the rest of my gang.”

“Gang?” You asked, still not really knowing what this place was.

“Yeah. This is the “hide out” for our gang. We’re a part of the mafia. The plan was to kidnap this girl who was the heir to her family’s money and get the ransom. I was sent a picture of her and everything. From the back you guys look almost the same…but I guess now it does make sense since I followed you onto a subway.”

“I definitely don’t have the money you’re looking for and I don’t really have anyone who’d put out a ransom award for me either.” you mumbled

Jimin stood in the doorway. “Don’t you think you’re telling her too much?”

When you looked over at him your eyes met. Damn, what the hell was this gang? It seems like the requirement for joining is to be as hot as possible. Jimin smiled, noticing you staring.

“I guess she is cute.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes. “Back off. You already have a girlfriend.”

Jimin scoffed. “HAD. She dumped me remember? For sleeping with that girl…even though it wasn’t much of a choice. It’s kind of my job.”

Your eyes widened. “You’re a prostitute?”

Jungkook burst out laughing. “Basically.”

Jimin crossed his arms. “I am not! I don’t always have sex with clients we just had a long term agreement. Someone has to make negotiations in this group and if they are willing to give us whatever just for me to sleep with them, that’s fine! You should be thanking me. We wouldn’t have half of this shit without me.”

Jungkook stood up and held a hand out to you. “Come on. I’m gonna show you around. Ignore Jimin.”

You stood up, taking his hand. This was a mafia gang? They just seemed like regular people aside from the weapons that were sitting around the room. Well, you guess it would be best not to found out what they are like when they’re pissed. When jungkook took you out of the basement the corridor was huge. 

“Do you all live here?” You asked, curiously.

“Not really. This is more of a place where we work and deal with other gangs. Of course there are rooms though in case we have to stay overnight. Which is what I’ll have to be doing as you stay here. I can’t have you run off on me.” He said with a smile. 

Well that was a little less comforting. Jungkook took you to another room where the rest of the members were. Namjoon’s eyes shifted to you and then at Jungkook.

“I thought you were going to take care of her?”

He held your hand. “I am. She’s going to be our little assistant for the time being.”

“Trying to get over your ex, huh?”

Jungkook avoided eye contact. “She’s gone and I don’t care about her anymore. I was the one who broke up with her. That’s not the point the point is I now have-…..What’s your name, babe?”


“I now have Y/N.”

Namjoon sighed. “Okay, but your responsible for her.”

“What am I a pet??” You thought to yourself. 

Jungkook moved passed Namjoon and started to introduce you to everyone else. They all greeted you sweetly and welcoming. It was a little strange but you would take this over them threatening your life. Still, you couldn’t help but think about a way to escape. This place gave an off putting vibe that you couldn’t shake. Maybe when you laid down at night time you could sneak out the window. Granted, you might have to move to another city just so they wouldn’t find you again. As handsome and smooth talking these guys were they were still strangers, and gang members at that. 

“Y/N? Did you hear me?” Jungkook asked.

You were too busy being in your head again.

“Huh? Sorry, I spaced out.”

“I asked what you wanted to eat. You’re probably hungry since it’s late. I can get you whatever you want.” He smiled.

You were starving after accidentally skipping lunch and hoping to go straight home to eat. 

“Uh. Well, Anythings fine…”

He nodded. “I guess you’re not that picky.”

Was that a compliment? Jungkook took you into the kitchen, letting you sit at the table as he attempted to make something for you.

“If you guys have all this money why don’t you have someone else cook for you?” You asked.

He pushed his sleeves up. “Namjoon isn’t too big on outsiders getting involved. They will eventually figure out what we do and then we have to take a risk on them turning us in. I mean, I get it but it would be nice to have someone help around here.”

You leaned your face on your hand. “….Why do you do it?”

“Cook? I just told you-”

“No. I mean this gang stuff.”

He gave a small smile as if he was reliving his old memories in his head. 

“I’ve known these guys for a long time. They practically raised me and I guess I paid them back with my loyalty. It’s not like i’d have much else going on.”

“You didn’t want to get a job or buy your own house when you grew up? You could have gotten married or something. I guess being a gang member isn’t stopping you if you had a girlfriend before like Namjoon said .Unless, you broke up with her because of this gang?”

His smile suddenly faded. “Let’s stop talking about me.”

You realized you must have said something wrong. Now the kitchen was completely silent besides the sound of him cooking. You didn’t know how to start up another conversation in risk of pissing him off again. He placed the plate in front of you.

“Thank you..” You told him.

He didn’t say anything and left the room. Whatever you said, it must have really been worse than what you thought. After you finished eating, you went out to find him. The place was pretty big and most of the doors were shut so you didn’t really know where to even start to look. When you turned around you practically ran into someone’s chest.

“I-I’m so sorry!” 

Taehyung smiled. “How cute…I was trying to scare you anyway. It was my fault for getting too close”

“um…Have you seen Jungkook?”

He smirked. “What do I get if I tell you?”

Another person from behind you grabbed your wrist, pulling you away from Taehyung. It was Jimin.

“God, What is with you and flirting with other people’s girls? Is it that hard for you to get laid?” He scoffed.

Tae rolled his eyes. “She was just kidnapped by him. Do you honestly think she’s going to want to date him?”

“But you can tell he’s into her. Piss off, would you?” Jimin started walking off with you.

“Sorry. He’s kind of oblivious to boundaries sometimes.” He apologized.

You shook your head. “It’s fine-….Did you see Jungkook? Is he mad at me? He won’t hurt me…right?”

Jimin looked over at you. “It’ll take some getting used to, to finally get over this whole gang thing. Hell, me and my ex girlfriend weren’t always on the same page when it came to my work but she learned to accept it for the most part. We aren’t evil despite what you may believe. We aren’t out there killing innocent people and robbing them. We only do harm to people who are already corrupt. This might be a little hard to believe since you’re being forced here…but he’s not a bad guy. He’s probably close to being the most sane. We are just doing things so we can survive. Like you staying here. We wouldn’t normally do this but we can’t have you going around telling people.”

He stopped walking when the two of you met at a bedroom door. 

“He’s probably in here.” Jimin said, letting go of your wrist. 

“Thanks..for helping me.”

He smiled and waved, leaving you by yourself. You opened the door to walk in on Jungkook taking his shirt off and pulling it over his head. You didn’t see much but took notice of the scar on his chest. You blushed.

“S-sorry I didn’t know you were changing-”

He shrugged. “You can sit on the bed.”

“While you change..?”

He looked amused. “What? Does it bother you that bad?”

“Not if it doesn’t bother you, I guess.” You came over and sat down on the bed.

Jungkook started putting his new clothes on and threw some of his clothes over at you.

“Sorry, You’re gonna have to wear these. This is my guest room and I don’t have any girl’s clothes.”

“It’s fine. I usually wear a t-shirt to bed anyway.” You sat there with them in your lap. 

“…..Aren’t you gonna get dressed?”

You realized he was waiting. “Oh. Right. Um. Just turn around..”

He laughed. “I wasn’t going to stare at you anyway. Even though it’s fair game after you were watching me change.”

He turned around as you asked and faced the wall. 

You took off the clothes you were wearing and changed into his. He waited patiently until you finally told him he could look again. He stared for a second. 

“…What?” You asked.

Jungkook shook his head. “Huh? Oh. nothing. You just…look cute wearing my clothes.”

“Follow me, really quick.” 

You stood up and followed behind him as you two left the room. He took you down the hall to the bathroom, pulling a new toothbrush out of the cabinet. Jungkook handed it to you and grabbed his own. God, this whole situation is weird. Standing in front of the mirror brushing your teeth with him made you feel like you were a married couple, minus the fact you were trapped. There was a knock on the bathroom door and Yoongi poked his head in the door. 

“Wow. I didn’t think you’d actually be spending the night here.”

Jungkook looked back at him. “I have to. Plus you do it all the time when you stay behind and pull all nighters.”

“Yeah but someone has to plan out the stuff we do. We can’t just commit crimes and expect to get away with them. Anyway, I just came to tell you that i’m going home today so you’re the only one in the house. Night” He waved.

Jungkook nodded. “Yeah, Night.”

When Yoongi left the room Jungkook turned the light off and walked you back to the bedroom. The house was a lot more quiet compared to earlier. You stopped when you remembered there was only one bed.

“Wait. Are we sleeping together?”

He gave you a look. “I can’t put you in a separate room and still be able to watch over you.”

You nodded and slowly crawled into the bed despite doubting how much sleep you would actually get. He turned the lights off and came over to lay down as well. After a few minutes of pure silence he opened his mouth.

“…I’m sorry I got a little sensitive earlier…”

You faced him. “It’s okay. I shouldn’t have just said careless stuff..”

He stared up at the ceiling. “No. You were right. I did want a separate life from this stuff. I dated her for a year and a half and surprisingly I think I fell in love with her…little did I know she didn’t love me at all. One night when we were laying down I felt her get up. I wasn’t asleep yet so I asked where she was going and she just freak out. She ran over to me and stabbed me saying things like, “Leave me alone! Did you really think I’d fall in love with someone like you? I was afraid if I left you’d kill me but if you’re dead then I can finally be free..” For a while I just laid there and bled on the bed not even trying to chase after her when she left. I was in shock more than anything. Lucky for me the knife wasn’t that big and she wasn’t strong enough to push it in deep enough. I was embarrassed and depressed about the whole thing so I didn’t tell the other members…”

You suddenly felt bad that she ran off on him, seeing the tears in his eyes.

“Is that how you got the scar on your chest?”

He nodded. “Yeah. I told them I got it in a fight. It’s pretty pathetic.”

Jungkook turned and faced you too. “I know today must have been a lot for you but I’m kinda glad this turned out the way it did. You listen pretty well.”

You blushed, seeing his face so close to yours. At least he wouldn’t be able to notice. 

“Y-yeah..Goodnight, Jungkook.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.” 

Damn. Now you didn’t have the guts to run off on him after he said all of that. Maybe staying here wouldn’t be so bad?

anonymous asked:

16 for tsukkiyama maybe?

16. A Naughty Kiss 

(Okay, NGL I had a lot of trouble with the definition of ‘a naughty kiss’ so I had to consult a few friends before I got to this.  Between 5 people I got a really wide range of interpretations so I’m sorry if this isn’t quite what you were looking for in ‘a naughty kiss.’)


Movie night in the Tsukishima household started as a custom instilled by Akiteru in a desperate attempt to keep Yamaguchi coming back to their home and to keep him as Kei’s only friend.  Proudly he watched as his baby brother went from having ‘a-guy-I-know-from-school’ to ‘a friend’ to a ‘best friend.’  The ‘boyfriend’ step was unexpected and not in the original plan, but so long as they were both happy, Akiteru wanted only to be a loving, supportive older brother.

So the movie nights continued from custom into tradition, and Akiteru was happy to hang out with them on his visits home from college… but the cuddling definitely left him feeling less like a third wheel and more like a vestigial toe most people tried to ignore until they could get it removed.  It was time for some house rules.

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#WriteAndDrawForBTS Event

Hello, fellow ARMY’s!

How are ya’ll?

So, I’m guessing by now that many of you have read this post:

So, what did you guys think?

I personally tried to ignore haters like Selja for awhile now, but this is just fucking unacceptable!

Me to the haters:

Our dear Jimin is also receiving death threats currently.

Sadly, this hate isn’t going to disappear easily.

These accounts had huge followings (before they got suspended), and I’m positive they’re going to keep crawling around like headless cockroaches.

Inner Me:

So, what are we to do about this, guys?

What are we, as ARMY’s, supposed to do about this?

Well, first, we must trend some hashtags:




But, alongside this, for all of you artists out there:




I personally write and draw a lot, and I thought that maybe, if we show how much we love them through our efforts, BTS will realize that we have their backs.

#WriteAndDrawForBTS Event

The Guidelines:

Who: ARMY’s, and whoever loves BTS.

What: Our writing or drawings:)

When: March 26th to April 1st (that is seven days, a full week)

Where: Tumblr, Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, BTS Amino, VLIVE, anywhere that BTS has an official account in.

Why: To spread BTS love.

How: One artwork posted per day to assigned member.

Quite simple, right?

For the artwork, I feel like we should have a common theme:

Reassurance and Comfort

Member & ARMY

This could mean that you, as a fan, reassures that member.

Sample Prompt: You comfort the member and relieve them of any worries or fears that they may have.

Member & Member

This could also mean that another member reassures that member.

Sample Prompt: Member comforts another member and relieves them of any worries or fears that they may have.

Assigned Days and Their Respective Members:

March 26th, Sunday: Kim Seokjin

Hashtags: #WeLoveYouSeokjin, #WeLoveYouBTS, #WriteAndDrawForBTS

March 27th, Monday: Min Yoongi

Hashtags: #WeLoveYouYoongi, #WeLoveYouBTS, #WriteAndDrawForBTS

March 28th, Tuesday: Jung Hoseok

Hashtags: #WeLoveYouHoseok, #WeLoveYouBTS, #WriteAndDrawForBTS

March 29th, Wednesday: Kim Namjoon

Hashtags: #WeLoveYouNamjoon, #WeLoveYouBTS, #WriteAndDrawForBTS

March 30th, Thursday: Park Jimin

Hashtags: #WeLoveYouJimin, #WeLoveYouBTS, #WriteAndDrawForBTS

March 31st, Friday: Kim Taehyung

Hashtags: #WeLoveYouTaehyung, #WeLoveYouBTS, #WriteAndDrawForBTS

April 1st, Saturday: Jeon Jungkook

Hashtags: #WeLoveYouJungkook, #WeLoveYouBTS, #WriteAndDrawForBTS

Make sure you also tag BTS and BigHit’s official accounts!

Well, that’s it, everyone!

I hope you can all participate despite your busy lives!

If any of you have any questions for me, please ask!

I really hope we can spread the BTS love, and that we can show BTS that they will never walk alone<3








(none of the gifs and pictures above are mine. full credit to all owners!)

Okay…….. so apparently I have 20 followers now so I guess I’ll do an art raffle……

1st place will get a fully shaded drawing
2nd place will get a partially shaded
3rd place will get a drawing that has line art and color

There will be one winner of each…..

To enter reblog and like both count as 1 entry each

You also must be following to enter….. and the dead line will be a week from Today on April 13th

Anyways thank you guys I’m literally just sitting in my chair in shock right now (this post looks way less than professional but I’m using my phone so >~

shinbi-teki-desu  asked:

Nezumi from No.6 (*´∀`*)

waaaa thank you for this one <3

Send Me a Character

  • First impression

I already like him bcs of his voice (I’m so biased for Hosoya). Ahhh poor guy what happened to you. Also can I say your face is so pretty :o

  • Impression now

YOU’RE EVEN PRETTIER NOW DAAAAMN. And they made him sing *I’m done/////////*. This guy is so protective towards Shion, you can really tell how much he loves him since he is ready to risk his own life for him :’

  • Favorite moment

It may be simple, but after guessing he must have endured pretty bad stuffs, seeing him being happy just by the warm of a human’s hand was very touching for me ;v;

  • Idea for a story


  • Unpopular opinion

I admit I don’t think I have any for him >v<”

  • Favorite relationship

Shion obviously =v= all the love they have, how they want to protect each other, that’s certainly one of best romance I could see in japanimation :’)) <3

  • Favorite headcanon

Nezumi has always wanted to try to disguise Shion in woman to see how he’d look compared to him (but just imagining the result makes him blush already)

Your Savior - 2

I cannot believe how many notes Chapter One has gotten in the last 24 hours! Thank you so so so much to everyone who took the time to read, like, and reblog!
Chapter two is still building the plot, but at least our favorite man is finally around!
Warnings:mentions of rape (from previous chapter), swearing (Negan, hello!)

Chapter Two

Just hang on, just a little longer. Why? It’s useless, no one is coming to save you, you have no food, no water, and you’re slowly bleeding to death. Face it, this is where you die. You can’t die! You’ll turn! The sounds of the dead moaning and shuffling just feet away from you served as a constant reminder of your impending fate. And now you were arguing with yourself, definitely not a good sign.

You weren’t sure how long it had been since you had locked yourself inside here. Several days maybe? Blood loss, dehydration, and fatigue had you slipping in and out of consciousness, despite how hard you tried to stay alert. You knew the end was coming, but you just couldn’t accept becoming one of the dead. There was no way to destroy your brain on your own, not armed with only a knife, not in the state you were in. So you continued to battle with yourself every waking moment.

You let your mind drift to your family, the one you lost when the world turned. You had tried to not think about them before, it hurt so much, and pain made you weak. But now? Well, it seemed fitting to let in some pain, everything else hurt, why not your heart? Goddamn it, goddamn it! You cried to yourself. I’m so sorry guys, I tried, I tried to go on, to make it, but I guess I just wasn’t strong enough.

One of the dead must have heard you crying, as it had shuffled to the glass cage and began growling and clawing at the glass. “Go away, go away!” You yelled hoarsely, to no avail. Several nearby biters heard the commotion and joined the first, their growls growing louder and louder, becoming a surround-sound symphony to your death. You covered your ears to try to drown out the sound, but it was no use, the groans had turned into a roar. Was the ground shaking too? What the hell?

Through your foggy brain you finally realized you were hearing engines, car engines. Omg, people! “Help!” You tried to yell. “Help!” But you were so weak and the dead so loud, you knew they couldn’t hear you. You grabbed Tommy’s knife and used the handle hit the inside of the door, hoping that the sound would carry over the sounds of the dead. Please, you thought, please somebody hear me.

You could just make out the sounds of life over the growling, it sounded like a sizable group of people was outside. You could hear voices, but couldn’t quite make out any words. Several minutes passed, and while you could still hear them outside, it didn’t seem like they could hear you. Please, please, you whispered to yourself. Then, one of the dead outside of the cashiers box fell, obviously having been incapacitated from behind. One-by-one they continued to fall, until they were all gone and you could see your potential savior. You almost sighed out loud, of course, it had to be a man.

The mustached man in front of you looked you over through the glass, quickly assessing the situation. His face remained passive and unreadable as he leaned back and yelled “Hey Boss! We’ve got a live one over here!” You weren’t sure whether to be elated or terrified. You knew you couldn’t last much longer, but the last people you had had contact were the reason you were here in the first place. You sunk back down to the floor while waiting for the “Boss” to come over. Pounding on the glass had refreshed the pain in your side and increased the seepage of blood, you were starting to wonder how you had any left.

“What’ve we got Simon?” Another voice drawled, getting louder as he obviously came closer. “A girl. Looks like shit, but she is alive. I’m not sure for how long honestly.” Simon reported casually. Well fuck you too, you thought, let’s see how good you look after getting stabbed and being left for dead. Simon’s boss finally was close enough for you to see from your position on the floor. His face was also unreadable while he took in the sight before him. “Go see what the others are up to Simon, I need a minute alone with this one.” Simon turned on heel and walked away. No questions. No arguments.

“Well now darling, it looks like you’ve had it pretty damn rough.” His dark eyes were traveling up and down your body, taking in your bruised face, lack of pants, ripped panties, bloody socks and shirt. You could tell that just by looking at you, he knew just what you had been through. “How long you been in that shitbox?”

“I don’t know, honestly. A few days maybe?” You quietly responded.

“You gonna let me in?”

“How do I know if I can trust you?” You asked.

“You don’t.” He answered blatantly. “But it doesn’t look like you’re in any position to fucking gamble.” Fuck. He was right. And he knew it. Confidence radiated off of him like heat from a summer sidewalk. And while he did not seem like a man to cross, he didn’t frighten you either. Maybe it’s the blood loss talking. Shut up.

You struggled up to your elbow and unlatched the lock on the door, falling back to the ground and rolling away from the door with a groan. The man stepped into the room and crouched down next to you. “Hell darling, you DO look like shit.”

“Yeah” you hissed “I guess dying isn’t as glamorous as they made it seem in the movies.” This made him smile, and chuckle darkly.

“What happened?” He asked, his face softening.

“Does it really matter?”

“No, no I guess it doesn’t.” He admitted. “What in the hell am I gonna do with you?” He asked, rubbing his salt and pepper scruff.

“Kill me. Please.” The answer rolled off of your tongue as if you had been planning it all along. You were surprised at how calm you were. You were just so tired of fighting. “I’m not going to make it, and I don’t want to turn, don’t want to be…one of THEM. Please, just do it.” You said, calmly handing him Tommy’s knife.

“Hell doll.” He muttered, running a hand through his slicked back black hair. “I don’t make it a habit to kill women, but it does seem that you have a point. No fucking way you’re making it out of here alive.” You just stared into his eyes, you were ready, you’d been ready. He let out a sigh, taking the knife from you. “Alright, alright. Let’s get this shit over with. Damn doll, I’m real sorry about this. You look like you’d be smoking hot if you weren’t almost dead.” He said with a wink. You couldn’t help but smile, what an asshole, you thought.

He shifted his weight and adjusted his grip on the knife, putting his hand gently behind your head. You grabbed the wrist of his knife hand, halting him for just a moment. “Thank you.” He looked down at your hand on his and stopped dead, his gentle cocky expression instantly turning dark.

“Where did you get this?” He asked.


“This knife. Where did you get it?”

“It belonged to the fuckers that attacked me. I used it to get away and brought it with me.” You answered, very confused. Why does it matter?

“Where did they get it?” You could feel anger building deep inside of him, not that it made any sense to you.

“I don’t kn…” you started to say.

“Where?!” He barked, dark eyes flashing.

As confusing as his actions were becoming, something about them was starting to rub you the wrong way. “You know, I didn’t think to ask the history of their weapons as they were raping and trying to kill me. Sorry to disappoint you.” You answered cooly. What the hell was his problem? You could see the wheels turning in his head, but couldn’t for the life of you figure out what he was thinking.

“Nope.” He said, shrugging off his leather jacket and covering you up. “I’ve changed my mind.”

“Wait, what?” You gasped. “What do you mean? Don’t leave me like this! Please!” You felt tears start pouring down your face. What the hell happened?

“Don’t you worry Doll, I’m taking you with me.” He said, scooping you into his arms. The movement sent shooting pain down your side. “Simon! Load the fuck up! I’m ready to roll. Now!” He commanded, his tone leaving no room for negotiations. You barely noticed the commotion of his men loading up to leave, the motion of him carrying you was torture. When he got into his truck it was several minutes before the pain subsided enough to focus, and by then the brain fog had returned, so you rested your head onto his warm chest and let the fog overtake you. “Now don’t you fucking go dying on me now darling, you’ve hung on this long, I need you to hold on just a bit fucking longer.” He breathed into your ear.

“I’ll try.” You whispered before the world went black.


Thanks again for sticking around to the end! This has been such a blast to write, I honestly can’t wait to get the next chapter out! Feel free to reblog, comment, or message me with any thoughts!
Request: “I miss you”

Request: The reader gets into a street fight and the guys all see it and decided after a while they best break it up. Tig grabs the reader and the reader curses Tig out. The reader ends up back at TM with Tiggy.

Originally posted by missgreeene

“Do we have ice cream?”, Tig asked Chuck as soon as he walked in the “new clubhouse”.

“Ice cream shop is just a front dickhead”, Jax muttered, lightning his cigarette.

The building was Jacob Hale’s and Jax had to make a deal with him to get it. SAMCRO had moved there that morning after the Irish blew up their original clubhouse. Tig wasn’t exactly happy with that arrangement, spending the entire morning watching the new neighborhood. There were stores, a restaurant, etc, too much activity for his taste. The only good thing was the office across the street, right in front of the ice cream shop. Nothing special about the office itself, but its owner was a gorgeous woman that Tig had met years ago.

Y/N’s father was a mechanic at Teller-Morrow and she was back in town after living in San Francisco for awhile. She was beautiful and nice to everybody, but didn’t spend much time around, never going to a party, where Tig could talk and know her better or maybe ask her out. Jax had greeted her as he watched from afar. Tig hadn’t seen her in a long time; after her father died Y/N stop visiting TM.

Every morning, during the next week, he saw her open the office, wondering if he should go there and say hello.

“What are you watching?”, Chibs asked, standing next to him, sipping his coffee.

“Her”, Tig said, motioning to Y/N, watering the plants on the office’s entrance. Chibs chuckled and walked away, sitting on a stool to finish his breakfast. The Sons started to arrived, they would do some errands and only Bobby was late. They were talking and drinking coffee when a scream outside got their attention.

“What the hell is happening?”, Jax walked out, followed by his brothers.

Tig watched the scene in front of them. Across the street, Y/N was fighting with another woman, pulling her hair and yelling. 

“Maybe we should break it up”, the prospect suggested, glancing at Jax.

“A catfight?”, Happy scoffed, folding his arms to enjoy the fight, “Hell no”

People were watching and turning their phones to the fight. Tig growled; Chibs noticed and patted his back.

“Let’s go”, the Scotsman said and they crossed the street quickly, “Enough girls”, Chibs held the woman and Tig held Y/N. A crowbar was on the floor and apparently, the woman had been using it to destroy Y/N’s car parked right in front of her office. She saw it and started the fight.

“Let me go your idiot!”, Y/N squirmed on Tig’s embrace, but he was stronger and wouldn’t let her go, “I’ll kill that bitch!”

“You don’t want to do that”, Tig affirmed, “Trust me”

“Oh yeah, I want to do it”, Y/N looked over her shoulder, noticing who was holding her for the first time, “Damn it Trager! Let me go!”

“Nope”, he raised his eyebrows and watched as Chibs took the woman away, leaving the crowbar behind, “Why were you beating the crap out of her?”

“Ugh, can’t you see the damage? My car?”, Y/N barked, still trying to free herself, “That bitch cheated on her husband and thinks she has the right to destroy MY CAR!”

“Wait”, Tig creased his brow and finally let her go. Chibs was coming back, no sign of the crazy woman, “I’m not following you here… Why was she destroying your car? Are you her husband’s new lover?”

“Bite me Trager”, Y/N huffed, looking at the dent on her car and the scratches on the painting, “I’m his lawyer, he is asking for divorce and taking everything with him”

“Got it”, he smiled and walked to the car, examining the damage, “I can call TM and someone will come to get your car. We can help you”

“Yeah, I should probably do it”, she said, biting her lip and sadly looking at the car. Tig picked up his phone and called TM, Y/N raised an eyebrow watching him, “Thank you”

“You’re welcome doll”, he smiled. Tig hadn’t seen or talked to her in a long time, but now she was in front of him, her office so close…Maybe it was destiny, “You have to sign the papers, you know. I can give you a ride to TM”

Y/N looked away again, sad, “I hadn’t been at TM in ages”

“I know”, Tig whispered, realizing she must miss her dad and TM would bring back many memories of him, “You disappeared”

“I thought I was bothering you guys”, she shrugged, “Just the mechanic’s daughter”

“No, never”, he blurted, surprising her, “I mean…I enjoyed your company, I… I miss you”

“You miss me Trager?”, her eyes widened and her mouth was ajar. Tig nodded. Y/N looked at the car, smiled and then looked back at him, “I guess I’ll accept that ride now Trager. Can we…have a coffee after TM? It’s nice to see you again”

“Absolutely doll”, Tig smiled, “You just read my mind”

Metanoia (Pt. 2)

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Metanoia (n.) the journey of changing one’s mind, heart, self, or way of life

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader
◊ Summary: You knew Seokjin was the love of your life, and yet his wasn’t the name that appeared on your wrist.
◊ Genre: angst, soulmate AU
◊ Word Count: 2,167

|Chapter 2

Three days had passed since your incident with Taehyung. You hadn’t heard from him or Jin at all, though that didn’t really surprise you. After all, Taehyung didn’t have your number and Jin was working and hanging out with Hana. You had work too, of course, so you didn’t have much time to think about it. Today wasn’t any different, though you had a little while before your shift started.

You’d been lounging around your apartment for the past three hours that you’d been awake. You didn’t really have anything else to do. Most often, if you had free time, you were hanging out with Jin, but since meeting Hana he didn’t have as much time for you. Perhaps it was selfish to think that you deserved his time, but he was your best friend, as well as the man you loved.

Unfortunately, with nothing to do, that left you alone with your thoughts.

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anonymous asked:

Do you have any docs you'd recommend? Like, maybe in a, "YOUR LIFE IS NOT COMPLETE UNTIL YOU'VE READ THIS," kind of way xD

i’m gonna assume you meant fics? if not, let me know. 

I posted some Jason recs before, they’re here

Must reads? I guess Robins United by laceymcbain 

It’s gen, it’s bat boys, it’s very well written. Only thing missing are the girls, and Tim and Damian feature much less than Dick and Jason in it, so that may not be everyone’s cup of tea. 

I don’t really have a lot of must reads, tbh. I also just finished climbing a volcano so my brain is not working lmao. 

let’s all laugh at republicans

still reeling after the latest developments. republicans had seven years to come up with a replacement to obamacare. SEVEN YEARS. a bill that they voted against 60+ times. and all they could come up with was a bill that was so shit, and so universally rejected, that they couldn’t get their own party in congress to vote for it even though they hold a majority.

what kind of epic failure in governance? of course now that they actually have to pass bills they’re knee-deep in the shit because all they’ve done for 8 years is obstruct, obstruct, obstruct. i guess just hating on the black guy won’t cut it anymore you lazy, incompetent little fucks. LMAO.

oh and trump? this must be the worst first 100 days of any president ever. the travel ban, the FBI investigation and now utterly failing on one of his key campaign promises of repealing obamacare ‘immediately’. trump the master dealmaker. i can’t get enough, the vindication tastes to sweet.

is anyone else just getting really sick of winning?

A Beauty, a Beast, and a Champ

Braun Strowman/OC: A continuation of A Beast at Christmas. The roster reacts to your newfound relationship and Braun gives you the perfect gift. Smut. But a really short bit of smut lmao idk. Mostly fluff and feels.

I was gonna write a second part to this anyway bc so many of you wanted to see how the Beast and his Beauty would be taken by the roster but then @dolph-wwe made a lovely post that really got the ball rolling for this so shoutout to them. Anyways, I know I haven’t written anything but Braun fics for a while but honestly it’s been v good for me and I needed to do this. Maybe once I finish all my Braun ideas I can get back into request mode. Thanks for being so patient with me.

As always, tagging the Braun Babes @lavitabella87 @omgmissmillie @everybodyfinnfreeze @shadow-of-wonder @screamersdontdance

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Signs of depression in Yuuri

I wanted to do this to raise more awareness both in depression and that Yuuri obviously has it. But as a ND (neurodiverse), I want to show from the sight of if Yuuri is ND also. Who knows, but I’ve seen many signs of this and so I wanted to point out few.

His depression obviously has started already before he even took part of the GP.

In the first episode he tells that he has been binge-eating since their family pet, Viccha, died.

 I assume he’d very close bond with Viccha which is why it was very hard for him to get over it. He then cries in the toilets because of pressure, that he failed his mother, Japan, everyone and himself.

He’d said in episode 7 that he’d never before cried before the performance. Which means he gathers the pressure and then afterwards releases it and this was not the first time.

We remember in episode 1 how he explained that during his whole skating bath to GP he failed again and again. So it seems he’d before done the crying afterwards of loosing (as in episode 2 Yuko told that Yuuri has always been bad at losing and wants to win over everything, that he works hard to win).

His situation in episode 1 doesn’t help at all that Yuri, who’d just won junior GP gold comes to say in Yuuri’s face to retire, that he’s pathetic being. 

Which of course makes Yuuri’s overthinking ass too embarrassed to even say anything back.

We then jump to see him leaving and his mind wonders to a little dog he sees outside in a woman’s hand, instead of even listening Morooka. 

After being made a total idiot front of his biggest idol, he drags his ass away and leaves Sochi. 

Then next we see him one year later, back in Hasetsu. 

And yeah, his appearance has changed a lot. 

He has gained weight a lot, his figure skater’s body is gone to hell. 

Probably because he binge-eats for his depression and that he finds comfort in food, since his dad stated in episode 1 that Yuuri always had gained weight easily. Even Minako is shocked because she knows how important for Yuuri is to be fit if he wants to compete. 

His love for food is shown in the way he finds eros to be katsudon, what he likes to eat a lot.

Keeping track of weight while being depressed and having lack of motivation can be hard. 

Some gain weight hella and don’t know how to keep it balanced while others loose the appetite and loose weight too much or get anorexia or bulimia, it depends if depression is from physical appearance. 

Everybody around him assume right away, from his behaviour, that he’s depressed. 

He himself faces it too and tells after performing Stay Close To Me from Viktor’s last year’s GP free program to Yuko, that he was depressed indeed but he got ‘bored’ to it. 

Of course he does, but getting rid of it can be harder task to do than thought.

Then we see how the triples have loaded the video of Yuuri skating for SCTM and we all can see how anxious he’s, he told that the pressure is already on him and that now when the video is uploaded in Youtube, everybody thinks he’s of course competing again like nothing had ever happened.

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He seems to spend a lot of time holing up in his room, mostly sleeping. He’d even turned off his phone to not get any calls or to having to explain himself.

Then we all remember well how he run to see Viktor in onsen. /cough cough fanboy mood activated/.

He’s so clumsy he almost run at a wall…jesus.

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In episode 2 Viktor straight off the bat tells Yuuri to loose weight or he’ll leave back to Russian, as he sees it as ‘great motivating’. Viktor probably has no idea that Yuuri’s depressing ass has been doing or that he literally sleeps most of his time.

Then when Yuri appears there, demanding Viktor to make a program for him in the GP to win gold, Yuuri gets nervous again and leaves to run after he sees how well Viktor and Yuri get along.

 His self-confidence is a level of a snail and he thinks that he’ll loose and that Viktor chooses Yuri because he’s more motivated and capable to do the quads and all without problems. He also seems to learn faster the routine. 

That’s when Viktor goes around and asks about Yuuri, what he’s like.

We get to see insight of Yuuri’s personality and that why he’s like that. That’s also when Viktor realises that Yuuri is depressed, like him, but in different way. 

I could claim that it’s when Viktor already decided that Yuuri won. Because he said he’ll make a prince out of him. He didn’t even care to run after Yuri when he saw Yuuri’s performance. 

Viktor probably saw that Yuuri is going through same troubles like him and he felt like not being alone. Since he knew that him and Yuri are not alike and he saw that he has connection with Yuuri. 

This one is really important though. Yuuri NEVER told he loves skating. Others just assume it.

Which means, he kept a lot of things to himself.

He seems like not a person who wants to share this thoughts often or feelings.

And so, I assume he didn’t want to share his thoughts on depression either. He didn’t see it as something he should be telling around, which is why Viktor had to got know of it by Yuuri’s behaviour. 

Yuuri is that kind of person who wants to keep things to himself, he doesn’t know or want to share them. He probably feels awkward about sharing something so private. 

Which means, he doesn’t know how to act with people or how to make friends. He never has been good at it and as a ND, it’s probably hard for him. 

When you’re autistic, you don’t have the need to be around people always. You can just spend time alone or with your family but there’s not always need to have million friend. Also that, you don’t have the same kind of connection with people. You can learn to listen them and ask how they’re, but it still is hard.

 It’s like, you want to talk about things what you see important/interesting and so when the subject is not that, you find it boring and so you just often turn the conversation to your interest. Or that, you may offend people by not showing the body language they understand or may say something what someone may see utterly rude. 

His depression doesn’t help at all because it makes him focus more and more on things such as how to make friends, how to socialize, how to be like a NT (neurotypical). How to be something what he’s not just to be seen as not weird or lonely. He seems to overthink a lot. 

When you get know about that you’re ND, you start to focus on things a lot.

 It’s not just ‘oh well whatever’. It’s overthinking everything because you didn’t understood it and others did and it makes you feel like stupid or just slow.

Also everything must be said verbally. Which means silent treatment only makes ND confused.

And since asking about it makes it worse, we tend to guess a lot. And that’s what Yuuri did in episode 7, he guessed that Viktor didn’t have faith on him.

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Viktor probably understood, that the guy he saw dancing there on the pole is not the same he sees now. That it was just Yuuri’s drunk side. And that he has to work a lot for to see his ‘eros’ again.

That’s why Viktor changed his strategy. He didn’t push Yuuri’s buttons anymore with all the too close and touching stuff. He knew it wouldn’t work. And so he took to know Yuuri better, to see why he’s like this and what he can do to make their communication better.

The final gathering

1. Binge-eating

2. Crying alone A LOT

3. Lack of motivation

4. Apathy

5. Anxiety

6. Fatigue

7. Increasing self-doubt

8. Hiding or ignoring things

9. Numbness

10. Loss of the faith in the future

These all are signs of anxiety disorder and depression. 

And I think Yuuri has those. 

Blast From The Past: Part 21

Pairing: Reader x Bucky
Word Count: 2.2K
Warnings: Angst, sadness, 

A/N: This is kinda what I had in mind for the drawing, credit to the artist (I found it on pinterest).

New character!

Feedback is always appreciated. Let me know if you want to be added to the tags list.

Italics are Reader’s letter.

Part 1 // Part 20

Y/L/N: Your Last Name

Bucky’s / Steve’s POV

Bucky felt useless, you were hurting and he couldn’t do anything to stop it. He knew his friends were right, you just needed time to come to terms with everything, but it didn’t stop him feeling horrible. Watching you cry, and scream, and thrash around asleep was killing him.

He didn’t realise that his feet had carried him to your room until he looked up at your door. You might be awake by now, so Bucky slowly opens the door. Peering inside, he found the bed empty.

“Doll?” Bucky calls out. His attention was drawn to the bedside table. Your picture frames were missing. Bucky’s brow furrowed as he walks into the ensuite. You weren’t in there either, “Y/N?” he asks louder this time.

“Hey pal,” Steve entered your room, “Do you know where Y/N is? Tony says one of the cars is gone, but everyone else is here,”

“I don’t-” Bucky stopped mid sentence, his attention drawn to your desk. There was a drawing, obscured by a note, on top of your sketchpad,


Bucky ignored Steve. His hand shook as he picked up the drawing. It was him. He lightly ran his fingers over the drawing. It was beautiful, Bucky knew you were a good artist, but this was beyond any of your other work. Every detail was intricate and thoughtfully drawn.

“You need to read this,” Steve’s voice broke through Bucky’s thoughts. Steve was holding out the note, offering it to Bucky, a sombre look on Steve’s features.

Dear Bucky,

I don’t think I’ll ever forgive myself for not being able to do this in person. But I couldn’t look at you and say this, and I needed to do this.

You’re not going to understand why I’ve done this, but please, respect my decision. I couldn’t stay. But please know, it’s going to be almost impossible for me to stay away, to not wake up next to you every day, to not look at you and feel like I’m the only person in your world. Almost.

Every day since you saved me, I’ve thought about all the terrible things I did, and all the people I killed. I’ve been struggling to come to terms with the monster I am now, even more than I was before. But I don’t regret making the decision to save you in that vault. I love you, more than you could understand. I love you more than anything else I’ve ever encountered. I love you more than myself. That’s why I chose to save you from that pain, and why I had to leave.

We fight for each other, but this time, I have to fight myself, to spare you this disaster.

I love you, but I can’t subject you to who I am any longer. Every where I go, disaster follows me, and hurts those I’m closest to. I would not be able to live with myself if anything ever happened to you.

I know you, and I know that you’re thinking that you, too, are damaged and have done some horrific things in the past. But you had no control over that. Please promise me you’ll try and forgive yourself for what Hydra made you do for all those years.

I love you, no matter your past, and I hope one day you can see yourself the way I do.

Please explain to every one why I couldn’t stay, and tell them I’m sorry I was too much of a coward to do it in person.

I’ll never stop loving you, James Buchanan Barnes, for as long as I live. It’s going to practically kill me, being without you. But you deserve to be happy and in love, but with someone that isn’t poisoned; someone who isn’t a monster.

Please don’t look for me, I don’t want you to find me.

I love you, handsome.

Bucky finished the letter and looked up at Steve, tears welling in his eyes.

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