i have been around the block before with block heads just like u

love thy neighbor (1)

Originally posted by kookieminnies

characters: jungkook x reader, jimin 

genre: smut, fluff, angst(?)

warnings: language, roughness, smut, oral, mxm references, 

Jeon Jungkook was a pain in your ass but, you would never wish the crushing pain of heartbreak on anyone.

a/n: basically,, u live in an apartment. jungkook lives above u and is loud and annoying. then things happen. i’ve been working on this one for a whileee and i’m actually proud of it so i hope u guys like it :)) there are TWO parts idk when two is being posted but im working!! leave me feedback plz


Your right eye seemed to be twitching again—the second time within an hour. Your fingers harshly dug into the side of your phone, putting your volume as high as it could go. The soothing beats and vocals from your favorite artist—that seemed to always get you through your all nighters—did nothing to block out the loud footsteps and steady tempo from above you. You groaned, slamming your pencil down on top of your notebook, a few flashcards scattering from the impact.

As often as this happened you still couldn’t get used to it. The college aged boy living above you seemed to always have enough energy to run a marathon—which is what you expected he did during his free time—always stomping around and blasting a mixture of music ranging in different genres.

The first time you were disturbed by his loud music and heavy feet was a week after you moved into the cozy apartment. You were trying to catch a nap after hours of unpacking but every time your eyes closed, a booming bass would force them open. After an internal debate with yourself, you marched upstairs, banging on the door like a madwoman. When the door swung open, you weren’t expecting a man so handsome to answer.

You could recall that day so well. He was wearing a white tee—something you noticed he wore quite often— blue jeans and had a pair of bright neon socks covering his feet. His eyes were large and a warm mocha brown, almost distracting you from the sweet bunny smile plastered on his face.

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Cranky || Peter Parker x Reader

@acrilic​: you could write like cute jealous!peter where you start spending a bit more time with another friend of yours and one day peter comes through your window cus he’s so done and wants to tell you that he likes you sm and he just starts rambling and you kiss him to shut him up efmldka i feel like that would be cute idk

Warnings: Swearing, angry teenager hormones™, prolly bad grammar, jealous & angry cinnamon roll Peter, kind of angsty??

Notes: i hope i don’t fuck this up :)) dammit this got too long. sorry for that. this is probably bs but heck it’s my first imagine. pls read it all it took like five hours and give me a shot :’) prolly going to write a series. enough talking,,, i hope you enjoy and ignore my self-loathing note. also give me your opinion on this! i would love to read all of y’all’s opinions.

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Peter Parker and (Y/N). Two nerds, best friends, crushing on each other and too oblivious to notice. 

You had a Spanish exam the next day and you planned on hanging out on your house with Peter. You knew Peter’s little secret and you insisted him to come hang out with you instead of some bad guys that tried to kill him. You never could see him hurt, you couldn’t live with that in your conscience, that you could do something to help him.

Peter: (Y/N).
(Y/N): what
Peter: Sorry, but I can’t go to your place tomorrow… :( please forgive me.
(Y/N): you’re going to try and flirt with some cute girls with your suit, huh? go on, i forgive you dude. i’m your wingwoman ;) 
Peter: What? no…
Peter: Anyways thank you! You’re the best! We’ll hang out some other day, okay? :)
(Y/N): yeah, yeah. also please call me when you’re at the cafeteria, please i have no clue how to get there.

You lock your phone and stuck it in your pocket again, waiting impatiently for the class to end. After the bell rang, you were heading to the school’s Cafeteria. You were trying to guess where it was since it was pretty far from your classrom. Walking through several hallways and not finding anything, your eyes met with a cute boy, standing against the wall, looking through his phone and with his earbuds on and bopping his head up and down at the beat of the music.

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The Girl from Around the Block-Lip Gallagher Imagine

Requested: No

Warnings: some sensuality and language (Shameless imagine, don’t be surprised)

Originally posted by adventuresofjulia

  Lip didn’t have many strictly platonic friendships with other girls. In fact, he never considered he was capable of having a relationship with a female that didn’t involve them screwing into oblivion. But Y/N Y/L/N was different. For one thing, they’ve known each other since they were two years old, when Fiona and Hailey, Y/N’s older sister, arranged a play date for the two of them. They bonded over a love of Legos and had been friends ever since. He helped her with homework and she helped him get out of trouble when trying to persuade him from getting into it failed. He taught her how to smoke and she taught him how to play the piano. They were perfect for each other but neither of them would admit it.

  “Come on, Lip, you’re telling me that you’ve never thought of asking Y/N out?” Ian asked.

  They were smoking on their porch in the hot Chicago summer. Ian had the day off from work and Lip was still thinking up his latest scheme to make money fast.

   “Y/N’s like a sister to me, you know. You don’t f—k your sister,” Lip said. “We aren’t royalty or anything.”

   Ian laughed. “Well, I’m pretty sure Y/N’s thought of f—cking you, you can see it in her eyes.”

   “Shut up.” Lip smacked Ian in the chest, making the ginger laugh.

   “Oh, that hurt so bad. Can’t you hit harder, pussy?”

   And that led to them wrestling jokingly, making Debbie roll her eyes inside and Carl begin cheering them on. Once they stopped (ie: when Ian pinned Lip down in their front yard), Lip sighed.

   “For the record, I let you win.”

   “Yeah, whatever.” Ian’s smile disappeared and he looked serious. “So, you’d really never consider getting with Y/N?”

   Lip rolled his eyes and shoved Ian off of him. “If you’re so into her, why don’t you date her?”
  “Because I’m gay.”

   “Oh yeah, use that excuse.” Lip took another long drag of his cigarette as he stood. “Look, Y/N’s a cool girl and stuff but I can’t see us being serious. I mean, we used to take baths together and I had the pleasure of being the only person with her when she first got her period. There’s too much history.”

   As the words left his mouth, Lip knew he was lying to himself. He knew that he was madly in love with his best friend who somehow managed to be sweet but scrappy when it came to defending herself or any of the Gallaghers. Plus, there was the way she threw her head back when she laughed really hard, making her gorgeous y/h/c locks flow around her. Then, there was the way she’d scrunch up her nose whenever she was confused about a homework question. Plus, she was the one who first confronted him about Karen, telling him that he shouldn’t take her kind of bullsh-t anymore. Also, her y/e/c eyes would light up whenever she was staring out at Lake Michigan and she would jump whenever someone/something freaked her out.

   Ian glanced behind Lip. “Too much history, huh?”

   “Yep.”

   “Then you wouldn’t be too upset at the view behind you right now.”

   Lip turned around and what he saw nearly made him drop his cigarette. Across the street, standing on the corner, was none other than Y/N smiling widely as she kissed Will Brooks. 

    “What’s she doing with him?” Lip asked.

    “Well, Lip, it appears as though they’re making out. It probably has to do with the fact that she’s had a crush on him since second semester,” Ian said.

   “How the f–k do you know all that?”

   “Because I’m the gay friend she tells all this to,” Ian said. “And I can’t blame her. Will is the star of the basketball team, has muscles for days, and is the literal definition of tall, dark, and handsome.”

   “He’s an idiot. He thought that a square should count as a rhombus in geometry,” Lip muttered.

   “Someone sounds jealous,” Ian sang.

   “Shut up,” he hissed.

   But the green monster was making his blood boil as he watched Y/N laugh at something Will said before hitting his arm playfully. Her smile was beautiful and genuine, if only she was smiling that way for Lip. She kissed Will one last time before circling around him and heading down the street. However, Will didn’t let her get by before swatting her butt and making her jump. Lip could’ve strangled him right then and there.

   “Lip, Ian, you are not going to believe what just happened!” Y/N said when she got up to them.

   “You got syphilis from that idiot?” Lip asked.

   Y/N frowned. “No, but Will did just take me out.”

   “Where?” Ian smiled widely and crossed his arms just to spite Lip.

   “He took me to lunch and then we walked along Navy Pier, just talking. Your advice worked, Ian!” Y/N squealed as she hugged him.

    “Wait, you gave her advice on this?” Lip asked.

    “It’s what the gay best friend does,” Ian said.

    Y/N turned to Lip and frowned. “Why are you getting so upset about this?”

    “Because you didn’t tell me about it.”

    “I didn’t think you’d care if I went out with Will. It’s nothing serious.”

    “But it might be. The Bulls are looking at Will to draft him. I hear he’s going to be Chicago’s Kobe Bryant.”

    “This is the Bulls were talking about, Ian,” Lip said. “Besides, Will get a new girl every week, you should probably just forget about him.”

   “For your information, Mr. Negative, we’re actually going out again tomorrow night. He got us Bulls tickets!”
   “Nosebleeds?” Lip asked.

   “Nope, near the floor, center court!” Y/N grinned. “I can’t believe this is happening. I never thought that Will would ever notice me.”

    “How could he not? You’re gorgeous,” Ian said.

    “Just be careful, okay. I don’t like the guy.”

    “You don’t like many guys, Lip. Besides, you should be happy for me. Who knows? Maybe one day I’ll get you court-side seats to see the Bulls.”

   “No thanks, I’m good.” Lip threw his cigarette down and snuffed it out with his boot. “I’m gonna go take care of some business.”

    “What business?” Y/N asked as she began following him down the sidewalk.

    “My usual business with Kev,” Lip said.

    Y/N’s eyes widened. “Lip, you can’t do that. You’re already high up on the cop’s radar, right behind Carl.”

   “I’ve been doing this since we were fourteen, Y/N, I know what I’m doing.”

    “But you getting arrested could f—k up your chances with MIT or U of Chicago or any other fancy school,” Y/N argued.

   “Hey, why don’t you worry about what dress you’re gonna wear to see Will again and I’ll worry about my future, alright?” Lip snapped.

   Y/N flinched at his words. They had had arguments before, but he never got this mean with her. “What’s your problem, Lip? Are you on the rag?”

   “No, just leave me alone.”

   “Fine, come around the block when you decide to stop being such a jackass,” Y/N said.

   Though her words were sharp, she sounded hurt and it hurt Lip that he had hurt his best friend. As much as he wanted to admit why he was really angry with Y/N, he was too prideful and scared of her reaction to say anything.

   For two weeks, Y/N didn’t come by to see the Gallaghers nor did Lip try to go up around the block to see her. Fiona, Ian, Debbie, Carl, Kev, and V did their best not to mention her name whenever Lip was around. But ever since their fight, Lip had begun drinking and smoking more. He was miserable. However, everything came to a head when Fiona confronted him one day.

   “Alright, Lip, go talk to her,” Fiona said.

   “What?” 

   Lip was sitting in the kitchen, drinking coffee while Fiona and Debbie were making breakfast.

   “You heard her, we’re sick of seeing you moping around all the time and drunk you is only so entertaining,” Debbie said.

   “I don’t want to talk to her. Besides, the only person she’s interested in talking to is Will.” Lip spat out the boy’s name.

   “That’s not true,” Ian said as he walked into the kitchen with Liam in his arms, “she talks to me all the time.”

   “If I want to talk to her, I’ll talk to her, alright? Can we stop f—king talking about her?” Lip snapped.

   Fiona set a plate of eggs and bacon in front of Lip and bent down to his level. “Lip, I know you’ve been in love with Y/N pretty much since the day you met and it must be killing you that you fought and that she’s with Will—”

   “Will Brooks? He’s a babe,” Debbie said.

   Fiona, Ian, and Lip collectively shot her a look that made her instantly regret her words.

   “Sorry.”

   Fiona sighed. “But you need to man up and talk to her. I know this is gonna be hard comin’ from me but I know love when I see it.”

   Lip groaned. “She’s not gonna forgive me.”

  “She will, we’ve all had to,” Ian said.

  Lip playfully shoved him before taking a long swig of coffee. “I’ll be right back.”

  “That’s my boy,” V said as she entered the kitchen from the rear entrance.

   “Did you hear all of that?” Ian asked.

   “For the most part. Please go talk to that girl, I’m sick of seeing you look more pissed off than usual.”

   Lip laughed. “I will, see ya, V.”

   As he left the house, Lip began going over everything he could possibly say to make everything up to Y/N. 

   “Hey, Y/N, I’m sorry for being a dick and getting pissed about you and Will. I’m sure the NBA accepts idiots too—no, can’t say that, she’ll get pissed that I insulted him. Y/N, I’m sorry for being a dick and I’m really happy for you and Will. Maybe the Bulls will start winning if he joins. Yeah, that’s better.” Lip paused. “Y/N, you probably hate me, but we have to talk…”

   “I thought that only crazy people talked to themselves,” Mandy said as she strolled up to Lip.

   “Oh, hey, Mandy,” he said.

    She was wearing a tight black tank top and short denim cut offs. They had a short-lived fling but decided that they were better off as friends. Besides Ian and Lip, Mandy was Y/N’s closest friend.

   “I’m guessing that you’re off to talk to Y/N,” Mandy said.

   “Yeah, I said some real sh-tty stuff to her and she didn’t deserve it.” 

   “She never does,” Mandy said. “It’s just too bad about her and Will.”

   Lip frowned. “What happened?”

   “You didn’t hear? She found out that he’s been cheating on her ever since they got together. I offered to have my brothers beat him up for her, but she said it wasn’t worth it. I haven’t seen her around in a long time.”

   “Sh-t.”

    “Yeah, so whatever you have to say to her, don’t f-ck up.”

   “Thanks, Mandy.”

    As Lip walked away from Mandy, he was both elated and furious. He could beat Will’s face in for what he did to Y/N but at the same time, he was ecstatic that she was single again. Now he really had to perfect what he was gonna say.

   “Y/N, I’m sorry about what happened between us. You didn’t deserve it and I was just being a dick. I’m also sorry about what happened between you and Will. He deserves to get the sh-t beat out of him.” Lip sighed. “And…and I got so mad about the whole Will thing because, you’re like a sister to me and I didn’t want to lose my sister or my friend…the friend I’ve been in love with since we were two.”

   At this point, Lip was standing in front of the Y/L/N’s house. Mr. Y/L/N was most likely back at work in the loan office and Mrs. Y/L/N was off being a maid in the W Hotel. Whether or not Hailey was home was a bit of a toss up since she would skip class more than Lip did. The navy, two-story house seemed a lot bigger than it usually did and part of Lip wanted to turn around and run away.

   “Don’t be a pussy,” he muttered. 

   He walked up the front steps and knocked on the door.

   Seconds later, a dog was barking and Hailey was yelling at it.

   “Geez!” she blew a piece of dark hair out of her eyes and narrowed them once she saw Lip. “Lip.”

   “Hi, Hailey.”

   The barking Rottweiler stopped when he saw Lip and began licking all over his face.

   “Hi, Buster,” Lip said as he scratched the dog. “I’ve missed you.”

   “Well, he’s missed you too, I don’t know if I can say the same for Y/N,” Hailey said.

   Lip sighed as he straightened up. “Look, I know I f-cked up majorly with Y/N and I’m sorry. I just want to apologize and if she doesn’t want to be friends with me anymore, that’s fine, I’ll understand. Is she okay?”

   Hailey’s e/c eyes softened slightly at Lip’s words but she kept a tense body language. “She’d be better off if that idiot hadn’t cheated on her weeks after she lost her best friend. But she’ll get through it, she’s tough.”

   “I know, is she here?”

   Hailey pursed her lips. “That Will guy might’ve hurt her but you really broke her heart, you know that, Gallagher?”

   “Yeah…”

   “I could kill you for how much you made her cry and then Will on top of that—” Hailey breathed.

   “And I’ll do my best to never make her cry again. Believe me, the last thing I want is to hurt her.”

   Lip hoped his sincerity showed through since Hailey was one of the most stubborn people when it came to protecting her family and doing what she thought was right.

   “She went to the Symphony. They let her listen to the music from the entry way as long as she doesn’t disturb anyone.”

   “Thanks, Hailey, I really appreciate it.”

   The L couldn’t have operated any slower that day, which made Lip even more anxious. He began chain smoking, hoping it would help him think more, but it didn’t. It calmed him down a little, but he still had no idea what he was going to say to her. Fortunately, downtown wasn’t very crowded and it was easy for him to find his way to the Symphony. Sure enough, Y/N was sitting near one of the door, cross-legged, listening intently to the passionate music. She looked gorgeous though she was wearing a simple white summer dress that went off the shoulders. Her hair was twisted up into a pretty bun on top of her head and her back was facing Lip.

   He carefully walked up to her, his mind racing with words.

   “Mind if I join you?”
    Y/N gestured for him to sit without turning away from the door. Her eyes were puffy and he could tell that she had been crying.

    “Y/N, I need to talk to you.”

    “Sh, it’s Beethoven’s Symphony No. 9,” Y/N hissed.

    “Oh, right, sorry.” Lip managed to say quiet for five more seconds before saying, “no, you know what, f-ck the music, you can get this sh–t on YouTube or iTunes. We need to talk.”

   “Keep your voice down or we’ll get kicked out,” Y/N said quietly. 

   “Fine, but at least look at me when I talk?”
   Y/N hesitated before turning to Lip. “Talk.”

   Lip paused. Everything he had rehearsed seem to leave his mind. “You’re beautiful.”

   Y/N rolled her eyes. “Go away, Lip.”

   “No, I’m serious. Even though that a—hole made you cry and did all that to you, you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. Always have been.”

   There was a long pause between them but Y/N looked stunned.

   “Is that all you have to say to me?”

    “No, I’m sorry about what happened between us. I shouldn’t have gotten so pissed off about you and that jerk.”

    “You were a real jackass,” Y/N muttered.

    “I know, and you didn’t deserve that. And I’m sorry about what happened—-no, you know what, f-ck that, I’m not sorry. He didn’t deserve to be with you because you are amazing and sweet and talented and tough and strong. He doesn’t deserve to breathe the same air as you and neither do I.”

    Y/N looked stunned but suddenly looked dejected. “If I’m all those things, why did he cheat on me with Ashley Opperman, Jane Henkins, Mariah Little, Penny Gilbert, Vanessa Langley, and Iman Ashton?”

    “Because he’s an idiot who’s probably trying to get the clap if he got anywhere near Vanessa Langley,” Lip said.

    Y/N smiled. “I think she’s had ever STD under the sun besides AIDs.”

   Lip smiled. “I’m so sorry about everything that happened between us, Y/N. Is there any way you could forgive me?”
   Y/N jokingly tapped her finger against her chin. “If you teach me how make things explode using that fancy technical vocabulary, maybe.”

   “Of course.”

   “And you help me pass my ACT.”

   “Okay.”

   “And you come to my piano concerts.”

   “I already do.”

   “Sober, though.”

   “Then you’ll have to play something less boring.”

   “Deal.”

   They jokingly shook hands before Y/N wrapped her arms around Lip and basically fell into his lap. He immediately pulled her close, inhaling her sweet scent.

    “I’ve missed this,” she whispered.

    “I love you.”

    They both froze. Lip couldn’t have said that any less smoothly if he tried. He couldn’t believe that he had blurted it out like that.

    Y/N pulled away slowly and looked at him with wide eyes. “Lip?”

    “I’ve loved you since we first met and I fell in love with you around the same time, I think. It drove me crazy seeing you with Will and I’m sorry I was so mean to you. If you don’t feel the same way then—”

    Lip was cut off as Y/N pressed her lips against his. He immediately pulled her closer as he kissed back. All those emotions they had for the past sixteen years came out in that exchange. They were so caught up they not only forgot where they were but also that they would need to pull away for air.

     “Eh hem.” An elderly security guard looked at them with distaste.

    “What’s your problem?” Lip asked.

    “Sorry, Ivan, we’ll be leaving now.”

    “No, that’s fine, Y/N, just try to ease up on all of that.” Ivan gestured to their current position.

   “You got it, Ivan.”

   He wandered away and Lip pulled Y/N into him again.

   “So, I’m guessing you like me too?”

   “No, I love you, I thought as smart as you are, you would’ve caught onto that when we were at least four,” Y/N teased.

   “Well, I’m smart enough to never let you go again.”

   “Good.”

    And that was how after many years, Lip Gallagher ended up with the girl from around the block.

Not Just A Jock

Originally posted by archic-andrews

Requested by anonymous:

“Hey babe!!!! I am so glad you are back I have missed you. As a senior I understand the pressure! I was wondering if you could write an Archie Andrews imagine? Where maybe she is new and he is intrigued by her but she thinks he is like a mean jock…..? Is that lame? I really do 😘 lysm”

Warnings: Swearing, fluff

Notes: First riverdale imagine yay!!! also this is not lame!!!! 

*this is set after Ms Grundy (ew) leaves


“What we all really need is a good night out, so who wants to volunteer to host a party?”

“You’re the one with a penthouse apartment and a totally chill mum, you should be the one to have it.” 

“Ok first off Kev, my mum is the opposite of chill and are you forgetting that we’re basically broke? As if we can afford the damage that will undoubtedly occur after the football team’s paid a visit.”

“Oh please as if- woah.” 

Archie looked up from his guitar and messy song writing notebook at the loud sound of Kevin’s loud gasp. It wasn’t long for Archie to find out what caused Kevin to get distracted from his heated discussion with Veronica. His eyes widened and his grip on his guitar loosened as he stared at possibly the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. 

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Block B as the Mafia + How He Met You

[Monsta X] [BTS] [Shinee] [GOT7] [Seventeen] [NCT]

|||Anon asked: After reading your Monsta X mafia reaction and the other ones, I was wondering if you could do one for Block B too|||


Zico/Woo Jiho

Originally posted by mayfifolle

  • There are many gangs in Seoul but his is definitely the worst
  • Literally 5 minutes before chaos
  • When he was little he thought about taking over the city and now he’s one of the most badass leaders out there
  • Successfully robbed a bank once, so now he does it every month, just to see if he can get caught
  • No mercy for anyone who interferes with his work

You were working at the bank when they raided it. As stubborn as you were you always got into dangerous situations. You were asked to get the money but refused to comply.

“What the fuck did you just say? Bring her here.” he told his men.

“Can you repeat that honey?” he asked taking hold of your chin.

“I said go get them yourself you fuck!” and you tried to spit him in the face but he avoided it at the last second.

“Woah! Feisty! Get her in the truck.”


Lee Taeil

Originally posted by fuck-photo-s-blog

  • Definitely not the one you should mess with.
  • His appearance may seem innocent but he’s far from that.
  • Enjoys torturing people not only for info but also for fun because on who else can you test the new weapons.
  • Has a massive truck and will run you over if you get in his way.
  • Gets a tattoo for every big, difficult but successful mission.

You didn’t know about his work because even though you two knew each other from childhood, he has become distant lately. One night he came knocking on your door all beaten up.

“Taeil! What the hell?”

“Oh yeah, I never told you. I’m in the mafia.” he laughed.

“What? How can you joke in this condition?”

“Can you help me out here. I will tell you everything later.” he said slumping down on the sofa.


B Bomb/Lee Minhyuk

Originally posted by my-galaxy-supernova

  • This one is sneaky. Really sneaky.
  • Can steal so much in a small amount of time that nobody even notices he was there.
  • Likes to play mahjong with Pyo and Ukwon. But they don’t.
  • He always cheats and it’s impossible to catch him doing that.
  • As he wins most of the time, he has been banned from a lot of casinos,, that doesn’t stop him from going to them though.
  • Loves those tiny bb bombs

He was just kicked out from the casino when he saw you standing beside the building, smoking. He came up to you and took the cigarette out of your mouth.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“A pretty girl like you shouldn’t be smoking.” he said putting it out.

“That’s none your bussiness.”

But he ignored you and took you by the arm.

“Say, if you get me inside the casino, I could make this evening way more interesting for both of us.”


Ahn Jaehyo

Originally posted by jaehyohoe

  • Seems to be a pro at making any kind of black market deals.
  • But he’s actually not, he’s just really lucky.
  • Is pretty much lost all the time and without meaning any harm gets in a lot of trouble.
  • But also that way he made a lot of new strong allies.
  • Travels a lot around the country because of his work.

You have been making deals with him for as long as you can remember, so it didn’t bother you anymore when he called you to get him out of trouble.

“Jaehyo! What happened this time?” you asked, picking him up as he was barely able to stand.

“Wrong time, wrong place.” he smirked.

“As always. Come. I will patch you up.”


U-Kwon/Kim Yukwon

Originally posted by hikaricassio

  • Loves guns and the smell after you shoot somebody.
  • Likes to hunt his enemies, making them scared and begging for their life.
  • Even though he’s a very skilled assassin, he only takes those offers that can be of value to him as well.
  • As opposing to others, he doesn’t mind working in the daylight and can even kill somebody in a centre of a busy street.
  • Slaps Minhyuk in the face whenever he loses against him.

You worked as a guard for his target. He thought it will be easy to deal with you but you were expecting him and slammed him down on the ground.

“Okay, so I guess I will have to get serious.” he told breaking free from your grasp and pointing his gun at your head.

“Now be a good girl and tell me where my target is.”


P.O/Pyo Jihoon

Originally posted by unniesgirl

  • How did even this ball of sunshine get in the mafia I have no idea.
  • Can seem intimidating but he actually prefers talking to violence.
  • Grew up in the mafia business but ran away from his father gang because he was too strict.
  • Is very quick in knocking his opponents unconscious.
  • Then apologises to their seemingly lifeless bodies.

You were following his father’s orders to keep an eye on him. You were aware that he noticed you a couple of days ago but decided not to act on it when you felt his hand on your neck.

“Stay still. It’s more than easy for me to break it now.” he told you and you complied.

“My father doesn’t send just anyone, so you must be important. You will have to come with me.”


Park Kyung

Originally posted by alittlebitblockbbias

  • The second most important person in the gang and Jiho’s right hand
  • He may seem all nice and stuff but he’s actually been plotting to overtake Jiho’s position as the leader
  • Makes it easy for others to trust him but in reality he’s a great liar and can betray you for his own gain
  • He’s the one who finds new, secluded hideouts for the gang
  • He’s also the one who makes the plans for all the missions

He met you at a fancy party for big shots. He has been watching you all evening, so you finally decided to approach him.

“If you have something to say then do it.”

“Oh no, I was just thinking that a party like this doesn’t suit you.” he smirked.

“Is that so?”

“Here.” he said extending his hand. “Come with me. I will show you something much more interesting.”


A/N: Feel free to request more scenarios, reactions  etc. I keep up with a lot of groups, both male and female!! 😉

BTS Scenarios: Their S/O Finds Out They Cheated [Aftermath]

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K I M S E O K J I N :

After he checked his phone of his messages, he would immediately run up back to you and beg for you to listen, claiming that this was all a misunderstanding. You’d roll your eyes at his claim, knowing that his words were pure bullshit. Though, he wouldn’t go away; he wouldn’t leave you alone to think about what to do next about this.

Y/n!” He’d call out as he continues to knock on the bathroom door. You’d ignore him, tears streaming down your face as you covered your ears to block out his presence. “Please, let me explain!

You can take your explanation and shove it up —” You’d scream back, but you were cut off when Jin called out, “Y/n!

Just leave me alone, Jin,” You’d cry, “Don’t make this any worse than it needs to be.

You guess he finally got the memo, because the knockings stopped & his voice was no longer to be heard. You let yourself cry in the bathroom for who-knows-how-long and when you decide to get yourself together, you get up, splash your face with water, and get out.

You were dragging yourself into your bedroom, assuming that Jin probably went to the dorms to vent about what he had done to you to the boys; You were going to do him a favor and pack up his stuff so he can move into the dorms, but you didn’t show any emotion when you saw him sitting on the foot of the bed, his elbows on his knees, his broad shoulders slumped, and his head in his hands.

You crossed your arms and sighed loudly, disappointed that he didn’t respect your wishes to just go. Jin’s head perks up at the sound of your loud exhale, and you notice that his eyes were slightly glossy & puffy. You shift your head to the side once your eyes made contact with his eyes, refusing to even look at him. 

Seokjin, I thought I told you—” You were about to say, but he cuts you off saying, “While I was in Hawaii with the boys a couple months ago, we went out drinking,” You purse your lips, allowing him to continue, “I guess I had too much to drink because when I woke up the next morning, I was with another girl in bed.” He then licks his lips before adding in a whisper, “The scariest part was that she looked so much like you.

You shut your eyes tight, allowing the tears that were building up at the brim to flow harshly down your cheeks. Jin continues explaining, “I left right away, I just,” He then pauses before saying, “I guess she put her number in my phone while I knocked out.” 

You scoff as you roll your eyes & shake your head at him, and Jin gets desperate, for he goes on his knees in front of you and begs, “You have to believe me, Y/n, this is the first time she texted me since that night!

You roll your jaw at his audacity, and you use your hand to push his head back, causing him to prop his hands behind him to keep himself up. “Are you going to forget the fact that you cheated on me? Screw her fucking sexting you first after all these months, Seokjin! It won’t change the fact that you still slept with her!” You yell, going off to the drawers and throwing out all his clothes onto the floor. “Were you ever planning on telling me?” You ask, continuing to go through the cabinets, “Did the guilt ever build up inside you to at least force you to tell me?” You start slamming the drawers & cabinets after throwing his belongings onto the floor, “Were you honestly planning to keep this a secret?” You cry angrily, kicking around his stuff, “Did you not think I was going to find out?” 

The ache in your heart grew and it got you on knees, clutching your chest. “Did you…” You start, needing a moment to catch your breath, “Did you ever really love me?” 

You gasp immediately after asking that question, because you knew that he does love you, but the time following from when he cheated onto now made you so confused as to if it was real. You start sobbing into your hands and Jin comes up behind you, his arms around you and his head on your shoulder as you both cry. It wasn’t long until you wiggle out of his grip and point towards the door.

This is the last time I’m saying this, Kim Seokjin,” You warn with a firm & steady voice, “Leave.

Originally posted by chunghakim-archive

M I N Y O O N G I :

Y/n, be a sweetheart and run to the grocery store for me, please? We’re running low on lots of things.” Your mother asks, knocking on the frame of your bedroom door before waking you up from your slumber.

You don’t reply, so your mother sits at the foot of your bed, and the dip that she caused made you aware that her presence wasn’t a figment of your imagination. You feel your mother’s hand on your ankle, and that’s when you decide to yawn & stretch. You sit up, rubbing your eyes and your mother scoots closer to you to pet your bed-head hair. 

I’ll text you a list of what we need,” She informs you, her voice sweet & soft, “All you gotta do is buy it, okay?

You hum, “Okay,” before lazily getting off your bed to get ready, and you mother leaves to give you privacy. Your phone chimes not long afterward, and you sighed at the notification of the list that your mother had just texted you. You decided to wear something that made you comfortable rather than fashionable because you honestly didn’t care about your appearance anymore, and you didn’t have anyone in mind to impress out in the grocery store anyways.

So there you were, your hair up in a messy bun, dressed up in some sandals, sweats, and a plain jacket, going around the aisle to collect the things your mother requested you to buy. You pushed your cart as you entered the next aisle, and as you let your eyes wander around the contents of what the shelves provided, you caught sight of a familiar face that you thought you would never encounter out of all days, out of all times, and out of all places. 

He was there too, wearing all black clothing, a baseball cap, and a face mask. Yoongi didn’t notice you though, he was too busy reading the back of a box for its nutrition label. You stopped in your tracks; You were lucky that you weren’t holding anything because you knew that you would’ve dropped it and made your presence known to him, but the cart you were gripping onto made your knuckles turn white and your hands tremble,

Suddenly, the pain in your heart that you thought was gone was coming back to you. These questions that you had for him but left unsaid were flooding your mind like, “Why did you do it? Did you even love me? How long were you cheating on me? Was she better than me? Are you happy now? Do you miss me? Do you regret it?” Tears started to pool up in your eyes and you knew you had to get out of there before he notices from his peripheral vision that there’s a figure standing like a deer in the headlights.

So you ran out of the store, abandoning your cart in the aisle. 

J U N G H O S E O K :

He didn’t bother replying to your text about breaking up with him. Instead, the relationship he had with the other girl went public and you realized that you were the other woman he was seeing.

For a while, you were heartbroken. This traumatized you and ruined any chances you had with men who wanted to take you out on a date. Any potential of finding your true love was wasted because of the fear of being used like how Hoseok used you. You didn’t trust anybody for a while; your heart was fragile and you didn’t want to go through the process of trying to fix it again. 

The time that could’ve been used for going out on dates and going out to meet new people was easily used to find yourself again. You realized that you didn’t know who you were without Hoseok and you hated it. So your free time was used to discover yourself, like your new favorite hobbies, explore your music taste, and read some of your new favorite books. You even found yourself a job to keep yourself busy with, and though it was tiring, it made good pay, so at the end of the week, you can treat yourself to some sweets and new clothes.

Your coworker invited you to their birthday party hosted at this nearby bar and you realized that you haven’t been able to have fun in a while so you accept to go. 

Though the venue was reserved for the party, it was still open to the public, which wasn’t a problem, but it wasn’t long until his face showed up into the bar too. He didn’t notice you with your friends at first, but you noticed him as he made his way to the corner of the bar and order himself a drink. You didn’t want to make your presence known to him, so you just continued socializing with your friends. 

Do my eyes deceive me?” The birthday person exclaimed into a microphone, and all the attention turns to them, “Or is that J-Hope from the famous BTS?!” They announce, gesturing towards the rapper who forces a smile on his face. He feels obliged to stand up and bow towards the people who have focused their attention on him. 

So he bows and scans the crowd, and once his eyes land upon you, he was taken aback. His eyes were wide but he tries not to make it obvious even though you already caught it. You respond to his reaction with a welcoming smile. 

You two didn’t dare to interact with each other, but you guys did exchange glances every now and then. 

When the party ended, you stayed with your coworker as they bid everyone else goodbye. When Hoseok passed you, you gave him a nod & a handshake with a genuine smile on your face. He couldn’t stop looking at you with an apology written in his eyes as he walked out of the door.

K I M N A M J O O N :

For a while, you couldn’t bring yourself to face him. You shut him out of everything; you blocked his number & his social media, changed the locks on your door, ignored the calls from his bandmates, and kept yourself busy to avoid any chance of him showing up at your house.

This went on for a couple months, but you soon realized how childish you were being. You had the heart to unblock Namjoon from everything that you blocked him on & responded to the rest of the band. They were relieved when you finally decided to keep in touch with them, and Namjoon was silently relieved too. 

You and the boys would hang out without him, the reason being that you just weren’t ready to face him yet. Time was healing though, even if it was taking a long time. You knew that eventually, you’ll forgive him of his wrongdoing and that you’ll finally be able to face him as a friend again. 

There’d be days where the boys would mention him by accident and the conversation would awkwardly stop; all eyes would be on you just to see how you would react to the sound his name. You’d force a small smile and reassure them you’re okay and try to continue the conversation. 

Slowly, you were able to get used to the idea of him. You hung out with his bandmates, so facing him again was inevitable. The mention of his name wouldn’t pinch your heart anymore, and you were able to be in the same room as him without having the urge to cry and once in a while, he’d tag along with you guys as you hung out with each other and you were okay with that.

It got to that point where you two can talk to each other without it being just a greeting towards each other or small talk. It grew to texting and laughing, and the boys had to admit that the sight of you two together like this was awkward and confusing - awkward because of your past with him & confusing because you don’t know how to define your friendship with him.

You and the boys went out to an event where your community could perform whatever they desired if they wished to. The venue was nice and simple: a wooden stage, a couple of couches, and strung-up lights. The aura was chill and calming, and the other people that came were respectful (as in, they stopped talking whenever someone performed and they gave positive comments for each performer). 

You sat next to Namjoon on the couch, and you two shared a conversation full of laughter. It wasn’t long until you guys ran out of things to say, and the tension between you two immediately turned awkward. You decide to let your eyes wander around the space, admiring the decorations set before you. Namjoon, on the other hand, was biting his lip and twiddling with thumbs in nervousness, but you decide to ignore it.

Y/n?” He’d say in a soft voice. You look at him and offer your full attention by giving him a warm smile. “Is it…” He then clears his throat, “Is it okay if we try again?” He’d ask, and your smile fades.

Oh,” You’d simply respond before shaking your head a little, “I’m sorry, Namjoon, but no.”

P A R K J I M I N :

When you told Jimin that you were best friends with the girl he slept with, you honestly meant that as an exaggeration.

But after he left the house, you became a crying mess and that girl was your rock through it all. She ended up staying in your house that night, and she helped you with breakfast the next morning. Your friendship with her evolved to sharing numbers, which was beneficial on your part because there would be nights where you have a crying episode and calling her was a necessity in those moments.

She sets up a Netflix marathon with you in your living room one night, just to help cheer you up through these times. You decided to watch an action-comedy, like Deadpool, where you two laughed and made fun of and even mimicked some lines from the movie. When the end credits rolled, she made one more funny comment, causing you to raise your head back in a fit of laughter, and she couldn’t help but stare at you as you two laughed. Soon, you made eye contact with her and the laughter faded. 

You two began leaning in towards each other, closing the gap between, and then you two kissed. It started out as a little peck, and you two were taken aback with this sudden act, but neither of you said anything about stopping and suddenly you two were having an all-out make-out session. 

No words were said, and no one knew how, but you two were now in a relationship.

You two had another date at a semi-fancy restaurant, and you two were just chit-chatting and feeding each other and laughing, but little did you two know, that on the other side of the room, sitting by himself at a corner table, was Jimin. 

His head perked up at first when he noticed you two together, and he thought that you two being best friends was a lie but he realized that this was much more than that. He watches are you two laugh and hold hands, and he smiles at the sight.

He’s happy for you two.

K I M T A E H Y U N G :

Um, excuse me,” The girl comes back to you. “But why’d you put this on my cup?” She asks, gesturing to the message you’ve written at the bottom of her cup.

Your boyfriend is Kim Taehyung, right? Of BTS?” You’d ask, your voice light and low. She nods as she crosses her arms. “Well, he was my boyfriend of 2 years.” You inform her, smiling softly at the memories that you shared with him, “But it’s okay, you can—” 

Suddenly, she grabs at your hair. You start screaming at her attack, and she literally has you bending on the table as she starts scratching you. She then pulls you up by the hair with one hand and uses her other hand to slap your face. You start crying and she’s calling you names now, “Bitch! Slut! Liar!” and all of the above. You try grabbing ahold of her wrists so you can resist her but her long, sharp nails were making it really hard for you to do so. 

It took a while but Taehyung arrives at the scene, surprised at the fact that the two girls he was seeing were fighting each other. He put the pieces together and figured that you two had found out that he’s been cheating on the both of you. 

He runs up to the both of you, and he pulls the other girl away from you, and even steps between you two to prevent any possibility of her engaging in another fight with you. You start sobbing harder that you had to cover your mouth to stop yourself from being too loud, but the other girl, on the other hand, was raging with anger right now which wasn’t what you were expecting out of this situation. 

Fucking hell, Tae! I can’t believe you were seeing this low-life behind my back!” She yells at him, and you already too hurt by the fact that he’s been cheating on you to be offended by her insult. Taehyung runs his hands through his hair and his eyes shift between looking at you & looking at her. “It’s me or her, Taehyung.” She then makes him decide, crossing her arms to judge. 

He then turns his body towards you and begins to hug & comfort you, and the other girl huffed before storming away. You stay in his arms for a quick moment because you need somebody to hold you, but then you started wiggling away from his embrace. 

I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” He’d repeat over & over again as he fought against your struggle to get away from him and continue to hug you. 

Taehyung, please, let me go,” You’d cry, shaking your head at him. 

You were so desperate to get away from him that you pushed him away from you, and he finally got the message and respected your space. You look at him at the face and notice that he was crying too, but that didn’t change how you see him now.

Just because you chose me doesn’t mean I choose you too,” You whisper, just loud enough for him to hear, “Just please, let’s never see each other again.” 

J E O N J U N G K O O K :

You don’t recall how or when, but you decided to give him another chance. You do remember, though, him constantly coming over to your house whenever he was free to beg for your forgiveness. There’ll be days at work where he’d send teddy bears and a bouquet of flowers, and you guess somewhere along the lines, you gave in & started talking about what would happen to your relationship with him. 

How he won your heart again, despite being the one who broke it, was beyond your control. You didn’t mean to get back together to him, but it just happened and you didn’t question it and the relationship seemed the same as if catching him in bed with another girl didn’t happen. There’ll be times where he, or the rest of the band, or your friends, or even your family would ask if you had forgiven him for his mistake, and you’d reassure them with a firm nod that you have forgiven him. This made Jungkook relieved, but the others didn’t really believe it. 

One night, Jungkook came home late without informing you of what he was going to do and you felt like your chest was going to burst. When he did arrive home, you were found sitting on the living room couch, cuddling into a blanket, arms crossed, and face red from your crying. 

Baby?” He’d rush up to you to comfort you, “What’s wrong?” 

Where were you?” You’d ask, and he knew you were mad at him, “Why didn’t you text me what you were doing? You told me you’d be home by 10PM and it’s already past midnight!” You’d cry, “Do you know how worried I’ve been?” 

He cuddles you in his chest, and he thinks over some things as you continued to sob in his chest, because he finds it alien of you to be crying over something as trivial as this, but then he makes a sudden realization:

The relationship was never just the same… You don’t trust him anymore.

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On All Fours - Zico/P.O./U-kwon

Group: BLOCK B
Members: Zico (Jiho) , P.O. (Jihoon), U-kwon (Yukwon)
Genre: SMUT SMUT JUST PLAIN SMUT, foursome
Warnings: SEXUAL CONTENT, foursome

A/N: wow okay this took me foreverrr and i pushed some of my own boundaries on this one as well. Also it’s long af. Hope you’ll like it!


‘should we really be doing this here?’, you breathed as strong hands moved your top up your chest and hot lips were brushing over the skin of your neck. You held on to broad shoulders as a second pair of lips started to adorn your throat with red marks. You let your head fall back with a sigh, all doubt and cautiousness thrown away when his tongue glided over your jaw.

Another pair of hands gripped your hips tightly and pulled them back into his. You felt his prominent, clothed erection grind against your behind, making you gasp loudly, the tongue on your jaw taking the opportunity to suddenly, forcefully entwine itself with yours.  

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Guys My Age (Yoongi x Reader)

Summary: “Guys my age don’t know how to touch me, don’t know how to love me good…” After dumping her cheating, chronically-stoned boyfriend, Y/N Y/L/N swears she’s fucking DONE with guys her age. Enter Min Yoongi, Y/N’s old crush– who also happens to be her father’s coworker. Y/N and Yoongi run into each other at a club, where Y/N’s only goal is to come for the first time in months. Yoongi is more than happy to help her reach it.

Warnings: SMUT, cursing, age-gap

Word count: 6,034

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This would be so much more comfortable with a cushion, Amy thinks to herself as she sits on the cold metal chair.

But cushions are luxury in prison and prisons aren’t supposed to be luxurious. Prisons are for criminals - hard, angry, dirty criminals. So why was she here again?

Oh yeah. Her boyfriend was framed for bank robbery. That’s right.

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lostfanboy  asked:

"Hey, hey, calm down, they can't hurt you anymore." With treebros and/or kliensen because I'm in an angsty dear Evan Hansen mood

As much as I love setting things in the AWE universe, I decided to go for a slightly happier Connor Lives au for a change (with an extra side of “they all became friends”). Slight Sincerely three. (TW for homophobic slurs)

Send me characters or ships from musicals with a prompt from here.


Jared stared at his locker, a stony expression on his face. The thick, black strokes stood out against the dull blue he was so familiar with that seeing that precise shade anywhere else made him sick. Three characters. Three simple characters had ruined his whole day. Two of the characters were created with three sharp strokes, while the last was created as a continuous curve. 

   F  A G

There was a small, phallic doodle underneath the word. It wasn’t clever. It wasn’t good. Hell, even the spacing was off. But it made his blood boil all the same.

He wished he could laugh it off. Find some cleaner that could get rid of sharpie, wipe it off, pretend it never happened. That’s what he should do. But something in his brain wouldn’t let it go. It took every ounce of control he had to not break down right there, in the middle of the hallway like a freak. He clenched his fists so hard he could almost feel his fingernails break his skin.

“So Evan asked for my help with his math homework,” Jared had noted long ago that Connor was never one for proper greetings, often startling others by initiating conversations when he hadn’t even announced his presence, just like now, “except I have no idea what the fuck I’m doing in that class so I figured the three of us could– Hey, are you ok dude?”

Jared didn’t turn to look at him. “Peachy.”

“What’s the–” Connor followed Jared’s gaze, eyes landing on the crude graffiti. “Oh no.”

“Fuckin’ stupid. It’s just some idiot with a sharpie who has nothing better to do with his life than harass some kid no one even talks to.”

“That doesn’t make it better. That doesn’t make it ok. That doesn’t make it right.” Connor sighed. “It still fills you with rage. And you still have every right to feel that way. I’ve been dealing with this bullshit since seventh grade.”

“Is that so?” Connor nodded in his periphery. “So how exactly do you ‘deal’ with it?”

“Punch the kid that did it in the face. They usually think twice before doing it again.”

“Sounds great. Recognize the writing? I would love to punch something right now.”

Connor examined the thick strokes. “Can’t say that I do.” He pulled out his phone and began taking pictures.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“Gathering evidence. Knowing our school system, they’ll have the janitors clean it up this evening and pretend it never happened. We can show it to the administrators and get the vandal’s ass expelled.”

“But we don’t know who it is. And the administrators aren’t going to take it seriously unless we have concrete proof.”

“Yeah, but we got a killswitch named Alana Beck who probably knows everyone’s handwriting and won’t stop badgering them until they find and punish the one’s responsible.”

“For the love of god do not send that to Alana.”

“I won’t. So long as the administrators take this matter seriously.”

“I’m not going to take it to them.”

“I know. That’s why I’m going to.” Jared tried to protest, but at that moment the bell rang. “I should get to class. See you at Evan’s.” And with that Connor walked off. Jared took one last glare at the locker before dragging himself to his next class.


Jared rang the doorbell until Evan answered. Evan seemed surprised to see him.

“Where’s Connor?”

Jared shrugged. “He just said we should meet here after school. So here I am.” He looked at Evan. “Wait, Connor really isn’t here yet?” Evan shook his head. He moved aside and invited Jared in. Jared followed Evan to the living room and sat down on the couch.

“So, um, how was your day?”

Jared shrugged. “Uneventful.” He discreetly clenched a fist.

“Oh.” The two sat in silence for a few moments before Evan spoke up again. “So, um, like, don’t get mad but um, Connor– Connor told me about the locker.”

Jared shook his head. “Of fucking course he did.”

Evan frowned. “He just, um, he said he thought he knew who did it but he wanted me to confirm before saying anything, and, um, he was right.”

Jared suddenly felt the bottled up rage become active once more. “That fucking liar, he said he didn’t know–”

“Well, that’s why he talked with me. Because, um, he thought I could recognize the writing. And I did.”

Jared stood up. “Who the fuck did this? I need to teach them a lesson.” Moving as fast as he could, Evan jumped out of his seat and blocked Jared’s path.

“We-we-we already told– We already told the administrators and, um, they’ve talked with the person, and they’re considering the appropriate punishment.”

“I think I’ve got an idea for an appropriate punishment.” He tried to get past Evan, but the boy blocked his path again.

“Jared, it’s-it’s fine, it’s being taken care of, and you don’t even know–”

“Get out of my way Evan!”

“Hey, hey, calm down, they can’t hurt you anymore." Blinded by anger, Jared pushed Evan aside. And suddenly all the anger he felt was replaced by regret, and sadness. Evan stared at him, concerned and almost fearful. Jared stepped back as his eyes filled with tears.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m fucking– I didn’t mean– I’m an asshole– I–” Jared sank to his knees as the tears fell. He was so angry he had shoved Evan Hansen, the boy he’d cared about so much that Jared had literally worried himself sick over his wellbeing.

“I know, you were– you were just angry…” Evan rushed to Jared’s side, kneeling right next to him and putting his arm around Jared. “Look, I’m ok. I’m fine. You didn’t hurt me. I’m fine.”

Jared gasped for air between sobs. “I don’t… I shouldn’t care this much… I don’t… I don’t know why I’m so angry…”

“Jared, you should feel angry. What they did was– what they did was fucked up, it probably messed with your sense of security, and you shouldn’t have to make excuses for how you feel.” Evan moved so he was kneeling directly in front of Jared. “But you’re safe here. You have me. And we will make sure the bastard that did this gets what they deserved. Nobody should make you ashamed of who you are.” Jared looked into Evan’s kind eyes, so full of love and understanding, and began bawling again. Evan wrapped his arms around Jared in a hug, and Jared just held on as if for dear life. The vandal had made him feel ashamed of who he was, but somehow Evan made him feel proud of it, like he was special because of who he was. 

It took a few minutes for things to calm down, but Jared stayed clinging to Evan for as long as he could justify. They finally broke away, Jared wiping away tears and chuckling a bit. “So, when does Murphy get here? He said you had some math homework you both needed help with?”

Evan’s phone went off. He pulled it out. “Speak of the devil,” he muttered. He saw Evan’s face contort into a horrified, then frustrated expression as he read the text. Evan rolled his eyes, shook his head and turned back to Jared. “We have to go help Connor.”

“What? Why? What happened?”

“He injured his hand, it’s all bloody.”

“What did he do?”

“Punched some kid’s teeth in.” Every bit of self control Jared had was focused on keeping his facial muscles in check, but he still couldn’t help the small smirk that slid across his face.

anonymous asked:

Hi lovely! If you're taking requests, would you mind doing a Spider-Man fic where Peter gets really sick at school and for some reason aunt may can't come so tony comes to take him back to the tower and takes care of him?? Thank you so much!!

(Combined because of similarity!! and also wanted to play with different ideas bc lets be real a lot of my spiderman stuff are repetitive!! And also emeto warning later in the fic!)

There’s nothing Aunt May hates more than leaving Peter.

She’s a tough lady, Peter knows this, and she will never admit this, but Aunt May is afraid of leaving him. Peter doesn’t blame her.

She has dealt with loss far too many times. A person with that kind of a heart does not deserve that turmoil. She’s a beautiful woman, and Peter admires her, and he will do anything to keep her happy. He tries to be safe for her, although duty calls, but in the hardest of battles he thinks of her to stay alive.

So when Aunt May was called to do an important business trip down in LA, she was frantic. She had spent the past weeks trying to figure out where Peter should stay, what foods she should leave behind, running over everything with Peter, how much money she should leave, and so on and so forth. Peter admired how much she cared, but all of this wasn’t necessary.

To top it off, Peter had started to develop a bit of a cold. At the time it had been the slightest of coughs, and a bit of a sniffle here and there, but it was enough to send the poor woman into hysterics.

The only thing that eased her troubled mind in the end was Tony Stark’s offer to keep Peter for the week she was gone. It was only then she was able to relax, knowing Peter was in good hands. She had apologised, softly reminding Peter how he was all she had. Peter understood, he really did. He would keep him safe as much as he could. But crime did not wait. The world just kept going and he couldn’t just sit there and do nothing. He wasn’t any better than the bad guys if he did.

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half a yellow sun

Summary: “Do you come here often?” asks Gamora, tilting her head.

“No,” says the girl. “I’m just here waiting for my dumb friend Peter.”

The birds coo.

“Would you believe me,” says Gamora, “if I told you that I, too, am here waiting for my dumb friend Peter.”

I had this thought last night and after a month of writers block i sat down and wrote the whole thing in two sittings God Bless America. i guess like it’s set right before infinity war??? idk i took a couple details from the teaser trailer and also HOW PURE WAS SPIDERMAN HOMECOMING here have an obscure fic where gamora and michelle jones hang out on a bench. @ygrittebardots and @taxicabsandcupcakes u both shamelessly encouraged me to write this so im tagging you. title is from chimamanda ngozi adichie’s book which is have been meaning to read forever and sounds like something MJ would read. enjoy!

There’s a girl sitting on the bench beside her, her nose buried in a paper-bound book.

Gamora resists the urge to look over curiously and scope out its cover and pages; she hasn’t seen pressed paper since a mission on an old Xandarian moon outpost nearly ten years ago, and it’s not like she thinks back on that experience with fondness. It’s just – information is more easily stored in mechanized databanks. Everyone knows this.

Gamora cannot help but think that Terrans have a stubborn tendency to do things for the sake of sentiment instead of practicality. For the first time since they touched down on Terra, Gamora thinks that in this, Peter reflects his home planet absurdly well.

In other things – he’s been gone for a long time, is what Gamora has let her thoughts settle on. He hasn’t said anything, but – it’s Peter. He’s not an awkward person by nature, but she’s known him a long time by now, and she’s trained to be observant, and it becomes more evident by the second that he’s out of his depth. It’s in the erratic flick of his eyes, widening from point to point and landmark to landmark, skating up buildings and narrowing at transport vehicles. Cars, he’d called them, she remembers, and files away the knowledge that Terran technology advances swiftly. It’s in the way he holds his arms, close to his sides when he thinks no one is looking at him, and the exaggerated swagger to his walk that she stops herself from calling out because she’s had it mentally categorized as a defensive mechanism from roughly the third minute after she met him.

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Wolf!Woozi

Requested by anon: OKAY SO IVE READ YOUR WOLF AUS AND I DESPERATELY NEED A WOOZI WOLF AU PLEASE I LOVE YOUR WRITINGS SO MUCH ASDFGHJKL 💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘

Requested by @missspookyskeleton: I’M GONNA REQUEST IF YOU’RE TAKING REQUESTS BUT TAKE YOUR TIME HONEY *slams hands on a table that randomly appeared, grabs the mic that also magiclcally appeared and breath in really loudly (ew gross)* wolf!woozi PLEASE THANK YOU SO MUCH I LOVE YOUR BLOG THERE’S NOT ENOUGH WOOZI OKAY BYE

okay this turned out alMOST AS LONG AS WOLF!WONWOO AND IM SCREAMING BC THAT WAS SUPER LONG SO??? GET READY TO READ A LONG SCENARIO AGAIN Y IKE S but anyways this is what yall have been waiting for since last month whOOPS IM SORRY!! here it is happy reading my children!!! <33333

warnings: this is a piece of garbage like wolf!wonwoo, brief mentions of gore but its barely anything bc i dont like gore/horror, mentions of violence, lots of flashbacks whOOPS, lots of vanilla ice cream!!!

  • His eyes are trained on his opponent sitting directly across from him
  • “Your move,” his voice drops an octave, a slight edge detected in it
  • The other man’s hands remain clasped in his lap until he slowly stretches one out
  • His eyes follow the man’s hands with bated breath as he grasps the smooth marbles in his fist
  • “No, no…. nO!!”
  • “hA I WIN AGAIN”
  • “GODDAMMIT,” he frustratingly runs his fingers in his blonde locks
  • “You guys really need to chill,,,,, it’s just mancala,” Seungcheol calls over his shoulder in the back of the room as he reads the papers
  • “Okay grandpa,,,, you’re no fun,” Jeonghan retorts, a sly grin on his face, “and don’t be so pouty, Jihoon”
  • “Whatever,” Jihoon mumbles as he and Jeonghan put away the board in its box, “there’s not much we can do if we’re in this dump so might as well do something a little less boring, like reading the news”
  • “Hey! I’m scouting for updates on our pack, you ungrateful punk. Need I remind you guys why we’re here in the first place?”
  • “To protect us from the hunters and keep a low profile,” everyone chorused
  • “Huh. Nice to know you punks are listening,” Seungcheol clucks his tongue and resumes scanning the pages
  • “Anyways, Jihoon and Wonwoo are gonna be the ones to restock our food supply today. You know the drill”
  • “Ugh fine,,,,,” Jihoon grabbed his coat on the rack while Wonwoo set aside his latest novel on the table

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Healing Powers

Request: Hii, 1.I’m from Finland so sorry for my english 2.This is my first time requesting so sorry if don’t know how to do it correctly? OKAY, So. The reader is dating Peter, she’s also an avenger and they go to a mission and they think they’ve defeated the bad guys, BUT then the reader sees one, with A GUN and she does this powermagicshield to protect the others, but it doesn’t, like, reach her? And she gets shot and everyone’s like WLRFQ, bUT she survives, not too much angst, enough is enough. luv u❤             

Warnings: A bullet..?

Originally posted by mockingbbird

The team was worried. About you.You were about to go on your first mission. It’s not that they didn’t trust you, but, you were just a kid. The only reason they let you on the team was because Peter was on the team too. And they loved you, but, if there wasn’t already someone on the team your age, they probably wouldn’t have let you join.

You hadn’t planed to tell Peter about your powers, but, when you had first gotten them, Peter threw a pillow at you. And you accidentally made a force-field to protect Yourself. It was then that he showed you his spider-man powers. Yeah, It was a weird day.

Team members kept coming to check on you the day of the mission; like you were going to get hurt before you even left.

“Hey Pete.” You walked into his temporary Avengers bedroom.

“Oh hi Y/N!” He sat up from his spot on the bed, “What’s up?”

“Tell me about missions?” you asked him, crossing your legs on his bed. You loved the way he got all excited when he talked about superheroes.

You know when there’s a little kid all excited about ice cream? That’s Peter.Actually nvm I love ice cream.


“Okay-” He laughed, “Well, when you get there, Captain America tells everyone what to do… And, oh! There was this one time; there was this bad guy, and, and, he was going to get The Black Widow, and then Iron Man came and-”

“-I hate to interrupt, but-” Steve motioned backwards with his thumb from the doorway.

You giggled and sat up, “Ready?” You asked Peter.

“Yup!!”  

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“Over there!” Iron Man called at War Machine. He turned and flipped the Agent over.

Everyone looked around, breathing heavily. You were done. You had gotten everybody.You turned around and gave Peter a high-five. You turned back toward the building that had crumpled down. Not that you felt bad about it, it was the base that the criminals had been using.

You were about to tun back to the team, when you saw another one. Dressed in all black, you determined it was another agent.

He slowly pulled out a giant gun; and was aiming toward, well, the entire team.

You gasped. You lunged in front of the team.You used your force-field to block the rest of the team. But what you didn’t expect; was him aiming for you.

You looked down and watched as a bullet went through your stomach. You fell to the ground, and the team surrounded you.

“Y/N!” Peter ran and sat down next you in the floor. They didn’t know what to do, and it was too late to call an ambulance.

“It’s gonna be okay,” He out a hand on your arm.

“Peter,”

“Shhh.” He shushed you.

“But, Peter,” You said, frustrated. He turned his head to the side as if to ask you what was wrong.

“Move your hand!” You strained out. Peter’s hands were blocked your arms. He quickly removed his hands form over your arms, and you lifted them up. You hovered your hands over your stomach, and the team watched in amazement as you began to heal yourself. Blue energy danced across your fingers, and pulled the bullet out of you.

“Okay!” You said, standing up, “Let’s go home now!”


May/20/2017

The Losers Club™

Pairing: Platonic!Reader x The Holy Trinity + Tony, Sam and Harry!

Summary: this is an IT AU based on the Losers Club (Bill, Richie, Eddie, Ben, Mike, Stan and Bev). about how the club is formed, basically. just a lil small thing because i love the Losers Club and i love IT. :-)

*Notes: this was fun to write and inspired by @imaginesofeverykind and if anything this is just for me fhgjfdhjke see if you can guess who’s who though? ;) also this is unedited jsbdjf GO WATCH “IT”!


Tom sighed, picking up his bike from the ground and dusting off his light-washed jeans. He walked the rest of the way to school, his knee hurting too much to get back on the bike and pedal the rest of the half-mile. Fucking Henry Byers, he should really pick on someone his own size – or of the same IQ, at least. Tom slowed down, hearing Harrison and Sam’s voice calling to him at a distance. He turned around, greeting his friends with a fake smile.

“What the fuck happened to your leg?” Tom’s eyebrows furrowed, looking down and seeing the dirt on his pants. He groaned, letting his bike fall again before leaning down and trying his best to rub the dirt away. “Yeah, that’s gonna help.”

“P-piss off, Haz.” Tom muttered, pursing his lips slightly as he realized he stuttered again. “Did y-you guys s-see Byers? Fucking s-shoved me on the ground.” He stood back up, pulling his bike along with him as he walked along the sidewalk. Sam’s watch beeped, signaling it was time for his anti-anxiety medication.

“You still take those?” Sm ignored Harrison, knowing everything that came out of his mouth was an insult, or an insult disguised as a joke. “I didn’t see Byers.”

“Me either; must’ve just missed him.” Sam shrugged, putting his pills back into the fanny pack wrapped securely around his waist. “You guys ready for summer?” Tom and Harrison both smiled widely, launching them into the discussion of what their next few months held.

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super || jeon jungkook

summary: 

how were you supposed to know that your worst enemy was your roommate all along? 

alien!jungkook, superhero!jungkook, alien!reader, supergirl!reader

a/n: this is relieving my tension from the latest supergirl episode literally am dying. also i saw this prompt somewhere where it was like if u were a hero and ur roommate was a villain and the two of you always fought but u never knew lived with each other so ahhh this is my relief

The impact of the blow sent you hurdling through the twentieth story window. 

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anonymous asked:

Hi~♡ Can I request for the drabble thing? If not that is okay but if yeah than situation 28 and sentence 30 with Mark and maybe a happy end please? ^-^

prompts: 28.pretend relationship & 30.“Please never do that ever again.”

Shooting star | MARK

summary: because you want to run away from a random guy who keeps asking you out, Mark grants you a wish

Originally posted by fullsunhaechan

Genre: super duper fluff

Pairing: Mark / Reader [part. Doyoung]

Word count: 1400+

a/n: took ages, but it’s posted!! hope you enjoy this cute boy mark grating you a wish ^^ AH!! i’m so sorry if the end sucks :(


Most of people want to find their other half. But for you, that’s not the actual case.

A year from now, with all stamina your body possessed, you’d been avoiding—or trying to—all sorts of flirts from all sorts of men. Deep inside your heart you really, really wished for a true, romantic and gentle boyfriend, however you had better things to worry about. Your University application, for example—and then, when you got accepted, the classes, the subjects, the projects. There were an uncountable number of matters to be actually preoccupied about.

And boys should be the last topic on your list of what I have to look after.  

Nonetheless, the harder you tried to push the male kind, the more they emerged into your life. You succeeded, at first, to shrug them off and send them away, though after a while some very persistent persons tried their best to make you fall—but you did not. It had been hard from the start, yes, yet with the months passing by like a lightning you even forgot you were someone else’s crush.

Until a real fuckboy appeared—and then your life became the correct definition of torment.

In the month you’d gotten a letter from your chosen University, all the black and white colours in your life became the rainbow and you could not contain the endless happiness in your chest. You’d succeeded, you would be able to major in exactly what you wanted, in the college you always wished and dreamt about. It’s the greatest feeling in the universe, the feeling of getting free from a burden—like taking off from your shoulders a ton (or maybe two). You were, to say the least, the most joyful person in the galaxy.

On your first day, you’d decided it’d be a great opportunity to get to know the sophomores and juniors from your course—even to make new friends and understand how the college pretty much works. It was an excellent deal at first, all the older girls and boys extremely sweet and helpful.

But then Kim Doyoung showed up in your life—truth to be said, you had the perfect definition for his advent: Satan crawling out from hell.

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i walked with you once upon a dream (Prologue)

olicity || ao3 || mature || angst || 734 || more fics

summary: Connected since their respective births, Oliver and Felicity were soulmates. What started off as a person that they dreamed of at night, a person they had never before met, turned into the greatest thing they could have imagined. (summary written by @daniellepanabakery)
chapter word count: 734
chapters: prologue
a/n: okay so i decided to combine two ideas i had, two birds with one stone kind of thing…. i hope it makes sense. Also thank u @yellowflicker09011996 for the help ♥ 

inspired by x x


Felicity’s feet pounded against the metal of a fire escape as she ran. She panted, rounding a corner and pulling herself up higher onto the building. A pain in her side made her pause.

“Shit,” she placed her hand against the spot.

It was the muted feeling of hot steel was being dragged across her flesh. There was no wound under her dark purple leather. It wasn’t real. Or it wasn’t her pain; it was Oliver’s.

For a moment she was thrown off. He had been blocking her out, trying to keep her from feeling what he was going through, but that wasn’t helping anyone. If she couldn’t reach him then how did he expect her to find him. It was more than a little frustrating. All she wanted to do was bring him home and yet he was making it difficult.

“I’m coming for you, my love,” she breathed out the words, “I will never stop looking.”

She kept moving. There was no time to waste. Oliver had only been missing for over twenty three hours, but that was one day too many.  He had been taken by a sick psychopath hell bent on revenge. Every second away from him made it hard to breathe. He was her everything. Just like she was to him.

She had to find her husband and soon; she didn’t care if she had to tear the entire city apart to do so.

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