did i just join a gang

Sometimes I think about how Bryke threw away Zutara with both hands and I just












Writer- @myhellyourstories

Requested- Anonymous

Request- Hi!! Can I please get a Harry Hook x Fem! Reader? The reader is the daughter of the Cheshire Cat and she doesn’t believe it when Harry says that he likes her because she thinks he just wants her powers for Uma, but he really does love her?? Thank you!!

Disclaimer- I do not own any Descendants character, all credit goes to the creators and producers of Disney’s Descendants. All I own is my story and the characters Oliver and Madison.


Pairing- Harry Hook x Fem! Reader

Summary- The daughter of the Cheshire Cat doesn’t believe that Harry really likes her.

Warning(s)- None??

Words- 2149

A/N- The song sung in the beginning is called “Hey Alice.” By Rachel Rose Mitchell!

Originally posted by thundering-paradox

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Way Better than Bumble (Spencer Reid x Reader)

Hi loves! Another Unbeta’d fluffy request fill for anon who wanted “request about reader is Garcia’s close friend and she sees the team out for drinks or something and she goes up to Garcia’s and gets introduced to the team & hits it off with Reid.” Hope you enjoy it! xx 

You tousled with your hair one last time before you grabbed your keys, thinking that it was as good as it was going to get (a conclusion you had to make each time you got ready to go out, if you were being honest). Half of you was excited at the prospect of meeting this guy from Bumble, but another half hated this. You and Michael had hit it off well enough on the app, he was good at keeping up conversation without being pushy or getting weird, but there was an awkwardness that you couldn’t shake. You didn’t even tell you best friend Penelope about the date, afraid to look desperate - or that Pen would try and set you up herself.

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Jaehee: I knew we should have used the van.

Jumin: No, we should’ve never joined.

–Based on a dream I had a few days ago lol XD and I’m lazy to put any shadows 

Edit: I just realized that I did a mistake for the format of the fake-chatroom lolol. Fixed it!





#48 The Age Gap (Harry Styles)

Could I date a younger guy? Opinions, please. Help! 

Word Count: 2,457

“How long are you going to sit in the room and groan?” My flat mate asked me, seeing me cuddled in the duvet with wet cheeks.

“Not a single person, Emily! Not a single person! How can my luck me so bad! I changed colleges, opened my horizon and there is still no decent single guy out there for me? How is this possible? I’m so tired of being alone!” I said, sitting up.  She had been hearing me groan for a long time now.

“Maybe you’re looking in the wrong age group?” she said, sitting down on the bed.

“I can’t date people above 28! I mean, I’m 21! I’m giving a 7 year age benefit!” It was so hopeless. This love came when you need it was bullshit. I’ve been without love for a long time now and, I don’t know who decides when I need it or don’t need it.

“I meant below 21, you know people who are 20…19…18 – let’s keep it till 19!” She said, trying to pull the duvet off my face.


“Why not?” She said, “I’m younger than you! And look we gel so well! I think you’ll do brilliantly with a younger guy!” she said. She was right. I was the online postgrad kid living in this flat with the 4 undergrad kids and, a year or two difference doesn’t really matter.

“But, you’re my friend! This is having a sexual-emotional relationship! I will be a paedophile!” I argued.

“No, a year or two difference of age doesn’t make you a paedophile. Now, wipe your tears and wear a nice dress cause I’ve a brilliant idea!” she said snatching my blanket and, going towards my wardrobe. “I’ve a guy for you. He is single as well, and fits according to your taste buds for men.”

“Why haven’t I met him yet?” I asked, sliding into my fluffy slippers.

“Because he is 19…will be 20 in two or three months and, I wanted to introduce the idea once!” she pulled out my classic black dress and pushed me inside the washroom.

“He is child!” I groaned.

“You’re a child! Give him a chance! You know, this might be love!” She kicked the door, leaving me to get dressed.

I didn’t like cab rides. I was more of a tube person. We were too dressed to me in a tube and cab was cheaper and closer at the moment. I dressed as I always did for clubs. My black heels, my only black dress amongst the things that could fit in my little wardrobe, and the only little makeup I knew how to use. Learning about makeup was always on my to-do list, but I wanted to buy it from my own money and not my parents who were already paying for everything else. For now, my little knowledge helped me enough. “You know this guy?” I asked Sophia, my other flat mate,

“Yeah, he is studying law! Very intelligent…he knows about you. Vicky mentioned about you not finding any men,” She giggled and I hit Victoria.

“Hey! He was complaining about not finding any women!” She laughed.

“He is a boy!” I said.

“You’re a girl,” she retorted. “If you’re giving this a chance, please do it with an open mind. At least get to know him!” She said.

“Is this the first time I’m meeting your friends?” I asked her.

“Yep, but they have come home…” she said, asking the cab to stop.  “Don’t be so tense, you are not an old lady amongst us!” She giggled.

“Oh god!”  I cried, and the girls laughed. We entered the pub where I’d been a couple of times before with my friends. Seeing my friend working at the bar tonight, I walked up to him.

“Sam!” I yelled over the loud music.

“Hey, babe! How are you? Are you here with everyone?” He said, making my favourite drink.

“No, with my flat mates,” I told him, “They want me to socialise,” I smiled.

“This one’ s on me,” He handed it to me.

“You don’t have to – “

“Go socialise, see ya in class,” I nodded, taking my drink, and giving him a flying kiss. Taking a deep breath, I walked towards my girls. They already had their drinks on hand, so I didn’t feel too bad for leaving them. I looked around and saw all of their friends, as I wrapped my hand around Vicky’s waist.

“Oh, she is here! Say hi…” She said, pushing me forward.

I gave my best smile, and nodded as she introduced me to everyone. It was pretty easy for me to gel with them. I meshed with the people around me so, it worked well for me. I spent a while knowing all the people around me, talking about what they did, and so on, whatever became the topic. They got up to dance, pulling my hand to the centre of the floor. Sticky people around me was never ideal, but it worked since I was so tensed about life at the moment. Letting my neck loose, I started dancing with my girls as we got sweatier and jumpier with the beat.

“What’s the name of the guy?” I yelled in Vicky’s ear.

“Oh, he is not here! Will come in some time. Name’s Harry!” she yelled back, taking my hand giving me a twirl. I nodded, letting my body to the DJ’ beat. A guy came up to me, and started dancing with me, doing really weird steps and going down to my feet and coming back up. Vicky and I giggled, and I left the dance floor to get away from the creep. Ordering another drink from the bar, I danced at the table, laughing at the ridiculous song that was playing.

“Hey, could I have a repeat of my beer, please,” I looked at the guy next to me, and my heartbeat skipped a beat. I was sure, I was not exaggerating. He was so handsome. At the moment, I was shamelessly with no regret checking him out from her short black hair, to his red lips and that neck. Down to his broad shoulders wearing that sheer black shirt and, his tight butt fitted skinny jeans. It happened fast, I knew the trick as I repeated the image in my head. I took a sip of my ice cold drink to cool down unsure if it was from the dance or not, as he was handed his as well. He looked at me and gave me a nod, walking away into the crowd.

I pouted, not having the same reaction from him. The bartender, who was not my friend, gave me a small smile knowing what was going on in my head. I shrugged talking through my eyes, plenty more fish in the sea, right?

“Come here!” I was suddenly pulled again, as Sophia took me again to their table.

“I was getting myself a drink, babe!” I said, giggling. She wrapped her hand around my neck and whispered in my ear about the guy she was talking about…Harry.

“He’s here! I hope you like him!” She said.

“I hope he likes me,” I tell her.

“That too…” She titled her head, “Why wouldn’t he? HARRY!” She yelled, taking me forward as I tried not bumping into people and spill my drink.

That guy was there, the one I was checking out! “SOPHIA!” he yelled back making her laugh. I couldn’t believe my luck. How is this guy not older than me?

“I want you to meet my flat mate!” she introduced me.

“The old one?” He said, as his eyes did the same to me what I had, only he wasn’t so discreet.

“I’m 21!” I frowned.

“Yeah, that’s just how we tell you apart!” She kissed my cheek.

“Old one? And you were telling me…” she was such a hypocrite when I called them kids.

“She doesn’t date younger guys,” Sophia said, and I gave her a piercing look to stop.

“Oh, why not?” He frowned, clearly acting. “You’re missing out on us gems!”

I stepped away from Sophia, suddenly not too comfortable anymore. Taking a sip from my drink as I saw the others join the gang on the dance floor, leaving Harry and me on the table, clearly looking planned. I gave him a small smile, as he continued to stare at me. I turned around watching them dance, “are you offended?” Harry stood closer now, his voice much more deep, and softer.

I turned my head to see his face so close to mine. I, instantly, looked at his lips, and then met his eyes. I shook my head, “No…”

“I think you did get offended,” He said, wrapping his arm around my waist and turning me around. He was taller than me, and well built as I looked at his arms.

“How are you 19?” I asked.

“I’m going to be 20 if that makes you feel better?” He said, taking a sip of his drink.

“I’m not old…” I told him.

“No, you’re not…” He smiled, his dimples showing. He was truly beautiful, but many were.

“A year or two isn’t a huge gap…” I repeated my thoughts.

“That is what they’ve been trying to tell you,” He raised his eyebrows, smirking. I huffed, clearly losing my thinking capabilities in the loud music. “Do you want to step out? We can go to the balcony…” I nodded as he took my hand, the fingers knotting themselves as I stared down. There was this sexual tension which I couldn’t disagree with at all. We climbed the stairs to a quieter and almost empty balcony, excluding the girls heavily making out in the corner.

I took a deep breath looking at the view of the city from this point. It was all so pretty, it made me feel very happy. I wrapped my shrug around me, the wind blowing at a slow speed, making it a perfect balcony experience. “So, what are you studying?” He asked.

“Media…you’re studying law…” I stated. He gave me a shake of his head, taking a sip of his drink. I took a deep breath wondering where this conversation will go. We didn’t speak for a while, as I looked down at the passing cars. He kept his glass on the floor table and came closer to me.

“So, younger guys don’t do?” He said.

“It’s not logical,” I said.

“Dating older guys is not logical!” he laughed. “Now, dating older women though, is a different case altogether, at least for me. My age girls don’t work…”

“Really how?” I laughed.

“Okay, look at it like this, is it about maturity?” He asked. I nodded, “I might be 19, but my mental age is 28, maybe even 30!” We both laughed, “No no, hear me out! Dating a younger guy is always better! I can never use age on you like all men do! Age as maturity is bullshit…when it comes to me!” He stated. I laughed, throwing my head back.

“Let’s take a few shots, c’mon…” He wrapped his hand around my waist. As soon as our bodies met, there was this tingling feeling which I was sure he felt too. We went to the upstairs bar and ordered shots. Taking three each, he continued, “Look men getting older, get really snobby and crabby. Now, I will always be younger than you, so always less crabby,” I giggled at his explanation.

“I have more, listen to me,” He held my face in his palms, making me meet his eyes, I nodded clearly drunk as him, “Okay, there will always be fewer ego clashes because, you will be my teacher and guider in a lot of ways like I would be, and that is so important to a relationship. I don’t have to act like this big responsible man all the time, and you don’t have to act like the responsible woman, we can both be kids as we are already breaking social rules.”

I nodded, agreeing to everything he was saying, “then, you know, sex with a younger guy will always be better.”

“You have to explain this!” I asked, holding a frown, as I wanted more explanation.

“See, we will always be more energetic, and tricks can be learnt. Why will you not want to have sex with this sculpted body and learn your way through sex, than be with an old man who has too much experience and not much-moving capability.”

“Yes your honour, you’re right!” I yelled raising my hands.

“I will always cook, no this man business you know, that’ll be bullshit, and you can always set me right. I have so much more!”

“But, you’ve already won the case, sir!” I said, wrapping my hands around his neck. “Now, we have to see if we are mentally and well, physically compatible as well.”

“Sex and talk are so important,” he nodded, we both were pissed drunk. “We should check-“ I didn’t give him any more words as I crashed my lips to his. It was so intense and passionate, as he pushed me against the wall, my head hitting back, as his lips shifted down my neck creating this feeling of ecstasy is me which I had never felt before.

“I’ve dated only once before,” I said. “So I don’t…fuck,” feeling his lips suck on the nape of my neck, “ No experience, and isn’t that bonus?”

He stopped, resting his head against mine, as we both tried to catch our breath, “we’ll figure it out,” he said kissing my forehead.      


Tell me what you think about dating younger guys, help a girl. 




Gasoline: Chapter 8

Members: All

Genre: Gang AU

Words: 3k (sorry)

Warnings: violence, swearing, etc as in previous chapters!

Chapter 1 ,  Chapter 2  , Chapter 3 , Chapter 4 , Chapter 5 , Chapter 6 , Chapter 7 , Chapter 8 , Chapter 9  , Chapter 10, Chapter 11 

Originally posted by blexicana2thoughtbubble

Deep red faded to pale blush as I washed the blood off in the sink, angry and intrusive against the polished white of the basin. I let my hands slide over each other, staring blankly at the red substance disappear down the drain, a reminder of how real this had just become. Although my eyes were focused on my hands, nothing could bring the cruel image out of my mind, the lifeless body of my brother in front of me as his cold, beady eyes stared back.  

“You need anything?” Ten appeared at my side, cutting into the corner of my vision with a somber face.

“No, I’m alright,” I responded, trying to keep a level voice, despite the hoarseness.

“When you’re done, Taeyong wants to talk to you.”

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Mariana Trench

Prompt: Three times Michael has lied to either Gavin or Ryan for the wrong reasons, and one time he did it for the right ones. (GTA mavinwood)

For Olivia - thank you so much for all your support <3 <3


Michael’s in too deep before he even knows it.

It starts in a club the night after their first successful heist as a full crew, a motley assortment of bounty hunters, hit men and vagabonds that Ramsey pulled together from fucking Craigslist, beggars with big dreams who all have just a touch of eccentricity to them. Enough to make things work.

It’s the most fun he’s had in years. He’s known these men seventy-two hours but they feel as close as family already.

Well, maybe not quite like family, because the three of them have wandered away from the rest of the group to sit together at a booth close to the dance floor, and if they were family he wouldn’t be noticing how nice Ryan’s lips look as he lifts his glass to drink, or how the colourful lights flicker across Gavin’s skin so prettily, how good they look sitting side by side - Gavin latched himself to Ryan early on, like a little golden bird perched on the back of a huge dark-haired wolf - now their shoulders brush, they’re sat so close, and Gavin’s fingers trail across Ryan’s wrist to get his attention. Michael can’t stop thinking about how well he’d fit between the two of them.

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honestly ??? lorna from otgw had so much fuckin potential to be a bomb ass main character like i wish she was introduced earlier on in the series and joined the gang ??? she was such an interesting character like i wanna know her backstory i wanna know why she lives w aunty whispers ??? where is her actual family ??? how did she become possessed ??? i have so many questions about that bitch I want her to have her own spinoff or smth idk i freakin love lorna

Gasoline: Chapter 6

Members: All

Words: 1.5k

Genre: Gang AU

Warnings: Violence, etc, as always

Chapter 1 Chapter 2  , Chapter 3 , Chapter 4 , Chapter 5 , Chapter 6 , Chapter 7 , Chapter 8 ,  Chapter 9  , Chapter 10, Chapter 11 

Originally posted by ohbaibeeitsyou

Three weeks had gone by since I returned home.

Normality resumed. The pain subsided, bruises faded as quickly as they had bloomed, cuts left only red lashes in memory of what had happened. The wall of the restaurant had been put back up, service resumed, I continued waitressing, living a fairly inconsequential existence.

However, the images of the past still played in my mind. The crescents of Ten’s eyes as he smiled contrasted the distended eyes of the man I had shot. Images of blood on the floor still fresh, not sure if it was the dead man’s or mine.

Feelings of alienation never subsided, as though the city most people saw - the innovative building and flourishing parks - had rejected me, forcing me towards the underground life of crime that I now recognised as the centrality of the city.

I looked out the window again, eyes concerned as they lingered on the van that had been parked on the kerb for three days now. Ordinarily, I would had believed it was road works or electrical maintenance. Now the thought of the van representing something more sinister dogged me as I reached a table in the corner, ready to take another order.

“Hello again.” The voice was familiar, hauling me from my thoughts as I looked past the menu held up in front of him.

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No One Else - Chapter 2

Originally posted by fy-sexo-exo

Summary: You find yourself caught in the EXO gang even though you had just finally reached some form of freedom from your family. Will Sehun ultimately destroy your little bit of peace? Or will you join in his gang to find the place that you truly belong?

Scenario: Mafia/ Gang AU, Sehun Leader

Paring: reader x Sehun

Warning: Language - Possibly smut later on

Word Count: 3466

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

(Sehun’s POV)

The world was shaking. I groaned aloud, letting the world know that it should probably stop its movements if it didn’t want me to do something about it. Stupidly, it did not listen to my command, but instead I could now hear something. Was it a voice? It seemed familiar. I tried to pay more attention to understand what it was saying. “Sehun! Sehun! Wake up! What the fuck happened to you! Wake up” The voice sounded panicked, but hearing the person’s voice left me a lot calmer than before. “Chanyeol” Chanyeol stopped his shaking and yelling for a second, then continued a lot more harshly. “Sehun, you there? You alright? Answer me!” he was in fits. Sighing internally, I decided to have a little bit of fun. “Come closer” I croaked out. Chanyeol listened immediately and his ear was right beside my mouth, right where I wanted it. “STOP SCREAMING YOU IDIOT!” I yelled back as loud as I could. Chanyeol flinched backwards and I put a smirk on my face.

Moving to get into a sitting position made me realize how much pain I was in. I winced and exhaled sharply on my way up, making Chanyeol flutter his hands about me to try to help. I flicked them away and tried to give Chanyeol some answers. “That girl can fight.” Was the brilliant response I came up with. Chanyeol’s eyes got big “That girl did this? I thought maybe she was with another group that jumped you! How could she do this to you?” He was right to be shocked, I was still in shock. This girl had experience in fighting. Whether it was professional or street based, I couldn’t tell, but I was determined to find out. “We need to find her, we can’t let her go free. But before that, what happened to Mr. Byer?” Chanyeol’s face became stoic once again “He’s gone, I called the crew to take care of the body. Should be finished within the hour.” “Good, now take me home. I need to wash up and then we will find this mystery girl”.

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anonymous asked:

I wish the clans (more so the writers) were like "u can join our gang Only if u complete these tasks" instead of just being like if ur a kittypet/ loner/ rouge u can Die. Like I feel like it'd just be better for the clans and way more interesting if they did that??? Like u have to be able to hunt and have to show some skill in fighting and all that and just overall if ur capable of clan life then u get ur new name and start as an apprentice (no matter what age u are). What's ur onion

yeah that would be good! it could be some really random shit too like “find me a squirrel with a white spot on it’s face” or “bring me back x plant that totally exists and i didnt just make up on the spot” 

or it could just be a “prove ur honor” fight each time the clan accepts someone new, and it’s usually vs young new warriors who are cocky (cough longtail cough cough) 

The New Girl

Request: “Can I get a request where the reader is a new girl at Derry and Henry Bowers and his goons want to tease her but she turns out to be even more psycho then the Bowers Gang and Henry ends up catching feelings for his match?”

Pairing: Henry Bowers x Reader

Warnings: Slight profanity

You were the new girl at Derry High School, but you weren’t just any girl. No you were the bad girl. After getting expelled from your last school your parents decided to move from Castle Rock, Maine so that you could get a fresh start. But that wasn’t going to happen, you decided you would tone it down with all the bad girl stuff but you weren’t going to quit.

“Hey fresh meat!” Someone shouted. 

You rolled your eyes and turned around slowly glaring at the four boys standing a couple feet away from you.

A tall boy with long hair chuckled and whistled, “My you are a beautiful fresh piece of meat.” He smirked.

“Patrick tone it down.” A blonde boy with a mullet said.

Standing next to them was a chubby guy and a skinny short guy with blonde hair styled to the side.

“No no let him. Frankly he’s going to regret it.” You said as you cracked your knuckles.

“Yeah I don’t think so.” 

Patrick circled around you, placing one of his hands on your butt and squeezing it you grabbed his wrist.

An “oooh” came out of the mouths of the boys as they witnessed the scene unfold in front of them.

Taking advantage of the fact that you were holding Patrick’s wrist you slammed him into the lockers. You wrapped your fingers around his hair and slammed him two times before he fell down on the floor.

The boys ran to his side except the blonde boy with the mullet.

“What the hell!”

“You’re a psycho.”

“Glad you noticed, there’s more where that came from. Next time don’t mess with me or else.” You threatened.

The boys stayed silent until the boy with the mullet spoke up.

“You’re new here so let me introduce you, my name is Henry Bowers. The guy you just beat up with some lockers is Patrick, and kneeling right next to him are Belch and Vic. We’re The Bowers Gang and you honey don’t know who you’re messing with.” Henry explained as he looked you up and down. 

“Oh I know exactly who I’m messing with. Some childish little boys who think that they’re the kings of this school. Well newsflash little babies you’re just some immature kids who have no life because they spend their time bullying other students.” You stated.

Henry was shocked by your words. Never in the world did he think that you would stand up to him and beat up one of the members in his gang. 

“Well how about you join these childish little boys as you call us. You’re bad and we’re bad, maybe we could join forces.” Henry suggested.

“Henry!” Victor exclaimed but Henry stuck his finger out signaling the boy to be quiet.

“I don’t know, I’ll have to think about it. But if I joined it would have to be under my conditions starting with making me a leader as well.” You stated.

You weren’t about to be one of Henry’s goons you wanted to give the orders as well and have people listen to you not step on you. 

“Deal, I could use a partner to help me with these boys.” Henry winked. 

You smirked, liking this side of Henry, “Okay but I’ll still think about it.”

You turned around and looked at Victor, Belch and Patrick, “Toodle loo boys, see you in your nightmares.”

Once you walked away the boys were in shock, wondering why Henry had done what he did.

“You told her to join our gang?” Victor asked.

“What the hell man that bitch is psycho.” Patrick grumbled as he rubbed the side of his face that had been slammed into the lockers. 

“You deserved it you grabbed her ass and we need her in the gang she’s a perfect candidate.” Henry said. 

“You only asked her to join because you like her don’t you Bowers?” Belch asked.

“Maybe but that’s not the point. If she accepts my offer say hello to your second new leader.” 

André Burakovsky #1 - Stressful Studying

Anon asked: Hey I’ve been rereading your imagines while taking small breaks between finishing up scholarship essays! I was wondering if you could please do one with André Burakovsky and stressing about college? Xoxo

I will be honest this one took a turn I was not expecting. There is a bit of angst but seeing as how I like for things to be super fluffy and cheesy it was quickly resolved. Anon, I interpreted your ask to mean the reader is currently in college though I debated between that and the reader worrying about getting into college. I wanted to write about André for a while and if someone hadn’t requested it I would have likely done it myself. For some reason I was feeling a camping theme. Maybe I can use that elsewhere? I hope you enjoy it!

After the third consecutive night stuck in the university’s main library until the early hours of the morning you found yourself seriously questioning why you chose to become a biology major. The phases of the cell cycle and gene interactions blurred together until it gave you a headache and you finally decided to call it a night. Your watch told you it was nearing two in the morning and you debated on whether or not you could call your boyfriend to pick you up or walk back to the apartment. In the end as you exited the building the decision was made for you. A few spots down from the entrance was your car with your boyfriend André Burakovsky sitting behind the wheel playing with his phone. You smiled, hitched your backpack higher and crossed over the parking lot to meet him. He didn’t notice you approach and when you rapped your knuckles on the window he jumped, obviously startled.

He unlocked the passenger door and you slid in, “hey, what are you doing here?”

He shifted the car into reverse, “well when you didn’t text me back about dinner I knew you would be here for a while. I couldn’t sleep without knowing if you were okay.”

You rested your head against the window and watched the city as you drove by. Washington always seemed to be busy but as late or early depending on how you looked at it, as it was the city seemed to actually quiet down for once. The drive from campus to your apartment wasn’t a long one but you had apparently dozed off anyway. André gently shook your shoulder and walked around the front of the car to help you up. He took your bag without you having to ask and acted as a crutch for you to lean on. You just had to get to the elevators and it’d be easier from there. Your bright blue bag looked ridiculous on him and you couldn’t help the giggles that came out. To your exhaustion muddled brain everything was funny.

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The inevitable (Pt.6)

Genre: Mafia!BTS

Pairing: Yoongi X Reader

Fandom: BTS

Summary:After Hoseok is sick of you moping around after your break up and Yoongi overworking himself he made a plan to put you guys together. Despite surprising you with the sudden meetup you come to terms that maybe it was okay to move on already. He’s a mafia member with a short temper? Well, nobody’s perfect.

Pt.1 // Pt.2 // Pt.3 // Pt.4 / Pt.5

Originally posted by minyoongiaesthetic

Sitting in the waiting room felt like forever, just trying to know if your best friend was okay. You wanted to pace around the room but didn’t want to disturb the other people so you sat still, your hands shaking in your lap. A pair of shoes replaced the flooring that you had been staring at and you looked up to see your boyfriend. 

“Y/N, sorry im so late the traffic was awful. Are you okay?”

With a nod, Yoongi came and sat down next to you. You felt his hand place itself over yours. The feeling of his warm hand was comforting but you still felt like bursting into tears.

“He doesn’t deserve this….this is all my fault…” You mumbled.

“How in the world is this your fault? You didn’t tell him to go pick a fight.” 

“No but things have been awful between me and him ever since-…..Forget it.”

Yoongi’s eyebrow cocked as he sat up straight, knowing what you were implying.

“Ever since we started dating? Wouldn’t that make this my fault as well?” Yoongi said, sternly. 

You stayed quiet, not wanting this to turn into a fight. You only wanted to focus on Hoseok. 

“Well it’s not your fault or my fault. All this stuff that’s been happening was something we couldn’t prevent. We can both sit here and think of all the things we could have done but Y/N, one of us was bound to get hurt. We’re in a gang! That’s how things work. No matter if you were still single he still goes out there and gets into fights. We can’t change things now, we just have to accept them for what they are.”

You flipped your hand over so you were holding his properly, keeping a tightened grip.

“I know…I’m just scared…”

His eyes softened and he sat his back against the plastic waiting room chair. He used his other hand to reach around, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“So am I. He’s one of my best friend’s too and I hate this just as much as you do.”

Yoongi was right. About everything, in fact. He’d known Hoseok longer so you couldn’t imagine how he would feel losing him or what kind of wondering thoughts he was hiding in his head. You were so focused on your own loss you didn’t even think about how Jungkook was doing or how the rest of the gang felt about the whole ordeal. You knew what you were signing up for but you failed to realize that Yoongi wouldn’t be the only one you needed to worry about.

“I know, I’m sorry. How are you feeling?” You asked, looking up at him.

“Better. We made a pact not to call the police for anything nor to use 911 so without you he probably would have died there.”

“Does this gang really mean more to you guys than your lives?”

Yoongi shrugged. “We made it a rule years ago but ended up abiding by it. Without each other there isn’t much of a point. We’re kinda all we got.”

“You have me..” You interjected, making the corner of his mouth rise as he smiled. 

“But I almost lost you. The look on your face said it all, especially when you didn’t look at him when I approached.”

“….I wasn’t really going to break up with you. I just thought maybe it was the only option, right now.”

Yoongi leaned closer to you, pressing his lips against your cheek to return the warmness in your chest. It was probably exactly what you needed in this moment. You took notice that your hands finally stopped shaking and it felt easier to breathe. 

“Well, it’s not and even if you did, I wouldn’t give you up without a fight.”

You felt yourself smiling back. “Wow, my hero.”

One of the nurses approached the two of you, holding her clipboard in hand. 

“Are you here for Hoseok?”

You instantly rose to your feet, nudging Yoongi.

“Uh, Yes and Jungkook. Are they okay? Can we see them?”

Yoongi placed a hand on your arm to get you to calm down and not hound the nurse with questions before she was able to speak so you stopped, listening. She didn’t look like she had good news on her mind but you tried to not rush to a judgement. 

“Yes, we placed them both in the same room and it’s the first door on the right when you walk down the hall.”

“Thank you so much.” 

“Y/N!” Jimin yelled, running over to the three of you. You saw the rest of the members walking behind him, looking a little less than happy to be there. One of them specifically wasn’t looking too happy. You moved past Jimin, rushing over to put your hands on Namjoon’s chest.

“Wait. Please don’t yell at him. We haven’t even seen him yet and he was seriously hurt.” You begged.

“Do you know what he did? He almost got himself killed along with Jungkook! Jungkook only followed because he looks up to him and he knew that.”

“I know, I know but you can yell at him later. Please…do this for me?”

As much as he tried to be the toughest you knew he had a weak spot for you. You never knew why but you always sorta felt he was like an older brother towards you. He would always try to have your best interest but sometimes came off too protective. Nonetheless he caved, moving your hand off of him.

“Fine. Hurry up and go see him.”

You smiled, grabbing Yoongi’s hand as you two rushed off to the room. With a few small knocks on the door you entered the room. Hoseok looked up to see the two of you in the doorway. He turned his body away from the door. 

“Hobi? How are you feeling?” You asked, sitting down on his bed next to him. 

“I’m fine….I’m sorry I worried you so much. I was trying to avoid shit like this because I already know how you get.”

Your hand moved up to his hair as you played with it, knowing it always cheered him up. 

“You did worry me you idiot. Why would you go out and pick a fight?”

“I don’t know. I felt like everyone else has something going on and I thought if I could get us more territory then they would notice me doing something for once. I shouldn’t have dragged Jungkook into this either.”

You scoffed. “You should tell that you Namjoon. He’s pissed.”

Hoseok let out a small laugh, knowing the trouble he was in.

“Yeah I’m sure. I’m sure you had something to do with him not coming in here and killing me himself.”

“He’s only like that because he cares so much about you guys. Without him you all would be everywhere doing god knows what.”

“I know. Thank you, Y/N. I owe you one for saving my life.”

You smiled. “I’m just happy you’re okay.”

Yoongi held back his jealously as he saw you two being close since he knew everything that happened. He knew pretty much the whole situation but there was one thing he couldn’t figure out just yet.

You excitedly turned to Jungkook, sitting by his side.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you, Kookie. How are you feeling?”

Jungkook shrugged.

“Probably better than Hoseokie-hyung.”

“That doesn’t mean anything. You’re still hurt and I’m not letting you get up off this bed until you’re better, you hear me?”

Jungkook couldn’t help but laugh, seeing you trying to baby all these gang members. You really did have a way to sneak into their hearts unexpectedly.

“Yes, ma’am.”

While you and Jungkook were chatting away, Yoongi knew he only had a few minutes before the other members joined in so he had to make it quick. He looked at Hoseok directly.

“Why did you do it?”

Hoseok tilted his head in confusion, knowing he’d already explained the fight a millions times now in front of him. Yoongi shook his head, trying to tell him that wasn’t what he was referring too.

“Why did you set us up? You’re so obviously in love with her.”

His eyes widened and he checked to make sure you weren’t listening but he also seemed as if he expected Yoongi to catch on.

“Because she’s so obviously not into me. I thought I could push her off on someone else more suitable without me giving it much thought but-….I got in the way anyway. I got jealous and idiotic in the end and it took me this long to realize it doesn’t matter. I just want you guys to be happy. I care about both of you, I love both of you. So it kinda worked out in the end.” He said with a weak smile.

Yoongi rolled his eyes. “I hate it when you do this shit. You act like you’re being nice but you’re still putting yourself down. Damn it Hoseok, You deserve to be happy too-”

“And I will be. Stop worrying about me for once. Even when I thought I was going to die I didn’t tell her how I felt and that means I truly want you to be together. I can always find someone else. Hell, if a gang like us is all slowly finding someone then there hope for me too.”

Yoongi gave a nod, looking down at Hoseok’s bandaged up arm.

“I’m sorry this all happened. I should have picked up the phone…I should have noticed something was wrong.”

Your ears perked up hearing him say those words. Yoongi was feeling guilty but back then he was trying to calm you down. It was impressive he was able to successfully do so while hiding his own fears. It also made you a bit worried that in the the future he’ll bottle things up.

“It’s over now. Now I’m just waiting to get my ass kicked by the leader.” The younger one laughed.

Yoongi let out a chuckle himself, seeing Hoseok finally smile.

“Just promise me something.” The older one added.


“Promise me that you won’t let it get this far again. I want to be there for you just as much as I do for the other members or Y/N.”

Hoseok’s face lit up with a smile.

“Yeah, I promise.”

Seeing them getting along felt like you were finally able to breathe after holding your breath for so long. They used to be so close before all of this and you were glad that it looked like they were able to work things out finally. Before you could even say anything you heard the door open as the other 4 members came into the room. It wasn’t as tense as you had expected to be, in fact they all just seemed happy the both of them were okay. For a gang, they sure just seemed like a family.


END (Finally.)

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               okay so let’s make this quick and pretty .  when i thought about moving daphne to a new blog ,  many things scared me ;  one of them being ,  of course ,  if people would still write with me .  starting ‘ fresh ’ seemed pretty terrifying at first  —  i have come so far with my girl ,  so much development has been made and so many amazing threads have been written that i wasn’t sure if i wanted to move blogs ;  it felt almost as if i would be leaving everything i had built with daphne for the past year and a half behind !!  but ,  with a bit of encouragement from some friends ,  i took a change and i can honestly say from the bottom of my heart that i was completely wrong .  moving blogs was definitely one of the best things i ever did for both myself and daphne ,  and a huge part of that is because of you friendships !!  i could never have imagined that i would be achieving such a huge milestone within a month of restarting ;     seeing how many of you have stayed with me and how many of you have just recently joined this little gang of ours makes me very ,  very happy everyday ,  and i don’t think i’ll ever be able to thank you enough for being so supportive and kind .  i could barely believe it the first time i reached this number ,  and the second time around is just as unbelievable !!

                 under the cut will be listed just a few of the amazingly beautiful and talented people who continue to inspire me every single day .  i wasn’t able to add every single url that some of you guys have ,  there are just too many sometimes !!  thank you to all 1k+ of you for being the best friendships i could ask for .

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Red vs Blue S15 E15 Thoughts


• Lopez quoting Star Trek gives me life

• I wonder who that could possibly be >w>

• Grif made a bunch of Wilsons with the others faces on them I’m dead.

• Grif’s impressions of the guys are killing me.

• Wait if Grif learned Spanish. He can finally understand Lopez!! Lopez is gonna flip shit when he finds out.

• That Caboose impression

• Awww Grif really cares about Cabooses feelings

• Oh hi locus

• Oh hi Lopez. Grif knows Spanish now.


• Of course the Doc ball is missing

• “Did you touch Simmons?” I’m sorry wait what?

• The X is gone because 343 decided to remove that skin from Halo 5 sadly.


• Awww, locus let him keep them!

• I miss Felix.

• Jesus, Grif sounds like me when I’m with @yourscientistfriend

• Grif’s gonna drive Locus insane.

• Can locus join the gang of misfits now? Please please please!!!!!

Ya’ll I’m Not gonna lie, even with Locus there I’m still scared for Grif. I feel like he’s gonna end up in a near death situation like Biff just so Temple will flip out and see the wrong in his ways.

the gang slowly getting worse

I forget who came up with the idea but Liz ( @buffalowingpassion) wanted me to make these so I did. 

- with half the gang either dead or about to be dead, Pony is just angry
- he’s trying to figure out his identity and every time he thinks things are stable, they change on him
- he has a lot more outbursts and is a lot more violent

- to get out this anger he joins the football team!!
- anger = strength?? okay. and he makes the team
- he can run, he can be possessive and he can take a punch
- basically, he turned himself into Dallas
- so Dallas was a good footballer apparently
- but Pony gets red cards all the time
- he causes fights and yells at the refs and his teammates
- it’s bad, trust me
- pushing and shoving and flat out cursing
- barely listens to his coach, let alone Darry
- eventually he gets kicked off and he’s just “well shit what now”

- Darry just stops caring
- in 1965, he missed two days of work due to sickness
- in 1966, he missed about three weeks of work because he just couldn’t function
- he’s always exasperated
- he needs a break and someone to love  

- Two-Bit steals more but it’s more practical things
- he used to steal cups and spoons from restaurants
- but now he’s stealing weapons

- “Tim’ll fight fair as long as he don’t”
- everyone is scared of Two
- don’t mess with Two-Bit unless you got a gang to back you up

- with no one to talk to about his problems, Ponyboy just shuts up about them
- he hangs out with Curly more and becomes a lot more tougher
- Pone then also helps Curly suppress his own emotions
- they’re friendship used to be so fun and naive and now it’s just toxic and angsty

- Pony is constantly carrying a switchblade
- he’s smart about it though
- and he’ll hide it when necessary
- it comes in handy around Socs
- but after the incident with Bob and Johnny, they avoid the Curtis gang altogether

- they also swear a lot more
- Darry is a hell of a lot more exasperated
- Pony is just swearing constantly, hoping it’ll relieve some stress it doesn’t

- guess who’s a mess after the war !!1!1!
- that’s right: Steve
- Steve in 1964: I’ll never be like my dad
- Steve in 1967: *is just like his dad*
- drinks all the time
- Evie tries to help but it’s no use; Steve’s nothing without Soda

and that’s where I’m gonna stop because I’m an emotional mess but feel free to request more, I guess?

a lick and a promise

“Nice place,” the boy comments.

           Angela declines to reply, neatly giving the speaker her back—still keeping him in her line of sight by using the reflective surface of a stainless steel tray she has propped up on the counter for this exact purpose.

           He cocks his head to the side, and she watches in the reflection as his matted hair falls unevenly into his glittering, coal-dark eyes.

           “You ain’t one for talkin’, are ya?”

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Unexpected Visitor - Justin Bieber imagine

A/N: i think the requests were from the same person, it’s sort of the same scenario except some stuff changed idk…

Request(s): ‘Heey babe! 😚Can u do one imagine where they hang out with the squad and Justin and YN make eachother jealous bc they are broken up but they are friends anyway?💕 love u’ & ‘hey babe, can you do one imagine where Y/N and Justin are best friends but they like each other and they are trying to make each jealous and stuff, and the end can be all fluffy? thank you 💕

Warnings: fluff & angst, nothing crazy


“No, you can’t do that {Y/F/N}!” I exclaimed. We were currently playing an intense game of monopoly and I could get pretty aggressive. “Are you kidding me? That’s cheating!” I continued, beginning to get angry at the game. It wasn’t that I got angry easily, I just had a thing for always winning. And that’s what led to my break up with Justin. You see, Justin hated the fact that I was “overly competitive”, as he would say. We couldn’t play a game without him getting annoyed at the fact that I hated when I lost. It’s apart of how I grew up. I grew up in a competitive family. 

Back to the game, it was {Y/F/N} boyfriend’s turn. To be honest, I hated him because he’s tried hitting on me multiple times and {Y/F/N} is fully aware of it but, she still hasn’t broken up with him. Something just wasn’t adding up between the two of them. The doorbell rang and one of {Y/F/N} friends opened the door. 

“Oh hey Justin, glad you could make it! Come right in.” I heard her friend and whoever was at the door conversing. Please let it not be Justin. I just wanted to have a fun game night with my friends. Was it too much to ask for? The friend came back to the room, and of course Justin came straggling in. Everyone stared at Justin then, turned their attention towards me. {Y/F/N} gave me a questioning look, trying to make sense of what was happening. 

I shrugged my shoulders, confused myself. Who invited him here? The game commenced again and Justin stood around, not knowing what to do. I wasn’t going to invite him into the game because I could already sense he was going to start complaining. {Y/F/N} little sister decided to let Justin join the game.

“Thanks! How kind of you unlike anyone else here,” Justin said, seating himself next to my friend’s little sister. The nerves he had to come up in here and act like he’s the shit, when he’s really not. Everyone stared at each other once more, in collective confusion. I still didn’t say anything because lord knows how hard I was biting my tongue. Justin and I made eye contact and I gave him the dirtiest look humanly possible. He mouthed to me what was my problem and I ignored him. Just then, something sparked in my mind.

“Let’s change the game to something more fun, like truth or dare! What do you guys say?” I suggested in hopes people would agree. To my luck, they nodded their heads in agreement. “Good. I’ll go first. Justin, I dare you to leave and never come back.”

I could tell based off of Justin’s facial expression that he wasn’t having it. If he wanted to be petty then, so could I. “Well,” he began. “Nice seeing you too {Y/N}. I see that you haven’t changed one bit even after all these months.”

“Fuck you.” I growled, rolling my eyes at his remark.

“With pleasure.” he smirked. I wasn’t expecting Justin to reply much more with something like that. The tension in the air was getting too much for the others so, they came to the conclusion of taking the game elsewhere while we stared at each other, waiting for someone to say something. What a great day it’s been so far.

After that awkward experience from earlier, Justin and I decided to make up only because I said we should, not him. Him and I were some what childish so it was better to put an end to what was going on with us. The entire gang was outside so, we decided to join them. We walked out together and everyone glanced at us, once again with collective confusion.

“Well, what’d you two do?” {Y/F/N}’s boyfriend spoke up. “Have sex and forgive each other?”

“No. We just made up, that’s all there is to it.” I smiled. How much I hated him. “Enough chit chat about what Justin and I did and didn’t do. Let’s just have fun as civilized friends.”