did i just join a gang

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

ZUKO AND KATARA WERE CONSTANTLY PORTRAYED AS A TEAM WHEN ZUKO JOINED THE GANG

FIRST IN THE WHOLE OF SOUTHERN RAIDERS EPISODE

THEN WHEN THEY DID A PRACTICE DRILL OF AANG DEFEATING THE FIRE LORD 

THEN WHEN ZUKO ASKED KATARA TO COME WITH HIM TO BATTLE AZULA LIKE 

I JUST DON’T GET IT EVEN AFTER ALL THESE YEARS

THEY UNDERSTOOD EACH OTHER, SUPPORTED EACH OTHER, PROTECTED EACH OTHER, HAD SOME DEEP FUCKING CONVERSATIONS

ZUKO CARED SO MUCH ABOUT WHAT KATARA THOUGHT OF HIM AND WAS THE ONLY ONE IN TEH GANG TO GET HER. KATARA WAS THE FIRST ONE TO SEE SOMETHING GOOD IN ZUKO AFTER JUST ONE CONVERSATION EVEN THOUGH HE WAS STILL AT WAR WITH HIMSELF.

THEY HAD SUCH AMAZING CHEMISTRY LIKE THAT HUG STILL FUCKS ME UP AFTER ALL THESE YEARS LIKE A LEGIT WOULDN’T CHANGE IT FOR A KISS IT WAS SO INTIMATE AND LOVING AND MY MIND STILL CAN’T COMPREHEND HOW BEAUTIFUL IT WAS. 

FOR FUCKS SAKE HE TOOK A LIGHTNING BOLT FOR HER LIKE THAT BOY WAS READY TO DIE 

OH MY GOD I JUST GET SO MAD HONESTLY BRYKE HAD THIS GOLDMINE OF A LOVE STORY THAT WAS AMAZING AND THEY JUST THREW IT AWAY FOR A SELF INSERT CHILD WHO WASN’T EVEN PSYCHOLOGICALLY DEVELOPED ENOUGH TO RECOGNISE THAT KATARA WASN’T A PIECE OF PROPERTY OR REWARD THAT WAS OWED TO HIM OH MY GOD

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!

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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.

“Hmm?”

“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.

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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


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“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.”

Golden Days - Ryan Haywood GTA!AU Part 3/?

Pairing / The Vagabond x Reader

Word Count / 1,220

Warnings / swearing, blood n stuff

PART ONE / PART TWO / PART THREE  

A/N: honestly so suprised i havent given up yet, up this is kind of a filler but i promise its gonna get more exciting, i hope you enjoy, please let me know what you think and give me any advice! 

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It’s not finished, but all of the roughs are done!  So I’m gonna go ahead and tag @stanuary before I miss week one entirely.

So YEAH here’s my unfinished submission for Week One’s prompt: Home

I got a comment about the panels going by a bit quickly and being hard to read, so I posted the original script I wrote for this under the cut!  I hope it helps!

( also: @korino21 because )

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anonymous asked:

So I've been wondering about this for the longest time now but, why is it that Yona has not shown any interest in trying to figure out if King Il did truly kill his brother Yu-hon? like, it's understandable that currently in the arc she doesn't have the time. But even in the previous arcs not once do we see her question it or even wonder what really happened with king il and her uncle? It just seems so strange. Or at least wonder where did soo won even get that info from?

Hello!

She seemed quite in disbelief when Su-Won told her, but it’s true she hasn’t questioned it since. I think it’s partly because Yona hasn’t faced her position as legitimate ruler to the kingdom yet. Back when Zeno joined the gang he asked her if she wanted to avenge her father and take back her throne, but Yona decided she wanted to see Kouka for herself and travel. Questioning whether her father truly murdered his own brother Yu-Hon comes hand in hand with facing this question yet again (what does Yona want to do with the throne?), and perhaps Yona just isn’t ready for that yet.

flowerchildlovescats  asked:

I have a really important question and was wondering if you could help. My friend recently went on a date with a guy who forced her to have sex with him. She blames herself for it and acts like it isn't a big deal but I need to know how I can make her realize that what happened wasn't okay and that she shouldn't be blaming herself. I didn't know where else to turn, so I turned here.

#LAVENDER sisterhood answer:

You turned to the right place, however, I don’t know how much you can do.

As you can tell she’s been brainwashed by the Bro Code.  

Groomed into her own demise, and it’s that attitude, nativity of the problem, that will get her raped and raped repetitively.  Each time she will blame herself for allowing it to happen & society will blame her instead of blaming the rape culture.

Do you know how many times I’ve tried to console a rape victim and their response is “I don’t believe in that feminism crap.”   From Patriarchy’s side, you have to admit they done a great job at deflecting responsibility away from their violent acts.   

She acts like it’s no big deal because she knows that no one in her family will support her.  And she is right.  

Unfortunately,  emotionally she can’t escape the rape trauma and will start to act out with some form of self-hatred: drugs, food, cutting, mysterious health problems and then all the attention will be on those problems which she will also be blamed for.   

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What If, conclusion

Tracer blinked, a slow groan escaping her throat. A dark form loomed over her, out of focus to her groggy eyes. Panic tightened in her chest.

‘No, not him.’ She balled up her fist, ready to strike like a snake. Beeping filled her ears and added to her confusion.

“Woah, woah, woah!” A big hand flew up to catch her wrist, narrowly avoiding a left hook. Lena blinked, forcing the face into focus. A scruffy ape met her eyes. He set down a pen-like tool and snapped the glass on her chest shut with his free hand.

“Wha- The hell you poking around in me chest for?!” Her voice was hoarse from disuse. Confusion still swam in her brain but she was slowly taking in her surroundings. Her accelerator pulsated with her racing heart as she lowered her fist. Winston released her wrist, and settled onto the stool by her bedside.

“I- You weren’t waking up and Angela wanted me to take a look at the tech, she wasn’t familiar with it and she wanted to make sure it wasn’t faulty and-” He rambled a bit before taking a breath. “You… You’re alive. You’re really here.” He leaned into her, smothering the small Brit in a crushing hug.

“Won’t be for long you keep that up.” She choked out. He winced back, grumbling out an apology. Angela walked in, concern masking her features.

“Ah, you’re awake. Explains the alarms.” Mercy began looking over the equipment hovering by Lena’s head, dismissing various alerts and checking her IV drip. “So it was the, what was it, the accelerator?” She nodded at Tracer’s chest, addressing Winston.

“I’m not sure. Might have caused a spark that jump-started her heart.”

“That is my heart now. Or what’s left of it. Big hole where they cut it out to make room for this.” Lena mumbled, half awake now, tapping on the glass sealing her accelerator. She traced the scarring around the metal between her breasts. “It goes, I go…” Her eyes darkened as her tone dropped.

“Winston, could you give us a moment?” Angela held out an arm towards towards the door. Winston looked between the women before reluctantly agreeing. He sauntering across the room, stopping to turn.

“I’m glad you’re back with us, Lena.” She nodded, avoiding eye contact.

“How are you feeling?” Angela began as the door snapped shut.

“Mentally or physically?” She responded, a touch of sarcasm peppering her words as she slumped her head back against the pillow.

“Let’s start with physically.” Lena stared at the ceiling.

“Like I’ve been hit by a truck, then the arsehole threw it in reverse and ran me over again for good measure.” Angela simply nodded.

“And mentally?” She quirked a single blonde eyebrow.

“Like you should have left me to bleed out on that roof.” Lena responded after a long sigh.

“Wasn’t really my choice.” Angela idly tapped on the monitors by Lena’s bedside as the Brit turned to face her. Eyebrows furrowed and face contorted.

“Then who’s choice was it?” She asked, venom in her tone.

“Amélie is my best friend and she would have never forgiven me had I left you up there. She’s given you a second chance,” Angela turned to Lena, “Don’t waste it.”

Lena felt like she was being reprimanded. Maybe warned? She wasn’t sure which, but she couldn’t maintain eye contact either way. She glanced around the room before asking sheepishly, “Where is she anyway?”

“She was getting restless. Driving me up the wall. So I sent her on a mission.”

“Thought she was your best friend?”

“You haven’t had a best friend if they haven’t driven you crazy.” A small chuckle escaped both of them, defusing some of the tension in the room. Angela checked the IV drip once more, making slight adjustments before speaking again.

“Do me a favor and pretend like you’re still out. Wake back up when she gets back.”

“How long have I been out?” Sleep started to overtake her, despite her attempts to fight it.

“Too long.”



“You’re awake.” Relief filled the tone of the hand brushing aside Lena’s bangs.

“You can’t prove that.” She grumbled back. A gentle laugh filled the silence as Tracer opened her eyes. Amélie’s smile met her eyes and before they darted towards where the monitors were once located. She mentally thanked whoever disconnected her EKG before it could give away her heart pounding. Shaking her head she cursed herself for reacting like that before warm lips gently pecked her cheek.

“There’s clothes at your feet when you’re ready, chérie.” Lena took a few slow breaths. After hearing the door shut, she sat up. Taking in her surroundings, she felt a soreness building in her chest. Her hand slid over the tender flesh starting to scar just above her accelerator. She looked at the neatly folded pile of clothing at the foot of her bed. Taking another slow breath, as if testing out her lungs, she swung her feet off the bed. She snagged the shirt, holding it up against the hospital gown she was sporting. Her eyes rolled when she saw the Overwatch logo emblazed on the chest.

“Fucking of course.” she chuckled to herself.



Tracer took slow cautious steps around the base, familiarizing herself with the layout. A waft of greasy, delicious cooking food caught her attention as her stomach growled in protest. She followed the scent into the kitchen two more doors down.

“Well, good mornin’.” A slow American drawl greeted her. She scanned the room, finding McCree standing at a griddle angrily sizzling. Nodding in response, she slowly approached the fridge just behind the cowboy. “Hungry?” He smiled, poking strips of bacon with a fork.

“Parched actually.” She lied as her stomach betrayed her. McCree let loose a low, raspy laugh.

“You sure about that?” He asked, handing her a piece balanced precariously on the end of a fork. “Careful, it’s still hot.” He warned as she eyed the offering. She finally decided to take the bacon, pinching it between the ends of her fingers.

“I don’t deserve this…”

“It’s bacon, not a Nobel Peace Prize.”

“No I mean-” She sighed, shaking her head, “I don’t deserve this. Not breakfast, not this, not a second chance…”

“You know all of us said that once. Winston, after the moon. Angela, after the Swiss headquarters. Even I did.” She slumped against the counter as she tilted her head. “I ever tell you how I joined Overwatch?” Lena shook her head. “I was seventeen years old, and I did what any stupid teenager did, and back talked my father figure, if you could call him that. Leader of the Deadlock Gang, don’t even remember what I said to him now, just remember that he looked at me like I had just kicked his dog. Told me I needed taught a lesson. Left me holding the handbag on a big heist that Overwatch just so happened to bust. ‘Jesse McCree, Fearsome Outlaw of the Deadlock Gang Captured by the Brave Heroes of Overwatch.’ That’s what all the news stations reported.” He smiled, reminiscing. “Threw me in cuffs and left me to wait in an interrogation room. And in who walks none other than Gabriel Reyes himself. He takes one look at me and you know what he says? 'You gotta be fucking kidding me.’ and walks right the hell out of the room again. It’s quiet for a while. Then he walks back in again and gives me that stank face he would always make, you know the one.” McCree gestured to his own face while curling his lip. “Looks at you like he just watched you spit in his lunch? That look.” Lena chuckles.

“Looks right at me and asks 'How old are you, vaquero?’ And you know what my dumbass said?” He cocks an eyebrow at Tracer. “I go, 'Old enough to slit your fucking throat.’ 'cause I thought I was some tough shit, right? He leans across that table and says, 'I eat shit like you for breakfast, puto.’ And without missing a beat I go, 'You eat shit for breakfast?’” McCree spoke through a toothy smile, crinkling the corners of his eyes. “That bastard sits back in his chair and laughs. Now kid like me is offended. What do you say to a man laughing at you while you’re in cuffs? He wipes a tear from his eye and goes 'I like you, kid. Tell you what. I’m gonna give you a second chance and a job.’ And just like that, I was in Overwatch. You better believe after all the people I killed and the places I robbed I didn’t think I deserved a second chance. But if Reyes hadn’t given that to me, I’d probably still be running with the worst of the worst. Or dead.” Tracer watched intently, listening to his story.

“Now Amélie is giving you the same chance I got. I’ll give you the same advice the old man gave me. Before I signed on the dotted line he looked me right in the eye and said, 'Don’t fuck this up.’” McCree pointed at Lena as if he were remembering the moment from Reyes’s point of view. Lena looked down, nodding a couple times. The corner of her mouth pulled into a slight smile as she crunched on the now cool bacon in her hand.

“You’re not threatening her, are you ami?” Amélie walked into the kitchen, padding quietly across the tile. Her tone suggested she was kidding, but the look on her face hinted that he had better be kidding.

“Nah, just story tellin’ is all. Mornin’ Amé.” He greeted the frenchwoman warmly. “Coffee’s already on.”

“Merci.” She smiled and strode over to Lena, placing a soft peck on her forehead before reaching over her head to grab a coffee mug. “Café?” Pressed between Amélie and the counter, Lena had a hard time forming thoughts.

“I- what?” She sputtered.

“Coffee, chérie?” Amélie chuckled, cocking an eyebrow at the Brit.

How could she be so casual about this… Closeness? Tracer’s chest ached as her heart thrummed.

“Oh. No. No I’ll take tea if you have it.” Recovering slightly and shaking her head in disgust at the offer.

“English.” Amélie scoffed and rolled her eyes to look at McCree. She walked towards the coffee maker, two mugs in hand. Lena tried to look offend but couldn’t help herself when McCree and Amélie began chuckling.

“Something smells absolutely divine.” Angela walked in, stretching in the doorway, wearing an oversized shirt and shorts. Amélie slid a mug across the counter towards the medic and took a seat on the counter next to Lena. As she raised her mug to her lips, she winked at the younger woman and whispered.

“Watch this.” She hissed into her mug. “Angela,” she asked innocently, “What does 'HSI’ stand for?” All heads in the kitchen swiveled to the doctor in confusion. Her shirt bore the giant letters across her chest as a blush crept up her neck.

“I- It stands for Helix Security International.” She faltered at first, quickly recovering and trying to keep an even tone.

“Mmhmm. I don’t remember you having a shirt like that?” She prodded, elbowing Lena, who remained confused.

“It’s new.” She answered confidently.

“How new?” Amélie called her bluff as Angela reached for her mug.

“Ang, I think you grabbed the wrong… Shirt…” A tall, lean Egyptian soldier stopped at the doorway, looking like a deer caught in headlights. She wore a sports bra and jeans, and nothing else. As Lena spotted the word 'Amari’ embroidered on the sleeve of Angela’s shirt, she blurted out her realization.

“Wait. Amari? As in Captain Amari?” She announced, her voice rising as she connected all the pieces in her head. She turned to Angela, “You’re screwin’ Captain Amari’s daughter?!” McCree and Amélie burst into laughter as Angela grew as red as the mug she was holding. She set down the mug, spinning on one heel and pushing the younger Amari out of the kitchen. A smile decorated the soldier’s face, crinkling the tattoo under her eye. Fareeha resisted only slightly, letting herself be pushed knowing full well the doctor couldn’t overpower her.

“But Angela! There’s breakfast!” She let loose a mirthful laugh that echoed down the hallway.

“A lot has changed around here, huh?” Lena still looked shocked.

“Not much, Winston still eats three jars of peanut butter a day, Reinhardt still watches bad German comedies, and McCree still makes terrible jokes.” Amélie chuckled leaning into the younger woman.

“Amélie still doesn’t pull her weight for breakfast.” He glared but smiled as he spoke, “Plates, Amé.” She hopped from the counter, reaching into the next cabinet over.

“McCree still won’t shave that stupid beard.”

“Amélie still dances ballet when she thinks no one is watching.” They continued their banter as they approached the round breakfast table.

“He still wears that ridiculous cowboy outfit.”

“She might as well be wearing nothing at all.”

“You would like that wouldn’t you.”

“I might.” He winked and the pair of women laughed.

“I smell breakfast!” A bellowing voice erupted from the entrance. Reinhardt ducked under the door frame slightly and beamed at the trio setting the table. “Nothing warms my heart more than seeing a family breakfast.” He smiled before scanning the room. “Where is Angela?”

“Why don’t you ask her date?” McCree chuckled under his breath as Amélie elbowed him, holding back a laugh herself. Reinhardt furrowed his eyebrows as Amélie covered for their friend.

“She’ll be joining us shortly. Had a few things to take care of.” She turned to Lena, giving a knowing smile. “You going to join us over here?”

Tracer sat in awe of the scene unfolding before her. There at the table were people who genuinely cared for her; Not for how useful she was, nor for what they could get out of her. They laughed together, ate together, and smiled. She thought on all the moments she spent with Talon because she thought there was “nothing better for her.”

These people, didn’t exist.

This happiness didn’t exist.

And now they do. Right here.

‘With my friends,’ she thought. She smiled and pushed herself from the counter, taking slow strides to the table.


“Beats the hell out of eating with Reaper.”

anonymous asked:

this may sound random but I'm just really curious... RFA finding out MC used to be in a gang

(my friend buddy pal you have NO idea like omg this is my FAVOURITE SCENARIO EVER literally I COULD WRITE A 10K fanfic about this bc I love Gang!MC So. MUCH!)

Yoosung

  • MC never really considered telling him
  • sure, it was part of what MC had been in the past-
  • but damn
  • Yoosung is just, so pure and nice
  • maybe he’d feel put off by that?
  • it just seems like he has this image of MC
  • where he sees them as an innocent and precious being who came from the heavens to help
  • and something tells MC that being part of a gang isn’t something he’d ever fathom
  • they know that if Seven didn’t reveal it when he had the chance, it means they’re being given a chance but still
  • eventually, as their life advances, MC just forgets they never told Yoosung?
  • they’d been having such a normal relationship they just forgot?
  • and they probably wouldn’t have ever told him
  • until one day, MC and Yoosung are at the mall
  • there’s a creepy person trailing behind them, and MC suggests they leave
  • the creep follows them out the mall and MC acts on reflex when they see the creep’s hand reaching for Yoosung’s shoulder
  • Yoosung is in shock
  • MC just aprehended this person and is holding- a knife? MC flipped the creep over and is holding a knife to their throat?
  • MC had just followed their instincts and did to the man what they’d do back then when someone from a rival gang tried to attack
  • suddenly MC realizes they’re doing this in front of Yoosung
  • let go of the man, throw the knife elsewhere, take Yoosung’s hand and run
  • “Woah… Where did that come from, MC?”
  • MC bites their lip, but hey, what’s even the point of hiding it anymore?
  • “… Well, I was in a gang when I was younger. It was, er, just something I remembered from back then.”
  • Yoosung is… Well, he’s shocked
  • “Are you still there?”
  • “No, I left when I joined the RFA. Figured we had enough of a dangerous person with 707.”
  • MC is not in danger, so he’s really not angry or anything
  • Mostly surprised, and as long as MC promises to stay out of dangerous stuff like that, he’s seriously not worried

Jaehee

  • MC could see Jaehee not trusting them in the first days
  • I mean, she had her reasons not to, but it still felt a bit fishy to MC
  • for all Jaehee knew they were a normal person right??
  • but then MC realizes
  • that’s exactly why Jaehee doesn’t trust them
  • because they could be anyone
  • So, MC decides to just drop their personal information (besides, that hacker dude probably already has their info, no?)
  • When Jaehee connects, MC just drops a huge list
  • Full name, birth date, birth place, gender, family, education, past jobs, hobbies, height, etc.
  • Just thing after thing
  • “MC? Why are you telling me this?”
  • But MC is not done
  • “also to top it off I was in a gang. Not in it anymore, so please don’t worry. I’m not doing anything that could damage the RFA now”
  • Jaehee just assumes gang as in, y’know, some teens drinking liquor behind 7/11 and driving underage, egging houses and stuff
  • “… I’ll add all this to your file. Thank you, I suppose?”
  • from there on though, Jaehee does seem to trust MC more- I mean all the lowkey flirting in the chatroom probably happens due to MC’s blatant honesty the first day
  • In the party, Jaehee mentions how surprised they were to see MC was in a gang
  • “You didn’t seem like that kind of teenager to me, to join a gang and all. It’s amazing how time can change a person, right MC?.”
  • Teenager?
  • “Actually, I was in that gang up until I joined the RFA, and then I left.”
  • what
  • Jaehee realizes that was no small fry gang when MC explains a bit more
  • “Yeah… I guess it wasn’t the healthiest group, and all. I- I didn’t do anything too illegal, and my criminal record is clean though. I didn’t get caught doing anything and now I never will, so don’t worry Jaehee.”
  • um
  • she worries for like, half a week and then calms down because if MC smuggled weapons and now invites people to parties maybe they’re safe now

Zen

  • did someone mention Zen was in a motorcycle gang??
  • MC reads that and they’re pleasantly surprised
  • “ahaha wow same I used to be in a gang too!”
  • Zen also finds this amusing and starts telling his experiences in the gang
  • “Yeah the only parts that sucked was when your leader was mid-deal with another gang and you were guarding, and the police showed up so you had to run from them making sure they didn’t shoot ur boss ;;”
  • Zen is. Sure this is not what they did at his old gang
  • running away from police??
  • sure but they did that to avoid being given tickets for speeding and stuff
  • “what do you mean avoiding your boss being shot?!”
  • MC realizes hey maybe your gang was nearly a mafia and not everybody has that kinda experience
  • “oooooh wait nvm forget that”
  • Zen never really forgets
  • but MC never brings it up again so???
  • he’s just a bit scared MC would get into shady businesses again
  • luckily, MC can tell he’s worried when they meet him
  • If I did that, I’d make you look bad no? I don’t want to harm you, Zen. I’m out of that, mkay?”
  • reassuring words work miracles for him
  • so now when he’s telling his old gang stories MC always one-ups them with their actually dangerous real deal gang stories

Jumin

  • being in a gang was… Well, not something MC was ashamed of
  • it did shape them a bit as a person
  • but also not something MC wanted to bring out about themselves
  • and since nobody ever asked they never said anything
  • still, after the party and once they’re in a secure relationship with Jumin, they’re still on that “ask no questions receive no answers” mindset
  • on a miscellaneous day MC is walking down the streets with Jumin- probably after MC insisted on walking around after a long day 
  • suddenly, out of an alley a suspicious looking individual comes towards MC
  • it’s a woman, dressed in short ripped shorts, wearing a fishnet shirt with a black bandeau underneath, a handkerchief covering her mouth, many strange tattoos, and a knife in her belt
  • Jumin’s bodyguards start getting ready to act up
  • Jumin slowly wraps his arm around MC in case the woman tries to do anything funny
  • but MC just slips out of his grasp
  • and walks towards the woman with a large smile??
  • “Boss! It’s been a long time!”
  • the woman smiles and bumps fists with MC
  • “MC! Darn, how have ya been? I was scared somethin’ had caught ya, dropping out so suddenly!”
  • Jumin is, with good reason, confused
  • MC talks a bit with this boss woman, asking things like “how was everything running without them”, “if any new members had joined”, and “if the police had stopped trying to track down the hideout”
  • eventually they say goodbye and MC returns to Jumin’s side
  • “MC… Who was that…?”
  • “Oh, the boss of a gang I used to be in.”
  • back at home, Jumin tries to ask more
  • MC replies truthfully to his questions because what’s the point in hiding it??
  • Jumin is a bit surprised MC would ever join such dangerous people
  • also, he increases the amount of bodyguards for MC because what if an old rival gang attacked them?? 

707

  • he knew it was a bit more intrusive than he should be, but he needed to make a background check on MC
  • he enters their old chatting app acount and find some rather interesting chat logs
  • messages such as
    • “can’t hang out today, the boss has a deal w another gang and I  have to help out”
    • “can you believe I get to teach newbies how to shoot this is amazing maybe I’ll be the next boss!”
    • “be careful, the police are searching for our hideout and they’ve been lurking near. wear something that covers ur face and don’t bring guns today because if they catch you with those u r in trouble”
  • clearly not just, normal standard texting with friends
  • he can figure out pretty easily what they mean
  • he decides to bring it up on a call out of sheer curiosity
  • “MC, what did you do before the RFA?”
  • “I used to be in a little gang thing back then, also a couple odd jobs…”
  • he insists on knowing the gang name
  • and when MC tells him, he quickly makes his research
  • bam DRUGS GUNS MURDER ALCOHOL ROBBERIES
  • ok maybe not that bad but the gang is not rainbows and sunshine
  • he’s actually worried MC left the gang and now they hold grudges to them?
  • leaving organised crime organisations is never easy
  • still, MC insists it was just a small little side thing
  • Seven knows it was much more than that but he can tell MC doesn’t want to creep the others out
  • when he comes over to Rika’s apartment to fix the whole fiasco with the hacker thing, he actually scares MC
  • they didn’t expect him to get there so fast
  • he’s shocked bc when MC senses danger their hands move on their own
  • where a gun holster would usually be
  • MC admits that they’d been pretty used to having their gun handy-dandy 
  • also when he starts with all that “stay away from me I’m dangerous” MC is like
  • boi
  • “listen up if it weren’t for the gang’s shady contacts I can assure my criminal record would be the worst and I’d probably be in jail so don’t even try to tell me that”
  • eventually he’s like… chill?
  • like it’s in the past sure ok maybe MC was in a gang but he’s a dangerous hacker so who is he to speak

“Can I just point out something?”

“Boy runs away from home because his mothers fucking Psycho, No one takes him in, he winds up joining a street gang and doing questionable things with his ultre-powerful pokemon partner that could snap on him at any moment just to make ends meet- lol edgy linkin park emo teen”

“Girl who said boy has been protecting all his life up until this point escapes with a fucking legendary pokemon, gets found and adopted by the most loving parents you ever did see and given a job as a professors assistant and a nice cushy loft to sleep in WITH HER ADORABLE LEGENDARY PARTNER - OH NO POOR GIRL SO ABUSED SO SAD”

“Again, I love her, but HOLY SHIT”

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Like Her - Part 4 (C.H.)

A/N: I was asked to do a Part 4. Enjoy! :) x

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I could see a fleet of emotions flash across Calum’s face at my confession.
“What?” He asked.
I closed my eyes as I tried to rid myself of the images of my past from when I was a part of that gang. “Please don’t make me say it again,” I whispered.
I heard him stand up and angrily push the swing back, the sound of metal chains clanking in the air. “What do you mean you were a part of Harry’s gang?”
I opened my eyes to see Calum standing in front of me with both of his hands clenched into fists and a fuming expression on his face as his chest heaved heavily.
He took on step towards me. “What do you mean you were a part of Harry’s gang, Y/N?” Calum gritted through his teeth.
I gulped. “It means what it says, Calum.”
He didn’t rest his gaze. “Explain.”

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"What if”: The Prologue

Genre: Angst/Romance/Violence

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

A/N: This is the prologue, just a background narrative of the protagonist. Let me know if I should continue! Enjoy :)

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Chirstmas (Derek Hale + pack)

I sat down in the passenger seat and threw my bag in the back seat. I made myself comfortable. When he sat down he looked over at me and just nodded at my presence. 

“Did you really think you were leaving Beacon Hills without me?” I asked looking over at him.

“I was hoping you’d show up.” he smiled at me and I laced our fingers together.

“Is that an actual smile from the Derek Hale.” I faked gasped.

“I smile all the time around you it’s nothing new.”

“Uh it is to the entire world.”

“Whatever one is enough for me.” I smiled at him and gave him a peck on the lips.

“I love you.” I smiled.

“I love you more.” he said softly and I grinned.

“Where to babe?”

“I don’t know, I was just kinda thinking we could figure it out on the way.”

“Sounds perfect.”

Derek and I ended up Utah, in a big ranch house far away from the rest of society, just how he wanted it. We keep in touch with everybody back in Beacon Hills but they were all wrapped up in their drama. Honestly it was a relief to us, to not have to worry about it. Derek and I spent everyday together relaxing being glad that we escaped the supernatural world for now. We would just lay on the couch some days watching movies and cuddling, or other days we’d drive up to the city and find something cool to do. We were just enjoying ourselves for the moment.

For our first christmas gone, I wanted to spend it with pack and I know secretly Derek did too. We spent days preparing. We wanted the house to be absolutely perfect. We decorated to the limit. I was constantly on the ladder and Derek even had glitter all over his hands. We had lights everywhere. Derek and I stepped back to admire our work. This is exactly what I’ve always dreamed about. Settling down with the perfect guy, decorating my house for the holidays, doing fun and cute stuff constantly. I was so happy.

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“Uncovered”

“Vanoss has lived his entire life keeping his wings a well-kept secret. Even with friends as close as Jonathan and the guys, he still forces himself to hide his true identity every day, not just so he can save himself the heartbreak, but also to protect them from a danger that no longer exists. Memories of his past “lives” have left him scarred, reminding him why he forces himself to put up with the guilt he faces every day. When he finally loses his grip and slips up, everything comes crashing down once again. Evan may have predicted his friend’s initial reactions to finding out the truth, but what he didn’t predict was retaliation when he tries to run away again and to discover that after everything he’s done, they still want him in their lives.”

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The day started out quiet for Vanoss. Quiet, and extremely early. He didn’t tend to wake up later like the others, and was usually up and about by six in the morning. It wasn’t that he had trouble sleeping, the Canadian just liked getting up early. It was a normal day, which meant it was recording day with his friends. He knew for a fact that he was the only one of his friends that was awake in the city right now, so he refrained some sending a text to anyone. He didn’t have anything to say anyway, so it wouldn’t have done anything except earn him an earful from whoever he decided to wake up.

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Today in minor character love - Shen Zhui’s nameless subordinate!

Imagine him and Lie Zhanying after this, when Shen Zhui and Jingyan meet, comparing notes.

Lie Zhanying: So your minister just wandered into a criminal district with only four guards to meet an informer personally.

Shen Zhui’s subordinate: I can’t deny it. I hear your Prince ordered the Crown Prince’s cousin executed for desertion?

Lie Zhanying: that is something that he did, yes.

Pause. Laughter drifts out of the meeting room.

two subordinates exchange grim looks because OF COURSE they’re now friends.

Later Mei Changsu joins Jingyan and Shen Zhui for a meeting and the two subordinates look at Li Gang hopefully. So… Your Chief is a strategist right? Calm, reasonable, restrained, logical. He’ll be a good influence on them, right?

Li Gang: *laughs hollowly*

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Y/n works at a pet shop when her best friend introduces her to someone who shares her love for dogs, Calum.

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Rushing around the corner of the street I paused to catch my breath, looking down to my phone seeing how late I was. Sighing I persevered through my shaky breathing and within a few minutes I saw the sign. ‘Penelope’s Pets’ written on a small sign that hung by the shop, before I came to the shop I straightened myself up. I wiped under my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to seem like I was together.


As I walked into the shop I was greeted with the usual sounds of barks and meows, making my way past the pet essentials and some of our smaller animals and past reception, out to the left hand side where I keep my belongings during the day. I hung my coat up and placed my name badge onto my blue polo shirt, engraved with the shops name. I made my way further back to see all of the dogs and I was not disappointed when I saw all of their tails wagging and the barking becoming louder as I greeted each of them.

“Hey guys, did you miss me?” I asked giving Hev a tickle under her chin, she was one of the older dogs who I’ve known since I began working here, once I have enough money for definite I will adopt Hev.

For a while I do my usual jobs whilst we have no customers, I get the animals their food and monitor the new litter of puppies and kittens. Usually I focus on the puppies and Jen, my co worker and boss looks after the kittens. As I walk to the puppies I crouch down into their space, letting them climb up and chew on my laces. The litter were Labradors of all different colours, one in particular stood out to me amongst the rest for being a bit different. I call him Raff, short for Rafael his short coat of chocolate brown fur and his little ears being too big for him, making him slightly clumsy.

I heard the shop bell ring, I motioned to get up but Jen appeared, “I’ll get it don’t worry.” She smiled and I thanked her, continuing to play with the puppies.

Whilst I stood up to get them some more water I heard my phone ring and quickly answer it, “Okay you know I’m working.” I started, moving to the far corner in the back of the shop, trying to remain out of sight. “What’s up Ash?”

“I was just wondering if you were working today, and it seems like my question has been answered, see you shortly.” He said chuckling then hung up.

Me and Ash go way back, as to a time when I was 4 and he was 6, we’ve always been best friends and helped each other through a lot of events in our lives. He is the one who helped me get this job in the first place knowing my love for animals and all, he usually comes in once a week just to see me and check on me when he can, since he’s usually busy with his new band.

Jen wishes a customer a good afternoon before coming back to check on the kittens, “So, lover boy is coming in today?” She joked and I rolled my eyes. Jen always assume we are a couple, always has done except I never think of Ash in a romantic way, he will always remain as my dorky best friend.

“Y/n!” I let out a sigh placing the water bowls down for the puppies and made my way through the shop to the counter, seeing Ashton walking up to me with a toy chicken. “Fancy some lunch?” He joked and I rolled my eyes, placing the chicken back where it belongs, but as I did so I noticed Ash wasn’t alone.

Standing by the collars and leads was another guy, around the same age with dark brown hair, a slight tan and fiddled with the display of leads, knocking them all down. “Shit, I’m so sorry.” He exclaimed picking them up. I quickly moved to help him out, putting them back where they belong.

“No don’t worry about it, this happens a lot it’s a flimsy display.” I chuckled hoping to ease him a bit, he turned his head and glanced my way, as he did so I felt my cheeks warm up. Damn, he was cute.

His brown chocolate eyes which started to melt my insides, he placed the last collar onto the hook and straightened himself up. I turned back around as I began to hear barking.

Excusing myself I made my way back quickly to the dogs, checking on them all to see the noise was coming from the puppies. “Raff,” I began as I saw his ears now wet from dunking them into the water yet again. Picking him up I went to the front to get him a towel to dry his ears off, as soon as I made it through both of the boys faces lit up.

“So this is one of the labs?” Ash asked stroking his fur, I nodded as I held Raff close, not wanting to hurt him or make him uncomfortable.

Ashton’s friend made his way towards us, but seemed cautious, “It’s alright, he doesn’t bite….much.” I smiled to him and he came closer, his face was very close to mine and our shoulders were touching as he made a fuss over Raff.

“Hey lil buddy! Do you have a name?” His voice went all babyish and I couldn’t help but laugh a bit.

“His names Raff, short for Rafeal.” I told him and his face lit up, looking to me with excitement in his eyes.

“As in from teenage mutant ninja turtles?” He beamed and I nodded, remembering the days of watching it with my brother and Ashton, loving the names and wanting to name my own dog after one of them, but she’s a girl so we called her Tilly instead.

I tilted my head up, seeing his expression did not falter. “Yeah, do you want to meet the gang?” I joked and he eagerly nodded, looking to Ashton who was acting like a dad giving his son permission.

We walked through the shop and out into the back, immediately he ran towards the puppies pen. “Puppies.” He gushed with joy as he waited for me to let him in.

“Calm down Cal, they’re just pups.” Ashton told him but Cal ignored him. I opened up the pen and went into it, waiting for him to join me as we sat down.

Straight away the puppies yapped and sat on him, climbing over his legs and he laughed. I placed Raff back down so he could run around with his siblings. “So, this little one.” I said picking up the golden lab, “This is Leo.” Leo proceeded to lick my face and I giggled stroking his fur. “That one there,” Pointing to Calums leg with where another pup was perched, he was a bit different as he had black fur but a white paw. “he’s Donnie.” Calum began to stroke him and gave him a little hug. “You already know Raff, and that’s Mikey.” Calum glanced to Ashton and they shared a look.

Raising my eyebrow Ashton spoke up, “We have a mate called Mikey.” I let out an O and stood up, getting out of the pen and Calum went to follow me.

“Oh it’s alright, you can sit here for a bit whilst I sort some things.” I told him and he happily sat back down and played with the puppies.

As I walked through the shop I saw Ashton following me. “So,” He said leaning against the counter.

“So?” I said, copying his actions.

“What’d ya think about Cal then?” A grin emerged into his face and it wasn’t just his usual smile, it was his clever sneaky look.

I began to busy myself around the shop, fiddling with the the toy arrangements. “He seems like a nice guy.” I started with a smile, “Why? What is this Ash?” My smile fell as I wondered about Calum.

“Oh it’s nothing.” He said moving closer to where I was. “Just thought I saw that look you do that’s all.” He let out his usual giggle and I felt my cheeks becoming warmer.

I scoffed, “Phht you’d be wrong there then.” I tried to sound convincing but I doubt it was very convincing.

“Sure, whatever you say. So lunch?” He asked again and I shook my head, Calum came out and said a quick goodbye and they both left.

The rest of the day was fairly slow, I checked on the animals and played with Hev and her friend Wesley until I heard the bell ring once again. As I made my way to the counter I saw Calum walking towards me, no Ashton in sight.

“Hey, what can I do for you?” I asked politely, trying to hide my nerves.

He shuffled for a while before coming to the counter, “I wanted to ask you something.” He spoke up, and I tilted my head waiting for whatever he wished to say. “Would you like to go out some time?” I felt my jaw drop and his facial expression change to one of disappointment.

“Oh god, no it’s not that! It’s you’re asking me out, on a date?” I ask and he slowly nods. “I’d love to.” I told spoke up and his head jolted up, a bright smile emerged onto his face.

“Great, well this is for you Mademoiselle.” He placed one of the dog toys on the counter and I laughed, it was the toy squeaky rose and I sniffed it thanking him. “I’ll be in touch, Ashton gave me your number.” He chuckled and I rolled my eyes, how typical of him.

As he left I kept a hold of the rose as Jen came into the front of the shop. “So, I guess it wasn’t Ashton after all.” She spoke up and I shook my head.

“No, it never was about Ash. Guess I was just waiting for someone else.” I said smiling as I looked to the toy flower.

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Hello, I'm thinking about writing a story about a group of guys starting a cartel/street gang in modern day LA because I've always liked those types of themes and settings. I don't have much knowledge about it though and i was wondering if you would help? I'm thinking things like how do/did most gangs get started? How do gangs run and what's it like? or just anything having to do with the subject. Thank you.

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