An AU where Bitty didn’t go to Samwell and instead started working at a bakery in Providence. The bakery is around the same neighbourhood where Tater lives.
Tater starts frequenting the place and soon enough, you guessed it. Bitty and Tater become friends.
The best of friends. The ride or die friends. The I’d hide a body with you friend. But also the how many skittles can you fit in your mouth? Friend.
Tater starts a lot of his stories with ‘B and I…’ ‘Took B to’ 'B is’ etc and everybody starts assuming that B is Tater’s girlfriend, until he brings him for a game.
Everybody sort of goes 'oooooh’ and assumes this is Tater coming out and bringing his boyfriend to meet them. And if you think about it, it sort of explains Tater calling him B.
Then Tater comes super excited one day. 'B will move with me!’ And they all congratulate him and everything, thinking it’s so nice that Tater and Bitty’s relationship is going well, while actually Tater has been nagging Bitty to move in so he can have access to pie 24/7.
But also because Bitty is his best friend and since he bought his apartment he has been feeling a little lonely, this is the reason that does convince Bitty to move in because he has been feeling a little lonely too.
Fast forward a year, Jack graduates and joins the team. By this point Bitty is a regular at the games, he is a very in demand babysitter and makes a lot of food for the players.
Before he starts, Guy and Marty take the time to feel him out and explain that Tater has a boyfriend, and that they will have nothing but acceptance in their locker room.
They do this after asking Tater if it was ok to tell Jack about Bitty.
'No problem!’ Tater replies happily 'But B so good he need no introduction.’
Jack is pleased by this of course, and happy he is in a welcoming team.
Then Jack meets Bitty.
And to make it better, let’s say he meets him when he is carrying a bunch of stuff for the nook.
'You should eat more protein,’ Jack jokes after seeing all the pies, and offers a hand to carry things.
Bitty jokes/flirts back. They are having a moment, Jack feels butterflies in his stomach and well, if the team is ok with Tater, surely they’d be ok with him…
'B! You made it!’ Tater bellows from down the hallways and rushes over, picking Bitty and putting him in a bear hug. 'I miss you.’
'Tater!’ Bitty yells laughing, and kisses his cheek playfully, 'you saw me this morning.’
'Yeah but you sleepy, you grumpy when sleepy. Like tiny bear.’
And then Bitty and Tater start to bicker like an old married couple. This whole time Tater is holding Bitty up.
Jack stomach drops to his feet, because of course Bitty is taken. By his teammate.
Jack develops a crush, a massive problematic crush because holy fuck Tater is the nicest person ever, and he would never want to get in between him and his boyfriend, but also he is terrified of Tater finding out because he once took two defence man by himself and won.
Meanwhile, at Bitty and Tater’s home, Bitty flings himself dramatically over the counter.
'Tater! I’m in love. Jack is so cute and nice, I like him so much.’
'Jack nice guy, he good guy for you. I approve,’ Tater says solemnly with a mouth full of pie.
'Say it don’t spray it,’ Bitty asks for the millionth time. 'Do you know if he likes guys?’
And then Tater being the good friend he is, tries to feel Jack out and play matchmaker, while an increasingly alarmed Jack thinks Tater is warning him off about crushing on Bitty.
Which isn’t helped by the fact Bitty keeps popping up to chirp him, which kind of feels like flirting but surely not…
Things get clarified and everything, Jack and Bitty start dating, and Tater has to explain 8 times to everybody that no, he never dated Bitty.
'We kissed once. We agree weird. We best as best friends,’ Tater says once again.
'Yeah but if he was going to date somebody other than you why couldn’t it be me?’ Poots complains loudly.
'You no good enough for B,’ Tater chirps back. 'I only let B date good teammate who didn’t eat my pie.’
'Will you let that go man!? I didn’t know it was yours.’
'It had sticky paper with Tater on it! You don’t fool me Poot, you food thief!’
Summary: Jimin is your landlord’s son. After one stressful day he comes to fix your shower for you. You find yourself constantly thinking about him. Could he be the perfect submissive? (here’s some lovely Jimin moans for the occasion: credit to owner)
I’ve been working on this for forever so i’m excited about it! :)
The Sheriff rolls his eyes. “Tell Derek you’re in love with him?”
Stiles flails in surprise. “What? Why? I don’t know what you’re talking about old man.”
Stiles groans, hand raking down his face. “I can’t dad.”
“Why on earth not? You’re into him, he’s into you, just ask him out!”
Stiles snorts. “Yeah right, Derek Hale is into me. Right. Derek is one of the nicest, most humble, and amazing people ever. He’s smart, and he’s caring, and loving. Why would someone like him want someone like me?”
“Stiles, you are also all of those things. Except maybe humble.”
“I’m going to hide your cookie stash.”
John grabs Stiles, and puts him in a head lock. “Just watch Derek, just for a minute, then tell me what you see.”
Stiles wraps an arm around his dad, and watches Derek. He watches while Derek talks to Isaac, glancing every minute or so over at Stiles. When Derek realises he’s being watched, his cheeks burst with colour, ears raging red.
Stiles eyes widen. “OMG dad he’s into me.”
“Told you. What are you going to do about it?”
Stiles looks at his dad, fear in his eyes. “Dad …:
“Stiles, trust your father. Go talk to him.”
The Stilinski’s unwrap themselves, and Stiles stumbles over to Derek. John sits down in the nearest chair, stretching out his legs. Melissa brings him a beer and sits down in the seat next to him.
“Is he going to tell Derek he’s in love with him?”
John nods. “Yep.”
They watch as Stiles stops in front of Derek, Derek blushes again, and then blushes even harder when Stiles touches his arm. When Stiles finishes talking, Derek’s head snaps up and he grabs Stiles and kisses him with everything he has. Stiles octopus limbs wrap around Derek as he kisses the man back.
John and Melissa clink their beers together, just as Jackson yells, “About damn time Stilinski!”
One thing about the company Roosterteeth that makes me super happy is the diverstiy in body image throughout their casts and crew. And nobody is shamed or looked down on for not being society’s idea of normal.
You’ve got people like Blaine, Aaron, James, Bruce, and Alan who are all in really good condition, physically fit, and workout often. And then you have the guys and gals who have recently started to improve themselves like Michael, Ryan, Meg, Josh, and Zach. And nobody told them to do it, they did it for themselves. Burnie talked a lot about his process to lose weight,and did a damn good job of it. Look at him five or six years ago as opposed to now. Goddamn. Hell, three of the five I’ve mentioned made a show about it, and happily encourage others advice and support if the community wants to work alongside them.
Not all of Roosterteeth is fit though. Obviously, not everyone wants to be super toned, drink protein and watch their carb intake. (Not that any of that is bad, I do it myself.) There’s a huge array of body types at RT. Many of them are happy with who they are, comfortable in their own bodies, and are proud of themselves. Sure, Jack gets lots of shit for his weight, but he takes it stride, and laughs and jokes about it himself. That man is the living embodiment of sunshine, large or not. Don’t forget Lindsay, who takes more than her fair share of insults about her weight and looks. But she’s one of the nicest and happiest people I’ve ever seen in camera. And as I mentioned before, Zach Anner, a disabled man has incredible self worth. Incredible. He takes his disability in stride. And still seeks to improve himself.
Nobody at RT is the same. Every single person is unique. Several of the people at RT have awesome hair colors, tattoos (looking at you Geoff), or differing seuxalities than their peers. And they’ve never shown anything but support for their fanbase regarding those things.
Got tattoos? Great. No tattoos? Awesome.
Red hair? Green hair? Pink Hair? No hair? Perfect, get to work.
Like girls? Boys? Both? None? Cool, come watch this new video we put out.
Thin? Not thin? Muscular? Come help set up this new stunt that Blaine’s gonna get naked in.
Nobody is made fun of because of their weight, ability to workout, or lack thereof, hair color, or sexuality. At the company or in in the community. Are there people in the community that are assholes? Absolutely. But these people I watch nearly every day of my life have taught me a lesson. You can look however you want. Be whomever you want. And be happy with yourself.
And I have to thank the Roosterteeth company for teaching me not to hate the fact that I’m not perfect. That with a little bit of work, I can be who I want to be, or just even just be me.
the casual fan: listens to panic for fun sometimes if they feel like it. only knows songs from doab and the singles from the other albums
the ryan stan: br*nd*n ur*e killed their crops and burned their village. worships afycso and the rose vest. willing to fight the urie man for even having the thought of playing songs that ryan wrote live. has or plans to get at least one tattoo of his lyrics. lives for those edits where its his livejournal entries. their life mission is to get ryan the credit he deserves. also has a ryan ross hands kink
the brendon stan: brendon urie has done nothing wrong ever. he is the nicest, kindest, most beautiful human being to ever exist. lives for his high notes. would die for him. worships sarah. did i mention how beautiful brendon urie is and how proud i am of him can u believe he made doab all by himself wow
the ryden truther: ryden was 708% real. has read every ryden theory masterpost. has probably written at least one ryden theory post. every song is about ryan ross if you try hard enough. pretty odd is the best panic album. cries at every minor ryan/brendon interaction. everything that brendon does somehow relates back to the fact that he’s still bitter and sad about ryan. quotes throam almost daily. is rereading throam right now
the dallon stan: vices and virtues is a masterpiece. probably ships brallon. tags every picture of dallon with a keysmash. screams a lot. would kill to see a brobecks show. really only goes to panic shows to see dallon. strives to reach dallon’s level of dadness. here for dallon’s idkhbtfm project. is just here to have a good time
the “emo trinity” fan: obsessively listens to fall out boy and my chemical romance along with panic. probably also likes twenty one pilots, halsey, and/or melanie martinez. they like panic just as much as the other bands in the “trinity”. wants panic to tour with fob/21p. probably ships peterick/joshler/frerard
Summary: Bucky Barnes is your asshole supervisor until you go out for drinks with him.
Warnings: like a tiny bit angsty, i don’t even think there’s swear words except asshole, and uhh fluff
A/N: this is like an asshole bucky who isnt actually an asshole cause bucky barnes is pure
Almost incoherent apologies fell from your mouth as you weaved in-between people and traffic trying to get to the small coffee shop you worked at. You couldn’t have been anymore glad that you decided to wear running shoes instead of your usual flats as you were darting from across town in only ten minutes.
You had stayed up much later than you intended binge watching your favourite show and didn’t remember to set an alarm, thankfully your body clock managed to wake you up somewhat on time.
You also knew if you got fired from this job you’d never hear the end of it from your father, who got you the position. He was friends with one of the supervisors that worked there, Bucky, and claimed that he was the nicest man on Earth.
Unfortunately, it turns out Bucky is an asshole to you. You really tried your best to be nice to him and you don’t know if you ever did anything rude to him, but something about you ticked him off clearly.
A/N: Oof. This idea struck me like lightning. I’ve been working on another fic but felt a little stuck. This one flowed out of me in the space of a few hours. I freaking love Journey and this story! I’ve sacrificed quite a bit of sleep to finish, so I hope it was worth it!! Please let me know your thoughts! Love you guys!! :)
Brushing your fingertip over perfect round cheeks while marveling at gorgeous long lashes and her tiny pout, you fell in love all over again. This little person had your heart. Well. A good portion of it. Speaking of your heart…
You heard rustling in the next “room” followed by the partition sliding aside. Bucky stumbled out of the bedroom, rubbing a hand over his face. His chin-length hair stuck out in ten different directions and he was clad in only a pair of boxers.
“Morning, handsome,” you greeted him with an amused smile.
He let out a groan, “What time is it?”
“And…where are we?”
You chuckled, “Somewhere in the midwest, I think. St. Louis, maybe?”
to Perfect Just the Way You Are. Though I recommend reading it first, you don’t
technically have to as both are standalone one shots. Based on this Ask, hope
it’s what you wanted nonnie! I give you The Fluffer.
Pornstar!Bucky x Reader | Word Count: 4554
Warnings: It’s about a porn star, if I have to warn you it will be smutty, you
shouldn’t be on my blog. Also, Bucky’s foul swearing mouth, as well as Steve
being a shit. Enjoy!
flush on your face had to be lobster red by this point. Not just a rosy blush
which would bring life to your cheeks, but a red so dark you could feel it burn
from the roots of your hair all the way down your chest.
couldn’t believe you were here, doing this, acting this… part, being
part of this lifestyle you’d only come to know because of your boyfriend. Never
in your life had you been more fascinated, morbidly so, turned on, and jealous
all at the same time.
Once Wilford feels better, he searches for Dark, checking the kitchen first. Upon not finding Dark, he does find some left over waffles which are a happy alternative, and then he decides to look in Dark’s office.
He finds Dark at the piano playing slowly and softly… wanderingly. Wilford is pretty sure that isn’t a word. “Hey, Darkipoo.” He sits down onto the bench beside Dark, but the black and white man doesn’t look up from what he’s doing.
Warfstache wiggles his mustache and smiles. “You’re being mopey, ah memories.”
“Memories are like thorns in my brain,” Dark sneers, and Wilford can’t help but snigger.
“I’m pretty sure you got that from 2015 Dark.” Wilford’s eyes wander to the window of Dark’s office, practically a wall of glass. “You called me eccentric once. I’m pretty sure that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said about me.”
Dark smirks. “I was trying to very politely say that you were completely off your head.”
“Fair point,” Wilford presses one of the keys, offsetting Dark’s melody, but somehow the cacophony fits what’s going on in both their heads. So he keeps going as Dark plays until they sound like an absolute train wreck together. It’s wonderful. “Ah, sweet music.”
“You’re an imbecile.”
“You’re a pompous jerk.”
“You used to wear a pith helmet.”
“Alright, Badge-with-my-title-on-it. How conceited can you get?”
“It was a gift!”
“From who? The old lady who’s cat you rescued?”
Dark growls and flicks Wilford’s ear. “I don’t know why I still put up with you.”
“Because you loooove me,” Wilford croons with another wiggle of his mustache.
Dark’s aura shoves Wilford off the bench. “Go annoy someone else.”
“Ha!” Wilford points a finger at him from the floor. “You didn’t deny it!”
Dark shakes his head. “If you’re going to stay, please shut up. Or at least confine yourself to reasonable conversation.”
Wilford considers this a moment before crawling onto Dark’s couch and pulling a blanket over him. “I’ll nap then.”
The Adventure of Cengiz getting his • Strong Women • squad
It started a month ago, I was bored and spontaneously decided that sending Cengiz a package to Norway would be nice.
Yes, to Cengiz Al. Yes, to Cengiz Al, the Yousef Acar. Yes, that’s him.
The thing was, I didn’t want to send a letter. Or a drawing. Or a bandana. I wanted to be EXTRA. So that day I decided to go for it, Cengiz gave us the shocking news about his new hairstyle, so I did what every sane normal person would do when their idol changes their hair colour - went to the closest grocery shop and bought a hairdye so he can redye his hair back to black.
The next step was easy, take desperate to another level. I went to Ikea, bought a frame, printed memes and put it together. Easy, right?
Shitty quality of a shitty DIY, what can I say.
The other thing was not intentional, it wasn’t about Cengiz reading notes from his fans, it was my way to contact people and to make some friends. But, I’m a socially awkward person so what should we do? YES! Tell these people that they can send a note to the one and only Cengiz Al and befriend them meanwhile in the process.
Sidenote: Worked, would recommend 10/10
And then I put it together and created a DIY book called “Kjære Cengiz” and did a profile on each fan and added their note while including some random posts about Cengiz I found on Tumblr.
So once I was done, I also decided to step up game of promoting my videos and what’s the closest thing to forcing him to watch this by breaking into his house? Exactly! Send him a USB with all of them with “Watch this” written on top of it (to make sure, you know).
So I bought a USB, I called it “Strong Man” to give it the Cengiz vibe and uploaded here my videos with Cengiz (Yousana/Yousef/SKAM crack) And included our memes with Cengiz in HQ & explanation to the hairdye so he wouldn’t take it as a cyberbullying.
And then, I wrapped it all in Christmas wrapping paper because I didn’t have anything else and had to came up with a lame “Merry Cengzmas” inside joke to somehow explain this.
And then I sent it and waited 14 days. After 14 days I decided that it’s the right time to panic and have a mental breakdown. And while I freaked out, I wrote Cengiz a mail, he never replied so I guessed that me and Cengiz would stick to our ignoring relationship and expected no outcome.
It was 9pm, I was in my bed, decided to look at my mail to avoid another existentional crisis to see how no one commented on my new video I uploaded on my Youtube channel, to see that there’s a mail written by the one and only Cengiz Al.
A three sentences long email saying he didn’t get the package, asking for a code of it, ending with a norwegian sentence “
Sendt fra min iPhone”. He had this in every email he sent to me, so many times that I even thought: Maybe “
Sendt fra min iPhone” will be our always.
But this wasn’t a John Green book where someone dies after an epic love story - This was a desperate act of a desperate woman who was desperate for a notice by one norwegian guy who works in an electronics store. And it wasn’t some epic love story, I just wanted to get out of this “ignored for half a year” zone to be honoured to be friendzoned by this man. And no one died. He just broke a wall with his leg.
And then things got interesting, we mailed. We exchanged addresses. We made clear we’re not stalkers. And the morning after I told him the code of our package, he got it. And posted it on his InstaStory.
But in that moment I was in the middle of Prague, in subway and when I turned on my LTE data in middle of ZARA, I had 240 messages on different social platforms and no matter how much my high expectations™ self imagined the situation of how he would get it, this was like 10 times worse. And I thought my expectations were unrealistic.
I thanked him, he thanked me back, turning this into a neverending compliment battle between us. I enjoyed the adrenaline. I enjoyed the moment of glory I had. I enjoyed the attention Cengiz was giving me after giving me none for 6 freaking months.
And then, this happened.
Cengiz Al, the man, the icon, the legend itself created a groupchat. Bitch, I was SHOOK. I was completely, absolutely, uterly SHOOK. He did THAT. He thanked us all and TALKED to us. Like I will never forget this.
He promised me to act in my debut movie and so many other things. From the man I had named on Snapchat “ignorant imposer” he turned into the nicest, most
guy I’ve ever met. He was honestly grateful and I was honestly screaming and as bizzare as this story is, I hope that he honestly considers me as a friend or AT LEAST remembers my name because as much as he added “Sendt fra min iPhone” to the end fo his mails I kept repeating “Love, Simone” everytime just so he would remember my name.
And I hope he does.
And he also sent us 3 videos I didn’t see because I had turned off sound so I’m dumb and the only thing thing I remember is Cengiz holding a black hairdye, talking.
From what I heard, he promised to go back to black, as one wise woman once said in a song.
And this, lads, is how I got noticed by the one and only Cengiz Al.
Thanks to these amazing people that became my friends in progress of this weird twisted somehow beautiful experiment. I own you a lot.
“NO! NO! NO!” Sehun screamed,
running back into the building. There were a chorus of screams now from all of
you, but if you weren’t mistaken, yours and Sehun’s were the loudest. Sehun ran
back inside the building, and came out again holding a gun, running towards
“YOU FUCKING BITCH!” He shot
straight at her without thinking twice, her body falling to the ground limply.
Another shot. And another. And another, until Sehun had run out of bullets. He
sank down to his knees watching the van being engulfed by flames. It was
amazing how fast fire spread and the damage it did in a short amount of time.
You had experienced it once at the Hotel launch, but this one was much worse.
Why? Because Minseok was inside. His body burning to nothing more than ashes.
What made this circumstance even harder to bare for you was the fact that he
was burning alive. Minseok wasn’t the nicest man you’d ever met and so you
couldn’t explain to yourself why you were so upset, but you just were. You were
sobbing uncontrollably in the back of the car, forgetting all about the pain in
“We need to find something to put
the fire out, quickly!” Junmyeon shouted running back inside the building.
Jongin following him closely behind. You were screaming and your throat was
sore, but you couldn’t stop yourself, this was by far the worst thing that you
had ever experienced.
Kris put his hand on your shoulder trying to offer you some comfort, but you
shrugged it off.
“Get off of me! I don’t know you!
This is all your fucking fault, Minseok is burning alive because of you and
your stupid twisted games, if you never abducted me he would still be…” You
turned your head back towards the van. “You should be the one in there, not
him” You whispered, tears were streaming down your face. The flames were huge
now and Junmyeon and Jongin were still in the building.
“What’s taking them so long?” You
screamed, opening the car door and getting out. You had forgotten your
stab wound and you fell to the ground, crying in pain. But you needed to help;
Minseok wasn’t allowed to die, not yet. But when you looked up at the van deep
down you knew it was too late.
“This is all your fucking fault!”
Sehun shrieked at you, standing up from where he was slumped on the floor. “If
we didn’t come looking for you, if he didn’t suggest finding you, he’d still be
alive!” He picked you up bridal style and started carrying you towards the fire. “You
deserve to burn! Test trial it here first, before you burn in the underworld,
You squirmed in Sehun’s grip trying to release yourself, punching his jaw,
biting his arms. But it was no use, the anger in Sehun brought out what seemed
to be an iron armour, his eyes were dark and he was immune to any other pain
because he had already experienced his maximum.
“Sehun stop it! Put her down!”
Junmyeon shouted, exiting the building with Jongin, a fire extinguisher in both
of their hands.
“I will put her down, but i’ll do it in the fire!” He called back, still advancing towards the burning van. There was no use
in fighting, his grip was too strong.
“Sehun fucking stop now!” Jongin
was running up to the two of you, grabbing Sehun in a headlock and dragging
the both of you back towards the car, Sehun fell over, you found yourself
falling with him and landing directly onto your left thigh, causing you to
scream out in pain, Jongin grabbed the two of you backwards along the grass all
the way back so you were sitting against the car, as if on cue you heard a loud
The flames growing double its size as the van blew up, causing all of the
windows to smash, shards of glass flying out in every direction.
“NO!” You screamed, punching the
ground. “NO! NO!” Sehun sat there next to you in silence, staring at the van,
silent tears running down his face.
“Fuck, Jongin, we still have to
put it out” Junmyeon was crying furiously now, but the two boys grabbed the
extinguishers nevertheless and ran towards the burning van, it felt like
years before they finally put it out, but you weren’t sure whether or not time
was just going slow because of what had happened. Your breathing was erratic,
you were hyperventilating and your chest was tight you were in a heightened
state of shock.
“Let’s go…we have to go…”
Jongin whispered, tears streaming down his cheeks, picking you up once again
to seat you next to Kris in the car, he slid in beside you and buried his head
in the crook of your neck, actively sobbing, his hot tears were sliding down
your neck onto your shoulders, making you cry harder. You couldn’t find it in
your heart to hate him at the moment, you didn’t have time for that you could
do that later, all you could think of now was Minseok.
The car was full of sniffing and spluttering. Sehun was in no fit state to
drive, so Junmyeon decided to take over. The ride home was excruciatingly
painful; physically, emotionally and mentally.
Sehun was no more than an empty shell.
“I’ve lost Luhan, I’ve lost
Minseok, and I’m all alone…” He rocked back and forth in his seat, repeating
the sentence like a mantra it had a ghostly ring to it, making you shiver.
Your head was banging and your throat was sore. It was a miracle that Junmyeon
got you all back home safely, you limped slowly to the front door, Jongin
supporting you and that’s when it hit you.
Minseok was gone and he was never coming back home.
You dragged your lifeless body into the living
room and to your dismay Chanyeol, Kyungsoo and Jongdae were sat inside.
“Y/N! You’re back!” Chanyeol scooped you into his arms and held you for quite
some time. You didn’t care to return the affection, you were too tired, too
sick, you were scarred.
“Gosh, what happened? Baekhyun! Baekhyun! Y/N is injured, we need your help.”
You stared blankly ahead at nothing in particular; all you could see was the
flames consuming the van and the shards of glass flying everywhere when it blew
“Y/N what happened?”
But you weren’t listening; you drop onto the couch, just staring into space.
You didn’t want to talk, you just wanted to hide away. Your eyes were red and
sore, your throat too.
“Hey! What happened, why are you so
silent.”Jongdae asked, throwing a cushion in your direction but still you didn’t
answer. Just then Baekhyun came into the room followed by all the other boys.
“Why the fuck is this traitor
back in this house and… K-Kris?!” Jongdae’s eyes opened wide along with
Chanyeol’s and Kyungsoo’s. “B-but you’re supposed to be dead.”
“CAN WE STOP TALKING ABOUT DEATH?!”
Sehun screamed, a flood of tears escaping him again and rushing out of the
living room, Junmyeon let out a heavy sigh and followed him.
“Someone explain what the fuck is
going on here.” Chanyeol hissed, not removing his eyes from Kris once. Baekhyun
had already set to work on your thigh and you were trying to suppress the
screams that were threatening to leave your throat when the antiseptic hit the
Jongin let out a deep breath and explained to the boys who exactly him and Kris were.
“So you’re fucking telling me all
this time you had us believe that you were dead and you were working with this
prick.” Chanyeol pointed angrily at Jongin whilst staring at Kris. “I don’t
fucking believe this. I don’t buy this shit! You can’t be on our side you
fucking killed Luhan!”
“We can explain why that
happened.” Jongin cleared his throat, taking a step further into the room.
“Wait. Where is Minseok?”
Kyungsoo asked, standing up from his chair and frowning.
You began crying again at the
mention of his name, pushing Baekhyun away from your leg and limping over to
the door. Jongin allowed you to support your body against his frame and helped
you out of the room.
“What was that all about? Where
Kris lowered his head, shifting
over uncomfortably in his seat.
“Minseok’s not coming back. He’s dead.”
A week later and you were stood
in front of your mirror wearing a black dress and black ballet pumps, your hair
was scraped back into a bun and you carried a black side bag with you making
sure it was full of tissue. It was evening now and the sky was getting dark.
You had to do this at a discrete time of day since no one else was allowed to
find about the burial, after all you were an underground organisation and you
couldn’t reveal your existence, at the same time it had to be bright
enough for you to see everything.
You had seen Junmyeon the night before creeping over to the door in the dead of the night wearing a pair of black leather gloves and about 4 metres worth of white muslin
cloth wrapped around his arm.
“W-where are you going? You’re
not one of ‘them’ are you. Kris said there were more of them.”
“No, no Y/N. I’m going to
retrieve Minseok’s body, I’m praying the vans still there, he deserves a proper
send off you know…” Junmyeon’s voice began to crack, but he cleared his
throat before he had the chance to begin crying again.
“Oh. Right. What is that?” You
pointed at the muslin around his arm.
“I need to wrap him up…”
You bowed your head quietly. “Oh
yeah. Sorry, my brain is…I can’t think straight. Will you be okay? I mean
will you be able too…”
“I’ll be fine Y/N, besides I don’t
have a choice.” He smiled at you sadly. “We’ll bury him tomorrow, so you should
go and get some sleep, don’t wait up okay.”
You had told the boys that you knew a good spot to bury Minseok’s body and
suggested the graveyard that his parents and grandfather were buried in. Yixing
who was awake by this time, questioned you as to how you knew all of this
information, but you were still in too much of a wreck to reply. You knew all
of the boys were questioning why you were so emotionally affected by the death
of Minseok and how involved the both of you were behind their backs, but their
suspicions could wait. Giving Minseok the best send off that you could was all
that mattered right now.
There was a soft knock on your door, before the door opened and Baekhyun poked
his head through the gap.
“Are you ready to go Y/N?”
You took a deep breath and
shrugged your shoulders. You weren’t ready, but did you really have a choice at
this point? You walked towards the door and left, closely following Baekhyun.
Everyone was filing into the two cars that were waiting outside, including
Jongin and Kris. All of the boys were dressed in black suits, any other day you
would’ve acknowledged how good they looked but not today. Your mind wasn’t
focusing on the specifics.
You were sat in a car with Chanyeol, Yixing, Baekhyun and Jongdae. The car was
fairly quiet apart from the odd questions being thrown your way, but you
“How did you know about the
graveyard Y/N.?” Yixing asked. You didn’t reply.
“You’ve been awfully upset about his death. I didn’t think you liked him, he
tried killing you. Multiple times.” You still didn’t answer. You stared out of
the window, your eyes still red and puffy from all of the crying that you had
been doing this week. You just wanted today to be over with.
Pulling up a bit further down
from the church, you all got out of the car and walked towards the graveyard
You, Chanyeol and Yixing all on crutches; the three of you looking like a circus freak show.
By the time you had reached, Kyungsoo and Jongin had dug up the coffin belonging
to Minseok’s mother opening the casket. You felt sick, you had never witnessed
anything like this before, there were bones and decayed pieces of flesh and the
stench was completely rancid. Finally, you’d met Minseoks mum albeit in the
worst way possible. You turned around your heart palpitating in your chest due
to the shock, you didn’t sign up for any of this. Baekhyun cradled your head
close to his chest, whispering that everything would be okay in your ears. But
you weren’t sure if you could believe that.
“Why?” Jongdae asked, looking at
the open coffin in disgust and holding his breath, the smell was unbearable.
“We had to.” Kyungsoo said,
dropping his spade to the ground with a thud. “We couldn’t bury him under his
own headstone, they’d see and find out so we had to put him with his mum, it was the only way.” He brushed his dirty hands on the sides of his suit trousers and
took a step back, trying to relieve himself from the smell. You began crying on
Baekhyun’s shoulder now. And this time it wasn’t because of Minseok specifically,
but you had realised what a state your life was. Digging graves and burying
bodies that weren’t registered dead. You were so corrupt and it made you sick.
Just then you saw Junmyeon and Sehun walking through the graveyard towards you,
carrying Minseok’s body wrapped in the white muslin over their shoulders, tears
streaming down their faces, as they lowered him into the coffin above his
“How do you know that you’ve
identified the right body?” Chanyeol breathed, the situation was so surreal
and none of you wanted to believe that this was happening.
“This was the only male body in the
van. The bone structure definitely belonged to a boy.” Junmyeon said his face
long, tears spilling onto the muslin. They closed the lid and lowered it back
into the hole.
“Kris, how many of you are there.
Your ‘squadron’.” Junmyeon asked, looking up at him.
“A handful, why?”
“When I went back for Minseok the
second van was gone.” Junmyeon said looking at the coffin that was now back in
“Oh, yeah it was probably one of
the others cleaning up the evidence; we normally have a last clear up before we
really leave a location. I’m sure we weren’t found out.”
It went silent again; you brought
your head away from Baekhyun’s shoulder now and turned to look at the hole in the
Minseok was in that hole.
“Has anyone got anything prepared,
anything they want to say before we start filling the hole up again? Jongdae
asked, shuffling over and looking down at the coffin.
“Yes.”Sehun stepped forward,
beside Jongdae in front of where Minseok’s body was now resting.
“I –Minseok I don’t know what to
say, I feel like I’ve failed you… I’m so sorry this was never supposed to
happen. It should never have been you. It’s only been a week and I miss you so
much, I can’t do this…I can’t do this without you Minseok. I’m so lost. You’ve
been everything to me, a rock, my friend, the brother I never had. I mean fuck
it Minseok, you were basically my mother.” He laughed sadly, tears streaming
down his eyes. “There were so many things I wanted to do with you, so many
places I wanted to go. We were supposed to grow old together, get married to
beautiful women that would become best friends, have children that would become
best friends. But that’s never going to happen. Minseok I can’t –I’ll never
forget you Minseok, I love you and…” His voice cracked and he burst out
crying, causing you, Chanyeol and Baekhyun to burst into tears too. Jongdae,
pulled Sehun’s head into the crook of his neck and began rubbing his back,
doing all that he could to comfort him.
“Junmyeon? What about you?”
Jongdae said, shushing Sehun at the same time.
“Me? I –no, I can’t. Minseok didn’t
like me much, It would be wrong to…”
“Hey, don’t be stupid that’s not
true, Minseok was tough but he loved all of us.” Chanyeol croaked from beside you,
walking slowly closer towards Junmyeon and resting a hand on his shoulder.
“Okay. I umm… Minseok I –I’m
sorry I made you do things you didn’t want to, believe me it wasn’t my
intentions it wasn’t purposeful. I’m sorry I couldn’t be the leader you wanted.
I know I wasn’t good enough but… I had more respect for you then you’ll ever
know and I’ll hold that respect until the day I die. Xiumin, we’ll all miss
you, this house will never be the same again. Rest in peace Kim Minseok.”
“Rest in peace Kim Minseok.” You
all said in unison. You watched quietly as Kyungsoo and Jongin began shovelling
the dirt back over the coffin, you snaked a tissue out of your side bag and
begun blowing your nose and drying your eyes.
Moments later and the coffin was completely buried again. Sehun did the honours
of placing some new flowers beside the headstone. Pink carnations, to symbolise
never forgetting him.
You all began to file out of the
Graveyard, when you paused momentarily looking back at the flowers on top of
“Y/N? Let’s go.” Junmyeon
whispered, putting his hand on your shoulder, but you shook your head.
“No I –I’m going to go into the
church auditorium, he was religious and I’d like to pray for him.”
Junmyeon nodded, removing his
hand from your shoulder. “Okay we’ll wait for you in the car.”
“No don’t, I want to walk back. I
need the air. I need some time alone Junmyeon this has all been too much for me
He hesitated a while, but then
nodded again, pulling a phone out of his pocket and placing it in your hand. “Here, it’s a burner, if you change your mind redial the last number, Kyungsoo will
come and pick you up.” He bowed his head quickly and left.
You took a deep breath and walked
towards the Church, slowly entering the auditorium. You took a seat on the back
row bench, resting your crutches beside you and staring up at the cross at the
front of the Church. You closed your eyes for a moment and let out a breath.
You were so physically and emotionally drained, you wondered how much more your
body could take. Just as you were beginning to know Minseok you had lost him
and it hurt you more than you knew it ever could and now somehow the house had
to move forward and cope as though nothing ever happened.
“It’s weird I never thought I’d be a
guest at my own funeral. I always thought I’d be the star of the show. Can’t
say this is a bad place to be though I guess I shouldn’t complain” A disturbingly
familiar voice from behind you said.
Forgetting about the pain in your thigh, you stood
up and spun around on your feet almost losing your balance
“You know we’re going to have to dig
that body back out right? Because that definitely was not me.” He smirked,
pulling you into a hug.
The Niall secret showcase in Singapore ended 8 hours ago and im still wide awake thinking about what happened in the last 12 hours. I can’t fucking process it in my head that i was only 10 ft from where he was standing on stage i literally shed a few tears when he started singing This Town he just sounded so beautiful and raw. I was positive that i got to make eye contact with him for a few seconds through my tears and a huge smile on my face. I’ll never forget how bright his smile was when i waved at him (and a couple others) while trembling inside. I’ll never forget his quirky antics on stage and how he made all of us laugh so hard and scream at how cheeky he was when he took off his jacket in a sexy and teasing manner after singing This Town. I swear to God this boy (or man) is fucking endearing and funny to watch he’s the nicest and most humble guy i’ve ever seen 😭😭😭 I was freaking out when he said he’s gonna sing a song that probably sums up the album and started singing On The Loose followed by his cover of Thin Lizzy’s Dancing in the Moonlight and then Slow Hands 😍😍😍 Though we fans only got to see him for 30 mins including Q&A before being told to leave, it was undeniably the best 30 mins of my life and i’m really lucky and blessed that i was one of the 25 ppl who got invited to the showcase. It’s crazy how this short 30 mins really made my night or life just by seeing how beautiful and humble and funny Niall really is. Seeing him leave the secret venue with his shorts and nikes and little backpack got me squealing (lmao) at how cute he looked.
Shortly after he left, his band mates and other crew including Helene were heading to a white van. That was when i bid goodbye to Jake and John and at the mention of their names, they turned back and looked at me with such happy faces and bright smiles they were so cute vksnhss. Not gonna lie i might have a little crush on Jake and John when they kept looking out the window of the van and kept waving at the few of us left outside with their sheepish smiles :“)
That’s it y'all my life is made. After 5 long years i got to see Niall up close and watch him radiate his bright, outgoing and carefree personality and gorgeous laugh and smile. What a beautiful human he is indeed. Really appreciate that he came to Singapore which was really unexpected considering Singapore is so small on the world map lmao. I love Niall so fucking much 😭❤
“When I meet Richard Ramirez he was the nicest, most polite young man you’d ever want to meet… a model of deportment.” Said Anton Lavey.
Lavey remembered the incident cleary and regretted giving the young Ramirez such a abrupt meeting. “He stopped me on the street and said, ‘Excuse me, Mr. Lavey, could I talk to you a few moments?‘ Well, I don’t generally like people coming up to me like that so I just brushed him off: ‘I don’t do business on the sidewalk. You can write to the post office box.’ He backed away and apologized for bothering me, said he just wanted to ask me a couple of questions but he can see I’m busy, so he wished me a happy solstice and walked down the street with his friend, the one from Texas, I guess. I watched him walk away and when he was almost to the corner, I almost called for him to come back and I’d talk to him. After thinking about it, I felt really badly. He seemed like such a polite kid.”
- Anton Lavey founder of the Church of Satan and the religion of LaVeyan Satanism about Richard Ramirez.
my exams are getting in the way of me writing this, so i thought i’d share a teaser!
jungkook x reader | pilot!au x reader!cbp (customs
& border protection) agent
genre: fluff, angst (for like 5 seconds), smut
For those who don’t know what a
‘customs & border protection agent’ is, they’re the person that interrogate
what your purpose of visit to a country is & stamp your passport to let you
into the country.
For those who don’t already
know this a work of complete fiction.
“Next,” I called for what seemed like the
billionth time of the day. I had only started working three hours ago but it
still felt way too long. Working at an airport was draining. The worst part is
that most passengers don’t understand that as a customs and border protection
agent I had to see at least 500 people a day and be alert throughout my
questioning to catch lies woven into well-rehearsed stories. Today, however, I
had lucked out and been given the simple assignment of speaking to exclusively
the crew from various airlines. This was the most relaxing posting as the crew
did not ask senseless questions, had no other purpose to visit the country
except for work. They simply wanted to leave the vicinity as quickly as
possible to get away from the passengers they had spent hours caring
I furrowed my brows as an unfamiliar but
animated voices fell upon my ears. I glanced towards the origin of the voices
and the elegant light blue and white uniforms of the Korean Air crew glided
towards my counter. My eyes gazed upon the flawlessness of their physical
appearing commending their graceful strides regardless of the 6-inch heels each
flight attendant wore. I could barely walk in 2-inch heels. Glancing towards my
coworkers, I couldn’t help but notice the lust taking over their features as
they gazed at the flight attendants, eager to assist the females in possibly
anything they asked of.
This scenario played out everyday and even
though I was the agent that cleared the crew, the other agents would ‘help out’
anyway. I pursed my lips as the flight attendants part ways to let the pilots
come to my counter first. I supposed this was a sign of respect for their
authority or for their age. As I processed the three elderly pilots I noticed
one of the pilots stand back and let the flight attendants be cleared first. He
stood at the back watching the interaction between the customs agents and the
flight attendants with an unnerving gaze, scrutinizing for any
disrespectfulness towards his crew members. I felt a chill run down my spine as
his gaze settled on me. However, the iciness melted away immediately as his
orbs met mine. His mouth tipped into a small smile as he strode towards me and
took off his peaked cap.
“Good morning ma’am,” He said, standing
expressionless for me to compare his passport picture to his face. I couldn’t
help but bite my lip at his young face in the picture. 1997-09-01… he’s younger
than me and he’s already a pilot?! As I scanned his passport, I noticed his
expression relax and his mouth tipping into his small smile again.
“Is this your first time coming to Canada?” I
asked, weakly attempting hide the amusement from my voice.
“No ma’am, why do you ask?” He asked, tilted
his head in confusion.
“Because you’re very polite to a customs
agent for this to not have been your first time.” I joked, biting my lip as I
scribbled on his customs form. He let out a soft chuckle and shook his head.
“No, I’ve been here many times. Toronto,
Calgary, Vancouver and Ottawa. How could I possibly not be polite to a
beautiful agent such as yourself.” He said, shaking his head, his baby smile
had matured into a dazzling grin. I laughed at his compliment.
“It’s the bulletproof vest, it really brings
out my femininity.” I teased, extending my arm to return his documents to him.
The young pilot reached forward and grasped my hand instead of his passport and
observed my features, examining my reaction.
“I’m quite positive you look impressive even
without the bulletproof vest, it certainly would bring out some admirable
attributes.” The pilot said, his hand released my hand and grasped his
Oh my god, that is the nicest way any man has
ever told me that he wants to look at my breasts.
“I don’t know about impressive, but I can look
pretty decent in a dress.” I replied causing his head to tilt again, his eyes
narrowing as if he was imagining it as we spoke.
“Impressive,” he said, affirming his previous
statement. I mentally shook myself as my cheeks flushed at his charisma.
“Have a good day,” I said distantly, releasing
his documents. His mouth curved into a delicious smirk as he placed his peaked
cap back on his head.
“It would be a better day if I got to spend
it with you,” he mused, gathering his documents and placing them in his
“Shame, I’ll be here all day.” I responded
shaking my head at his bold attempt to seek my company.
“Till what time exactly?” He asked, adjust
his already perfect suit in a weak endeavor to delay his departure.
“Around four pm.” I said, my fingers laced
together on the desk as I pursed my lips. An emotionless expression spread
across my face as he grinned at me. I struggled to keep my expression
professional as he nodded at me.
“It really is a shame,” he subtly winked at
me as he disappeared through the exit.
Ok I really wanna talk about my experience meeting Shea Couleè yesterday. So we got to her booth and we waited about 3 hours because she had to do a panel. She was genuinely upset that she had to leave everyone who was waiting to go to the panel. It’s like she didn’t expect us to wait for her. Everyone at her booth was so fucking nice and took care of us. Kenzie Couleè was an absolute angel and actually stopped to talk to me and my friend for a few minutes as she checked on everyone in the line and she actually watched my stuff for me when it was my turn to meet Shea. Dan was the nicest man I have ever met and I want him to be my boyfriend even though I’m a lesbian is that ok I don’t know??? When it was my turn to go into the private room to meet Shea, Dan held open the curtain for me and called me gorgeous. I also heard him telling everyone who went in to meet Shea before me thank you and that he was sorry we had to wait even though it wasn’t his fault! I got into the room and Shea was sitting there she greeted me, got up and hugged me. She asked my name and as she signed my print I tried to tell her about how much her and Sasha representing lesbians on the show meant to me and I lost it at that point. I could barely speak because I was crying and she comforted me the entire time. She said thank you so much for saying that, she said it meant a lot to her to hear that. I told her that I probably sound really stupid right now and she got so defensive and said it’s not stupid and that she loves it because it was just her and Sasha expressing their genuine love for each other on the show!!! Before we took our pictures I said now I’m a mess for my pictures and she fucking said come here and patted my tears away. I told her this is going to make me cry even more and she laughed. We took our picture and I thanked her and hugged her goodbye. Then I left the private room and cried even more. So long story short I love Shea Couleè so much I’m gonna go die now!!!