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The inevitable (Pt.4)

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.5 // Pt.6

Originally posted by parkejimins

As exhausted as you still were you slowly opened your eyes to take notice at the clock in front of you. It read 8:27 and suddenly your minded was flooded of thoughts of last night. You shake your best friend awake as he slept next to you on the couch. Hoseok groans, grabbing one of your wrists.

“…What is it..?”

“Did Yoongi come home? Did he call either of us? Oh my god, shouldn’t he have been back by now?”

Hoseok finally sits up, stretching his arms. Your rambling wasn’t ideal this early in the morning but he fully understand due to your circumstances.

“Y/N. He’s fine. I promise you that last night and we both agreed to just trust Namjoon. We’ve been with him for years and there’s no way something went wrong.”

You shot him the saddest puppy dog look you could manage, making him feel guilty.

“I’m serious. He’s okay..”

“But what if-“

“Do you trust him?” He asked, looking more serious than usual.

“Well yeah-“

“Then he’ll handle it. Maybe you should just go get dressed and I’ll try to call one of them to see what’s up.”

You were grateful he was here right now because who knows what you would have done without him. You smiled, giving him a hug.

“Thank you for staying with me. I’m sorry I’m such a mess right now.

He sighed, not being able to hold back his own smile.

“Who wouldn’t be when the person they care about is fighting another gang? I mean remember all those times I got into fights and you worried for nothing?”

You nodded.

“I know, I know. He was just already hurt and-….I get it. I’ll just wait for him to come home.”

Hoseok rubbed the top of your head, teasing you.

“Good girl. Now go shower and I’ll see if Yoongi has any food worth cooking. The dude really needs to stock up his fridge but I’m sure you’d be happy to help him with that.”

“Yup~ Since this is his place though I might have to change into his clothes…”

“I doubt he’ll mind. If anything, I think he secretly loves shit like that.”

With a smug look on your face you got up from the couch.

“Good. He should get used to it.” You commented before running off to his bathroom to take a shower.

Hoseok fiddled around the fridge trying to find something edible for you two. He wasn’t the best cook but he prided himself for being able to make basic things when he needed to which was more than you could say for yourself. As he started to pull things out he heard his phone going off somewhere in the living room so he tried to search for it. Long after he heard it ring he still couldn’t find where it was hiding out.

Frustrated he came over to the bathroom door, leaning against it.

“Hey Y/N! Where’s your phone at? I need to call my phone with it!”

You could hear him talking but to no avail were you able to understand him. So, you turn off the shower and wrap a towel over yourself, opening the door.

“What? I can’t hear you when you’re not even talking near the opening.”

Hoseok froze, not expecting you to come out like that. He has assumed you would have just changed in the bathroom and he wouldn’t be seeing you standing there dripping wet in only a towel. This really wasn’t the time for thinking about the things he was but it was bound to happen anyway.

“I-I…um…need your phone to call mine…”

You rolled you eyes. “Alright. Alright. Just make eye contact with me while you talk, please?”

As you walked over to your old pants and pull your phone out of the pocket you hear a sound from the door. When you place your phone into Hoseok’s hand you turn around, standing In the doorway to see a shocked, blood covered boyfriend of yours.  Yoongi’s eye sharpen as he steps over with heavy feet.

“What the fuck is going on?” He growled.

At first all you felt was confusion until you realized how the situation must have looked. You run over to him, afraid to put your hands on him.

“Wait a second! Hoseok was only here to keep me company because I was so frantic while you were gone!”

Yoongi moved past you, ignoring your statement. He stops in front of your friend, glaring up at him.

“I’m out there busting my ass while you’re in here having sleepovers with my girlfriend?”

Hoseok didn’t look threatened though, rolling his eyes as he crossed his arms.

“A fight you started. They were just making you clean up your mess.”

Yoongi’s hand flew up and as almost a reflex you grabbed his wrist.

“Do you want a bullet to the throat? I’m on a roll right now and I don’t think you want to be #5.” Yoongi threatened.

“Stop it!” You yelled.

Both of them looked back at you in surprise. You tightened your grip on him, avoiding their gazes. You were sick of these two bickering when nothing had even happened. You were mentally tired and you didn’t need Yoongi getting into a third fight when he was already hurt.

“Look, I’m glad you’re safe but please just shut up for a second! Nothing happened! I was worried sick about you and I thought about going after you but he stopped me! He was there for me and he kept me safe. Doesn’t that matter to you? God, I promise you. Please….just trust me like I trusted you last night.”

Yoongi’s anger completely wiped off of his face. He put his other palm against the hand you used to hold his wrist and pulled you off of him softly. He brought your hand up to his cheek as he stroked it with his thumb.

“…I’m so sorry. I know I worried you..”

Hoseok grabbed his backpack as he began to pack his stuff up to leave but you turned to him.

“Oh wait. I’ll go with you. I just need to change really quick.”

Yoongi still held onto your hand when you tried to walk away. As you felt the small tug you looked back at him.

“Please stay with me a little bit longer.” He said, sounding exhausted.

The pure neediness in his voice struck a chord inside of you. You nodded.

“Yeah. Don’t worry, okay? I’ll stay here with you. Hobi you can call your phone with mine so you can find it. Just leave it on the coffee table afterwards.”

Hoseok only gave you a short look before putting your phone up to his ear in search of his phone. You pull Yoongi’s hand along to his bedroom.

“Can I borrow some of your clothes?” You asked.

He nodded, sitting down on the bed next to you. He watched as you wondered around the room trying to find the right drawer of clothes.  As soon as you opened the correct drawer you stopped, thinking of something you should have asked earlier.

“That blood…Isn’t yours, right? You’re not hurt, are you?”

He had a zoned out look to him that you couldn’t place. It’s like he wasn’t fully there when you were talking to him. He’s been through a lot the past few nights so you couldn’t help but still worry about him despite standing right behind him.

“No, babe. I’m not hurt.”

You slide the clothes on easily since he wasn’t planning on turning around as you changed. When you finished, and you came up to him he seemed a bit happier, giving a small smile as he reached for your hand. You reached for the ends of his shirt, pulling it over his head.

He gave off a little smirk. “Is this a reward for living? Because I was thinking about you too the entire time I was out there.”

“Maybe later. For now you’re filthy and covered in someone’s blood. You need a shower.”

Yoongi threw himself back on the bed.  “At least lay with me for a bit.”

“Nope. Shower, Min Yoongi or I swear I will leave with Hobi.”

And that was the fastest you had seen that boy jump up from his bed. At least you knew he really wanted you there. Maybe he did deserve a bit of a reward. You bit your lip, getting a pretty good idea.

anonymous asked:

this season so far has really opened my eyes when it comes to the girl squad. I always thought those girls are the best of friends, but through Sana, it seems they're not really like that? Those friendships seem super shallow to me; all they talk about is hooking and partying. I understand those things are a part of teenagers' lives, but I talked about politics and books and personal struggles with my friends? The only ones who seem to care about these things are Noora and Sana. Disappointed.

I think Vilde and Eva are probably getting hyped up on the whole thing because Eva used to be ostracised and alone and Vilde always craved being popular and now she’s hanging out with some of the most popular girls in school. So they’re taking the thing a bit far. Like whenever you discover a new passion; and yes, I think socialising and drinking can be a passion…like Daniel Radcliffe said (I’m paraphrasing) “some people get addicted to heroin, so getting addicted to a book series seems very OK” and another quote, this time from ‘King of Kong’ “I don’t drink, I don’t smoke, I don’t do drugs…I play video games!”; and you get so engrossed by it it kind of becomes your identity for a bit?
As for Chris I have no idea what’s going on. She’s the one who introduced Sana to the group and seemed to be her first friend in the girl squad and now she seems to barely notice her.
I’m glad Noora is here. I never cared much for Noora (sorry) but I’m glad she’s here for Sana. Even though she’s been insensitive as well.

I’m sad about the girl squad but it’s nothing new, especially regarding Vilde. But also regarding the whole group. From Eva and Noora’s POV we never really saw the girls taking an interest in Sana’s life. They always seemed to kind of go with this badass image they have of her.
“Oh yeah Sana you know, she’s so strong she doesn’t care about all the bullshit. She’ll always be good old Sana.”

I think it’s interesting that we’re shown it, tbh. I think it’s interesting Julie knows we care about the gang and yet still decided to show them as extremely flawed. So flawed we’re resenting them now. I think it’s interesting because it gives an insight into what a lot of POCs must feel when surrounded with white people. Alienated. Always doing the emotional labour but rarely benefiting from it.

I hope the girls do some heavy soul-searching and apologising by the end of this season.

ok but,,,, headcanon that lance unironically loves shitty early 2000s pop and it’s like half of his ipod and sends keith random lyrics from it bc he knows keith hates it and everytime keith gets a random message from lance, he just knows it’s to mess with him

but when lance starts to like him he starts sending him stuff like “HEY HEY YOU YOU I WANNA BE YOUR BOYFRIEND” and “THERE’S NO OTHER SO WHEN’S IT GONNA SINK IN” and keith is very confused like “???? that’s not how that song goes????”



In which Hoseok is a cop undercover but, as time passes, he realizes he can’t really tell anymore if he’s acting or doing all the bad shit for real.

“Take the mask off when you talk to me, Jung. I don’t feel like I’m talking to a fellow officer right now, but more like I’m dealing with one of the thugs I’m trying to put in jail.”

“You should put me off the job then. Shouldn’t you, Jin?”

> Taehyung

Doll? {Peter Pan Imagine}

Originally posted by lostgirl14480

Originally posted by gurl

Peter Pan Imagine 

 Part III of here

Author: Joi A. Wade 

Requested: YES,  Part 3 to Doll?,  PART THREE PLEASE AHH UR SO TALENTED.. Sorry I got too excited I didn’t specify but your Peter Pan greaser AU is the best thing I’ve read in a while I’m in love!!, Are you gonna do a part three for “Doll?” the Peter Pan imagine? I love the whole concept and I need more!!😫😫😫Love ya!!😘, U should do Part 3 to doll I luv it !😀😀😊😊😍 The doll series is literally my favorite peter pan x reader I’ve ever read! You did AMAZING❤ Really hope you continue it😘Will ‘doll’ have a part 3? Please tell me there is! I love UR writing,  The doll series is literally my favorite peter pan x reader I’ve ever read! You did AMAZING❤ Really hope you continue it😘 ,  Omg I love doll!!!! Please say there’s going to be a part 3!?!? Ps I love your writing!;) x,  please please please make a doll part 3!!!! pretty please 😘💚

Note: gOOD LORD here ya guys go! 

Warnings: SHORT, swearing, greaser!Peter, soc!Reader

Two days have passed since the incident on Friday. It was now currently Sunday in the evening, as Peter raised from his uncomfortable couch in the Lost Boys’ hideout, with a large groan. He rubbed his eyes, the faint sunlight that shined through the windows he mentally cursed at, as a hangover was evident thanks to the past rough and sleepless nights. After what he said to you, he couldn’t bare the thought of you out of his life from now on. He thought he would feel better after telling you his true feelings, but now…he feels like the complete definition of shit. 

Why did you have to be a Soc? Why did he have to be a greaser? 

Those same questions echoed through his head, but were soon dismissed once loud knocking on the door made him cringe with agony. That headache was no joke. 

Getting up in a huff, he threw the now empty beer can to the ground with a small clank, stomping over to the door. Opening it with such force, it practically left a dent in the wall he slammed it into. The person behind the knocking was none other than Felix himself, who was out of breath from sprinting to the hideout. He knew Peter wouldn’t be at home, there was no reason for his mother to know why he was in such a funk, she never liked you to begin with. When his eyes adjusted to the bright light, Peter glared at his friend, waiting for him to catch his breath. 

“What are you doing here, Felix?” 

The boy couldn’t answer, he was out of too much oxygen. With a roll of his eyes, he invited him in, already making his way to the ‘kitchen’ (which was just a mini fridge in the middle of the living area) and pulled him out a cold one. Felix, noticing the drink in his hand, grabbed it without hesitation, practically gulping it down in one sitting. Finally caught up with his breathing, he spoke. 

“I-I’ve…been worried..sick. Man, I haven’t seen or heard from you since Friday, neither has any of the boys, we thought you’ve gone off somewhere and left town. Are you alright?”

With a slight scoff, Peter sat back on the couch, hands behind his head in an act of relaxation. “Never better. The girl of my dreams rejected me, because she only sees me as filthy trash, what more can a guy ask for?” 

Sighing, Felix scratched his head. “So, I take it you’re not doing alright, then?”

“Why are you really here?” 

“Look, man…I know she hurt ya, real bad, but come on! You can’t just lock yourself in the hideout because of some bitch with her nose so high in the air she can smell Jesus Christ himself.”

Peter shot up from his position on the couch, grabbed Felix by his collar and shoved him into the wall. His once dull eyes filled with hatred and anger in one split second as he stared down the taller boy. 

“Don’t you ever, ever call Y/n ‘some bitch’. She is nothing like those girls we always fooled around with, ya dig? Y/n is more than that, and if-” Before he could finish, Felix was staring at him with a grin that just screamed ‘I knew it.’ Letting him go, Peter backed away with his face in his hands, mentally kicking his own ass for spilling too much, too fast. 

“You’re not over her. You never were and never will be.” He crossed his arms, watching as Peter stared at the ground. “Listen, buddy. I care about you, we’re all we have, the gang is worried, man. If you stay in here and be a sap over Y/n, then you’re practically letting the socs win!”

“I don’t care about no damn socs, alright? I care about Y/n and Y/n only…no matter what I do, or what I say, nothing will change that. Not my mum, not socs, not Thomas…but I’m nothing but a greaser…”

“When has that ever stopped you, huh? Last time I checked if a greaser wanted something, he’d take it. Nobody, no one would tell him he could’t have it or get in his way. A greaser fights for what they want, and if you want Y/n, stop being a pussy and fight!” Felix shoved Peter in the chest roughly, almost making him stumble back. With an irritated look, Peter shoved him back, a fire within him burning yet again. “Oh? You don’t like that? What are you going to do about it, huh?”

Felix shoved him again, only harder. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

One more shove sent him over the limit. He was already angry thanks to the hangover, adding on would be the lack of sleep, and alcohol, so of course he was on the verge of exploding. He just needed the right push.

With a swift motion, Peter socked him in the jaw without warning, sending the greaser smack-dab onto the floor, groaning. With one hand on his jaw to put it back in place, he smirked up at Peter. 

“There’s the fighter!” He stood up with his hand still on his jaw, while patting him on the shoulder with his other. “You want your girl? Fight for her at John’s party tonight.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“You know those girls that was with Y/n at the drive in? One of them is real sweet on me, and I made her promise that Y/n would be there. Fight for her there, take what’s yours and don’t take no for an answer!”

“Not really the best choice of words,” He shook his head, crossing his arms. “But, alright. I’m down. I could use a night out anyway.” 

“Perfect. Peter Pan is back!” 


Nighttime had finally rolled in, and the worst time to have a party would be a Sunday night. Or maybe it was just another way of saying: ‘We’re going back to hell soon, party like it’s your last.’

Everyone was planning to be there, from greasers, to socs, to mid-class, you name it. From ages fetus to skeleton, anyone was invited to the party. As soon as it got started, you and a few of your friends were dancing it up on the dance floor, having a good time. The music was blaring The Rolling Stones, putting a good vibe to the sour mood you’ve had the past couple of days. You were glad your friends talked you into going, you were kind of skeptical at first. Afraid of running into…you-know-who. 

One of your friend’s tapped your shoulder, bringing you back down to earth. 

“Y/n, this is Franklin,” She gestured to the nerdy mid-class boy, him waving shyly at you. “Franklin here wanted to dance with the prettiest girl at this shindig, and I quickly had to introduce you two.”

“Oh uh, hello. Uhm, that’s a nice thought, but…I think I’m doing fine dancing on my own, thank you-”

“Y/n. We talked about this, you need a new love interest to get your mind off that greaser trash!” She spoke through gritted teeth, suddenly making your blood boil.  

“He’s not greaser trash, Cindy! I wish you would stop calling him that!”

“And I wish you would move on like he did! Open your damn eyes, Y/n, he’s not good enough for you and never will be! I brought you out here tonight to find a guy who isn’t a complete dick, and you’re not making an effort of doing so!”

“You know what, I need a drink. Maybe you and Franklin can get to know each other while I’m gone. I’m sure he likes the prissy and uptight ones, with their skirts shoved up their asses.” 

With that, you walked away from the two, leaving them stunned. That Friday night changed you, that’s for sure. You saw yourself and your life in a new light, and it was either for the better or the worst. All at the same time you were almost raped by the man you thought loved you, only to be saved by the man you never gave the time of day since the 7th grade. Never even got the chance to say thank you, either. Once you finally made it to the drinking table, you prayed this time the punch wasn’t spiked, the last thing you wanted was to be drunk and vulnerable in a house filled with almost complete strangers. 

As you poured yourself some punch, a slight chill ran up and down your spine all of the sudden. The drink soon forgotten as you felt hands caress your waist, down to your bum, and the warmth of someone pressed up against you from behind. You were about to turn around and smack the shit out of whoever dared to touch you in such a way, until a whisper struck your ear. You tensed up stiff once you recognized who it was.

“Miss me, doll?”  


Like Her - Part 2 (C.H.)

A/N: I was asked if I was going to make a Part 2, so here it is. Enjoy! :)

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“What the hell was that, Y/N?!” Calum yelled at me once Harry’s truck disappeared from sight.
I rolled my eyes. “It was me saving your ass. A ‘thank you’ would suffice.”
“I could have handled that without your help.”
I scoffed. “Please. If it wasn’t for me, you’d have a bullet through your head right now.”
That only seemed to enrage Calum. “If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have been given some ultimatum in the first place!”
I glared at him. “I told you from the very start that if you didn’t want me I would leave, but you kept on insisting that you wanted me in your stupid gang!”
“I want you in the gang, but when you pull stupid, reckless shit like that, you need to learn to take a step back and let me handle it.”
“Yeah, because you were handling it so well.” I told him with a sarcastic eye roll.
His body started to shake slightly from the rage and I knew that look in his eye better than anyone else. It didn’t matter that I had just met him. That look would always appear the same regardless of whose eyes they were.
He took a threatening step forward with his right arm half raised and his hand clenched into a fist. 

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Necks and Debts

Original imagine: Saving Kai from the 1903 prison world only to learn he’s a vampire and allowing him to feed from you which causes him to leave a Mate Mark on you sealing you both as Mates & Waking up next to Kai  

Author: puellaigmotum (absolutely FANTASTIC writer!

Reader gender: female

Warnings: language, fluff, mild violence, blood drinking

Word count: 5,761

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anonymous asked:

Again, you're lying to your followers. I talked about the writers making rape jokes on twitter, how they didn't show malec's first time (but won a GLAAD award?! what a joke), a latina woc with drug addiction (a stereotype that affects me directly), how you DON'T CREATE a tag about problematic things about Shadowhunters. I guess your true colors are finally showing (: you probably won't share this ask as well but I know that you're manipulating your followers

im not lying to anyone, i literally TOLD you i haven’t read your asks, jeeez. I’ve spoken up PLENTY about how shadowhunters have messed up, and i don’t see how that’s relevant at all? am i saying the show is perfect? no. am i saying i love the writers? i can’t stand todd and his whole gang. all im saying is that i care about the characters hence i can’t help but be fond of the show, because even with its flaws it’s better than the books.

Think Of It As An Adventure, II

Summary: When a slight detour reunites her with an old friend, the erstwhile adventurer Niklaren Beckett is thrown headfirst into the schemes of a goddess, whose plotting threatens to ignite all of the desert into war.

Author’s Notes: See Chapter I for more comprehensive notes. Also, somehow Ozan manages to be more restrained and less impulsive than Nik, which, well…I have no idea how that happened.


Chapter Two:
A Spot of Intimidation

Khnum wasn’t a very observant man.

It made following him simple, but still, I was rather startled by just how easy it was, even for me.

When I’d been criminal - and hell, even when I hadn’t - I’d always been wary. Constantly looking over my shoulder, keeping to the shadows, watching my step no matter where I went – and it had saved my life more times than I cared to think about.

He acted more like a gang leader than some random sot pulled in off the street.

Khnum stopped at the door of the jail, while I crouched behind one of the dead trees that littered the grounds around the derelict building. Ozan’s leg pressed against my shoulder as I peered around the side of the crumbling tree.

The man fumbled with the lock, cursing a bit in the still air, before managing to get it open. Then he finally looked warily around, before letting himself inside. The jail had no windows – at least it didn’t on the side facing us – so I felt comfortable approaching, Ozan at my heels.

I wondered then if I should mention to Ozan my suspicions about his ‘friend’, and decided against it. If they were true, he’d find out soon enough.

Kneeling, I turned my attention to the lock and scowled at the simplicity of it. As a thief of decent skill, I was frankly insulted by the gaudy thing, whose only purpose seemed to be to scare off anyone who might try to get into it. From Ozan’s muffled snort above my head, I thought he felt much the same.

I took out the lockpicks I stored in the fake sole of my right boot, and went to work.

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Our characters can have moments where they probably can’t truly imagine the worst happening, although they’ll agree to it. They’ll be like, “Yeah, I’m doing my thing, and if you end up dying, that’s fine.” But, deep down inside, if something like that actually happened, [I think they would care].
—  Glenn Howerton, about the gang