i have a two fanfics in mind

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I never told you what I think about you

I hope you like it anon, the request is kind of old, but I wanted to draw Keith’s tears (and Injuried!Lance)

Don’t worry, Lance is in the healing pod, HE’LL BE FINE


If you have fanfics suggestions with Lance (almost) dying, you can send them to me, I would love reading them ∠( ᐛ 」∠)_ 


I never thought I would really need to write this, but … So, I don’t mind repost on instagram (or other platforms), but please, credit my tumblr, it’s the only thing I’m asking !

You’re a delusional shipper.RANT.

If you ship anything that is LGBT related, it doesn’t even matter if the ship is in BTS or not, you’ll probably hear or have already heard people saying stuff like:

“Oh my god, stop romanticizing everything they do, they literally said they saw each other as brothers/sisters”

“I can’t believe people is arguing over this, it’s obvious shipping isn’t real, it’s for fun, no ship is real, you’re delusional”

etc… etc…

Let me tell you the real truth of this.

These types of comments usually come from people who ship themselves with the boys, people who truly think that there’s a chance of them dating said idol who, sometimes doesn’t even live in the same continent as them. Yeah, they’re are calling people who think, that there’s a chance of two boys from the same band dating, delusional.

Also, people who’s internalized homophobia is so big, that even if Jungkook was seen kissing Jimin and grabbing his butt would comment something like “ That’s probably fan service” or if they saw Yoongi and J Hope making out against a tree they’d literally go like “friendship goals”

Like some comments that are on twitter about Jimin’s and Jungkook’s trip to Japan.

I’m pretty sure if these same people saw Jungkook giving the same treatment he gave Jimin to any girl, they’d immediately think they’re dating. If they saw that Jungkook paid for a trip, paid for the hotel room, and bought said girl some stuff in Japan, let me tell you.

They’d immediately think they’re dating.

Now, let me make clear that I’m a Jikook shipper, yet I am not saying or stating as a fact that Jimin and Jungkook went out in a honeymoon, no sir, I’m not doing that, but I’m simply saying, why don’t you give it the benefit of the doubt instead of immediately going “They’re straight, oh my god, people who think they’re gay are probably crazy”. I’m not saying you have to ship what I ship, I’m saying get your head out of your ass and face the real world.

Gay people exists/Bisexual people exist…Etc…

Obviously, companies such as BigHit, SM, JYP, etc… Won’t tell you “yeah they’re gay and dating” because that’s not how these companies work and we all know that. They’re not going to say things like that, just like they won’t tell you if the members in a band hate each other.

I mean, I literally asked a friend if BlackPink got along well and he answered with “the company said that their friendship was so strong, this is why they debuted together”

My little honey I’m sorry to burst your bubble but when your argument starts with the “the company said…” it’s immediately bullshit to me, Companies say what’s convenient to them, not the truth.

Same with this whole thing of “Jimin has said that he sees Jungkook as a little brother, stop romanticizing everything they do”

Well no shit Sherlock, it’s not like Jimin can come out of the blue and be like “Well, actually I really want to suck his dick”, that simply ain’t going to happen

Finally, I’m not here to burn your fantasy of Jungkook x Y/N fanfics, I’m not here to tell you what to ship and I’m not even here to tell you that you should believe in Jikook just like I do.

The only thing I’m saying is, listen to yourself, open your mind and stop treating people who believe/support something completely possible (like two dudes in BTS or any other band having a romantic relationship) like they’re crazy, stop doing that because you’re the one who ends up looking dumb.

Attention Buzzfeed Unsolved fans

I’m not sure how old you all are or how long you’ve been on Tumblr but I’m assuming a large portion of you have been around long enough to understand what I’m about to say.

I’ve been on this website for the better part of five years and in that time I’ve watched many fandoms I held dear turn sour and toxic at a surprisingly sharp rate.

It’s painful to watch. Don’t make me watch it happen again.

If you’re like me you love Shane and Ryan. You love watching those goofy boys argue and hunt ghosts. That we can all agree on.

Something I can already see small fights starting about is whether or not shipping Shyan is okay.

We need to be more mature than past fandoms have been when it come to shipping real people.

If you’re against the shipping of real people please be respectful of those who do. Go with the classic if you don’t like it don’t look and please don’t attack those who do.

This is how fandom wars start. This is what we don’t want.

Now if you do ship Shyan you also need to be respectful also. You need to not push your ship on those who don’t ship it because at the end of the day we all love the boys. But also remember to be respectful of Ryan and Shane themselves.

I know some may not like to hear this but Shyan is for fun. You can’t go hating their actual girlfriends for getting in the way of your ship. That’s just rude and frankly weird behavior and gives fandoms a bad name.

Also never contact Shane or Ryan about the ship. It WILL make them uncomfortable. This kind of thing is fun and fine between Tumblr accounts but don’t comment about the ship on YouTube videos or their Instagram’s. That’s how these kind of things go from fun and light to toxic.

I’m giving you a small flash into an old ship called Septiplier. It was between two youtuber gamers and for a while it was all fun and games. Even the youtubers joked about in videos but it went from fun to toxic quickly when their girlfriends received death threats and they were hounded about the ship on every form of media. Even now after a year and half since the ship died because both gamers cut nearly all contact with each other to the public the ship is still always talked about. This ruined not only ship but the personal friendship of these two.

This is the last thing we want between Shane and Ryan but trust me it can and will happen if the fandom gets out of control.

So I act you, fellow fans of Buzzfeed Unsolved, to keep a level head. Have fun, make art, make fanfic and crazy theories that Shane is a demon Bigfoot monster but whatever we do, don’t let this fandom become toxic.


I’m not even sure if this was coherent but I’m hoping we can all keep this in mind. Please reblog and share with other fans to spread the word. Likes are fine but get the word around with a reblog. Also feel free to add on if you have anything worth saying.

(wheeze)

Title: Queen of Hearts
Fandom: Riverdale
Characters: Cheryl Blossom x Reader
Reader Gender: Female
Word Count: 1,400
Warnings: None
Notes: This is a result of me lamenting on the fact that Cheryl really deserves someone who loves and appreciates her.

Originally posted by fyeahriverdale

Prior to falling in love with the captain of the River Vixens, you had absolutely no interest in cheerleading. You thought it was one of the stupidest ‘sports’ in existence, and it was nothing more than a social construct to allow pretty, popular girls to assert their dominance over their school. It was most certainly still that, but after accompanying Cheryl to practice every day for two weeks while her car was in the shop, you realized it was of much more importance than just some air-headed rhyming phrases and pom-poms.

“You’re really going to just sit in solemn silence with your headphones in, while the hottest and most talented girl you know is working her ass off right in front of you?” Cheryl inquired as she followed you over to the bleachers. You set her duffle bag down next to your backpack, and made yourself as comfortable as possible on the cold metal seat while she fished around in her bag.

“Oh, don’t worry, I’ll definitely be watching your ass – I just won’t be paying much attention to anything else,” you clarified, shooting her a wink, and she rolled her eyes in response. Still, you could see a small smile on her red lips.

“Whatever, just… keep quiet – and let me know if you need anything,” Cheryl said, attempting to still sound annoyed, yet unable to keep from being sweet to you.

“Gotcha, doll.”

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Apparently I missed Fic Writer Appreciation Day, because I didn’t have internet for 4 days, and then I had a two days long migraine. So, Guys, I know I’m late with this, but I want to say thank you for you All, who bring us amazing stories and coming up with great ideas. Maybe sometimes it’s difficult to create all those fanfics and headcanons you give us, but I’m so glad I can read your stories!!!

You know, that mostly I read Sterek fics, so that’s why it is Sterek I drew you as the sign of my gratitude. (Hope you don’t mind) ❤❤❤

So, it’s for you All, who have ever written anything!!!

Though I have some honorable mentions, because your fics makes my last year better. You are the bests!!! Maybe you haven’t even know me, but you’re those specially, who’s works - fics or headcanonsmake - me feel better day by day. ❤❤❤

@pale-silver-comb @inell @trilliath @exhaustedpigeons @nerdderek @bulletblaze @fandom-madnessess @yodas-yo-yo @ladydrace @sterekisperfection @mad-madam-m @benaya-trash @halekingsourwolf @stiles-and-the-sourwolf @bleep0bleep @eternalsterek-broughttolife @doctortay
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Reggie Mantle x Reader PART ONE: THE ARTIST & THE JOCK

Before the story starts I must say this one is pretty long because I needed to tell you a bit of the backstory I have created, and hopefully you guys like this it’s my first fanfic ever. Also I see very little Reggie Imagines, so one came to mind and I decided to write, please comment what you think about it. I’m thinking of turning into little series so I’m guessing this is Part One.

words: 1974

Summary: The beginning of something b/w the reader and Reggie

Spoilers: Its gonna get good by Part two i promise, hopefully you guys like it

Part Two - Part Three - Part Four -  Part Five - Part Six    

Such a small town Riverdale was. A town where everyone knew each other. By default though, the town you once knew was falling apart. Your parents’ generation was so screwed up and your generation was just trying to make it out alive.

           The next thing you knew this wholesome town had turned into a horror film, and you were not looking forward to the ending. Ms. Grundy was exposed a sexual predator and sent to Jail, and as happy as many people were that she had been put away, you couldn’t help but think how your friend Archie was doing. Not everyone knew that it was Archie who she had been with, as The Coopers decided to keep his identity a secret for his sake and the fact that Betty would not have them humiliate him.

           Then the incident of July 4th, when Jason Blossom was running away with Polly Cooper. Forbidden love, which ended in such a tragic ending with the murder of Jason. Then again does Forbidden love ever get a happy ending?  There you could not help to think of how both Cheryl and Betty were doing. Cheryl had lost her best friend, her confidant, the only one who was there for her unlike the rest of her tragic family dynamic. Betty in a sense lost Polly too since her parents sent her away because “she was not well” and she hasn’t seen Polly since.

           With you though you’re problems weren’t as big as theirs. Growing up in Riverdale was not easy, especially when all of us kids were just trying to make our parents happy, while trying to do the things we loved. You were the neutral ground for all the kids, well you and Betty. You had always hung out with almost every kid in Riverdale, from Betty, Archie, Kevin, Jughead, Cheryl, Chuck, Moose, Ethel, Trev, Josie, Valerie, Melody and Reggie. Now adding the new girl Veronica who seemed quite nice. She had her share of dysfunctional family problems too just like many of us in Riverdale. You’re parents came from nothing and in Riverdale they blossomed, your dad became a doctor and became rich and your mom decided to quit her job to support the household, which was not really her choice, but she would do anything for your father.

           These days though you were all grown up, many from different sides of the high school spectrum. Cheryl had her River Vixens cheerleading squad, Archie found love in music and sports (Such a Troy Bolton), Kevin realized he was gay (which we all accepted), Jughead found comfort in writing, Betty opened up The Blue & Gold newspaper for school again and dragged Jughead with her. Josie made a band with Val and Melody, Reggie/Chuck/Moose/Trev decided to channel their issues in the Jock spectrum. You however loved art, so they’d catch you drawing or painting hanging out with all of these losers on your free time. Oh did I forget to mention where Veronica made you and Betty tryout for the River Vixens. You only did it for the reason you do anything for anyone, to make them happy. Obviously you thought you weren’t going to make it. Proven wrong though when Cheryl accepted you because you were her friend and she knew you had “fire” only when your “fire” is needed. Though since the light of events this summer You and Veronica helped get Betty on the team.

            .

           You were arriving home in your new uniform since you didn’t have time to change, Your mother seemed a little too happy about you joining the vixens, and dad was just happy you weren’t just the “hippie”  artist.  I did say this was a small town right? Well word got around that you were now a vixen. And to avoid your parent’s cheeriness about this whole ensemble you changed and decided to go to Pops.

           As you opened the door to Pops with the delightful smell of burgers and fries, you looked to your right to see Jughead in his usual booth typing away and slip across him in the booth.

“Hey” you stated as he looked up. “What no more uniform?” he retorted.

“Oh c’mon not you too, I am so tired of the comments and looks I have gotten” as you replied back Arch, Kevin, Bets, and Ronnie were coming into Pops

“Oh c’mon (Y/N) you talk to everybody here, you were bound to became a bit of the “in-crowd” Jug signals with his fingers.

“I just don’t want this to take time away from my art” You replied as the gang snuck into the booth.

“You can do both like me, (Y/N)” Archie answered with a smile as you gave a shoulder shrug.

“I only did this, because Ronnie made me, and thinking Cheryl wouldn’t let me in” you exclaimed.

“Oh come on I just recently met you and I can now see you have legs!” Veronica exclaimed after listening into our conversation.

“Yeah (Y/N) we’ve all known you for so long honestly I thought the only part of you that moved were those hands when they’re painting away.” Kevin adds on with a giggle

and so we kept on talking until it was our curfew and we had to go, the only one who ever stays behind is Jug trying to fix up his novel.

“Get some rest” you say to Jug as you are one of the last one there and he just gives you a glare and bids you goodbye.

The next morning as you were getting ready to leave your house, your parents call you.

“(Y/N), we need to talk to you!” Your mom shouted from downstairs.

“Coming!” you shouted back, grabbing your stuff for practice later.

“Hey mom, dad what’s up?” you asked as you reached them in the kitchen.

“We are having dinner with The Mantles on Friday night” your father answered

“And we need you home and go buy yourself something nice for the dinner” your mother ordered with a smile as she continued dads sentence.

Confused as to what’s going on since you don’t really mingle with The Mantles anymore you ask “Why?”

Dad just shoots you a look “Its business, and I want you here and that’s final (Y/N).”

You nod and make your way to the door and get the bike to get to school.

As you walk through the hall reaching your locker to shove in your Vixens outfit, he appears with a smug look on his face.

“Hey (Y/N), looking good today, um well you look good all days” Reggie fidgets and continues “but you definitely look good today.”

“I’d like to think so” you retort “but does this by any chance have to do with the fact that our parents are having a dinner on Friday?” you question Reggie

“Well a bit, but I always have to compliment a girl when she looks good” he smirks

“OH MY SAVIOR!” you give a sarcastic comment while motioning your hands to forehead like a damsel in distress, as Betty and Ronnie approach you.

“Hey, Reggie” Veronica speaks up, “um I was wondering if you’d like to do something on Friday?” she asks Reggie

“Sorry Ron, I got plans with my family and (Y/N) family” and he bids farewell by reaching to his forehead with his hand as if he was tipping an imaginary hat and walks off with his Goonies as Jug likes to call them.

“The (Y/L/N) and The Mantles together again, it’s been so long, what’s the occasion?”  Betty questions me.

“Is there something I’m missing here (Y/N)? You said you guys were just childhood friends” Ronnie adds on

“Oh, oh… my god no! We used to be very close when we were smaller, but um… no, you can have him Ron I haven’t changed my mind, and my dad said its purely business related” you retort while closing my locker answering to both Betty and Veronica.

The day goes by and during lunch you head on to ask Cheryl if there is going to be practice on Friday.

“No, I got some things to do at home (Y/N), have a nice dinner with The Mantles” Cheryl answers and gives me devilish smirk

“It is not like that Cheryl, just a business dinner” you answer annoyed.

“I always did think he’d end up with you, before he went full jock king on us and you ended up the tortured artist” she stated with sly smile.

The week went by and you bought yourself a dress that both you and your mom could find middle ground on since you preferred jeans and t-shirt on any occasion. It was Friday during lunch and you were with Jug, Kevin, Arch, Bets, and Ronnie. Talking about your plans for the weekend when Kevin decided to have a movie night tonight.

“Can’t, family dinner, if I skip it they’ll put me on death row” You told Kev

“Seriously? Ok how about Saturday night then?” Kevin asks

“Yeah, I think I can, how about you guys?” you ask the rest of the group

“Yeah sure, Betty and I will stop sleuthing for a night” Jug answers while taking a bit of food from all of us, while Betty nods

“I’m in!” Veronica states “What about you Archiekins?” She says taking away one of Archie’s fries.

“Yeah” the red-haired boy answered.

Reggie made his way to the table

“Hope you’re not making any plans for tonight (Y/N/N) my parents and my little sister would be so sad” Reggie states with a puppy dog expression.

“Oh, God please don’t call me that.” you tell Reggie while making an annoyed face.

“What? You love it when I call you that!” Reggie proclaims

“Yeah when we were eight” you declare as he walks off before Ronnie can get to talk to him.

“Well he’s been awfully sweet to you lately” Betty announces to the group

“It’s probably because he doesn’t want me telling our parents he’s a jerk most of the time” you say, while Ronnie just looks at you with a small smile, before you get to speak again, to re-assure Ronnie, Kevin decides to open his mouth.

“OMG, Sorry Ron, but you and Reggie, can it be? Straight out of a movie plot” he motions his hands together against his heart.

“I promise, he’s yours for the taking Ron” you speak up glaring at Kevin.

At the end of the school day as you’re getting ready to go home Ronnie stops to talk to you.

“Hey (Y/N), look if you like Reggie it’s okay, I mean you guys have history, I’m new and he doesn’t even give me the time of day, I mean…”

You grab her by the shoulder and cut her off by saying “Look Ron, you like him, me and Reg were just friends, I have never thought about him like that, never.”

Ronnie gives you a sad smile “Look I’m just saying the guy is hot, and he doesn’t even look my way, when he looks and talks to you it is like he is not that douchebag everyone thinks he is”

“Ron I… I… look… Look I am not going to let you mope around like this, I admit that Reg is good looking, but that could never happen you like him, and were just polar opposites that could never work out” You reassure her.

She looks at you still a bit sad and so you speak up again “I promise to talk you up during dinner, so he can start crushing on you, I’d invite you, but my parents as I have said would put be on death row if I did”

You bid goodbyes as you headed home to get ready for dinner with The Mantles.

Man it is going to a long night…

Originally posted by riverdalesource

Tag: @sgarrett49 @oharchiekinz

  • Keith in Fanfics: *is a bad boy with small hints of tsundere qualities sometimes*
  • Keith in Real Life: I named this Teddy Bear after Lance so I can sleep with it while we're apart.
Motivation. (PeterxReader)

Originally posted by katarinadreams92

@avengersnthings asked for more of this nerd, also I love that blog, so here we go!


You sighed loudly, your boyfriend kept pacing behind you. It wouldn’t be so bad if he wasn’t going so fast, the wind behind his stride was blowing your hair everywhere and screwing with your concentration.

“Pete, do you mind chilling out?” You lightly snapped. “I can’t really focus when you’re running that fast.”

He raised an eyebrow, “Huh? I thought I was going slow?”

“Not even a little bit.” You breathed deeply, “Okay, do it again.”

He got into a running stance, “Ready, babe?”

You narrowed your eyes at him and he pushed off of the ground…at full speed. Damn it, that was the fifth time in a row! What good was having powers of time manipulation if you can’t you know manipulate time.

“This is useless!” You groaned, pulling at your hair. “I’ll never get it right!”

“You almost had it, I could feel myself slowing down.” He sat down next to you.

“Don’t patronize me,” You flopped your head onto his shoulder. “I suck.”

Peter looked at you with a frown, you were trying your hardest at you were getting nowhere. He could tell you were on the verge of giving up, but that’s not the (Y/N) he knew of.

“Babe,” He took your groan as a sign to continue. “You’re (Y/N).” 

You cut him off with a scoff, “Thanks for that update, I must have forgotten.”

“You did, (Y/N). Who’s the one that got Kurt out of that wall when he got stuck? Or when Scott almost blew up the tennis court? Mmmh, that was you.” Peter gave your head a sweet kiss. “You can do anything you set your mind to.”

You smiled brightly at him, your heart fluttering, “You think so?”

“I know so, look around us, babe.” 

Everything and everyone besides the two of you were stopped in their tracks. In the distance, you could see the professor, who decided to have class outside today, paused in mid sentence. You laughed in shock; you did this!

“I did it!” You smiled, grabbing your boyfriend in a big hug.

“You just needed the right motivation.”

Writing Star Wars fanfic like...
  • Is superweapon one word or two? 
  • Do they have lambs in a Galaxy far, far away? Or do they sacrifice porgs?
  • Please don’t sacrifice porgs
  • Shit, I hope that metaphor isn’t weird. 
  • I’m going to change it back to lambs
  • Never mind let me check
  • FIVE MILLION WOOKIEEPEDIA TABS
  • It’s Theron not Theorn!
  • God damn it, Mac, stop autocorrecting character names!
  • Shit now you’ve learned Theorn and are autocorrecting to that
  • HEAVY DRINKING
  • Mace Window
  • Crap I just used the word “God”, they say something else don’t they?
  • HEAVIER DRINKING
  • Holo-[noun]
Yes, but what if? (Yoonmin masterpost/prompt)

Okay so a few months ago I read this fanfiction. In a few words IT WAS THE BEST YOONMIN FANFICTION I’VE READ IN THE ENTIRETY OF MY LIFE. It’s based on real events and the only thing I can say is that ever since I read it my brain is convinced that this actually happened between Yoonmin. If you haven’t read it I insist you do.

This fanfic describes how Yoonmin were in love since they met but hadn’t realized it until the period Yoongi had written/recorded First Love. The writer (Hello, by the way, if you are reading this! I hope you don’t mind me promoting your awesome work. I asked for permission in your comments, but if you have a problem just tell me and I’ll take it down.) bless them, talks about how the rest of Bangtan found out Yoongi and Jimin were in love before the two of them did. If I continue I probably won’t stop. So please read it! Especially if you are a Yoonmin stan.

So as I said, my fantasy world is set in a reality where this actually happened. And in this reality, (also in the fanfic, according to the time it’s placed in) Yoongi and Jimin got together on the day Yoongi recorded First Love. So that means that in this picture

they have just begun dating. *Reminder: This is all happening in my brain. I have formed my own reality. Nothing is true* Okay so, because  my brain needed more of this story, I began putting real events into this fantasy world in a way that would seem like the two are actually together. Do you get me? Like, I’d watch/read whatever happened on twitter or in Bangtan Bombs, having in mind that the two of them were actually together. I’m weird I know. I hope I’m not the only one who does this, or else it’d be really awkward. Here are some of these moments.

*Credits to the owners*

I’d watch these and think that when they were filming this, they were actually together. It made my heart flutter every time. Again I hope other shippers do that too.

So, because I needed to convince my self that this fantasy world really existed, I began making audios, writing fics, drawing fanart based on this world. I wanted to make something like Behind The Scenes moments that didn’t actually exist. I hope anyone out there can relate. Yoonmin has taken over my life and it’s the only thing that occupies my mind ever since I read that fanfic.

During this period I’ve come up with the following. It’s more of a prompt for a fanfic. It’s extremely stupid but I can’t help my self.

*ALL THE FOLLOWING ARE FIGMENTS OF MY IMAGINATION! NOTHING REALLY HAPPENED!!*

So Yoonmin supposedly got together some time in August. Suga’s mixtape was released around that time (correct me if I’m wrong), but the songs were written long before. Here’s a fanfic that fits this story line. Then their WINGS comeback was in October. During that time Yoongi and Jimin were still exploring this new territory.

Their first time was some time in early November.  

And the talk was in early December. I’m shit at writing fanfics but I’ll try my best to explain what was said during the talk. It went a little like this:

Yoongi and Jimin were lying on the couch in their dorm living room at night chatting about different things (because in reality that’s what Yoonmin loves to do with each other)

when Yoongi said.(for a second time that night)

“I can’t imagine my life without you” or “I wouldn’t mind spending the rest of my life with you.”

Jimin sat in silence for a while, scrunching up his nose (in that cute way he does) in confusion.

“Hyung, are you proposing?” he asked looking up at Yoongi. Yoongi was confused by the question but then said something like:

“I know we can’t get married in Korea, but if we could would, you marry me?” or like “I know it’s impossible because no1 we are idols no2 no one knows about us(*supposedly they hadn’t ‘come out’ to the rest of BTS, despite the fact that BTS knew they’d end up together before them*) and no3 we live in a country where marriage between men is not allowed, but lets say non of these were in the way. Would you want to spend the rest of your life with me?”

And then Jimin kissed him softly and ran his fingers through Yoongi’s black hair.

“Of course I’d marry you, Yoongi. I love you way too much. And even if we can’t get married, I’d still want to spend the rest of my life with you, no matter what.” And they kissed again.

They exchanged gentle kisses for a couple of minutes until Jimin pulled back and said.

“Yoongi? I think we can.”

“What?” Yoongi asked, a little light-headed from Jimin’s kisses.

“I think we can get married. I have an idea.” Jimin said.

So Jimin explained his idea, that being them going to the United States for their Wings Tour and getting married there. They’d do it in private, just the two of them and a witness *they later decided on RM, because no1 he was the leader and deserved to know, no2 he wouldn’t judge them(none of the boys would but those were Jimin’s insecurities talking) and no3 he could speak english so they would be able to communicate with the people there*. They’d do it on their second day in New Ark, NJ, in the morning before they started getting ready for the concert. When I tell you I did research for this I’m not kidding. I literally looked up ‘how can gay couples get married in Newark?’. I don’t even know what I’m doing with my life anymore.

“No one has to know. We won’t cause a scandal, because no one will find out. We’ll tell management that we went out to get coffee or whatever. We’ll just go and sign the papers. And in the future, if marriage gets legal back at home and we can be who we really are without fear, we can actually have a ceremony there.” Jimin said.

Anyways, during the next week they did their own research, filling out marriage license applications, talking with Namjoon (RM told them that they all knew and would all be present that day). Everything was settled before they left for the tour. They had even booked the appointment with the center.

Then I got inspiration and created this, which happened during their stop in NY before heading to Chile. During the rest of the tour they were pretty much occupied with rehearsals and sleep. They got the same room in hotels and, even though they were really tired every night, they always kissed each other good night and whispered a ‘saranghe’ before falling asleep in each other’s arms.

So as I said, this is all in my brain. I know it’s fake and I know that ‘of course Yoongi and Jimin aren’t getting married in real life and you are stupid for thinking it can actually happen.’ That’s what I told my self a week ago and I had almost forgotten about it, when Day 2 of the Newark concert came around and I saw this:

The photo was taken after their concert on their second day in Newark.

Then I noticed the ring on Jimin’s finger.

Jimin’s been wearing this ring for quite a while now, but the fact that it was on his fourth finger and the fact that Yoongi

had the same one on his fourth finger got me going crazy. Of course it’s a coincidence but I can’t help but think of this other reality. I’m mean, yes nothing’s real, but what if?

Anyways I wanted to share this, because

1. I wanted to know if anyone else in this world had the same thoughts (please tell me, I want to know)

2. I am Yoonmin trash and just can’t help it.

3. I hope someone writes a fanfic about this.  I’d do it but I can’t write. And if you do let me know!

4. I don’t know what I’m doing with my life anymore…

Anyways thanks for reading! I hope I didn’t tire you. But then again if I did you wouldn’t be reading this now. ;)

Have a wonderful rest of the day!! And enjoy this married couple.

Credits to the owners of the pictures.

Nothing Left To Say // Spencer Reid

Originally posted by trisgrimes

“Wasn’t it nice while it lasted?“ 

Images flooded into his mind. Memories of everything they’d been through playing like a film reel. 

Waking up to her. Her mouth slightly open, her hair an absolute mess. Stealing glances of her while she read in comfort. His blue sweater that looked better on her. The small stain from her careless eating. The smell of freshly made coffee awaiting him every morning. 

Soft hands. Loving looks. Lips painted a bright red. Eyes filled with amusement. The way she’d pop gum. The way he’d always make fun of her for it. Weekend nights spent at home. Movie marathons. The way she’d beg for her favorite foods and the way he’d so easily cave.

Coming home to find her dead asleep in the middle of the day. Curling up next to her. Reading his books to her while she listened. Having to explain things more than once. Her genuine interest in knowing what he loved. 

“Wasn’t it fun?” 

Salt in the air. The warm sand beneath his feet. The fact he’d finally caved and gone to the beach despite his distaste for it. The fact he was actually having fun. Her laughter as he struggled to chase after her, the shore proving to be a difficult place to run despite his long legs. The sand in their faces when he finally tackled her down. Their laughs. Her smile. 

Her hand leading him. A roller-coaster as high as the sky. His stomach filling with nervous butterflies. Her cheesy reassurances. The dread when they hurled forward at top speed. His relieved laughter when they finally got off. Her arm that kept him upright until he regained his balance. 

Teaching her how to play chess. Her confusion at the game. The way she’d sneak pieces away. Her cheating tactics. His amusement at her determination to win. The way she’d try to seduce him whenever she was losing. The way it almost always worked. 

“It hurt sometimes, didn’t it?" 

Her screams. His anger. Their own disappointment. The way her voice rose that caused his stomach to drop. The way her face fell when he yelled back. The pain she felt when he grabbed her shoulders a little too hard. The punch to his stomach when she would shove him away. The venomous words that were thrown carelessly. The tears. The bloodshot eyes. The feeling of having your heart ripped out and stomped on.

"But I still loved you." 

Her touch. The way her lips pressed gently against his skin. The way her eyes would glaze over underneath him. The heat. The passion. The lust and love swirled together so perfectly that they couldn’t exist without the other. The way his heart beat faster at the sight of her. The way she kissed him, full of fervor after having been apart. The way they felt like they were one. One soul divided into two bodies, destined to find their way to each other. Even if it wasn’t meant to last forever.

"I think it was worth it.” 

It was.

In the Background

Prompt: Yoongi fucks you in his studio and ends up using a recording of your moans in a song

Word count: 1.3k

“Yoongi” you whined as you draped your arms around his neck, resting your cheek against his ruffled hair. “Come to bed. You can finish this song tomorrow.” He just grunted in response as he kept fiddling with the various knobs and buttons in front of him. Army had been asking for Yoongi and Taehyung to collaborate on an R&B song for quite a while and Yoongi had been working diligently on it day and night to make sure it was perfect. The song was going to have a more adult feel which was a territory that the group had yet venture into.

You continued to try to entice him to leave his beloved genius lab until you realized that he really wasn’t about to remove his butt from the chair. You glared at the back of his head, hoping like hell that you could either telepathically change his mind or blow a hole in his skull.

“I can feel you staring and it’s not going to make this process any faster. There’s something missing and I’m not leaving this studio until I figure it out” You listened as Yoongi continued to manipulate the audio and he was right, something was most definitely missing from the smooth R&B beat he was working on. Nevertheless, you were a woman on a mission with no intention of failing.

“Well…” you drawled out as you pulled his chair back to make room for you to straddle his lap “maybe I can help you get those creative juices flowing.” Whatever protests Yoongi had planned to voice died on his lips as you ground your center against his crotch.

He mumbled a curse as his hands moved to latch onto your ass, guiding your hips as you continued to move over him. You smiled to yourself as you realized that you were about to get what you wanted after all. Your head dropped back as Yoongi kissed and sucked along your neck. You pulled your t-shirt over your head and your bra followed quickly after. Yoongi wasted no time covering your newly exposed skin in kisses as one of his hands slid down your backside and pushed your shorts aside, finding you panty-less and soaking wet.

“I’ve barely touched you and you’re already dripping for me” He sucked his bottom lip between his teeth as he teased your entrance with his finger. When he finally slipped one of his fingers aside you let out a low moan as you pushed back against his hand. You whined as he suddenly removed his finger, leaving you feeling empty as your walls clenched around nothing.

“Stand up for me” You pouted but followed his instructions anyway. Yoongi lifted his hips to shove his sweatpants down his legs and kicked them off to the side. He slowly stroked his erection while he motioned for you to remove your shorts which you did quickly before climbing back into lap. Your lips instantly connected with his as his hands roamed your body, leaving no inch of skin untouched. His erection rested between your bodies and you couldn’t resist the urge to slide your core along its solid length. Yoongi’s head hit the back of the chair as you slowly moved against him.

“Fuck, I need to be inside you right now” Yoongi smacked your ass with both hands and gave it a quick squeeze before aligning himself with your entrance. You slowly sank down on him, sighing when every inch of him was nestled inside you. Yoongi wrapped a veiny hand around your throat as he pulled you down to kiss him once more as you began to ride him.

He released your lips just to move to your ear where he proceeded to whisper filthy things to you. “You take me so well, baby girl. So tight around my cock” His deep voice successfully turning you on even more as your hips seemed to move faster on their own accord. Your moans filled the studio as you chased your orgasm. You were almost there but just like Yoongi’s song you were missing something.

You found that missing element when one of Yoongi’s skilled fingers found your clit and expertly circled it. “F-fuck Yoongi just like that. I’m going to come”

“Give it to me, baby. I want to feel you come all over me.” Your hips rose and fell one more time as you did just that. A string of curses interrupted by shouts of Yoongi’s name left your mouth as you buried your face in his neck.

“My turn” Without removing himself from your body, he stood up and gently laid you out on his table. You couldn’t help but scream as he suddenly slammed his hips into yours, his pace relentless. Your hands scrambled as you tried to find something to hang on to. His eyes were trained on the place where your bodies were joined, fascinated by the sight of his cock disappearing inside you over and over again. Your back arched as you felt a second orgasm creeping up on you and you weren’t sure if you could take much more.

Your walls clenched around him as you got closer and that was all it took to send Yoongi over the edge. His orgasm triggered yours and he kept thrusting to help you ride it out before collapsing on top of you. After a few minutes, you gently moved his hair off of his sweaty forehead and captured his lips with yours. His tongue swept across your bottom lip and you parted them for him. The kiss was slow and sweet unlike the events that had transpired just moments before. He pulled away and looked your naked body over as if he couldn’t wait to take you again.

“How about we continue this upstairs” The look in Yoongi’s eyes was just as devilish as the words that had come out of his mouth and you couldn’t help but smirk at him as you nodded your head in agreement.

A couple of days later, you had another day off and Yoongi called you to come over so you could finally hear the song that he had been previously working on. Your cheeks warmed as you thought back to the last time you were alone with him in his studio. Not too long after his phone call, you were seated in Yoongi’s lap as he queued the song up. The opening beats were familiar as you had heard them countless times before but this time they were joined by another very familiar sound that most definitely wasn’t there before.

“Yoongi…” You quickly turned to face him, eyes wide, only to find already grinning at you like a Cheshire cat. “Is that? That can’t be” You were flabbergasted as you heard the sound of your own moans dancing across the beat, mingling with Tae’s throaty vocals and Yoongi’s gravelly rhymes flawlessly.

“Oh, but it is babe. That’s the sound of you moaning while I fucked you right here on this table” He bit his lip as he looked you up and down obviously reminiscing on that night. You vaguely heard the song continue to play in the background but you were much more focused on the devil of a man beneath you.

“How did this even happen? It sounds great but how did you even get audio of that?” He grinned at you as he continued to look at you like he wanted to eat you for dinner. Yoongi was quick to remind you of your desperate struggle to find a handhold while he fucked you on his table. Somehow you must have managed to turn the microphone on and subsequently recorded the obscene sounds you two made together.

“Do you mind if I leave it like that? I’ll take it out and do something else if you want”

“No, no” You leaned in and kissed him before turning back to focus on the song again “it sounds great but you better not put my name in the credits on this thing or I’ll beat you” Yoongi laughed as you playfully warned him before showing you some other songs he had been working on.

Cas is twenty-six and has never been kissed. It’s never been a problem, but now his advisor is saying that his dissertation, a romance novel, is lacking a personal touch and won’t be liked by the board. With one day until it is due Cas is at wits end, but maybe his roommate, Dean, can give him a few pointers. 2.9k [AO3 Link]

“You love me?” Jo asked with wide, open eyes.

Anna nodded back timidly and tried to walk away, but Jo caught her arm before she could make her escape.

“How long? How long, Anna?” she demanded. “How long have you loved me?”

Anna may have been an angel, bright and powerful and able to smite Jo in an instant, but in that moment, the angel looked completely and utterly human. Her eyes were downcast and her lip was perched between her teeth. She looked terrified, which was beyond Jo. How could an angel of the Lord be terrified of a simple human like her?

“Ever since I pulled you from Hell,” she whispered. “When I touched your soul, it was the purest thing I’ve ever felt in my life. From that first caress of your being, I knew that I’d Fall for you, Jo. I just knew.”

“Anna…” Jo trailed off, because what the hell. How could an angel love her, a hunter? It didn’t make any sense, because angels hated hunters. The only reason Jo was topside was because she was a pawn in their games, and even though she thought Anna wasn’t like the others, she still had doubts at times. She thought that Anna was just putting up with her, that Jo’s love for the angel was unrequited.

“I should go,” Anna said as she turned on her heel. Her large, obsidian wings flew out, ready for flight.

Jo felt herself panic as Anna crouched down. She couldn’t let her angel leave, not after a confession like that one.

“No you don’t,” Jo said, reaching forward and turning Anna around. With a fire within her, Jo leaned in and

“Their lips…no. They touch one another with their mouths…no. They…uh…mack on one another for a long time…the end.” Cas pushed his laptop away and ran fingers through his hair, groaning. “This is impossible,” he muttered to himself, and brought his elbows up onto the table.

He’d rewritten the ending scene with Anna and Jo’s kiss a thousand times, but it never worked out. Professor Mills cited a lack of personal touch, and told him to base the kiss on his own experiences. “Add a little raunchiness, will ya?” she said to him with an upturned grin. He nodded and laughed along at the time, but now he was truly panicking. He was never going to finish his dissertation before tomorrow’s board presentation, and it would all be because he’s the only twenty-six year old on the planet who has never been kissed.

It wasn’t like he hadn’t tried before. Back in college, Cas was almost kissed a few times, the closest being when he was playing a drunken game of spin the bottle with his floormates. It landed on a girl named Meg, a feisty business major who was known for her escapades in the bedroom, but when she leaned in and tried to kiss him, he couldn’t do it. When Cas imagined his first kiss, it always was with someone he really cared about, not some girl from Edlund Hall that he barely knew.

“Yeah, wait until you find the perfect person to kiss. That’ll do you a lot of good,” Cas angrily muttered to himself as he pulled his computer back towards him. The cursor blinked back at him mockingly, and Cas carefully began typing.

“With a fire within her, Jo leaned in and grabbed Anna’s face-”

“No, no, no!” Cas cried out as he pounded on the keys. Even if he had no experience, why couldn’t he write this damn scene? Kissing was not rocket science, and he’s read enough romance novels in his life. Why can’t he just write a few lines and get it over with?

“Cas?”

He cringed when Dean’s voice hit his ears. The last thing he needed was his roommate seeing him all up in arms over this, especially since he was the one Cas had been trying to get the courage to kiss for years now. He quickly thought that if he wasn’t such a coward, then maybe he’d be able to not fail out of his dissertation.

“In my bedroom!” Cas called out, and began fruitlessly typing nonsense as Dean’s footsteps ricocheted off the hardwood floors, stopping when he reached Cas’s door.

“You okay?” Dean asked, and Cas turned around to see his friend leaning against the doorframe, lips turned up into a smirk as he toed the ground with his boot.

Perhaps it’s heightened by Cas’s troubles, but Dean looked even more handsome than usual. His jeans were rolled up at the bottom, revealing his ankles, and his white t-shirt was dirtied from his work shift at the garage. Combined with his playful gaze and his hands in his pockets, Cas felt himself blanching.

“Earth to Cas? You there, buddy?” Dean said as nodded in his direction.

Cas blinked owlishly a few times before going back to his laptop. “Yes, I’m sorry. I’m just trying to finish my dissertation.”

Dean walked over to his computer and peered over Cas’s shoulder. He could feel Dean’s breath on his neck, and it took everything in him to not turn his head and close the distance between them. It would be the perfect moment to get experience-

“Wow, this sucks,” Dean snorted, and alas, the moment was broken.

Cas glared up at Dean and pushed away from his desk. “You think it’s crappy? I’m presenting this to the board tomorrow,” Cas reminded him with emphasis. “And you decide to tell me now that it’s crappy?”

Dean held up his hands and backed away into the bed. He plopped down and replied, “Crappy isn’t the right word. It’s just…lacking. Jo grabbed Anna’s face and kissed her until they broke apart tells me nothing,” he said, quoting the last thing Cas wrote down. “I want to read about what the kiss felt like for Jo, you know?”

Cas took a deep breath and took a seat next to Dean. He folded his hands in his lap and glanced out the window, then asked the question that had been on his mind all day. “What does it feel like to be kissed, Dean?”

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A-Z NSFW: Suho

Originally posted by daenso

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A = Aftercare 

Suho’s EXO’s mom, and the boy looks like a muscle pig, he certainly knows the importance of taking care of yourself after a…ahem…work out. He’s almost annoying with it, “we sweated a lot and you need to rehydrate your body, you have to drink this glass of water before you can sleep” kind of thing, but of course it’s because he loves you and wants you to be happy and healthy afterwards.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) 

Let’s be real, he’s a muscle pig. He likes his abs. Obv. They come in handy sometimes though, it means he’s got the power to hold you up and stuff….On you he loves your eyes, he likes being able to see every emotion your face tries to hide; you can’t hide the look of love, lust, or arousal in your eyes. They are the gateway to the soul after all, and he loves how he can read you like a book.

C = Cum 

While Suho is usually really composed and proper with everything, he’s pretty messy when he cums. He’s one of the guys that you’ll have to strip the sheets and shower afterwards because he’s like a fckin hose, he sprayed fckin everywhere. Your water bill is going to be sky high….

D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs) 

Everyone makes Daddy Suho jokes and whatever but I hella think he’s actually really submissive. He’s got to be in charge of EXO, and be the boss and all, he gets enough taste of being in charge while being the leader of EXO, so it’s almost kind of shameful in his mind that he actually likes to hand over full control to you. But I mean, he’s submissive, you’ll find that out in no time. 

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Suho did have a girlfriend when he was training until they broke up because he couldn’t give her the attention she deserved such a good guy but he’s also one of the most gentlemanly guy’s I’ve ever seen, I don’t see him having had random sex like that, especially that young. So I don’t think he’s actually did the do yet, and tbh I think he’s pretty innocent minded too. Obviously a grown man can’t exactly not know what sex is, but he doesn’t have any real hands on learning experiences. 

F = Favorite position

I see Suho being pretty traditional and vanilla, honestly. Your smutty fanfics don’t fool me, Suho’s a basic sex guy. Missionary or you on top is pretty much the norm in his mind, and that’s most of what you two do, however he’s pretty fond of spooning you and doing it that way. He likes holding you, what can I say?

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

I can’t see Suho being stone cold serious when his shirt is off. He’s almost shy and embarrassed, in a way. He’s pretty giggly and sex is really lighthearted and fun, there’s no pressure or expectations with him. 

H = Hair (How well groomed are they)
Suho’s pretty on top of things, he’s organized and handles all the EXO business, I can’t imagine him not taking care of…down there….He’s works out and all, and he’s not bare, but he definitely manscapes and keeps things nice and tamed. 


I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

I’ve always said Suho is more husband material than boyfriend material, he’s the guy that you could date for 3 months and be like ‘yup lol he proposed and we’re getting married’ because he’s such a gentleman and romantic and loving. He’s kind of over the top romantic in the bedroom, like the shit you see in movies is how he is, with rose petals and candles and ‘I love you’s and music. You might have to tell him to dial it back at some point because boy…that’s a lot….

J = Jack Off (Masturbation)

[See Yearning] I don’t think he’s a very horny person? He’s pretty busy all the time, between EXO, being the leader of EXO, acting, concerts, practice, working out, etc that I don’t see him actually stopping and taking a minute to jerk off. It’s more of an off, ‘oh im showering and its night and im about to go to bed…washin my dick and ooops im jerking off’ kinda thing, it’s almost an accident half the time lol.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Like I said, he’s not dominant in the bedroom. He’s pretty submissive and let’s you do what you want. Submission on his part is kind of his kink, you being more dominant and all. But he likes being blindfolded too, the whole gig of being submissive and giving you control while taking away his ability to even see and predict what you’re doing really works him up. 


L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

He doesn’t stray from the bedroom, the bed is the only place to have sex really. Sex is 9/10 right before bed or as soon as you both wake up and you squeeze in some morning sex before his schedule. He doesn’t really have much spare time to skirt off with you to a broom closet or anything, the bedroom is his one and only.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

More often than not, you’ll have to be the one to make Suho take a breather and a moment to himself and initiate some form of contact. You coming onto him is what turns him on, he likes you making the first move, and lowkey it’s because he knows how much you want him then, that you’re the one bringing him into your web with promises of a looong night together. 

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Aside from the blindfold, Suho’s not very interested in toys, they just don’t do much for him. He has no issue with you bringing them in and using them, he likes watching, but him using them on you isn’t a turn on for him, he’d rather be doing it himself.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He prefers fingering you, to be honest. He’s not very skilled in that sense, but he does have an enjoyment for you riding his face. Suho, on the other hand, quite enjoys having you on your knees, he favors 69 a lot, you topping and both of you having your own fun and giving the pleasure 

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s more on the gentle side, he’s not very rough or hard but his pace is pretty fast, toeing the line of unbearably fast. 

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
Like I said, he’s not a very hormonal guy, and sex is almost scheduled to happen at night or morning at home, so quickies aren’t a constant in your relationship. He doesn’t enjoy them much, the rush cuts a lot of the pleasure out, so he’d prefer proper sex as apposed to quickies. 


R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Suho’s not the kinky guy y’all think he is, he pretty much a standard, vanilla-ish guy. He’s not very experimental, different positions you propose are his extent of experimenting. 

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He’s not easily worn out, he’s used to working out and the extensive EXO schedule, Suho lasts for quite a bit, normally from 6-10 minutes. And typically he can go 2 or 3 rounds if he’s given a proper break and you’re up for it. 

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
[See NO]


U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Since you’re mostly in control, he doesn’t have the luxury of teasing, but when given the chance, he does like to tease you a bit. Get you squirming just a lil bit, hear you beg for him, he relishes in it. 

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
Suho’s a loud guy when it comes to sex, he makes every sound in the book; moaning, grunting, panting, spewing out curses, etc. God forbid someones around, they will hear him plain as day, and poor Suho’ll have to suffer the teasing the next day. 


W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

A bolt lock was bought specifically because of being walked in by Mr. Picks-A-Lock aka Chanyeol so much. As a leader, you can only have your members see your member so many times before some action needs to be taken….Chan…stop picking locks wtf is wrong with you?

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)


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Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Suho’s sex drive is a bit below average, he’s under a lot of stress and working hard that he’s literally got no time for boners, so honestly sex isn’t as frequent in your relationship because he’s not really hormonal or turn on as easily. 

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Between being the leader, being an EXO member in general, and working out for the muscles he has….Suho doesn’t tire out easily. He’s used to working hard and pushing his body to the limits, so just sex with you isn’t going to be enough to put him to sleep. He’s move of an after sex cuddler, before he gets up and has to go about his day. He doesn’t go to sleep after sex, not unless it’s literally bed time. 

On the DL

Summary: You and Spencer have been in a secret committed relationship to one another and only JJ knows because JJ is Spencer’s best friend and whatnot. Well one day Spencer gets hurt in the field and this is the outcome of that…

Warnings: Mentions of injury on the field, hospitals, stress, mild angst, mentions of blood

Note: Two one shots in the same weekend? Wow I must be going crazy :P Know that requests are open and that I apologize for my inactivity.. School has been sucky and I’m starting break the week after the next so I’ll be more active soon!! Also, I made this set in season 10 because I love and miss Kate so much. She was one of my favorite characters ever. Lots of love ~G


You’d been cooking when you got the call. It was personalized to JJ, a good friend of your fiance. You picked up the phone immediately, a smile on your face as you answered the phone in a chirpy tone, “Hey JJ! How’s the case been going?”

JJ’s silence on the other end made you worry and you were about to speak up before you heard her speak in a worried tone, “Y/N, you’re going to want to get down to the DC Hospital.. Spencer.. He was injured..” Her voice was sad as you spoke and you dropped the knife you’d just been using, letting it land to the cutting board before hanging up the phone and moving quickly out the door, grabbing your jacket and keys on the way.

You were quick to hail a taxi, telling the cabbie to step on it as you stared out the window, tapping your foot rapidly. You felt a pinch in your stomach and you looked down to your forming baby belly, simply rubbing a hand over it with a sad stare, thinking to yourself to calm down because of the side effects that the stress could cause yours and Spencer’s baby. You were 6 months along now and are carrying an apparently fit and healthy girl (you can tell by the amount of kicking she does).

It felt like an eternity before the cabbie pulled up to the hospital. You quickly handed him the designated amount of cash before moving quickly out of the taxi and into the hospital. You were going as fast as you could, one hand protectively resting on your baby bump and the other one simply at your side as you found yourself in the waiting room. You say JJ immediately and she saw you, getting up quickly to approach you. You could see Spencer’s other teammates in the background and could almost instantaneously see the confusion on their face. You’d never met anyone except for JJ, and her finding out was an accident as well.

JJ was quick to give you a hug and you returned it tightly, holding back tears as you spoke, “What happened, JJ?” There were so many questions swirling through your mind and JJ simply rubbed your back comfortingly to get you to calm down.

“We had the unsub cornered and hadn’t profiled that he wouldn’t go down without a fight… Spencer was the closest and got shot in the area that his vest doesn’t cover.. He’s still in surgery and you need to sit down before you pass out.” JJ puts a comforting arm around your shoulder before leading you to where the rest of the team was sitting, “Guys, this is Y/N… Spencer’s fiancee.”

You could see everyone’s jaws basically drop to the ground at JJ’s words and you simply offered a weak smile, trying to keep back the tears but ultimately failing, a couple of tears leaking from your eyes. “I uh.. I really wish that we could’ve met under different circumstances…” You spoke in a quiet tone as you sighed a little. JJ had taken the seat next to you, rubbing your back comfortingly as you leaned into her, letting a few more tears out.

Eventually, a woman with medium length, blonde hair came up to you, “Hi, Y/N, I’m Penelope.. Penelope Garcia..” She spoke in a gentle manner and you simply offered a small smile. The same applied to the rest of the people who introduced themselves to you. There was an Aaron Hotchner, a Derek Morgan, a David Rossi, and a Kate Callahan.

You knew everyone, Spencer talked about everyone all the time.. But you just wouldn’t be able to talk without breaking down in a fit of sobs. Those damn pregnancy hormones had been driving you crazy for a long time. It seemed like an eternity but a doctor eventually came into the room, requesting for the family of Spencer Reid. You were the first to get up, looking to the doctor with eyes filled with nothing but worry, “Is he okay?” You hadn’t even let the doctor speak.

The doctor paused for a moment before eventually nodding, “He just got out of surgery… The bullet hadn’t hit any vital organs which was what saved him. You can go see him, but only one at a time..”

You turned back to the team and JJ gave you a small smile, nodding to say that you could go first. You let the doctor lead you to where your fiance was and at the sight on him bedridden, your hands went to your mouth. It was a terrifying sight, to see all of those tubes and machines attached and coming out of the man you’d fallen in love with oh so long ago. You simply sniffed lightly, pulling up a chair next to his bed before taking his hand, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of it. You stayed there for a little bit, simply watching the man. Your hand had traveled to the man’s face, brushing the curls out of his face.

At the feeling of your hand on his face, Spencer opened his eyes lightly, speaking in a tired voice and squinted eyes, “Y/N?”

You immediately perked up, scooting closer to him with a watery smile making its way onto your face, “You gave us quite a scare, Spencer…” You were speaking in reference to you, the baby, and the team.

Spencer simply offered a weak and sheepish smile, squeezing your hand as best as he could, “I’m sorry.. We hadn’t been anticipa- you met the team?” He was slowly waking up more and you knew that wasn’t good. He needed his rest.

You nodded lightly and simply pressed another kiss to the back of his hand, “Yes, I did.. But we can talk about that later.. For now, sleep, yeah? I’ll be here when you wake up with your favorite Indian takeout and I won’t be leaving here till you’re discharged..” You pressed one more kiss to the back of his hand.

Spencer smiled weakly, letting his eyes flutter shut but wasn’t done talking, “Come lay down with me..”

Your eyes widen lightly as you speak in a mildly shocked tone, “There isn’t enough room for the three of us.. And you’re hurt..”

Spencer opens one eye before scooting over to one side to the best of his ability, “This is my uninjured side… Please? You know I have a hard time sleeping without you and our peanut at my side..”

You sigh quietly, looking down to your baby bump before back to the man, letting out another sigh before getting up, moving to his uninjured side, “Only for a little bit..” With those words, you got into bed with him, enjoying the feeling of his arm wrapped around your shoulders, pulling your head to his chest.

You were sure to move very gently to not hurt Spencer and only moments later, you both were asleep. JJ had come to check on you to make sure everything was okay and when she was greeted by the sight, she simply smiled gently before taking her phone out and taking a picture of the scene in front of her.

dream a little dream of me

pairing; taehyung x reader

genre; soulmate!au, songwriter!taehyung 

word count; 15.2k 

a/n; this took time, sweat, and lots of tears to compile this together. so after a long wait, here it is. 

summary; in a world where a person is born with their soulmate’s voice singing to them in their head, this is the story between a songwriter, a waitress, and the stars.

But, I do want you to promise me one thing. When you do find your soulmate, promise me you would love them everyday— as if the days were not days but hours. The time you have with your soulmate is too precious to waste a single millisecond on and sadly, some people just take advantage of that.


Everyone’s love story and how they meet their soulmate has always been and will always be different.

The way he met his soulmate was sporadic and unknowing.

It began when the voice in his head was the definition of mellifluous; the embodiment of a euphony that was capable of all sorts of entrancement.

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The Birds and the Bees (Jughead x Reader)

Imagine: You’re hopelessly in love with your boyfriend, Jughead Jones. When the subject of physical intimacy comes up one day with your best friends, you find yourself afraid and in doubt.


Saturdays were one of your favorite days of the week.

Veronica would pull up in her luxury car and take you and Betty to the Galleria outside of town. You both would follow her around as she surveyed the newest imports and replenished her gorgeous wardrobe, talking and laughing the whole time. The wares of the Galleria were far above anything you could ever afford with your minimum-wage income, but you adored the two girls you would spend the day with.

Veronica always had the best gossip. Mostly passed along from Kevin, who refused to join (”I will not play into that gay stereotype!”), Veronica always had stories ranging from the scary to the scandalous to the just plain hilarious.

“And the cross-country team caught her getting it up the ass on a stump in the woods!” Veronica said, laughing over her kale smoothie.

“Ronnie!” Betty scolded, face red. You could tell she was suppressing laughter as well, sipping on her strawberry smoothie.

Anyway,” Veronica said, slapping her hands on the patio table in finality. “What about you, (Y/N)?” She grinned devilishly.

“Got any good sex stories yet?”

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I know there is unrest in the fandom, but that’s for another post I’m never going to make. Instead, I’m going to focus on the fact that I have literally never come upon a fandom full of so much jaw-droppingly incredible fanfiction in my life. There are literally not enough hours, ever, to get through all of this. I’ve never gotten so much use out of my Kindle in my life (thank you, AO3, for letting us download .mobi files!). The talent in this fandom is outrageous, and I am so thankful that for all we don’t get to see play out on screen, we have literary artists to paint us beautiful pictures of almost any scenario we can dream up between our two heroes and their motley crew. Thank you to all the writers and podfic narrators and all the cultivators of rec-lists, you guys seriously keep my life awesome right now. Nowhere near all those I wanted to tag listed here <3

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The Apple Doesn’t Fall Far From The Tree

Mindless, fluffy kidfic. Enjoy. Tagging @today-in-fic

“Mom!” Will’s voice sounds through the living room despite the fact that the boy is still outside in the middle of slamming the car door shut. They’ll have to talk to him - again - about when to raise his voice and when not. And how to close doors without slamming them. Though that might be a lost cause as Mulder is still in the learning process of that himself ten years down the line. Scully hears their son’s tiny legs sprint over the gravel in haste. The front door flies open a moment later.

“MOM!” His high-pitched voice shrieks and Scully, her heart beating faster now expecting the worst, turns to her son. Will, not unlike his father, likes to act first, think later. So she shouldn’t be surprised when he jumps onto the couch next to her, still wearing his dirty sneakers, the laces only half undone and frizzy at one end. She adds new laces on her never-ending, mental shopping list.

“Mom.” Will’s showing her his baby teeth, a full grin. There’s a smudge of something at the corner of his mouth, chocolate or dirt, she thinks, smiling herself. 

“Hey baby. Why are you so excited?” His blue eyes turn wide, shimmer with excitement. 

“Daddy said we’re gonna get a dog! A dog, mommy! A real life dog!" 

"But not a yappy one.” Mulder enters the house carrying several grocery bags in his hands. He is slightly out of breath and Scully knows she should get up and help him. But she’s tired, dizzy, too, and feels queasy. She throws him an apologetic smile instead and he carries the groceries into the kitchen. When he returns he’s holding an apple in his hand, throwing it around like a baseball.

“Hey buddy, shoes off the couch,” Will huffs but his feet come off the cushions immediately, “think you can catch this apple?” The boy nods and grins. Mulder looks at Scully, pleads with her to prepare herself just in case, before he throws the fruit. Will catches it with both his hands and Mulder cheers.

“I caught it, mom!” Will exclaims and bites into the shiny red apple. Juice squeezes out and trickles down his chin onto his shirt. The sweet aroma fills Scully’s nostrils and she swallows the wave of nausea that the smell causes.

“You okay, Scully?” Mulder asks walking closer. Will, oblivious to the seriousness of the situation, bites into his apple again, slurping the juice.

“I’m fine,” Scully answers side-eyeing her son as Mulder kneels in front of her, “I’m just tired.” Mulder puts his hands around Will’s ankles; the small legs dangle, the feet kick softly against the couch in rapid thuds. Mulder unties the laces properly and takes the sneakers off. Scully watches as Will munches on his apple and some of the juice now drips into Mulder’s hair. He either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care.

“You’re home early.” Mulder says tickling Will’s foot. The boy giggles.

“Yeah.” There’s no reason to tell him that they sent her home. They had to after she threw up. Twice. The flu, she shrugged as she left the hospital. Just the flu. She repeats these words to herself even now. No need to worry Mulder, though. Judging by his look, however, it’s too late for that.

“You sure you’re okay?” Mulder’s hands land on her thighs and she nods at him. When Will bites into the apple again, closer to her this time, the sweet aroma threatens to overwhelm her and she scrunches her nose.

“Mommy is just excited for our dog, daddy! Right? Right?" A small, sticky hand touches her cheek, pats it gently.

"Hey buddy, why don’t you go check if we bought any milk?" 

"I know we did, daddy.” Will laughs as if his father were crazy. A sentiment Scully knows all too well. Her stomach churns; she knows what Mulder is trying to do. Part of her wants to reach out to Will, put him in her lap and keep him there until Mulder forgets he wants to scrutinize her. As if he ever would. There’s nothing to discuss, she tries to tell him with her eyes, but Mulder turns away, refuses to listen to her nonverbal communication.

“Go check anyway, all right?” Will sighs, a big, deep sigh that sounds as if he’s carrying the weight of the world on his back, before he jumps off the couch and shuffles towards the kitchen.

“That’s your son.” Scully reminds him, putting her hands on Mulder’s. They’re solid and warm. She knows that her own are cold but that’s not the reason for the intense look on Mulder’s face.

“You’re not just tired, are you.” She lowers her eyes, finds Will’s dirty sneakers on the ground. 

“So we’re really getting a dog, huh?”

“Don’t change the subject, please.” In the kitchen, Will goes through every grocery bag. Scully hopes that Mulder put the eggs somewhere safely. If he hasn’t forgotten to buy them again, that is. Their son sings a song, unrecognizable to Scully’s ear, but it’s full of happiness. That much she understands. 

“It’s the flu, Mulder. It’s flu season.”

“It was flu season two months ago when all three of us had it. They sent you home, didn’t they? Did you have a nosebleed? Did you have-" 

"Daddy, I found the milk!” Will throws himself against Mulder’s back and puts his arms around him. He looks like a little monkey. 

“That’s great, buddy.”

“You said we can look for dogs on the computer, daddy. You said it." 

"I know and we can, Will. Just go ahead and turn it on. You know how to, right?” The boy is quiet, plays with Mulder’s hair. He knows how to turn on the computer but he also knows that he’s not supposed to. His pitiful look is almost too much for Scully. Tears close up her throat, make it difficult to breathe. What is wrong with her today? She composes herself quickly, shoves emotions and fears aside, to address her son.

“It’s all right, Will. We know you’re too smart for your own good. Go on, your dad will be with you in a few minutes." 

"Scully, did you have-” Mulder tries again leaning closer.

“No nosebleed, Mulder. I’m just exhausted. I wasn’t feeling well earlier and they sent me home. It’s no big deal.” To him, though, it is. 

“What are your symptoms?”

“Oh, are you the doctor in the family now?” Her joke falls flat as Mulder waits for her to answer.

“I’ve been feeling queasy and I got sick. That’s it. I’m exhausted, but that’s nothing new.”

“Scully, you don’t think…” There’s that crazy look Mulder sometimes gets; the one that used to be reserved for late night trips to Nevada, to ditching her in the middle of nowhere or to breaking into government facilities. 

“What don’t I think, Mulder? It’s the flu. I work in a hospital and there all kinds of-”

“Pregnant. Scully… what if you’re… pregnant?" On a long, mental list of possible ailments that particular one… didn’t even make the cut.

"I’m not pregnant, Mulder.” But with every word her conviction wavers. Is she? Could she be? Logically, she’d have to go with no. William was a miracle. A perfect, one-time miracle. Scully stares at Mulder and he stares back at her. Neither dares to blink or say a word. 

“That never even crossed my mind." 

"Never?”

“Not recently, no. William is four, Mulder, and it’s not like we were abstinent these last few years. I didn’t think - Mulder, apart from the logical impossibility, I am too old.”

“Logic, Scully? There’s a four year old in my office right now that logically shouldn’t be here. You’re 40 - lots of women have babies at that age.”

“Mulder it’s not possible.”

“Should I remind you again of that red-headed boy in my office?”

“He’s not red-headed, Mulder. His hair is auburn.”

“Maybe the next one will be a true red-head.” Mulder grins and kisses her. It’s a loud, celebratory kiss. Scully wants to stop him, remind him to not get his hopes up, but his words, his own joy have opened a net of butterflies in her stomach. Mulder has always found ways to make her believe the impossible.

“Mulder… I don’t want to get my hopes up and then-”

“Daaaad!” The both direct their eyes towards the open door to Mulder’s office. 

“A dog and a baby. Wow, Scully, we’re going to have our hands full!”

“Mulder, will you be quiet! We don’t know anything yet. I’m convinced it’s the flu. Or a simple stomach bug.”

“Dad!” The tiny voice is getting more insistent. 

“We need a pregnancy test, Scully.”

“You need to start looking for dogs, Mulder. I need tea and rest, not a pregnancy test.” Mulder shakes his head no.

“DAD!” Will appears in the door with his hands on his hips; a perfect imitation of Scully herself when she tells him to pick up his room. “We need to find a dog!”

“Tell you what, buddy. You and your mom check out the dogs - just make sure it’s not a Pomeranian.”

“A pome-what?" 

"Scully, I want a dog that’s at least knee-high. My knee.” He kisses her nose and then leaves a more lingering kiss on her mouth. 

“Where you going, daddy?”

“I forgot something, buddy. I’ll be back soon. Go find a dog for us.” Scully can’t stop him, is not even sure she wants to, when he grabs his key and puts on his coat. Before he leaves, he turns around again, his smile too big for his face. Just like his ego is too big for his head, she thinks with amusement.

“When have I ever been wrong, Scully?” Scully finds herself smiling anyway.

Wrong Place Wrong Time (27)

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Part 27 of an ongoing series, enjoy :)
A fanfic for a more Mature audience due to violence and language. Read at your own risk :)

Themes=😖,🌟,💣,🎭 ,. (☠️- Harm towards characters, Strong language and Adult themes.)

Summary: You end up in the wrong place at the wrong time and it has negative repercussions. Main characters include: Reader and EXO.

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3 Part 4  Part 5 Part 6  Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12  Part 13  Part 14  Part 15  Part 16  Part 17  Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26  Part 28  Part 29  Part 30  Part 31  Part 32  Part 33  Part 34  Part 35 (Final)

Word Count: 4,700 (Maybe a little more or less)

This is like a different P.O.V. part, so you can kind of get insight into what different Characters are thinking at the same time in a single situation. Hope you guys like the concept? Tell me what you think.


“So we’ve looked around the whole of the neighbourhood and we can’t find her.” Sehun said, sitting down in a chair beside Kyungsoo, it had been hours since you had been missing. The rest of the men had calmed down and sobered up by this point and they were all sitting in the board listening to what Kyungsoo and Sehun had to say.

“God knows where she is, we didn’t take much time to follow her after she’d left so she couldn’t have walked that far. She must have been snatched up. Only God knows whether or not she’s alive right now.” Kyungsoo said, looking around the table specifically at Chanyeol. The room went silent for a long time; a pin could be heard dropping.

Chanyeol’s P.O.V.

Missing? No…no! This couldn’t be, she couldn’t just be… gone. His breath began to hitch, and he couldn’t think straight. This was his entire fault! If only he hadn’t confessed his true feeling to her, they’d still be cuddled together warmly in the shed. She would be safe. What was wrong with him, why did he confess to her in the first place, he didn’t actually expect her to reciprocate his feelings did he? But he couldn’t help it, he loved her. He had loved her for a very long time and he wanted to be the one to protect her, and although she may be mad at him and not really understand why he did what he did, he didn’t do it out of spite. She was the first female he ever spoken to, ever opened himself up to and she didn’t realise how much she had done for him. How much she had helped him by for the past ten years. He felt as though he was forever in her debt and all he had ever wanted to do was protect her. But instead he had damaged a decade long friendship. He didn’t mean to, that’s the last thing on this earth that he had wanted. All he wanted right now was for her to come back home. He felt uneasy and upset as he thought about how cold it was outside. She must be so cold he thought to himself; so lonely and so afraid and he wasn’t there to remedy her hurt. How was he capable of loving such an amazing woman when he couldn’t even keep her under his wing. He didn’t deserve her and it was making him feel worse the more he thought about it. What was he supposed to do with his emotions now? He didn’t know, but that could wait.
Chanyeol jumped to his feet, running outside of the house, he’d search for you until day break if he had to

“Y/N! Y/N!” He called. “Where are you?”

Jongin’s P.O.V

Where could she have possibly runaway to? Maybe he was too harsh earlier he shouldn’t have kissed her like that. Maybe he had pressured her too much. But he couldn’t help but be somewhat attached to her. He needed someone to use as his outlet, and she was the only who would listen to him without him having to put on a brave front. He couldn’t say half of the things he wanted to say to her to the boys, they’d think he was weak. When he realised that this was the case and when he realised she was such a curious being he became more drawn to her. Jongin hated losing and he didn’t want to lose her to anyone else, especially not Yixing, but perhaps he came on a bit too strong.
Wherever she was he just hoped that she was safe.

Yixing’s P.O.V.

Oh God no! No no no! She couldn’t be missing. This was all his fault, if only he never exposed what she had done with Minseok the night before. But he couldn’t help it he was just so angry. He had felt so betrayed by her. He had always treated her well, politely with the utmost respect. He always tried to give her whatever she needed, he gave her advice when she wanted it and filled her in on everything. He helped to keep her safe and told her who to keep her distance from, yet he felt that she had shoved it all back in his face by kissing Jongin and Minseok. She never even chose between him and Jongin, yet she had already moved on to Minseok. Did she think that lowly of him? Was he that repulsive to her? He felt a lump forming in the back of his throat, but swallowed it back down, so he could prevent himself from crying. He didn’t mean to be rough with her intentionally, he had suppressed bad behaviour up until this point. But he thought that he had finally found someone that he was worthy of, someone that would listen to him and not worry about the fact that he was a member of an underground unit. He never meant to hurt her the way he did, but he had been hurt once before by a girl that he thought he loved. This time around he finally played his card right, but she didn’t even want him back…
He began panicking, what if she was hurt? What if she was dead? His body began to shake violently.

Oh no. This was all his fault.


Minseok’s P.O.V.

What the fuck had he done? He’d gone and messed it all up. He had slipped up big time. She ran away because she heard him, she knew what he’d done. He hung his head limply on his chest. The sex didn’t mean anything; in fact he didn’t really want it. He was just trying to make a point, just warning her to stay away from him because he knew how Jongin and Yixing would behave when they found out the true extent of his feelings towards her. He wanted to stop because he had taken things way too far. He dwelled to long and hard on how felt about her.
There.
He finally admitted it to himself. He had feelings for her, he tried to push them aside and ignore them, but the more he brushed them away the deeper these feelings became. The more he wanted to hold her and feel her lips against his. And it wasn’t love, he knew it wasn’t, but it was more than nothing. It was definitely something. From the moment he opened up to her in the graveyard he felt liberated and he knew that he could trust her enough to share his emotions with her. Why did he do this? This was all his fault. He was panicking now, shuffling around uncomfortably in his seat. What if you were hurt. Scared? Lonely? He just wanted you back home. He wanted you back here so he could envelope you into his arms. He didn’t care if he had to knock heads with Jongin and Yixing to have his way because it was worth it.
You were worth it.

“Come back home Y/N, it’s not safe out there…” Minseok whispered.

“Hmm? What did you say?” Junmyeon turned his head to face Minseok.

“Oh…I uh…Nothing. So what are we going to do about this then?”

Junmyeon sighed, looking heavenwards and leaning back in his chair. “We do nothing Minseok. If she comes, she comes back. We have bigger things to deal with right now. We need to plan Red’s assassination, we’ve dragged this out for much too long.”

“But what about Chanyeol, he won’t be happy about –”

“Forget Chanyeol Minseok, if he really cared so much about her, he wouldn’t have made the mistake of bringing her to the club in the first place. This is more important than that. Thousands of people are depending on us to take out Red right now. Thousands of people die because of that sick bastard, so if we have to sacrifice the life of one girl for the greater good then so be it. I’m sorry I’d love to help Chanyeol look for her right now, but we really don’t have the time for that.”

Minseok nodded and looked towards the door. Should he make a dash for it? He kept a straight expression, as though he really couldn’t care less about the situation but underneath the table his legs were shaking uncontrollably, he was terrified. Where was she now? Was she okay?
But he suppressed his urges to walk over to the door and turned back around to face the others. He couldn’t make it obvious, he couldn’t let them notice.
But Sehun had noticed.
Unbeknownst to Minseok, Sehun had been staring at him the whole time, studying his body language and he knew that something was up.

It was silent again for a while, before Junmyeon started to talk again. Admittedly Minseok wasn’t listening to him, his mind was occupied with terrifying images of her body lying cold and dead in a gutter. He got up and walked towards the door.

“I’m just going to get a drink, I’m thirsty.” He cleared his throat turning the corner to the kitchen. Picking up a glass from the side of the sink, he put it under the tap and ran the cold water. His mind was so full of thoughts that he hadn’t even realised that the glass was overflowing.

“Oi.” A voice behind him said making him jump. The glass he was holding slipped through his fingers and smashed into pieces, cutting his palm.

“Ahh fuck.” He ran his palm under the water and applied pressure to it with his thumb to stop the blood. “You scared me, what are you doing here?”

“Hmm, I could ask you the same.”

“I came for a drink Sehun.”

“No you didn’t Minseok.” Sehun shook his head taking a step closer towards the sink. “I know you better then you know yourself, and you didn’t just come out here because you were thirsty, you’ve got something on your mind Minseok. You slept with her didn’t you.”
He glared at Sehun, he expected better than that from him.

“I didn’t fucking sleep with her Sehun. I’ve never even come close to that with her.”

“Right. But something is going on Minseok! Something is happening between you two. Stop blocking me out and pushing me away, since when have we ever done that to each other? It used to be the two of us versus everyone else Minseok, why are you treating me like a stranger. Ever since she went into Luhan’s room you’ve been blocking me out and I fucking hate it. If I haven’t got you then who else have I got? I lost you once, I can’t lose you again. Talk to me Minseok! Tell me what’s going on, what’s going on between you and Y/N? If you’re not screwing then what the fuck is happening? Are you getting fed up of me? My friendship isn’t enough for you anymore and you need someone better is that what it is?”
Sehun was breathing heavily now, his chest was heaving up and down and his hand was tightly gripping the edge of the sink, he couldn’t bear the thought of losing his best friend, especially to some girl they’d only just known for a couple of seconds. Minseok was like a father to him and he wasn’t prepared to lose him, not until the day he died.

Minseok shook his head. “It’s not like that Sehun.”

“Then tell me Minseok! Tell me what it’s like, because I’m so lost right now I don’t know where your head’s at!”

He stared at Sehun, sighing heavily and lowering his voice he took at seat on the stool beside him.
“We kissed Sehun. 3 times. And I enjoyed it.” He laughed at himself disbelievingly, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “Fuck! I fucked up Sehun. I kissed her 3 times and all I can think about is kissing her again. I felt something; I’ve been trying to deny it for a while. But it gets worse the more I do. I want her so bad I don’t even know what the fuck is wrong with me. She’s just a girl that’s all she is. She’s just a fucking girl!” He stood up from his stool kicking it backwards to the ground and pushing the bowl of fruit in front of him onto the floor. “Now she’s gone and it’s my fault. The sex. I only did that to spite her, I just wanted her to receive the message loud and clear that there was no way me and her could ever ‘happen’. But now look what I’ve gone and made her do. She’s probably dead Sehun and it’s all my fault.”


Y/N’s P.O.V

You were still trying to keep as still as possible, whether or not Tao had told you the truth you didn’t know, but you had nothing to lose anyway, you were going to die regardless without the antidote so you may as well just try out his technique. You were in an unbearable amount of pain, the gunshot wound, the hot metal rod and the ice cold water too much for you to endure. You continued to slip in and out of consciousness, but every time you did Tao was made to pour a bucket of ice cold water over you, making you scream out in pain all over again. You weren’t sure how much more of the abuse your body could take and you thought that you may die any point now. Your eyes were slowly fluttering closed; you were slipping out of consciousness again.

“Stay with me Y/N.” Tao whispered into your ear, discretely pulling out a needle from his pocket. It was full of a yellow liquid, he injected the substance under your breast bone, and then you had lost consciousness.

                                                               *

You weren’t sure how long you were out for, but the next time you woke up you were in the back of a car, with tinted windows and being greeted by the burning pain that your body was in, you groaned and began crying again, it was too much for you to bear.

“You’re awake.” Tao was driving in the front seat and you weren’t sure where you were headed to, but currently you didn’t have the strength to ask him, he began to speak up regardless as though he had heard your thoughts.
“We’re on the way to somewhere safer don’t worry. Red left the room to go and get prepare what he likes to call ‘torture tools’, I snuck you out as fast as I could, but he may have picked it up on CCTV, they could be after us right now. I know you’re in pain but we’re going to have to do a car swap soon, we need to get rid of this car in case he’s hot on our trail. Do you think you can do that for me sweetie?”

You groaned, forcing yourself to speak through the pain. “I don’t know if I can trust you right now. And don’t call me sweetie I’m not your woman.” You frowned; you were sick and tired of all of the pet names that you had received just under two months.

“Hmm, you’re a feisty one.” He chuckled darkly looking at you through the rear view mirror with heavy lids. “Besides, it doesn’t matter whether or not you trust me Y/N. I’m the only option you have right now, or I could throw you out of the car right if you’d prefer.” He waited a while, and acknowledged the silence as you agreeing that he was in power and agreeing to follow his rules. He began to slow the car down, pulling up at a second hand car garage. “I’m going to go and hot-wire something; I’ll be back for you in a second.” He said stepping out of the car and slamming the door shut. You lay there in silence; all you could hear was the sound of your heavy breathing.

Moments later and Tao was back, dragging you out of the car and pulling you into another, you winced in pain as he laid you down on the back seat. You were driving again to an unknown location. You were beginning to get fed up, you needed medical treatment you were in an excruciating amount of pain and you couldn’t take it anymore.

“I need painkillers.” You groaned, shifting uncomfortably on the seat.

“I don’t have any.”

“Ok well drugs, just give me drugs. You must have something strong damn it, you’re a fucking gangster.”

“Hmm, I prefer the term self-employed underground worker.”

“Tao I don’t care just give me something strong.” You screamed at him, tears spilling down your face at the pain you were in.

“Look sweetie, I wish I could help you out here, but I really don’t have anything on me at the moment you’re really just going to have to endure it.”
You were in too much pain to even think about the fact that he was still calling you sweetie.You just wanted to end it all now and then you remembered the black Cyanide. You began shaking your body violently in the back of the car.

“What are you doing?” Tao asked, looking back at you quickly and facing the road again.

“The black cyanide.” You grunted, “you said that if I move, it will spread quicker.”
He began laughing hysterically at you, his control on the steering wheel becoming unsteady.

“I injected you with the antidote a while back, that’s not going to work anymore. You look like an idiot right now.”
He continued laughing, causing you to become more infuriated with him.

“Just hurry up and get me some fucking pain killers Tao.”

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He was carrying you over his shoulder out of the car, your surroundings looked familiar, then you realised that he had brought you back to the house. You were happy to see it, because it meant that Red didn’t succeed in killing you, but at the same time there was a feeling of dread sinking to the pit of your stomach, you had to face everyone you didn’t want to face and Junmyeon would be livid, it would be a miracle if he didn’t shoot you for escaping. You drew in a deep breath, as Kris opened the door, letting the both of you in. Tao carried you into the living room lowering you on the sofa.

“T –Tao what are you – but you’re supposed to be…dead. I” Jongdae slowly rose from the chair, his face went blank, as though he had seen a ghost.

“Jongdae go and get Baekhyun please.” Tao said frowning down at you and turning his attention to Kris. “Hmm, you’re right she looks better in life.” He winked lewdly and dropped himself on the opposite sofa. “Where’s Jongin? Red’s on to him, he knows that he’s double crossed him.”
Kris furrowed his brow, pushing Tao’s feet off of the edge of the sofa and taking a seat next to him. He stared at you shaking his head and then let out a sigh, leaning backwards into the cushions.

“Tao?! What the f –you know what I’m not even surprised anymore. Who’s next? Luhan? Is he even dead?” You heard Junmyeon rushing into the room, stopping in his tracks when he noticed you laying on the sofa, he glared down at you.
“I don’t know where the fuck you ran off to, but I’ll deal with you later. Baek—! Oh. There you are.” He pointed down at your body, lying lifelessly on the sofa. Baekhyun looked up at Tao his face in complete shock, but then he focused his attention on to you. He had to treat you quickly.


You woke up in your room, it was quiet.
You were back.
You stared up blankly at the ceiling. Everything was such a blur; the last two months were such a roller coaster. You missed work, your boring colleagues, the stressful assignments you were given and the long sleepless nights sitting cross legged on your bed in front of your laptop, writing up an unfinished project that your boss had decided to email over to you at midnight to be completed within the next 24 hours. Now it had all seemed like heaven. But instead here you lay with a gunshot wound and burns all over your torso. Yet you still couldn’t get Chanyeol, Yixing, Jongin and Minseok out of your mind. And as if by a magic summoning there was a knock on your door and Yixing stepped in. You quickly closed your eyes, breathing heavily through your nose.

“I know you’re not asleep Y/N, I just wanted to see how you were. I –I’m glad you’re okay. And I’m sorry for everything I’ve done to you up until this point. I was never meant to hurt you I just…” He went silent, staring down sadly at his feet; you opened you eyes slowly and turned on your side looking at him.

“Why Yixing, why did you do it?” Your voice was hoarse from all the crying that you had been doing, you stared at him apprehensively, waiting for him to reply.

“I’m so sorry Y/N. Please forgive me. It’s just…I…I was triggered by a past memory. It made me feel just as small as I did back then.” He paused for a moment swallowing hard and slowly raising his eyes to look at you. “I lived with my Grandma for a couple of years before I came here. I joined because of her. She’s the one that I had lost thanks to Red. But her death was slow and painful unlike the others. I tried dating a few girls back then, you know, to try and get me through the worst of it, but it never really went well; they kind of just kept on breaking up with me. But there was this one girl I had met called Sana. She was gorgeous, I still can’t believe I was able to land a girl like that, we dated for a while and I knew I felt something for her, it was definitely there. I started spending a bit more time at the hospital with my grandma she was becoming really poorly, all the while Sana was angry, she’d scold me for not spending enough time with her I tried my best to juggle my time around. But she started meeting this other guy. She hadn’t officially broken it off with me yet though, so I decided to meet up with her one evening I wanted so badly to win her back the feelings that I had for her were undeniable and I needed her with me at the time because I was going through so much. I remember we met at a park, she looked beautiful as always and it made my heart go crazy. We flirted around for a bit but then I had to make her choose I told her to choose me or him. I was good to her, I treated her like a princess, It’s just that I was going through a hard time so I…” He closed his eyes tightly and breathed out slowly. “I made her pick between the two of us…And she chose him.”
He swallowed again, a tear dropped from his eye, which he quickly wiped away with the back of his hand. He laughed at himself disbelievingly. “So you see I wasn’t good enough for her, I never get the girl, and it’s happening to me all over again.” He looked at you. “I made sure I treated you like a princess Y/N, I’ve always been nice to you haven’t I? I’ve always respected you. Why Jongin? Why Minseok? Out of all people I –”
He was interrupted by the door bursting open, Chanyeol and Jongin came running inside.

“Oh God Y/N you’re back! Thank God you’re okay. I’m so sorry this is all my fault, I never should’ve confessed to you the way I did. This is all my fault.” Chanyeol leaned down and hugged your body tight.

“Ouch! Chan, you’re hurting me.” You groaned trying to push him off you. He moved backward, examining you, eyebrows knitting together.

“What happened to you Y/N? Oh God!” He began shaking violently, tears dripping down his cheeks.

Yixing frowned looking between you and Chanyeol.
“Confessed? What do you mean? You’re not saying that you’re part of this as well Chanyeol.” But Chanyeol kept quiet, keeping his eyes trained on you.

You sighed deeply, you were overwhelmed by all of the attention you were receiving.“I’m fine Chanyeol I just need some rest, I –” You were interrupted this time; your eyes widened slightly looking towards the door.
Minseok.
He stopped in his tracks, caught off guard; he didn’t expect the other 3 boys to be there too. He stood there silently averting his gaze from you.

Jongin shifted on his feet awkwardly, walking a little bit closer to your bed.

“Since we’re all here. Look Y/N I hate to do this to you right now but…you need to choose one of us otherwise this house is going to turn into a war zone. I’d rather not fight with the guys, but I will if I have to. So please…”
Your heart was beating wildly; all four men were staring at you now you didn’t know what to do or how to handle this situation. You had so much power in your hands you couldn’t breathe properly. You were scared, but not as scared as all of the boys looked. You stared at them in silence, for what seemed like an eternity.

“Y/N please… I can’t go through this again, it can’t happen to me again…” Yixing breathed, and your heart was shattering into a million pieces, you had never seen him so sad in all your time here. He looked the most hurt out of all of the boys; you didn’t even have the heart to answer him back. He laughed mockingly at himself, a tear escaping his eye.

“What am I even doing? I know how this ends.” He looked skywards trying to prevent his tears from falling, but to no avail. “I guess I should just make this easier for you. For everyone.” He started walking slowly towards the door, turning round to look at you. His eyes were red and his breathing was heavy. “Out of all the boys in this room, what was I thinking? Did I really think you’d pick me?” He smiled at you sadly. “Of course you wouldn’t. I never get the girl; I never get the happy ending… I’m not worth anything. I’m not worth being loved, there’s no way you would pick me, hmm? Look at how perfect they are” He pointed at the other three men in the room turning to look at you again. “I never stood a chance, what was I thinking. I never get the girl.”He turned on his heel and walked out of the room. Your mouth was opened, you felt empty. You had just broken Yixing’s heart, though it was unintentional you still did it and you felt like a monster.
You breathed steadily through your nose, closing your eyes and balling your hands into fists.

“You all need to get out of here please.” You whispered, you had no energy to deal with them at this point in time. Chanyeol nodded, walking out of the room followed by Jongin.
You opened your eyes to see Minseok still stood there staring at you; you looked at him back saying nothing for a moment.

“I’m glad you’re safe Y/N. I really am.” He said softly, still staring at you intently

“Minseok. Please get out.”

He nodded slowly, looking at you one last time before he left you alone with your tears in the room.
You had cried so much in the space of time that it made you tired, you were beginning to drift off to sleep when you were brought back to consciousness by a chilling scream from somewhere in the house.

“NOOO! OH GOD, NO!”





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