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Oh, Baby (Namjoon x Reader) Pt. 12

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Pairing: Namjoon/Rap Monster x Reader
Rating: M
Genre: Smut/Mafia-ish AU

Words: 4,314

Summary: You were only supposed to have seen him twice. Only twice, no more, but now you’re getting dragged into situations you never wished for and Namjoon just keep showing up.

A/N: Sorry for the wait~ Saranghae~


When Yoongi’s phone buzzes on his nightstand he immediately groans—tired and peeved. Who the fuck is waking him up at—

He cracks his eye open.

–6:30 in the goddamn morning?

Sighing, Yoongi throws his covers to the side and reaches for his phone, squinting when the brightness of his screen momentarily blinds him. He’s only been back in town for one day, so one of his men better not have fucked up with the shipment in Daegu because there’s no fucking way he’s—

Oh. It’s a text from Namjoon.

Frowning curiously, Yoongi sits up and swipes his phone open, clicking on the text message.

Namjoon:

I have to take care of some business. Y/N is at my place. Check on her in the morning…please.

Yoongi’s eyebrows raise into his hairline at seeing the slight plea on the end, because Namjoon never really bothers using “please” in any of his orders. Just “thanks” or “see me when you get back”. But…then again, this isn’t really an order—it’s a favor. Yoongi isn’t obligated to come over and check on you, but Namjoon is asking him to because he wants to make sure that you’re safe while he’s away.

The soft-hearted fool.

Rolling his eyes at his friend, Yoongi shuffles out of bed and starts towards the kitchen, scratching his bare chest tiredly. He immediately starts a pot of coffee, not willing to leave without his life blood, and then returns to his room to throw on some real clothing. He settles on his favorite pair of ripped jeans and plain white t-shirt—struggling to get both over his limbs considering that he’s still half-asleep.

Finally getting his clothes situated, Yoongi returns to his kitchen and manages to find a travel mug for his coffee—being sure to pour himself as much as possible for his ride over to Namjoon’s place. After adding sugar and cream, Yoongi grabs his wallet, keys, and handy-dandy handgun, and slips out of his apartment.

The world outside is barely awake and Yoongi is grateful for it, knowing that the trip across town won’t take too long.

Hoping into his car, Yoongi sticks his keys into the ignition and taps the gas the minute the car is on. It’s not that he thinks you’re a bother, and that going to check on you is pointless—because it’s not. He gets why Namjoon would be concerned, after all the trouble he’s had. But Yoongi knows it’s only a matter of time before he has to leave on another assignment, and he wants to get all the sleep he can before that time comes.

A full 15 minute drive later, Namjoon’s building finally comes into view, and Yoongi slows down, turning towards the underground parking structure. He spots a car coming up the ramp as he slips around the corner, and glances up, figuring that he should be paying attention in case some random man or woman waves a friendly good morning to him.

But who he finds in the oncoming car is no random person. In fact, he knows this man’s face all too well.

“Fuck–!” he curses, slamming the gear shift into reverse just as Jimin floors the gas and zooms past him. Immediately, Yoongi narrows his eyes and scans Jimin’s car as he flies up the cement.

He spots a body lying in the backseat.

God-dammit!

Tires squealing against the pavement, Yoongi begins his pursuit, heart thundering against his chest. What does Jimin want with you? Yoongi knows that Jimin and Taehyung are friends, but as far as Yoongi knows, Taehyung has no use for you—he only likes to play around and mess with things that aren’t his. And Jimin would never come to pay you a casual visit at Namjoon’s apartment like this—the risk of getting caught and killed is too great.

Then…who the fuck had hired Jimin to nab you?!

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Alex Wolff and Ross Lynch got haunted during MFD filming

I just found this article on a particularly freaky moment  during the filming of My Friend Dahmer. During a sequence at the house in Bath, Ohio, the mood got really heavy. Alex Wolff began feeling very negative and then became angry. He got out of the car and started cursing Jeffrey Dahmer. “You know what? Fuck Jeffrey Dahmer! I was trying to empathize, but fuck him!” and as soon as he said all of that, all of the lights went out. That was when Alex immediately regretted what he said and began apologizing out loud, but the damage had already been done. He on and off woke up throughout the night in a sweat and felt like he was being haunted. I found that amazing.

Girl worth Fighting For

Title: Girl worth Fighting For

 Prompt: This is ten times worse than that.” A prompt by @one-shots-supernatural for the #SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge.  

 Summary: When you come back to the bunker from a rough hunt, the last thing you were expecting was to see an angel, a demon, and two hunters…singing a Disney Song.  

 Warnings: Mild Language.  

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You know that moment when you walk in and see something and all you can think is…there has to be an interesting story behind this…  Well…that sums up what was before your eyes.  You don’t know how it happened, you don’t know why.  It could have been a witch, a trick from Gabriel, the devil having fun…you didn’t know…all you could think of was…what the hell are these idiots doing?  And why were they singing and dancing to a Disney song?

“For a long time we’ve been marching off to battle.”  Sam and Dean sang together, both facing each other as Castiel, and Crowley stood of to the side, with a strange smile on their face.  All four of the men were kinda swaying to the music.  

“In our thundering herd, we feel a lot like cattle.” Castiel sang in his low, raspy voice.  His face did a strange twist, like he couldn’t believe he just sang that.

“Like the pounding beat, our aching feet aren’t easy to ignore.”  Castiel and Crowley sang together, each giving the other a strange look. Your jaw hit the floor as you realized what song they were singing. It was from ‘Mulan’, it was one of your favorite movies…

“Hey, think of instead, a girl worth fighting for.”  Sam added cheerily, his voice doing a little waiver, just like the in the movie, as he wrapped an arm around his brother.

“Huh?” Dean asked with a funny look on his face, looking up to his brother with a strange, questioning glance.  

“That’s what I said, a girl worth fighting for.”  Sam stepped away from his brother, sweeping his arm out as if he were in a musical.  “I want her paler than the moon, with eyes that shine like stars.”

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anonymous asked:

honestly like irl running into someone who self identifies as a liberal or is a male feminist or has like a coexist sticker can be like. a Relief.

God mood except every time I see a car with a coexist sticker I feel like some angry right winger will pull it off or damage the car

Playing a vampire character in Skyrim and then not feeding forever so they’re starved for blood, then not touching that file for two years before getting back on it to see that you’re starved for blood still is similar to the feeling of not filling your cars gas tank then getting in your car and feeling unreasonably angry because it’s on E even tho it’s ur own damn fault

melynieblack  asked:

Could you write a Saeko one when the reader's family is intensely homophobic and kicks her and Saeko out on Christmas because they didn't know the reader was a lesbian until then? Like she came out because she thought they could handle and they were too immature to?

It always hurt to get requests like the knowing that this still happens to people. Love is love, and you shouldn’t be shamed for it otherwise. <3


  • Saeko is beyond pissed when the mood suddenly changed in the room, looks of disgust and shock displaying on your family member’s faces. She knew that look all to well.
  • She could see the tears beginning to prick the corner of your eyes, and she wants to do nothing but berate them for being so childish about the whole situation.
  • But before she can even open her mouth you’re pulling at her arm, leading her away from the homophobic comments aimed towards you. Although she does leave them with a nice parting message. 
  • “She’s better off with the lot of you homophobic assholes!”
  • The moment you’re seated in her car, the tears are let loose, feeling angry more than anything. You had though for sure your family would take the news well and even congratulate you. Apparently you were wrong.
  • Saeko knows that being angry will only make the situation worse so the only thing she can do is be a good girlfriend and comfort you. You’re always welcome to her house and that’s exactly where you’ll be spending Christmas.
Sought and Snatched (Part 10)

You and Spencer Reid work as profilers for the BAU. You have been in some sort of relationship for a while. When a case brings you to Chandler, Arizona to find a serial Valentine’s Day killer, you find that you look a lot like the victims.  When you become a victim, will Reid and the team be able to find you before it’s too late?

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RIP Yoshi, 2009-2014

As cheesy as it sounds, Yoshi was my best friend and will be missed every day. I heard this news from the vet earlier today and I’m a mess right now. I’m full of so many emotions and thoughts that I know might seem silly and wrong but those that love their pets like family members might understand and I just have to let them out, so here goes.

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anonymous asked:

25 January for the birthday prompt please~

Hey! Thanks for the prompt, anon! 

So this story is a lot in just a little space. Angsty. Kind of. Has a s few swear words. And Octavian and Bryce are cruel af. Just throwing it out there.

Okay, hope you like it!


Will was making lunch when he got the call.

An unknown number. With his lifestyle, Will barely had any important numbers saved. So it could have been his father, his younger brother, his partner, anyone. So he picked up.

Muffled voice, deep and hoarse. Definitely suspicious.

But it wasn’t the voice that chilled Will to the core. No, it was what the voice whispered in his ear. “Your niece dances pretty, Mr. Solace. Shame if something happened to her. Call anyone else and she dies.

The line disconnected.

Will almost dropped his phone.

Kayla.


Will got out of his car, slamming the door shut behind him. He couldn’t think, he couldn’t feel, he only knew that The Senate were cruel bastards, that they had no sense of morality, and that he’d kill them if they laid a finger on his niece. He’d kill them nice and slow.

Seething, Will hurried around the corner, his hand placed on the well-hidden pistol in his pocket. The Venus Dance Studio stood out against the drab walls in the lane, the bold lettering shining in the shadows.

They were standing there, in front of the entrance. In their impeccable black suits and cruel smiles. Like threatening the life of a little girl was normal. Will almost shot them there and then.

As Will approached, their leader stepped out of the shadows and walked out into the light, grinning widely as if he were welcoming an old friend.

Octavian.

The man looked even sicker than usual, if that was possible. His sickly blond hair was matted onto his greasy forehead, dark bruises forming under his eyes. His dull blue eyes looked sunken, though the cruel spark in them remained intact. Despite his appearance, Octavian looked proud, his chin raised up in a victorious manner. He stopped a few feet away and smiled at Will, his eyes flashing dangerously.

“Welcome,” he said, his lips twisting into a cruel smirk.

Will snarled, stepping forward till they were almost nose to nose. “What,” he growled, “Do you want?”

Octavian stepped back, still grinning almost amicably. “Why, William. You know exactly what we want.”

Red washed over Will’s vision. The key. Octavian wanted the goddamn key. Clenching his jaw, Will sneered. “What makes you think I have it?”

Octavian raised a brow bemusedly. He turned his head slightly, the smirk on his face growing. “Bryce? Get the girl, will you?”

Behind him, Bryce smiled brutally, his moss green eyes filled with cruel mirth. “Sure, boss.”

“No!” Will shouted, his arms raised in surrender. He looked at Octavian almost pleadingly. “She’s just a kid, Octavian.”

Octavian tilted his head, his eyes growing wide in mock interest. “Does that mean you’ll give us the key?”

“I- I don’t -”

“Bryce?” Octavian started again.

“No! Wait, wait. Don’t hurt her. Please.” Will held his head in his hands, completely lost. He had what they wanted. He had the damned key. He just had to give it to them.

‘And betray the family,’ a voice in his head whispered.

‘But Kayla,’ he argued.

Will raised his head. “Fine, fine, I’ll give you what you want.”

Octavian’s grin grew. “Good. Where is it?”

Will let out a shaky breath. “In a safe. In Half Blood’s Corner. The bar. I have the safe keys with me.” He pulled off the chain around his neck and handed it over to Octavian. “You have what you want. Now please go. And leave Kayla alone.”

Octavian smiled viciously and Will knew that everything was wrong. “Bryce, get the girl and kill her. Fast. And make sure our dear William sees,” he turned to Will with a glint in his eyes, “And then you can have your way with him.”

“Son of a-” Will reached into his pocket to pull out his gun but before anyone could react, Bryce fell on his knees, a knife sticking through his back. Behind him, a young man in black clothes stood, his brown eyes boring into Octavian’s.

“di Angelo,” Octavian muttered, “What-”

“You shouldn’t have come here, Octavian,” the man whispered, whispered. Loud enough for his voice to carry across the alley and then Octavian was lying in a heap at Will’s feet, another knife impaled in his chest.

Before Will could finish comprehending what was happening, the two other bodyguards were punched in the jaw, and they fell to the ground, unconscious.

The man, looked up from his handiwork, breathing hard. Will almost stopped breathing. The man was angelic. There was no other word for it. His pale skin was framed by thick black curls, falling across his forehead, onto his eyes. His brown eyes shown with an intensity that sent a shock through Will’s body. Nico di Angelo. Will stepped back in shock.

The man, Nico, started walking towards him, his face twisted angrily and that got Will back to his senses. He pulled out his gun and pointed it at him, eyeing him suspiciously. “You- You’re Nico di Angelo. But you left. Months ago.”

Nico raised a brow and continued towards him, but Will raised his gun. “Stop walking, di Angelo!”

Nico snarled, but stopped nonetheless. “You need to get out of here, Solace.”

Will shook his head. “Not until you explain.”

“Solace, the rest will be here any minute now. You need to go.”

“Not until you explain!”

Nico sighed in frustration and ran a hand through his hair. “Come with me.”

Will narrowed his eyes. “Where?”

“Just come on!” Nico picked up Will’s chain off Octavian’s lifeless body and walked towards Will and led him to where his car was. “Get in.”

“That’s my car.”

“I know! Just get in.”

Will complied, but kept his gun trained on Nico. “One wrong move and I’ll put a bullet through your head.”

Nico rolled his eyes and got in the back seat. “I just saved your life. And you still don’t trust me?”

Will shook his head. “You were on our side. Our side. You ran away and you joined them. So why the fuck should I trust you?

Nico looked away, his jaw clenched. “I had my reasons.”

Will took a deep breath. “We missed you. Losing you was a hard blow.”

Nico looked at Will, surprised. He chuckled bitterly. “Just drive, Solace.”

Will turned the key and veered onto the road. “I suppose you aren’t going to explain.”

Nico shook his head. “There isn’t much to explain. But you’ll know in good time. Reyna knows what she’s doing.”

Will stared at Nico through the rear-view mirror. “Reyna? Leader of The Senate?”

Nico nodded. “First we need to get you home. So drive.”

Seeing as he wasn’t going to get much more out of him, Will kept driving.

“I missed you, you know?”

“What?”

“I missed you,” Will sighed, “We- You were my friend.”

Nico chuckled. “I wasn’t anyone’s friend.”

You were but you just pushed everyone away. If you’d gotten your head out of that brooding cloud of yours-”

“Shut up and drive, Solace.”

“You would have realized that people cared about you!” Will shouted, feeling uncharacteristically angry. In fact, he wanted to stop the car to punch di Angelo in the face for being such an asshole.

Nico leaned forward, growling, “You don’t know anything, Solace.”

“I know enough,” Will retorted, his eyes flashing angrily.

Nico clenched his fists and kept them on his lap, looking out the window furiously. They drove in silence for a few more minutes.

“You don’t know what I’ve been through,” Nico whispered.

“What?”

“You- You have no idea what I’ve been through, Solace! You’ve never been there for me!” Nico’s eyes were sparkling with tears and his jaw was clenched tightly. He raised a shaky finger and pointed at Will accusingly. “So don’t you dare say you know, Solace. Don’t you dare.”

Will swallowed. He’d crossed a line. “I’m sorry.”

Nico nodded. “How much further?”

“Just a few more minutes.”

Nico nodded again. 

Silence.

“I’m sorry about your niece. Octavian- He’s an asshole. He crossed the line.”

Will smiled gratefully. “You saved her life, di Angelo. Thank you.”


When they reached Will’s apartment, Nico got out almost immediately. Before leaving, he hesitantly leaned at the window.

“We’ll meet again. Soon,” he took a deep breath before continuing, “And I hope to talk to you then. You know, to catch up.”

With that, he was gone.

Will smiled, brown eyes embedded in his memory. Yeah, he’d meet Nico again. Preferably in better circumstances.

BOOBS!

Just read a piece about public breastfeeding online and the comments have made me SO angry. WHY should women feel the need to BF in toilets, in their cars, or somewhere equally as hidden and unsanitary - as though they have something to be ashamed of? I am totally in awe of women who feel comfortable enough to feed their children in public and wish I had the balls to do the same. I’m more disgusted that there are idiots out there who class the whole thing as mothers exposing themselves or parading their ‘goods’. Just don’t look! Or, if you’re so offended by the lady in the coffee shop nursing her baby - go eat your sandwich on the flipping toilet seat and see how you like it. 

Hedwig & The Angry Inch Car Wash Seat Feels

First of all, what the actual FUCK is life? Going into the Hedwig performance, I knew the seats were stellar because I was spoiled and got told Hedwig comes into the audience during the show. Despite being extremely prepared for that, I got caught up in the show that it slipped my mind. So during the song, my oblivious self was rocking out while these little stairs appeared on the side of the stage (I was in seat A1). Before I could even piece together what the flying fuck was happening, I saw those suddenly too familiar gold heels step onto my chair, one at a time, and the rest was a blur. A good blur, but a blur all the same.

Hedwig, in all her glory, was straddling me on my seat and getting her car wash treatment on. All the while, I’m trying to wrap my mind around the fact that DARREN CRISS HAS HIS JUNK IN MY FACE WHILE WEARING BOOTY SHORTS. Considering my high, very intense levels of shock…I didn’t even know what to do, except want to grab his thighs and totally go with the entire act. Unfortunately (I know, I’m kicking myself for this one), I did not grab his perfectly sculpted thighs, even though I could have. At one point, he had his hand on my head and it was like a faux blowjob motion happening. My hair was a mess after the fact and I was laughing because I would cry if I didn’t.

All in all, it was a delight on top of the actual show. The show was beautifully done and had the feels at an all time high. If you go see this production with Darren as Hedwig, put the fangirl feels on the back burner during the show and honestly enjoy the story. Darren completely becomes Hedwig and only during the curtain call do you see Darren’s
mannerisms, not at all during the show. It’s so wonderful and well worth any money you spend. There is not a terrible seat in the house considering how fantastic the performances are. If you happen to get in the two front rows or around where I sat, you get lucky. In so many ways. Wink, wink. Though, just being in that audience to witness his performance is the best shit in the world.

I will definitely be going to another performance during his run so if anyone else is doing the same, let me know! We can fangirl during the stage door together.

Oh and mama & papa Criss are so fucking cute and I want to keep them in my pockets. The entire clan went into this cute little restaurant after the show. I have fallen off the Darren stalkmobile in the last six months so WHEN DID MIA GO BLONDE?! ALL THAT ASIDE, GO WATCH THE SHOW AND ENJOY THE 100% TRANSFORMATION.