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Rosa, drawn in PS.

[Caption: A realistic digital painting of Rosa Diaz from Brooklyn Nine-Nine. Portrait is from the waist up. Rosa is wearing a black leather jacket over a button blouse. She has her hands in her pockets, and her black curly hair hangs loose around her shoulders. The background is a vivid pink gradient with ‘ROSA’ spelled in overlaid faded letters behind her head.]

Posts on: February 11th

Summary: In 2008, Dean takes over his late grandfather’s tailor shop in Normal, Illinois, and discovers an old leather flight jacket in the attic. A hand-painted set of wings on the back, the name Novak, and a three-quarters sewn circle of red cotton are the only clues he has to the jacket’s origins, and he enlists his historian brother to help him find the owner.

It doesn’t take long for Sam to trace the jacket to Lieutenant Castiel Novak–a pilot who lived in Dean’s apartment until his mysterious disappearance a few years after WWII–and what little information they find about him is fascinating. The guy was a stone cold badass. A stone cold fox, too, if the grainy old newspaper photo is anything to go by.

It’s to be expected that Dean idly wishes he could have known the man as he closes the annoyingly unfinished circle of thread on the jacket.

Less expected, however, is that wish coming true. 

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Wink

Originally posted by lowmans

Originally posted by justalittletumblweed

I could not for the life of me think of something to name this one. 😂

Request: Imagine Happy going to Gemma for advice on how to ask you to be his old lady. 
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Request: Happy imagine where he won’t admit that he has feelings for you til he  has to rush you to lockdown where he confesses.

~

“I can’t just leave, Hap. This is my job.”
“I aint giving you an option.”
“And since when do I take orders from you?” You leant against the wall and scanned the dimly lit room and the girls swinging around poles.
“Since you started fucking me. Im serious, (y/n). You need to come to the clubhouse, now.”
You rolled your eyes.
“Im at work, Hap. I don’t finish til nine.”
“Your only a bartender at a goddamned strip club. Now do as your told and-“
“Fuck you!”
And then the line went dead. He clenched the phone tightly in his hand.
“Fuck!”
Happy threw the burner at the wall and watched the cell phone break apart before hitting the floor.
He clenched his jaw.
Why were you always so goddamned difficult?
Happy stood and marched out of his dorm room.
The clubhouse was already beginning to fill up which only agitated him more.
“Hey Hap can you give my mom a hand bringing in the rest of the boxes?”
Happy stopped in his path and look at Jax, fighting an internal struggle before finally nodding and storming towards the door.
He wanted desperately to go and drag your stubborn ass back here but he knew he had responsibilities and he could at least help Gemma out first.
Jax watched him march across the room and turned to his brothers.
“Whats his problem?”
Juice raised his eyebrows. “How much time you got?”

“Where you want them ma?”
“Just sit them in the kitchen.”
Happy nodded and carried in the last boxes of groceries.
Gemma followed him, carrying a paper bag of vegetables with her.
“She coming in?”
Happy glanced at the Queen as he lifted the boxes onto the counter and shook his head.
“Nah, Imma go get her.”
“Bet she’ll love that.” Gemma smirked.
“Its for her own good.” Happy said and turned towards the door.
Gemma grabbed his arm, stopping him and he turned back to look at her.
“Lockdown aint easy for outsiders. You gotta make her know how serious this shit is.”
“Shes not an outsider.” Happy answered.
“Does she know that?”
She could tell by the way Happy looked away that they still hadn’t discussed the status of their relationship and she sighed before stepping in front of him.
She grabbed his shoulders, making him look at her.
“Look, sweetheart. (Y/n)s a good girl. She’s a good fit for you. You gotta lock that shit down before somebody else does.”
Happy nodded. “Thanks ma.”
“Your welcome baby.” She kissed his cheek. “Now go get her. Gates closing soon.”

~

“What can I get you?”
He eyed you up and down, a sleazy smile on his face.
“How bout a piece of that ass, huh?”
You fought the urge to roll your eyes and plastered the sweetest smile you could manage on your face.
“Oh honey, no amount of cash is gonna make that happen. So what’ll it be?”
“Just a beer.”
You nodded and turned to the fridge when you heard the security guard arguing and you glanced up to see Happy pushing his way into the club.
You took a deep breath and gave the man his beer before stepping out from behind the bar.
“Its okay, T. He’s with me.” You told the security guard.
Happy shoved away from him and walked towards you.
You put your hands on your hips and raised your eyebrows.
“What the fuck are you doing here Hap!?”
“You need to come with me.”
“Jesus christ.” You turned away from him and headed back to the bar, Happy hot on your heels. “I told you on the phone, I’m working.”
“(Y/n), please.” He grabbed your wrist and moved to stand in front of you, blocking your path.
You sighed and crossed your arms over your chest and glared up at him.
“The club is dealing with some shit. Our enemies are coming for us. I need to keep you safe.”
His voice was sincere, and he seemed genuinely concerned for your wellbeing.
You sighed and scanned the club.
Tuesdays were generally pretty quiet, and there was another bartender on.
“Gimme twenty minutes.”
The ghost of a smile played on his lips and he nodded.
“Ill be out the front. I’ll ride with you.”

~

You closed the car door and looked around the lot.
The place was packed, cars everywhere, around a dozen more bikes than what was normally here. And people gathered around the clubhouse.
happy was parking his bike and you walked towards him.
“Whys there so many people?”
Happy looked at you, a look of disbelief on his face.
“What?”
“Did you even listen to what I said on the phone? Clubs on lockdown. We need to keep everyone safe.”
You shugged.
“I thought you were just being over dramatic.”
Happy shook his head slowly and you rolled your eyes.
You both walked towards the clubhouse.
“Can you blame me? You don’t even let me drive home alone.”
“Im trying to protect you, (y/n).”
“I can protect myself, Hap.”
Happy sighed.
It was gonna be a long night.

You stepped out of the shower and wrapped the towel around your body and began to dry yourself off.
Despite what you initially thought, the night had actually been kinda enjoyable.
You’d been to dozens of parties at the clubhouse. You were best friends with a crow eater and that was how you’d ended up meeting Happy.
But tonight had had more of a family vibe and for the first time since meeting the Sons you could actually imagine this being your life.
The sense of home this place had, the sense of family was something you had never experienced before and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you want it.
All the guys had tried it on with you, that first night. They all assumed since your friend was a crow eater that you’d be easy too, but that was far from the case.
You loved the chase and you liked to make men work to get what was between your legs.
Until you’d met Happy. There was just something about him that had driven you crazy.
He was so mysterious, so dangerous and handsome. He had an energy about him that you were drawn to and you’d found yourself breaking rules for him..
That didn’t mean you’d given in to  him; he’d still had to work for it, just not as hard as the previous men in your life.He was suspicious of you, as were all they guys. You hung out with crow eaters, and they all had doubts about your intentions. Like maybe you were just trying to get a guy with a kutte, like all your friends were
It wasn’t purely sexual, as much as you hated to admit it. You were never one to crave relationships but you knew your feelings for Happy Lowman were the kinda thing people wrote songs about.
But god when he clenched his jaw it drove you wild, and you knew you’d never really be able to say no to him. You would  never admit it, but he had total control over you. You were undeniably in love with Happy.
He had rushed you here so fast you hadn’t bother to think of clothes and he hd offered you an old shirt of his to wear to bed.
You reached for it and pulled it over your head. It was big and baggy and it hung loosely over you, sitting on your upper thighs.
Slightly faded letters spelt SAMCRO across the front and you smiled as you breathed in the scent of him.
You stepped in front of the mirror and looked at your reflection.
Maybe one day you really would fit into his world, and maybe one day he would fall in love with you.
Maybe one day he could actually call you his girlfriend or, even his old lady.
One day, maybe. But for now; while you stood naked in the bathroom of his dorm room, the scent of him filling your lungs; you could pretend.

“What are you looking at, little girl?”
You smirked and stayed leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom.
Happy sat in bed, shirtless with the sheets draped loosely over him as he leant against the headboard, a joint between his fingers.
“Just admiring the view.”
Happy snorted and took a drag of his joint. “Come here.”
You pushed off the wall and skipped across the carpet and knelt on the bed beside him.
In clothes, Happy was the most beautiful man you’d ever seen, but out of them.. He was a masterpiece. You could spend hours looking at him, and you drowned in his tattoos and abs and every inch of his perfectly sculpted body.
He passed you the joint and you took a drag before passing it back to him.
“That suits you.” Happy said, gesturing to his shirt you were wearing.
You glanced down at it and brushed off the compliment.
“Greys not really my colour.”
Happy smirked and patted the pillow next to him.
You crawled over and tucked up next to him curling into his side, and he put his arm around your shoulder.
“Thank you for coming, (y/n). I know you didn’t want to.”
His voice always sounded huskier at night and you smiled at him.
“Im glad I came.”
“It wont be for long, couple days maybe.”
You groaned. “Ive got work tomorrow Happy, Im gonna lose my job if i don’t show up.”
Happy stubbed out the joint in the ashtray.
“I aint risking your life for a bartending job.”
“I can protect myself.”
He looked at you and sighed. “I know you can. But your staying here. Just go to sleep and we’ll sort it out tomorrow.”
“But I-“
His lips crashed against yours before you could protest and you gave in almost immediately.
His rough hands reached down and you moved into his lap, straddling him.
There was a sudden urgency to his kiss and he tugged the shirt up your body and lifted it over your head.
He tossed it to the ground and sat back.
You blushed under his gaze and he licked his lips as he looked at your bare chest before pulling you to his lips once more.

~

Happy watched you as you laughed with Lyla and Juice.
It had been two days since he had dragged you here and despite your initial protests you had actually been enjoying yourself.
He liked watching you, settling in with his brothers and their families. You seemed to fit in well.
Happy stood and headed to the kitchen.
Gemma was standing in front of the stove, stirring a large pot and Happy knocked softly on the wall to get her attention.
“Hey sweetheart,”
Happy nodded and leant against the counter. He pulled a toothpick from his pocket and placed it between his lips, rolling it across them with his tongue.
Gemma watched him intently.He was struggling with something.
“You told her yet?”
“Told her what?”
“That your in love with her.”
Happy paused and shook his head.
“I dont know how, Gem.” He said quietly. “Im not good at talking about this shit.”
“Look, sweetie. Girl like that, she don’t need to be told all the time. You want her to be an old lady?”
Happy nodded.
“Then you just gotta ask her. She’s good for you. Knows how to turn you on and treat you right. She’s been around the club enough to know what it means to be an old lady. She’s tough. She’ll keep you grounded. You need that.”
Happy nodded and rubbed at is neck.
“She loves you, sweetheart.” Gemma said reassuringly. “Take her on a date when all this is over. A real date. Ask her then.”
“Thank you momma.”
“Its okay baby.”

~

“Who wants a beer?”
Happy nodded and Jax and Opie raised their hands.
You nodded and headed to the bar.
Despite being locked in the club house all day you’d enjoyed every second.
Gemma had been watching you closely, but you got on well with the queen and she was always up to something, so you just ignored it.
The boys had been out for most of the day and you had leapt out of your seat the second you’d heard the bikes pulling into the lot.
Happy had to admit, coming home to you after a long day was something he could get used to.
You grabbed the beers, and one for yourself and headed back to them.
Happy met your eye as you walked and you smirked at him and tried to wink.
“Are you okay? Have you got something in your eye?”
“No, I’m.. I’m winking. Im trying to wink.”
Happy  raised his eyebrows and smirked while Jax and Opie laughed.
You blushed and passed the boys their beers.
“Thank you darlin.” Jax said, with an over exaggerated wink.
You laughed too and raised your middle finger at him.
Happy pulled you into his lap and you obliged, laying your hand casually across his broad shoulders.
The conversation was light and friendly and you were all laughing, except for Happy.
He couldn’t stop staring at you. His plans to take you on a date were flying out the window.
You tried to ignore it bit when Jax and Ope stood to go outside you turned to look at him.
“The fuck you staring at?” You asked and took a swig of your beer.
“I love you.”
You spat your beer at, spraying a mist over the table in front of you.
“What?” You wiped the beer dribbling down your chin.
“I love you.”  Happy repeated.
His voice sounded so.. nervous. Was the Tacoma Killer nervous?!
You stared at him, your mouth open, searching for any hint of a lie in those dark eyes of his.
But you saw only truth, and love.
You swallowed and placed your beer on the table in front of you before turning his lap to look at him fully.
“You love me?”
“I do.” He nodded.
You pressed your lips against his.
“I love you too, Happy.” You smiled against his lips.
He kissed you again and you breathed him in. You shifted in his lap til you were straddling him and he wrapped his arms around you.
“Get my crow.” He whispered against your lips.
You pulled back and looked at him questioningly.
“I want you to be my old lady.”
You pulled away from him and stood up and Happys face fell slightly.
You took a step backwards, your eyes never leaving his face.
“Is that a no?” He asked.
You smiled widely and shook your head.
“Its a yes, you dork.” You took another step back.
“Come on. I want my old man to pick where his crows gonna go.” You tugged your shirt down, flashing him a bit of cleavage and attempted another wink.
Happy smirked and stepped towards you, grabbing you by the waist and planting a kiss on your lips.
“You gotta work on that wink, little girl.”

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Once again I’m too lazy to edit, SO i hope theres no errors or autocorrect mistakes.. Hope you guys liked this one 😘

anonymous asked:

Can I request something? RFA + V & Saeran finding out MC has feelings for them.. but they don't feel the same way? ToT.

(。•́︿•̀。)


Yoosung

- You admitted it after a cute movie the two of you had watched. Little movie hang outs being a well-welcomed habit between the two of you

- But, as the words started pouring out, his expression turned so sad.

- “Mc… I really appreciate it, I do! I just… I don’t think we’d be good together.”

- Mr. Never-Had-A-Girlfriend was rejecting you, even after such flirting from before?

- When you asked him about that, he rubbed the back of his neck, unable to look you in the eyes.

- “Well… I think I was just confusing my feelings for you. I realized I just really admired you instead, and it was never anything more than that.”

- He was still sweet enough to try cheering you up when you started crying a bit. He even went on to tell you that just because he didn’t return your feelings, that it didn’t mean no one liked you at all.

- (In fact Zen had been making some hints towards you)

- But even after all his kind words, the two of you slowly stopped hanging out. It was hard talking to each other, and sometimes difficult even being in the same room.

- You kept it simple in the chat, but after every time you met in person, it was hard not to have the tears well up again.

Zen

- You decided to mail him a cute romantic letter. That way when he picked up his fan mail, he’d have a nice surprise from you!

- It was so worrying writing the letter. You wrote it over about five times before you finally sent it- With a stamp and card that reminded you of him.

- So you waited a day or two, and then you finally received a call from him.

- “Heyyy, Mc,”

- You giggled and greeted him back. “Did you get my letter?”

- “I did, I did. That’s, uh. Why I called…

- His tone wasn’t what you were expecting, and you frowned while waiting for him to continue.

- “It’s a sweet letter, it really is, and it’s so thoughtful, but… Mc, I think you don’t really like me for me.”

- “…What do you mean?”

- “All this stuff you wrote- It’s exactly what my fans write about the characters I portray. It isn’t anything about the real me. Just the me up on stage. I’m sorry, Mc. I… I don’t think it would be good for us to go out together. I think you’d just be disappointed.

- Your heart snapped. You couldn’t help it- The sniffles coming from your end as he bounced around from trying to cheer you up, to explaining how it was for the best.

- But you couldn’t do it. You hung up on him.

- He didn’t even try calling back.

- From then on, any time he popped in while you were on the chat, you instantly logged off. Any time Jaehee got a bit too excited about his new plays, you popped off. Hell, even when Jumin let out a small complaint about Zen you found your chest constricting and needing to go cry privately.

- The parties were hard, but at least he was always swarmed by fans.

Jumin

- To see him, you had to work within his schedule. His busy, hectic, schedule.

- When you walked in after thanking Jaehee, you fumbled with your hands.

- “What were you needed to discuss? Was it about the next party? Any funds that are needed I’ll be willing to cover.”

- “No, no, it’s not about that.”

- He finally brought his head up from his paperwork, giving you a curious look.

- “Jumin, lately I’ve realized my feelings-”

- “I’m sorry, Mc, but no.”

- He… he didn’t give you a chance to even finish.

- “I’ve noticed for a while you had started acting like most women towards me, so I knew this day was coming, but no. Don’t worry, I’ll still talk to you. The RFA needs to continue the parties, anyway.”

- You stood awkwardly for a moment before nodding a bit and excusing yourself.

- You didn’t get on the chat for a few days, or even open up the app. When you did, you were greeted with so many texts.

- Of course Jumin had nonchalantly mentioned it! You felt so stupid, so childish.

- You couldn’t even look him in the eyes anymore.

Seven

- He knew it as soon as you started bouncing jokes right back at him

- He knew it the moment you didn’t care he was pushing you away, the moment you promised to help him find his brother.

- He knew it, and it hurt so much.

- After the commotion died down, you had tied a note around the little cat robot he made for you, and had it surprise him one day. You thought it would be cute!

- You thought he liked you back.

- But suddenly you were spammed with on onslaught of messages.

- “I’m sorry, Mc, I’m so so sorry.”

- That was the basic summary of the messages. He felt so bad, you could tell from his texts, but he still couldn’t afford someone getting close to him. Not with his past.

- Not with his brother still having issues.

- “I love you, I do, just not like that. I won’t be able to ever love anyone like that.”

- You ended up getting rid of the stuff he had made for you, but you still kept the cat.

- At least it was able to cheer you up.

Jaehee

- While it was true she was into girls… She couldn’t bring herself to actually date one.

- The worries of being openly together, the worries of being attacked or yelled at… She couldn’t live that life, much less could she do that to you.

- When you admitted your feelings to her, with a cute cookie set that spelled it out, she felt her heart drop as she rejected you.

- It was for the best, you both knew it, but god that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.

- She tried cheering you up, but what could she do?

- Everytime she was on the chat, you tried your best to converse with her, but it was clear to everyone you were still hurting

- She was still hurting

V

- You had made him such a cute and sweet letter in brail. He had recently fully learned it, something he was so proud of.

- So you mentioned you had a surprise and handed him your special letter.

- He was smiling at first, but as his fingers ran through the letter, his smile quickly faded.

- He ended up putting the letter to the side halfway through.

- “Mc… You know I still love her.”

- You were suddenly thankful he couldn’t see you that well. Your fists clenched, your eyes watered, and you even felt that familiar hot buildup of saliva in your mouth.

- You wanted to puke.

- “I know…I know feelings are so easy to catch, I know your feelings are most likely sincere. But I’m sorry. I can’t let go of her. I don’t think I ever can.”

- You put on a fake voice, smiling and trying to act like you understood.

- But how could he still be so blindly in love with someone who caused him so much pain?

- You didn’t visit him again after that. Jumin was a bit concerned, but after meeting with V again he knew.

- RFA parties were really awkward after that.

Saeran

- How could you have feelings for someone like him? How could you like someone who had killed people with his bare hands?

- The moment you handed him such a cutesy pink letter, he didn’t want to read it. You could see the apprehension etched on his face.

- When he crumpled up the letter, you realised maybe he wasn’t as recovered as he seemed.

- “You can’t handle me, mc, don’t even pretend that you can.”

- You tried to explain yourself a bit, not expecting him to get so upset, but that just made the issue worse.

- “I can’t trust you! You don’t know me! You don’t know anything about me, expect I’m the ‘poor person’ with a horrible childhood and I was taken in by some cult. Hell, my own brother doesn’t even know me yet. Why the hell do you think you know me?”

- You couldn’t talk, you just bit your lip and tried not to make your tears too obvious, but that failed when he threw your letter at you.

- “Get out of my sight.”

- Later on, when you finally managed to look at your phone, you saw so many texts from Seven, apologizing for Saeran’s behavior, but honestly… You knew he was right.

- You didn’t know him.

Torn

So I tore you from the pages of my book.
Dozens at a time,
I tore you from its spine;
Pale paper,
Hands fleeting,
Heart bleeding.
You were the worst kind of ending;
Faded letters,
I could never quite make out what you said.

a.g.case

…and she will be rewritten

Chapter Five: I Lost You

Lafayette x Reader 

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five

Note: So here it is… I’m sorry about this. A 100% fluffy Lafayette fic will be posted really soon for you guys to heal from this one. But anyway please enjoy the final chapter!

Disclaimer: I don’t speak French more that the basics so all my French comes from google translate. I apologize if it’s dreadful. 

Word Count: 1460

Tagged: @texasprincess3 @chuckisgod @hamiltonsquills @pearltheartist @zoemonster200 @dem-shitposts-n-stuff @hamrevolution @gonnamurderyou

Originally posted by jayvoom

“Morning Lafayette, how are you this morning?” Y/N’s nurse Julia asks as Lafayette makes his way past the nurses station.

Over the past two weeks while Y/N has been stuck in the hospital he’s been in to visit so often that he’s on a first name basis with all the nurses.

“Late, I couldn’t get a cab over here. It took me 15 minutes to get one to stop for me” he explains, partially out of breath. “I ran from the cab up here I didn’t want mon amour to have to wait longer for me”

Julia laughs, his excitement to see Y/N always endearing to her.

“Well go on in, she’s awake and waiting for you” she says, patting his shoulder.

With a grin he heads into Y/N’s room, she’s looking better than she has the past few days but Lafayette knows that at this point he shouldn’t let that get his hopes up.

“Bonjour amour” he says, placing his bag on the floor as he leans in to kiss her forehead.

“Hey babe” her face breaks into a smile as he pulls his laptop out of his bag. “Last four episodes right?” She asks.

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The Tattoo Artist

Pairing: Y/N/Soulmate!Calum

Rating: PG-All

Request: No

Words: 4.450+

Summary: In which everyone gets a name tattoo of their soulmate on their wrist when they turn eighteen but Y/N doesn’t believe in it and wants hers covered up by the male tattoo artists whose shop is right down the street

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Shape of You [Kyle Spencer x Reader]

Warnings: SMUT, alcohol, unprotected sex (remember kiddos, wrap it before you tap it), gross bar & grill bathrooms (pretend this one isn’t gross)

Word Count: 1,301

A/N: Aye I’m back with some Kyle Spencer smut (yes please excuse how ?? it is, all of my smut is like wow?) Surprisingly, I haven’t gotten any smut requests for him, but I needed this in my life, so I wrote it. And quickly, let me fucking share this with you. Like c’mere Eddy, I’ll ride your pony. Just hit me up. Also, the fact didn’t proofread this and it was written at 3:45am might lead to things being a little off.

But seriously, no glove no love. Special circumstances only.

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Stay (part 5)

Originally posted by hunterchesters

Pairing: Sam x Reader (we’re getting closer guys)
Summary: God tells Sam and Dean that they do, in fact, have soulmates out there.
Warnings: very sad Sammy, little bit of fluff if you squint real hard.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4


Sam was not okay with this plan. Sam wasn’t even told about this plan until it was already in action and being followed through.
“Why are we going to Texas again? I told you, Dean, I just wanna go home,” Sam sighed, slumping against the car as he stretched his legs.
“I told you, Sammy, this is just a pit stop,” Dean said, slightly frustrated at his brother’s nagging. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he put the gas nozzle in Baby and waited as she was being filled.
Sam watched as Vivienne crawled out the door and wrapped her arms around his brother, giving him a small squeeze; he didn’t fail to notice the serene smile that took over Dean’s face in just a few seconds of being in her embrace.
“Thank you,” he whispered into her hair, taking the nozzle out and putting it back at the pump and closing the gas cap.

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Thief Pt 2 // Park Jimin

Pt. 1

- Part Two: Coach

summary: in which prince jimin doesn’t know that his future wife is not only trying to steal from him, but is also trying to kill him.

words: 2,001

category: prince au, fantasy au

author note: here is the second part as promised!

- destinee

Originally posted by eatkookiie

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Jughead & Reader: Just Like The Movies

Summary: For years you’ve crushed on Jughead Jones but never had the courage to tell him. One night the two of you are at a party and neither of you are having a good time. Jughead decides to take you to the drive-in where the two of you spend the night together.

Requested by: anonymous


Listen to: Greek Tragedy - The Wombats


“Come on! Dance with us!” Veronica said as she tried to pull you off the couch. You wouldn’t budge. 

“No thanks.” You laughed shyly, afraid that if you obliged you would only embarrass yourself in front of all the people at your school. You spent your entire high school career avoiding possible embarrassing situations so you could make it until graduation without people laughing at you. 

Veronica playfully rolled her eyes at you then let you go to sit alone on the couch. The party seemed fun and you thought that there would be a possibility of having a good time, so you decided to join your friends. But as soon as you stepped inside and saw all of the under-age drinking going on and the terrible dancing, you decided you were more comfortable just watching. 

Though you spent a good amount of time laughing at awkward situations you observed, like Dilton Doiley getting rejected by one of the high school seniors, or Moose accidentally spilling his beer all over Kevin, you honestly wanted to go home. 

Parties weren’t really your thing because you hated dancing, hated a lot of the music they played, found no joy in dancing with guys you thought were creepy, and didn’t enjoy drinking. The only reason you stayed was because you were holding out hope that maybe he’d show up. 

Jughead Jones was similar to yourself. He also hated parties and basically anything to do with Riverdale. But a lot of his friends were at the party and you thought that maybe they’d also force him to come. You were hopeful. 

You decided it was getting a little too crowded in the house so you walked out to the backyard. A few groups of people were hanging around, talking and drinking so you weren’t totally alone as you had expected. You looked around the backyard and found a bench near a garden. You sat down and thought of how many excuses you could use to leave, when someone joined you. 

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Let’s Stay Together | one [m]

Genre: angst, fluff, smut, horror 

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Word Count: 7.6k 

Summary: In the year 1977, two lovers run away from reality, wanting nothing more than to live life together under the radar. Little do they know, in the new strange place they call home, everyone’s eyes are on them. And one person in particular feels the need to get a closer look.

A/N: I know this was a long time coming, and it wasn’t on my original list of planned fics, but you know when an idea just won’t leave you alone? Yeah. That’s what this is. Enjoy!

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“You’re not at all nervous? I mean, we’ve never seen the place. It could be something we’ll need help with.”

“I’m more excited than anything. And if we have to do a lot of work, it’ll just make it even more special when we’re done. It’ll truly be our home.” His beaming boxy smile grows impossibly larger as he hits the gas when the city limits come into view. You smile too and look ahead, completely okay with whatever cards that fate will hand you as long as you are with Taehyung.

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You both eloped last week. Your opportunistic parents had somewhat of an arranged marriage for you and this wealthy businessman; his name was Park Jimin, heir to the infamous Park Oil Industries. You didn’t love him, though. The man was a true Casanova- as slick as the oil his father forced out of the ground. You couldn’t be in love with someone who was already toxically in love with himself… and every long-legged secretary that strutted into his office.

Taehyung was working on one of Park’s fancy new skyscrapers in the city when you found him. He was strong, picking up eight-foot steel beams with ease. His face was covered in dirt and grime, but you could tell he had the most beautiful tan skin. It was when he took off his bright yellow hard hat and wiped the sweat from his brow when you realized who he was. You could never forget those brows. He ruffled his chocolate brown locks and, as if by chance, turned his head to the right and made eye contact with you. He recognized you immediately. His lips curled into a knowing smile- one that hit you like a fucking freight train.

Your parents were always so pleased when you told them you were paying a visit to Park’s new building. The wedding was approaching quickly, and any extra planning for the extravagant event was encouraged by them. Little did they know, their ‘angel of a daughter’ wasn’t going to see her betrothed, let alone think about her wedding. She was at the nearby hotel, getting screwed every which way by the hunk in the yellow hard hat, her old high school sweetheart…

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red umbrella

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

in which it’s raining again.

genre: angst (with a very, very slight mention of sex)

― yoongi x reader

a/n: inspired by soyou and baekhyun’s rain and kikwang of beast/lee da in’s drama twenty


    HE STILL REMEMBERS. Everything―like it all happened yesterday. He remembers seeing you shiver in the cold rain with your red umbrella. He remembers how especially vibrant the red was compared to the gloomy monotonous bus station. He remembers how much he thought that umbrella was an eyesore. He remembers how you offered to share that ugly umbrella with him after seeing that nothing was protecting him except his flimsy black, black hoodie. He remembers how, even though he could only see you through the raindrops in his eyelashes, you were stunning. You leaned against him subconsciously to warm yourself, taking no notice of how his heart skipped a beat and how he closed his eyes, drinking in the moment as if it were his lifeline.

He was in love.

He is in love.

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The Murder In My Backyard

by reddit user Pippinacious

I’ll be posting new, different stories on my personal blog, please be sure to follow @sixpenceeeblog

There was no love at first sight, no stomach fluttering feeling of “This is the one!”, just the realization that this was the best my budget could get me. My realtor, already frustrated with how many times I’d said no to other places, watched anxiously over my shoulder as I signed the papers, as if she was afraid I’d back out at the last minute, and just like that, I was the less-than-proud owner of a decades old house and all the issues that came with it.

Still, I told myself as I was handed the keys, it was better than continuing to live with my all too recent ex-husband.

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Luck of the Draw

word count: 1431

Reader x Jin

Genre: fuckboy!Jin, soulmates name on wrist!au

A/N: This may be the first in a series based on how well you react to it, also please note that fuckboy Jin can be a dick, but the main reason Y/N hates him is because she knows she can’t resist his charms, and she hates him and herself for it.  

The silver balloons wafted from side to side between the clutter of people in the room. The gentle glow of the strobe lighting illuminating them. Banners reading ‘Happy New Year’ hung gently from every doorway and staircase, drawing attention to why I was here. In the middle of the dance floor my best friends were dancing. The silver in each of their dresses, glittering like stars as their bodies swayed to the music. And usually I would join them, making an effort to seem outstanding. But tonight I was completely rattled. The golden sequins on my dress drawing attention that was undesired. The only thing that calmed the rapid beating of my heart was the overbearing nature of straight vodka. And I consumed another heavy gulp.

‘REMEMBER ALL YOU 21 YEAR OLDS THIS YEAR, OUR SOULMATES NAME WILL SHOW UP ON OUR WRIST AS SOON AS IT HITS NEW YEAR!’

I groaned, every five minutes there was a constant reminder of why my anxiety levels had skyrocketed. A reminder of everything I was trying to forget. On the contrary I had always wanted a tattoo, but not like this. I’ve never wanted someone’s name imprinted on my skin. I sighed as collapsed back in my chair in the corner of the room, every so often grabbing unsuspecting people’s drinks  and chugging them as they turn away to dance.

I glanced around the room, my gaze lingering on the people I knew, but I managed to lock eyes with the one person I despised. I may have been hysterical, but Jin looked far more nervous than me. Although that’s due to the lack of a soulmate at the age of 24. A cheeky grin appears on his face as he gestured to the swarm of girls glued to him, seemingly suggesting I should join them. My eyes roll out of habit, as I push myself off my chair and grab another drink. Without thinking I’m wandering through the party, and as my head turns back to where he stood I notice him laughing. He seems to be talking to one of his goddess like companions. Yet his eyes wander constantly and when the find me once again he chuckles. My eyes crinkle, almost shut, trying to wrap my head around the deceitful boy. He chuckles once again, his mouth raising higher on the left side, clearly finding our facial-expression-across-the-room-discussion amusing. My eyes lower, and I quickly find Mina dancing in the centre of the floor. ‘Hey,’ I call to her, gaining her attention quickly, ‘I’m going to head over to where the boys are drinking, okay?’ My cup filled hand pointing in the direction of my plans as she nods softly.  

Nevertheless, Jin cuts me off before I reach my friends. ‘Hi Y/N.’ He smirks, his glasses generously grazing the tip of his nose as they fall. ‘Nervous?’ His tongue grazes his lips painstakingly slowly as his eyes flicker between my eyes and lips. ‘Bet I’m still doing better than you.’ I mock pushing his glasses back up his nose. ‘Oh really?’ He holds his bottom lip between his teeth, as he leisurely leans his face into the crook of my neck, his cologne lacing the air around us. ‘Prove it.’ His voice adorned with lust and breathlessness, his fingers beginning to drift up and down my arms, causing small shivers to run through me. I push Jin’s body away from me, and he pouts, showcasing his bright pink lips. ‘Come on angel face,’ the nickname rolling off his tongue naturally, as a wave of small goose bumps flush over me. ‘I could make you feel so good.’ His hands moved towards my hips, but I interrupted his longing by intertwining our fingers and raised them up to my face. I sighed, trusting myself to resist the delicious charms of a fuckboy, ‘I’m disinclined to acquiesce to your request.’ His eyes scanned the way my eyes widened at his huge hand enveloping my own, his brow furrowing in confusion of my statement. His face contorted making the smallest creases around his nose and his eyebrows. I decided to see how far I could push him, pushing onto my toes and letting my lips graze over as his, letting them follow mine until I reached his ear.  ‘Means no.’ I looked back at him and dropped back to flat feet, staring into his disconcerted eyes.

I could feel his lips tug into a smug smile as my back turned to him. ‘Hey, Y/N!’ He jerked his head up to call me as I took a few steps away from him, his smug smile boring into me, ‘Did it hurt?’ I turned to him and rolled my eyes slowly, ‘When what, I fell from heaven?’ my disgusted gag was obvious as he slowly approached me, gradually intertwining our hands again, ‘No.’ he smiled, shaking his head slightly, the smile slowly dissolving into a pout as I sighed exasperatedly, ‘What then?’ my gaze shifted into a distrustful glare fixed on his eyes. A sly grin crept onto his face, looking like the devil had placed it there himself, ‘When you fell for me.’ His hands gripping mine softly and bringing them into our view as his grin only grew.

I immediately dropped his poisonous hands and ran as quickly as I could to my friends, hearing his devious laugh ring in my ears.

Before anyone could even greet me I grabbed Jacksons cup of vodka and chugged the entire thing. ‘Looks like someone’s a little nervous.’ Jackson chuckled, as he poured himself another one. ‘I don’t care if the person’s one of you guys, I don’t want to know that my life is promised away, that I’ve been genetically modified since birth to be with this person.’

‘Y/N if it makes you feel any better you know that you don’t have to be with whoever your wrist shows up with.’ Yoongi says, speaking from experience. He had the name show up the year he turned 21, two years ago. Just like everyone else his age.

‘But everyone else will want to be with their soulmate right?’ I finished his next sentence for him, taking another Jaebum’s cup before he could protest and emptying it into my all too eager stomach. ‘By the way, how is life with a soulmate?’

‘It sucks, even though they know they’re the only one you love they still get nervous when you go out. Mine seems to think I’m going to cheat.’ He ran one hand through his hair, dishevelling it as he released a very heavy sigh. ‘Anyway, soulmates are supposed to be either someone you’ve been in love with for a while, or you were destined to be with. So you’ll be fine.’ He patted me on the back, but it was the least comfort I’d felt in a while. The more the night moved on the more agitated I felt, the more tense I became.

And all too soon, it was the countdown to New Year.

‘TEN’

My immediate reaction was to begin downing as many drinks as I could and I grabbed Yoongi’s hand and gripped it tight.

‘NINE’

‘EIGHT’

His thumb ran over the back of my hand, caressing it softly so that I could calm down, as I muttered the words ‘Save me’ to him.

‘SEVEN’

‘SIX’

‘FIVE’

I saw Mina run over to me and grab my other hand, because she was so overwhelmingly excited that she’d finally see who her soulmate was.

‘FOUR’

‘THREE’

‘Good luck.’ Yugyeom whispered to all of us as he and the rest of the Maknae liners ran off giggling.

‘TWO’

‘ONE’

That’s when I saw it, the black ink that faintly began to rise on my right wrist, and seeing the name in person made me practically faint. Mina leaned over to me and got me to breathe properly. ‘Remember the first name that appears on your wrist is your worst enemy. Look mines changing now.’ She called. And as I looked over I saw the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

It was unmistakeable but the name ‘Byun Baekhyun’ written in bold black letters faded away to reveal the name ‘Jackson Wang’. But the colour was wrong, it looks like someone carved it into her skin with a knife. It’s supposed to be black. 

I looked back at my wrist but it hadn’t changed. I waited for five minutes, slowly moving up to ten but the name on my wrist never changed.

There written in black in perfect cursive was the name,

Kim Seokjin.

Commander (Pt. 1)

Bucky Barnes x female!OC

Summary: Earth has some new and unexpected saviors teaming up with the Avengers as they wait for the inevitable arrival of Thanos.

Warnings: Slow burn, some swearing

A/N: So this is my new series guys. It’s the longest series I’ve written so far and I’m not even done with it yet. Tags are open so if you like to be tagged feel free to ask. GIF is my edit but not my original, if you know the original artist let me know and I’ll credit them but I was unable to locate them. If you have any questions about why you’ve been tagged in this fic please see THIS post. Also I’m a sucker for art so if you for some reason feel compelled to do art of my characters please tag me in it so I can reblog it endlessly. 

PS: I’m terrible at summaries, I’m always worried I’m going to give too much away…


She had been living on this god-forsaken planet on and off for almost half of a century and everything had been fine and dandy up until the past few years. Then Thor and Loki decided to show their royal faces and now shit was getting real. After the battle of New York with the Chitauri, she had been keeping a very close eye on the Avengers and everything they were doing. Based on their most recent antics and the rumors she had heard floating around the other universes, it was inevitable that Thanos was going to be showing up here soon. She spent months calculating and analyzing everything preparing for her departure but now the time had come and she needed to leave before it was too late.

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I refuse to make this into a story of our love.
Everyone has heard enough about that already.
This is an apology to the way love fades.

This is me saying I am sorry for putting more dates on the calendar that you do not want to live through.
This is me saying I am sorry for staining you.
For running.
For leaving.
For not coming back.

This is an apology to the both of us for how long this has taken me.
How one moment we were a bright light in the sky; shades of purple painted across the softest storm.
Radio playing gently in the background.
How the next moment you and I were taking turns at falling apart.
Dim lights on a dark road; hardly being able to see anywhere in front of us.
Rain falling too violently.
Windshield wipers not moving fast enough.

This is all the sorries I never said and you never said.
This is me forgiving you for breaking my heart.
Even the hairline fractures.
This is me forgiving you for that letter; for that last blow when my love came crashing down.
Even that time you said you were just frozen in your emotions and you did not want that feeling in your chest.

This is me saying sorry for waiting too long.
This is me sending paper airplanes to the moon.
Forgetting only to remember when you said loving me was miserable.
The hands on the clock are still standing.
Waiting
and
Waiting.

This is an apology to you.
To love.
To us.
To who we were.

The way love fades is so quietly.
Nobody ever notices until the words fall clumsily out of mouth.

—  an apology to the way fades.