okay i still recoiled at this

We’re not having a baby!

And this is our “Not Pregnant” announcement!

Okay, but when will people please STOP defining women by their desire and ability (or lack thereof) to procreate?

Many women who can’t have children are heartbroken by it, and I am not for one second saying they should feel any other way, but how much of that is fueled by societal perceptions? Why are we made to feel like we must make our own child or else we’re a failure?

Where is the encouragement to find your unique happiness? To pursue and master something you love? To maybe adopt children who desperately need a family?

Be there to support the women in your life in whatever their sadness is, for as long as they need to be sad. But please stop telling them that they have to be upset. Accept their happiness just as you would their sadness.

When people ask why I don’t have kids yet, I used to tell them “I can’t” (because providing a reasonable excuse was easier than explaining I don’t want kids and choose not to have any).

I would immediately receive a very heartfelt “I am so sorry…”, which is genuinely kind of them.

But when I tell them how okay it is, how happy I am with my life and my body as it is, how fulfilled I am, they literally recoil and stare at me as if something were terribly wrong with me.

It turns out I am not “allowed” to be okay with me, not permitted to be happy about all of my abilities and disabilities.

I had a tubal ligation two years ago. I am still young, I’m 29 now, but I am as completely happy with that decision as I was when I made it.

We are happy that I can’t have a baby.

We are thrilled

Not in spite of our circumstances, because of them!

We love the opportunities and the challenges in our lives.

We pursue our careers, I do Ironman triathlons, he plays tennis, we cook and we explore and we get to know people of all ages.

We laugh a whole lot.

We are happy.

Because we aren’t having a baby.

Mexican Gold

Today was your last day of being a weapons buyer. You had taught your apprentice all she needed to know, and she had done you proud. A quick learner that oozed confidence was what you needed to replace you. However, as it was your last day, it meant it was your first day of being an actual Blackwatch agent.

Luckily it had come in time quick enough for you and Jesse to go on that bloody mission together. From studying the brief, it wasn’t too complicated; you had to travel to Dorado to take out a couple of Los Muertos members as they had been stirring up quite a bit of trouble. You, of course, have never killed anyone before. You bought in weapons. Not used them. Reyes had comforted you, saying you were supporting Jesse more than anything. That made it slightly better, but you still needed to prepare yourself for the worst. You are a part of Blackwatch after all.

You and Jesse had decided to meet in the mess hall to go over any final details before taking the dropship tomorrow to a small village outsite of Dorado.
“But what if we set up a trap here?” You emphasised, pointing at the map.
“Darlin’. That’s dumb. A doorway?”
“Yes, a doorway. What’s wrong with that?”
Jesse chuckled and sighed at the same time.
Because that is where we’re set up. I understand that y'all don’t want anybody coming in to where we are, but how’re we supposed to get out?”
You re-looked at the map, your finger still hovering over the doorway. You slammed your hand down on the map in exasperation.
Okay then, where would you put the trap?”

McCree brought his eyes up to meet yours. “I know you’re new to this.” His eyebrows furrowing slightly.
You raise an eyebrow, lips pursed.
“I know. I’m trying to understand all the strategies and tactics and-”
“It’s okay, doll. Really.”
He placed his hand calmly on top of yours. You felt comforted, as his hand engulfed yours. Your shoulders relaxed; you hadn’t realised how tense they were.
“So.. where would you put them then?”
Jesse grinned, gently brushing your hand towards you so it fell onto your lap. He pointed at the back entrace of the building your gear was to be stationed in. You cocked your head.
“Darlin’, think ‘bout it. If they find where we’re set up, they ain’t gonna be chargin’ through the front door, are they?”
You huffed. Annoyed that he was right.
“You’ll learn soon ‘nough.” A half smile forming on his face.
“Jesse..” You warned. He had gotten the hint plenty of times that you despised being patronised. He exaggerated rolling his eyes at you, still smiling. You tapped his hand lightly with yours, a slight frown forming on your brows.
“Okay, c'mon. Got'cha weapons set up?”
“Yes, sir.” You replied. You saw Jesse recoil slightly, cheeks tinged with pink. Amusement lit up your face. “Well I never though you would be into that.” You smirked.
Now it was his turn to frown. “Not now, (Y/N). We’re try'na work on a mission.”
“Not even trying to deny it?”
Jesse looked up at you, both hands flat on the table, you now having his undivided attention. “I can show you.” He growled.
“No, Jesse. We’re trying to work on a mission.” You stifled a chuckle. Your smile, however, faltered when you saw how dark his eyes had become. He was half standing, your positions making it so he cast a shadow from the fluorescent light in the room, towering over you.
“Now lil’ missy, are ya gonna listen or sit there gigglin’ like a schoolgirl?”
Your eyes widened. The palms in your lap became clammy as the laughter was wiped off of your face.
“I’m try'na help you. This is officially your first day in Blackwatch and you’re already attempting to take the piss outta ya superior?”
Your eyes became downcast, mouth downturned.
“Sorry, Jesse. I didn’t mean to-”
“Darlin’, look at me.”
You cautiously brought your eyes up to meet his. Your lips snarled and eyebrows creased when you were faced with a shit-eating grin.
Fuck you.”
Suddenly standing up, you pushed the bench out from underneath you. It screeched, even making Jesse flinch.
“I have had enough of your shit.” Your index finger pointed right his nose, him flicking between looking at you and going cross eyed to look at your finger. “The only reason I’m supporting you is because the head of Blackwatch asked me to.”
“Darlin’, I’m sorry-”
“Don’t you ’darling’ me.”
You snatched your hand back, face the epitome of thunder.
“I’ll see you at dawn.”
You stalked out.


Your duffel bag had been packed with the necessities for at least three days now. You were jittery from excitement, or was it nerves? You weren’t entirely sure. It was too early for your brain to be functioning properly; you needed a coffee and you needed it now. You still had to wait for McCree to turn up at the meeting point though before slipping off.

Yesterday’s meeting left a bitter taste in your mouth. It was all that kept running over in your mind.

Was I too harsh?

No. Maybe?

Should I apologise?

Absolutely. No, wait-

He should apologise to me!

He should, but come on, will he?

“Mornin’.” A heavy thud snapped you from your internal battle. McCree’s head was tilted to one side, eyes searching your face, hand loose by his side from where he had been holding his bag.
“G'morning,” you yawned. “Look, about yesterday-”
“I should'n'ta done what I did.”
“Tease me? Prank me?”
“I thought Reyes said you could handle me?”
“Don’t answer a question with a question.”
“Don’t avoid my question’ by try'na correct my grammar.”
You threw your hands up in mock surrender.
“I can’t be doing this now.”
You hastily bent down and grasped the handles of your bag, walking down the hangar hallway.

The dropship had been prepared for your four hour flight. Everything from nourishment to take with you on the mission to cards as entertainment. Your shoes clicked on the steel ramp to the entrance of ship.
“(L/N), (Y/N).”
“Welcome, Agent (Y/N).”
“Thanks, Athena.”
Your heart fluttered at the sound of hearing 'agent’ before your name. Athena had perked you up a bit.
“McCree, Jesse.”
“Welcome, Agent McCree.”

You scanned around the interior, finding a place to store your luggage. Jesse had the same idea, coming up behind you and waiting for you to be done. His hand brushed on top of yours to stop you from closing the locker so he could place his on the bottom shelf. You tutted, and made way for one of the seats around the edge.
“Agents, please secure your seatbelts. We will be lifting off in approximately two minutes.”

You pulled a belt from above your left shoulder to lock in between your legs, the same for above your right shoulder. You then pulled down the over the shoulder restraints and clipped them in, something you would describe similar to what they used to have on rollercoasters. Jesse had of course decided to choose the seat to the left of yours. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see him mimicking your actions.

Stop it. He’s only following the procedure to securing himself in. He isn’t copying you to annoy you.

You rested your head against the padded headreast, closing your eyes.

“Take off initiated.”

Your hands gripped the handles on the restraints. The jets started up, the ship lifting. It was such a unique feeling when your stomach dropped. You hated it.

Something warm covered your hand, the feeling making you open your eyes to look. Jesse’s hand was placed on top of yours. He could clearly see you were not used to flying in the drop ship. A small smile graced your lips. You shut your eyes again and succumbed to blissful sleep, the coffee you wanted and your spite with Jesse forgotten.


Coffee. The sweet smell of coffee. You opened one eye hesitantly. You saw Jesse by the makeshift kitchen station brewing a pot. A crick in your neck was sorted by cracking it; you must have slept at an awkward angle. Unclipping your harnesses, you stretched your legs.
“Mornin’ again, sunshine.”
“What time is it?”
It’s high-”
Before he could finish, you had lobbed a pachimari that was by your foot, hitting him square in the face.
“Forget I asked.”
His mouth hung open slightly, shocked.
“What’s the matter? Pachimari got your tongue?” You giggled.
He tightened his lips, however, he gave himself away by the corners of his lips resisting to turn up.
“That was terrible. Have some coffee.”
You gladly accepted, grasping a mug and tilting the coffee pot to pour it.

“We clash, don’t we?”
Jesse looked up from blowing on his coffee to try and cool it.
“Wouldn’t change it for the world.”
You hummed in agreement. That was a shorter conversation regarding that subject than what you thought.
“How much longer?” You pondered, taking a sip.
“Around an hour. We’ll have to make a bit of a trek before we reach the village.”
“That’s fine.”


The last hour passed quickly, you and Jesse making small talk. You learnt a bit about him, nothing that everyone didn’t already know. He seemed hesitant to talk about Deadlock, or anything before he joined Overwatch. It was a change to hear it from him, rather than rumours around the base.

“Agents, please prepare for landing.” Athena’s voice echoed.

You and McCree strapped yourselves in, bracing to land. Looking out the window, you could see the crests of the waves of the ocean, with a brown, grassy edging. Clinging onto the handles, the ship landed without any problems. You couldn’t, however, see any villages nearby.

“So how long is this 'trek’?”
“Did you happen t'even so much as glance at the brief?”
Jesse looked at you.
“It’s about four clicks out.”
“I have no idea what you just said.”
“Clicks. Kilometers.”
“Oh,” you paused, “Yeah, I still don’t really know how long that would take?”
“Around forty to fifty minutes.”

You unbuckled your harnesses and made your way over to pick up your bags. Hopefully the walk shouldn’t take too long.


After countless times of you blaming Jesse for being lost and him arguing back, you finally made it to the safehouse in the village nearby Dorado. It was perfect for setting up an inconspicuous base. Jesse had gone to set up the traps at the back door; you just had to remember to never go out that way. There was a spare room on the top floor where you would unload your equipment: laptop, hardcopy files, weapons. You had all day to scope out who you were looking for, and decided it would be best to attack under the cover of darkness.

A rental car had been prepared for you and Jesse, posing as a tourist couple here for the Festival de la Luz. Jesse thought it would be better for him to drive. You agreed as you weren’t sure if he knew if you didn’t actually know how to drive. You should probably tell him at some point.

“It’s so pretty!”
“Yeah, doll. It is.” Jesse spoke fondly.
The town was covered in lights, piñatas and streamers. You’d never been to a festival before and the sights amazed you. Jesse managed to sneak into a parking space near the centre of the town, allowing you a quick getaway should you need it. The odd thing was that there weren’t many people around. You brushed it off; it was the middle of the day and was probably too hot to be out in the glaring sun.

A loud bang brought you out of your daydream. You and Jesse exchanged looks and were on high alert. You sighed in relief as you saw it was just a market stand that had fallen over, a couple of apples rolling down the cobbled street. Jesse grabbed your arm and pulled you to the ground. What you hadn’t noticed was the terrifying group of men harrassing the stall owner, waving rifles around.

Ah. That’s why there’s no people.

They were shouting at the owner in something what you assumed to be Spanish, appearing to be threatening him.

“Crawl.” Jesse whispered.
You were happy to oblige. Everyone else around had scarpered or were hiding. You had some stalls covering your position, but wood wouldn’t stop bullets. Your bare knees bumped against the cobbled lane. A pair of well polished black boots appeared in front of you, and you squeaked from surprise.

“Turistas!” The voice above you exclaimed. You made the mistake of looking up, greeted with a horrifying sight. The man’s face was covered with brightly coloured tattoos.
To be fair, he fit in with the current decor of bright colours but it still shocked you. It must have shown on your face, as the stranger released a dark chuckle.
Hermoso turista.” The man scoffed.
You sat back on your feet, still looking up at the man in shock. A strong grip on your arm made you stand to your feet, and a voice in your ear commanding you run. Your legs were wobbly, having come face to face with someone no doubt part of the gang you were sent to eradicate.

Gunshots were fired. Whether it was from Jesse or the gang, you don’t know. Twisted lanes and stairs to nowhere. The pretty town had suddenly become a nightmare to navigate. You tried to think where the car was but you were in too deep to try and remember.

“Keep running!” A southern voice shouted from behind you. You had no plans of stopping.

Unless of course you ran straight into the same stranger that scared you before. You think you had accidentally ran full circle, but you had no way of knowing as you were seeing stars from running into what seemed like a brick wall. You were spun around and your hands came up to your face defensively. A harsh grip came around your arms and torso and a hand covered your mouth.
“Shh, cariño.” A voice whispered darkly into your ear.
You were panicking. The shorts and tank top you were wearing to deflect the heat now provided absolutely no protection. You tried struggling, small whimpers escaping from you.

“Darlin’, don’t.” Jesse panted. He had one hand resting on his knee and the other hand pointed his gun at the man behind you.

Your widened eyes desperately looked at McCree, frowning as a thought flew through your head. You managed to bash your head backwards, catching the chin of the man holding you. He faltered, giving you enough time to smash your elbow into his ribs hard. He retreated his arms, trying not to double over from the sudden lack of breath. You managed to take one step before you were grabbed again and flung to the side. A sickening thud filled your ears. Your head hurt. You had connected with an actual brick wall. Your knees gave up, collapsing to the ground and your hands came up gingerly to your temple. Your eyelids managed to pry open, staring at your shaking hand that now had blood running down it.

There was a thump next to you, and McCree was on his side trying to push himself up.
“J.. Jesse..” You tried reaching towards him.

The tattooed man stepped in between you two and gave Jesse a hard kick to the ribs, even you shied back. The man now turned towards you, bending down and snatching your outstretched wrist. Pulling you up, a large hand fit snug around your throat.


You tried kicking, but his body was just out of reach. Your breath became shallow. Your sight became blurred. You looked at McCree who was struggling to recoup, and his eyes met yours. A tear escaped the corner of your left eye. You had faced death before.

You were suddenly back on the ground. Jesse had managed to sweep kick the gang member, making both of you fall over. Voices and Spanish words flew through the air.

“C'mon, sweetheart, stay with me.” A calloused hand briefly touched your cheek before disappearing. Your body was screaming for oxygen, your head pounding. You couldnt see properly, as it was blurry and you couldn’t focus.

It’s high noon.”

Six shots rang in your ears and then there was deathly silence.

You closed your eyes, and felt your body slump. Before your head hit the ground an arm caught you.

“It’s alright, darlin’. I got you.”

A warmth you didn’t expect and suddenly you were floating, welcoming the darkness.


((A/N: Sorry this took so long so write! Please excuse/let me know of any errors. The only proof reader I have is myself. Will try to update weekly. Continuation of Cowboys and Angels or can be read separately!))

Title: Facing Snakes
Summary: Betty doesn’t like the way Jughead is struggling in order to spare her from the wrongs of the south side, and she decides to find a solution for that in her own way. She visits the Serpents Bar, and she won’t leave that place until she can learn more about her boyfriend’s new reality.
A/N: Okay… I really can’t wait to see Betty around the Serpents! Like, she might seem like this cute, fragile girl in their eyes, but I feel like as soon as they get to know her, they will all love to have her around! It’s probably a silly idea I have of the situation, but I would love to see this happening! Hope you enjoy it!

Also, adding a “Continue Reading” even if it's not long!
Never, in a million years, would she have seen herself where she was.

With her impeccable, golden ponytail; clean, blue cardigan; jeans and white sneakers, Betty Cooper stood in front of the Serpents’ bar Archie had told her about. Outside, people were smoking and whispering, as well as fixing their bikes and getting ready to leave, starting those powerful engines that ripped all the silence of her thoughts. For she had come straight from school, her bag still hung over her shoulders, and there were some notebooks firmly pressed against her chest. She was feeling apprehensive at that very moment, as her presence around the South Side was still not entirely overwhelming, and as she could feel all those eyes set on her.

Confused eyes. Suspicious ones. It was probably the way she dressed or the way she just seemed too perfect to be around that place. Too perfect to be around the wrong side of the tracks, trying to blend in with her boyfriend’s new reality in order to help him feel lighter regarding the dual life he tried so hard to keep for her sake.

Betty appreciated his efforts, and she loved him even more for that. However, she couldn’t let him do all the hard work in that relationship. She had to help him. She had to show him how she was willing to relieve the pressure over his shoulders by simply embracing this new, ophidian part of his life.

She survived Riverdale High and her mother. A bikers’ bar would be nothing compared to those things.

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Undo (8)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5
Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10
Epilogue | Epilogue: We Meet Again

Warnings: age gap, mentions of death, smut

Word Count: 2,925

Pairing: Park Chanyeol x Reader

Author: Admin Xiufairy ㅅㅇㅅ

You shot up in Chanyeol’s bed, a choked sob already leaving your mouth. Chanyeol was immediately next to you, almost like he was there when you woke up. You struggled to breathe and calm down this time, even when he wrapped his arms around you.

You held him tightly, realizing just how much all of this was truly your fault. He rocked you back and forth slowly. You noticed the fabric of his t-shirt around you. You didn’t know how long you’d been asleep but it had been long enough for him to deem that you needed clothes.

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In the motel, Sam was pushed against the table, roughly. “Dean, stop! Please!” Sam screamed his lungs out. A strong knot formed in his stomach at what Dean was about to do. Dean had never made a sexual move on him before. It was only small kisses and soft touches.

“C'mon Sammy? You can’t tell me you’re not enjoying this?” Dean smirked, a hint of his teeth showing. He ran his hands underneath Sam’s shirt, tracing his smooth skin. Sam’s spine cringed at the touch. It felt wrong and uncomfortable.

“Christo!” Sam shouted. This couldn’t be Dean? It couldn’t.

“I’m not a demon, kiddo.” Dean pushed his head down as Sam tried to pry away. “Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Trying to run away?” he faked a pout. “And all I wanted was to make you feel good.”

“Get off of me, or I’m telling dad,” Sam reflected. It was a low move but he had no choice. Sam didn’t want this… he was so young and clearly not ready. But it seemed that Dean didn’t care what his thoughts were.

Dean laughed in a hysterical way. “Go ahead. He would just hate you more than he does now. Probably even blame you for seducing me. I mean— You started all of this after all.”

Sam stilled upon hearing Dean’s words. What? Before he knew it, tears began to fall alongside his cheeks. “Please…” he pleaded. A rough hand slid down his pants, making Sam cried harder.

“Get the fuck off of him!” Sam heard someone shouting from behind, then Dean’s weight on him was gone. “Sam? Sammy, are you okay!” Dean panicked. He lifted his brother up, which was a mistake as Sam recoiled from his touch. “Hey, hey. It’s just me, Sam. The other thing was a shifter.”

Sam snapped his head towards Dean, frightened. That was when he saw Dean’s bruised face, and on the floor he could see shifter Dean’s body, a stab wound on his heart and blood pooling around him.

“Did that bastard do anything to you? Fuck— He got the upper hand on knocking me out,” Dean explained. “I’m sorry, Sam—”

Dean was interrupted when Sam embraced him, his sobs becoming louder as he trembled. “I thought he was going to…” Sam couldn’t finish the sentence, but Dean didn’t need him to.

“No. I wouldn’t allow it. I would kill any bastard that hurts you,” Dean said determined. He rubbed his back to calm him down.

Even though Sam was saved… all he could hear was the shifter’s harsh words echoing in his mind. Probably even blame you… you started all of this after all.

Control [Part 2 of 2]

Word Count: 5,388
Warnings: Some angst, hand to hand combat, anxiety, fugitive behavior, idk guys.
Summary: @blazeshira’s request - “Hi! I saw that you had your requests open and I was wondering if you could do a Bucky fic where the reader was also given the serum & trained with him along with the other winter soldiers but they developed something before she was frozen along with the others & he forgot her until he went to Siberia w/ Steve & he sees her chamber & realizes she escaped before Zemo could kill her so he tries to find her? Fluffy fluff & some angst, please & thank you!”
A/N: Part 2! Thank you all SO SO SO much for all of your kind words on part 1!! You all made me feel so much better about posting it. I seriously couldn’t ask for better readers! You guys are incredible! Thank you all for taking the time to read these stories! It means so much to me!!

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Originally posted by laurenkmyers

Your name: submit What is this?

Siberia, Russia; 2016
    Bucky’s Point of View

“I got heat signatures,” Tony starts. Steve asks how many, and Stark replies with, “Uh, one.”

Coming back willingly was absurd.

This was the last place I wanted to be. I’ve done everything in my power to put this place out of my memories over the last two years, and here I am willingly walking back into danger with this punk all over again.

I guess history does repeat itself. Hopefully the end result will be kinder this time.

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Suspect: Part 7

Pairing: Reader x Bucky
Word Count: 2.8K
Warnings: Angst!

A/N: This part contains reference to The Iron Giant, and is inspired by this ask. A few other parts will have call backs to The Iron Giant too, but this is the part where Bucky watches it.

Post-CA:TWS Bucky is so soft and damaged I just want to hold him

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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

Somehow, the two of you arrived back at your apartment without being noticed or stopped by anyone. You were a nervous wreck, unable to fully process everything that had happened in the last 24 hours, but as soon as you lock your front door behind Bucky, you allow yourself to relax.

“It’s not much,” you nervously chuckle, feeling embarrassed that your apartment wasn’t a bit more tidy, “But it’s home, and it’s safe,”

Bucky nods, and awkwardly stands in the corner of your open space living area, his eyes scanning every inch repeatedly.

“You can sit?” you offer, pulling him out of his daze, “Are you hungry?”

“No, thank you,” Bucky mumbles as he shuffles over to your couch and stiffly sits down. ‘Good,’ you think, you still didn’t have any groceries in your apartment, your last grocery trip interrupted by the fight on the bridge a couple of days ago.

“Let me get you some clothes,” you awkwardly drawl out, watching Bucky stare blankly at your off tv with his muscle remaining tensed. You’d let yourself relax, but Bucky clearly hadn’t.

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Coffee Shop Kisses - Wonwoo

First kiss during a coffee shop date drabble with Wonwoo as requested by @spicadeservesbetter ! Hope you enioy and this is what you wanted ♥ (I would alsonlike to dedicate this to my fave Wonwoo stan @lil-nochu ily XD)

“You’ve been so busy lately, I thought we wouldn’t have a second date,” you confessed to your boyfriend of a month Jeon Wonwoo, holding onto his arm and huddling closer to his body as a brisk chill ran through the air. You suddenly regretted not wearing a thicker coat; it was still winter after all. He smiled softly down at you and wrapped an arm around your waist, holding you as close as he possibly could to his warm figure and sighing, watching his breath form white wisps in the winter wind.

“I know,” he murmured, regret tingeing his deep voice as he kept his gaze fixed ahead on the pavement you walked down together. “I’m sorry.”

“No don’t apologize!” you became somewhat frantic, feeling guilty for making him feel bad. “I understand. I’m just glad I can be with you now.” He smiled, eyes crinkling behind his wire glasses in the cutest way as he led you to a quaint little coffee shop situated in the corner of a pretty empty street. “Wow…” a gasp of mingled surprise and awe left your lips as you stepped into the building, the rich aroma of coffee immediately hitting your nostrils and warming all your senses. The interior was all chocolate and a creamy off white, with booths separated by glass dividers occupying most of the main area and smaller wooden tables for two people dotting around the edges by the large windows through which the morning sun shone. There weren’t many people inside and it felt warm and homely, and just being inside made you feel fuzzy and joyful. “It’s so pretty in here,” you hummed, choosing to sit opposite Wonwoo in one of the booths seeing as the sunlight was incredibly bright and would probably blind you. You already had Wonwoo for that. “I can’t believe I’ve never been before.” Wonwoo leant forward, propping his elbows on the varnished oak of the table and resting his chin on his hands, smiling gently at you as you continued to take in the aesthetic of the decor.

”I’m so glad you like it,” he replied in his husky voice, letting out a small huff of laughter as he looked around the establishment somewhat nostalgically. “I used to come here all the time in college. I remember I liked you a lot then too, I used to think to myself that if I ever worked up the courage to ask you on a date I’d bring you here.” His eyes gleamed with the reminiscence and your heart suddenly fluttered - the way he looked so adoringly at you made your cheeks flush hot. You didn’t know he liked you until he finally asked you out sometime last month, when his idol group were awarded a break after promotions. Your friends had called you oblivious, not even trying hiding their frustration but you could never understand why. Until now, as he gazed at you like you hung the stars, like you were all he ever wanted to look at; it seemed this was more than just a crush. A waitress sauntered over, lazy smile spreading over her plump lips as she saw you and Wonwoo exchanging fond looks and shy smiles.

“You guys are so cute!” she lilted, now beaming at you both as she took a small notepad and a pen from the small black apron encircling her thin waist. “Would you like anything to eat or drink?” You glanced at Wonwoo and he nodded, knowing you weren’t the best with other people, especially in situations like this.

“Just a regular coffee for me and…” he narrowed his eyes slightly at you; you’d frequented coffee shops together in the past as to study but it had been a while. “A caramel macchiato for the lady.” Attempting to hide the triumphant grin already tugging up the corners of your mouth turned out to be incredibly difficult - he remembered your favourite.

“Is that everything?” At Wonwoo’s nod she scurried back behind the polished bar and set about making your drinks.

“So how’s idol life treating you?” you questioned in a soft tone, playing with the tasselled ends of your thick scarf. He pouted slightly, trying not to blush too obviously as he cautiously moved one of the hands from his lap to lace his fingers with yours which sat atop the table.

“It’s nice, living out your dreams and all, but I barely get any time to see you which I hate.” he cocked his head to the side a little, eyes scanning every detail of your now rather pink face as if inspecting you. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to take you out.”

“I had somewhat of a clue,” you smirked, looking down at the table awkwardly before forcing yourself to look him in the eye. The deep brown orbs then looked so enamored yet amused by your timid manner, causing you to scratch the back of your neck bashfully. Breaking the awkward silence the waitress then came back with two steaming drinks and you both thanked her before turning your attention to them, hot and incredibly well made to say yours had a large heart drawn into the foam on top. You took a glimpse of the waitress who smiled proudly at herself before going back to cleaning the already shiny espresso machine. Wonwoo looked up at you, one hand supporting his jaw and the other reaching for the steel pitcher of milk which he slowly poured into the bitter beverage sat before him.

“So,” he coughed lightly, finally breaking the tension between you both as he moved onto shaking the contents of the small sugar packets into his drink. Usually he’d have it black but today he felt like the added sweetness. “Did you end up pursuing writing?” You grimaced a little, watching the thin silvery wisps of steam evaporate from the macchiato.

“Not… quite,” you mumbled thoughtfully. “I’m still trying to make it but at the moment I’m still focusing on studies,”

“I see…” his tone was distracted but his gaze was attentive which was mildly confusing, but you shrugged it off and took a small sip of your coffee, laughing at the foam that decorated your upper lip afterwards. He chuckled before reaching for his own coffee, looping two of his long fingers through the small and delicate china handle of the cup and bringing it to his lips. He blew ever so lightly on the hazelnut coloured surface as to try and cool it before taking a tentative sip, still watching you and listening to you talk. He recoiled immediately after the beverage touched his mouth, setting the cup back down on its saucer with an abruptness that startled you into silence. You frowned at him, concern etched onto your features as you raised an eyebrow inquisitively.

“Are you okay?” you asked, voice mellifluous and calm as your head tilted to the right. He gasped whilst nodding, furrowing his brows at you with a hopeless smile.

“Yeah sorry I just… wasn’t paying enough attention and burnt my tongue.” he exhaled slowly as you reached over the table and placed a finger on his chin, raising his eyes to yours. Suddenly bold you tried to fend off your smirk, him blinking with wide eyes as he waited for you to speak.

”Do you want me to kiss it better?” you whispered, watching him turn beet red with a somewhat gleeful smile despite still being shy yourself. Nevertheless he took the incentive and leaned in, careful not to upset either of the drinks as he placed one palm flat on the table and the other on your cheek and pulled you closer as to press your lips to his in a sweet and sincere first kiss. It was short yet the butterflies in your stomach lasted even when he pulled away, lips tingling and tasting slightly of coffee still as his lip curled into a bewildered grin.

”You know what? It still hurts.” he grinned with an overexaggerated shrug and laughed lightly, grazing your cheekbone with the pad of his thumb as he leaned in to kiss you again.

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does this make sense? | 07

pairing: min yoongi x reader, college! yoongi  
genre/warnings: angst, drama, (slight mention of vomit, so beware if you have a phobia – I know I do!)
words: 10,229
summary: You meet the mysterious Yoongi at a house party and no matter how uninterested you tell yourself that you are, you can’t say no to him. Can you end up changing his playboy ways, or will you just end up getting hurt?

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Stan dropped the gun, unable to hold it in his shaking hands any longer. It hid the floor with a thunk. Ford slumped over onto his side in a heap, blood still slowly dripping from the gash on his forehead, along with the countless other injuries he had sustained. He did seem to be wrong about one thing - the memory gun did work despite the metal plate in his head. Stan felt tears trickle gently down his face. He’d already lost his brother once due to his own actions, and now Ford was gone again, for good this time.

The huge cross-shaped rift in the sky began to shake and move. The bricks of the Fearamid walls and floor began to drift upwards, being pulled back into the tear in the sky. Stan saw the interdimensional monsters below get pulled upwards as well. The six people trapped inside the tapestries were released, falling to the floor with gentle thumps. The group were slowly lowered to the ground as the Fearamid disassembled, being sucked back into the rift. With a final pop, the rift sealed and the sky changed to a pleasant pale blue colour.

A large, pale blue wave of energy washed out over the whole town. Fires were put out, buildings were repaired and the scaled-up Gompers was returned to his original size. The snarling, living water tower was returned to its rightful place, no longer living. The waterfall no longer flowed upwards into the sky and was no longer a sickly red colour. Everything had returned back to normal.

As the other members of the group returned to their families and friends, Stan, Dipper and Mabel were left in a clearing in the woods. Ford was laid on his side, unconscious. He stirred a little bit, his eyes fluttering open weakly. “Huh…?”

“Great Uncle Ford…?” Dipper took a few steps forward, wringing his hat in his hands nervously. “Are you okay…?”

Ford pushed himself into a sitting position, adjusting his glasses. He noticed the small boy approaching him and his hand immediately flew to his hip, where a blaster usually was. He glanced down and began to panic, realising that he had no weapons on him. He scrambled to his feet and backed away, his hands raised in a defensive position.

Dipper froze. “F-Ford…?”

“Who the hell are you?” Ford spat. He had no idea where he was, what had happened, who these people are or even who he was. All he knew was that being in the company of anything else meant danger. “Get away from me!”

“Ford!” Stan took a step forward, gently pulling Dipper away. “He’s just a kid!”

“I won’t be tricked by your lies!” Ford shouted, taking another step backwards. “What the hell did you do to me? Who’s this ‘Ford’ character?!”

Stan swallowed, his hands trembling and tears stinging his eyes. Oh God. HIs brother didn’t even remember his own name. Everything in his brother’s mind was gone. All that was left were the fight or flight instincts he’d developed while lost in the Portal. Ford didn’t know who anyone was and he likely saw them all, even the kids, as a threat.

Ford growled, his hand still pawing at the imaginary blaster in the holster at his hip. “I said what the hell did you do to me?! Who’s Ford?!”

Stanley swallowed again and took a deep breath. He lifted his hands up slowly, open-palmed, to show that he had no weapons and wasn’t a threat to Ford. “None of us are going to hurt you. We want to help you, okay?”

Ford scoffed. “Yeah right! You’re lying! You want me to trust you! Well, I won’t!” He snapped. The kids recoiled at the venom in their uncle’s voice. “I can’t trust anyone, not after everyone betrayed me.”

An idea lit up at the back of Stan’s mind. “Who betrayed you, Stanford?”


Stanley froze. His immediate reaction was to take a step backwards, but he stayed put. “Stanford - you were betrayed by somebody. Who was it?”

Ford adjusted his posture, keeping his fists raised in defence. “He lied. He said that he would help me, that this was the right thing to do, and he lied.”

“Who lied?” Stan prompted, taking another cautious step forward. “Who lied to you?”

“BILL CIPHER!” Ford screamed. His eyes suddenly went wide and the anger melted away, leaving behind raw terror. His hands clawed at his scalp and tugged his hair. He stumbled backwards up against a tree and slid to the ground. His breath came in quick, shallow puffs. “No no no no he’s trying to get in no I can’t let him no no!” Ford’s nails dug into the skin on his face, leaving red marks. Blood beaded on his face where he broke through to capillaries.

“Ford!” Stan grabbed Ford’s wrists, tugging them away from his brother’s face. He knelt down in front of Ford, holding his wrists tightly. He looked into Ford’s eyes, his voice low and gentle. He knew how vulnerable and terrified Ford was right now, but he couldn’t bear to watch Ford hurt himself like that.

Ford kicked and struggled. “LET GO OF ME LET GO LET GO!” He screamed, fighting and wriggling desperately to get out of Stan’s grip. He clenched his eyes shut tightly.

“Ford please!” Stan pulled Ford forward into a tight embrace. “We’re not going to hurt you. Bill is gone. He won’t get to you. We’re going to help you, okay?”

Ford’s whole body tensed up at the contact. He struggled again, though this time not as violently. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. He was hyperventilating.

The twins stood back. The sight was painful to watch. Ford was acting like a wounded, cornered animal, using the last of its strength to try and get free. Ford saw his brother as a predator, as a threat. Tears ran down the faces of both twins as they watched Stan hold Ford down, trying to prevent Ford hurting either himself or his brother.

Stan ran a hand through Ford’s hair gently. Eventually, he calmed down and slumped forward onto Stan’s shoulder, letting the tears run free. Stan held onto Ford gently, helping him to his feet and leading him back towards the Shack. The twins led the way through the woods. They could hear Ford murmuring questions quietly to his brother. Stan tried to explain things as best he could. He didn’t want to give much information away. He knew how dangerous that could be - giving Ford all the answers would likely lead to more confusion and even possible breakdowns. He had to let Ford discover things on his own.

Ford allowed himself to be led by the strangers through the woods. He looked at the man next to him. “What happened to me?”

The man swallowed as they approached a large, dilapidated house in a clearing up ahead. “It’s a long story…”



I certainly would be interested in this prompt! You are welcome! As with several of the other prompts I’ve received, this has the potential to become a really long multi-chapter fic, but I simply have too much writing to do on top of college work and family stuff. If anyone wants to take this idea and run away with it, be my guest!!

The Bubbline guide

UPDATE: Time Sandwhich has been added to the list, as suggested by yellowdartvoice

So all this hype made you want to watch Adventure Time, but just for the cute couple gal pals? (Or you just want to watch the show itself, in which case another guide is coming soon.) Yet you’re intimidated by the 226 episodes that have aired so far? Fear not, here’s your guide to Bubbline that includes their shared episodes as well as those that help you understand them as individual characters. I know you could just go to wikia and see what episode features both Marceline (the punk-rock vampire one) and Princess Bubblegum (the scientific pink one), but come on, you want to understand their story, don’t you? Which is why I made this guide (and it’s not procrastinating, not at all).

The episodes themselves are gonna be under the cut because, well, out of 226 I listed 71 of them. I know, I know, I was supposed to narrow it down, but most of these are optional ones that only feature one or neither of them. If you watch all of these 71 episodes then cool, you have a general understanding of Adventure Time’s most important plot points and know pretty much everything there is to know about Marceline and Bubblegum. If you don’t want to and are only here for the real action, you can find the ones to watch on this list.

Overall, there are 13 core episodes (including all of Stakes), 21 recommended and 37 optional ones (tho some are more important than others). Watching just the core episodes is not that recommended, since you will be confused during later episodes and I don’t think one can appreciate, say, Varmints, as much, but hey, you can of course just watch these.

These 13 episodes are:

  • s2ep20: Go With Me
  • s3ep10: What Was Missing
  • s5ep29: Sky Witch
  • s7ep2: Varmints
  • s7ep6-13: all 8 episodes of Stakes (srsly, watch them all)
  • s7ep27: Broke His Crown

Okay, so Go With Me is more like a prologue for Bubbline and Stakes centers around Marceline, but I’m not willing to cut these out of the core. Now, if you’re also interested in their individual character development, I have more episodes for you, some highly recommended, some entirely optional. I really do hope that even without most of the optional ones you’ll get the overall picture of this show, these characters and their relationship. The 71 episodes are the following:

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Killervibe no. 32 please!

32. “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

For four people who knew each other this well, there was an awfully awkward silence hanging over the table where Cisco, Caitlin, Barry and Iris sat. Normally, the four of them could carry on a conversation about anything, but in this fancy French restaurant with its smothering rich aroma, they were all at a loss for words. The grouping in which they sat was important: Cisco and Caitlin and Barry and Iris.

“Come on,” Barry had told Cisco. “A blind date. It’ll be fun. It’s this friend of Iris’s and she’s awesome and you’ll love her.”

Iris’s words to Caitlin were similar: “It’s this friend of Barry’s, he hasn’t been on a date in a while, but he’s really sweet and I just know you guys will get along.”

Although none of their statements were exactly lies, Cisco did not see it that way.

“You lied to me,” he said to Barry across the table. “This is not a blind date. This is a setup.”

“Technically, a blind date is also a setup,” Iris said.

“We didn’t lie,” Barry argued. “She is a friend of Iris’s. You two do get along great.”

Caitlin was fiddling with the sleeve of her purple dress. “I think what Cisco means is, it’s a little dishonest to set up two people who already know each other without their knowledge.”

Cisco nodded. “Right. It’s one thing to set up two people who you think might like each other, but with a pre-established relationship, you don’t really know what you’re dealing with.”

Caitlin started to say something, but just then, their waiter- Theodore, his name tag declared -swooped in and deposited a basket of complimentary rolls on the table and took their orders. He left, and it was as if someone had pressed play on the conversation.

Iris leaned forward. “Listen, you two are perfect for each other.” The two faces across the table regarded her skeptically. She glanced at Barry. “Back me up here.”

Barry had torn into one of the rolls and had taken a huge bite just as Iris turned to him. He swallowed and coughed, his face slightly red. “All of the employees at Los Tacos think you two are a couple.”

“Betrayed by my closest friends,” Cisco said offhandedly. Caitlin’s hands laced together in her lap and her knuckles went white.

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Forest Fires-Lauren Aquilina // he was almost in love. she was almost good for him

Warren Worthington iii x Reader

A/N: Idk the audio post format was just too much for me it was really unaesthetically pleasing oh well. I’ve linked the song etc, and feedback on this drabble thing would be great also @kurtwxgners have some Warren

“Since when are you moving?” Warren’s voice isn’t loud, but it cuts through the silence nonetheless, the words leaving ripples of tension in their wake. You shrug lightly, the slight gesture heavy with feigned nonchalance, trying to maintain the façade of neutrality, but the atmosphere has shifted, the quiet of his apartment becoming oppressive rather than tranquil. You feel his eyes tracking your movements carefully but you can’t quite meet his gaze.

“Since a while back. I told you I was going.”

“You didn’t say it was permanent. I thought it was just a visit, or whatever.”  The tension in the room is mounting as a note of hurt creeps into his tone. You still can’t meet his gaze.

“I guess I didn’t think you’d care this much. It’s not that far away. I’ll still show up now and then,” you say, keeping your voice as uninvested as possible, trying desperately not to think about the last time you saw him. A memory flashes across your mind, rendering you momentarily speechless. A cool night, full of volatile possibility. The warmth of his arm around your shoulders. Wry smiles and awkward excuses. You had been fairly certain that you were more invested in whatever almost-relationship had existed between the two of you. You’re less sure of it now, but you’ve made your decision. It’s too late to stay. It’s too late for him. “You’ll barely notice I’m gone.” It’s hard not to let any resentment colour your voice, but you think you manage it. You turn away, looking for a way to leave the conversation without causing any further damage, but you feel his hand on your shoulder, tugging you insistently around to face him, and his stricken expression is enough to make you tense up, anticipating some kind of confrontation.

“But why? Why’re you going?” He presses, the grip on your shoulder tightening slightly as if to accentuate his point. You cast a helpless glance around the room then back to him, meeting his stare evenly.

“I’m not doing anything here. I never meant to stay this long,” your voice is gentle, even as an unfamiliar light sparks in his gaze. “Warren, there’s nothing here for me.”

“What about me?” The question is barely more than a whisper, his eyes intense and unreadable as they burn into yours. His hand slips down a fraction, his thumb brushing across your clavicle to rest over your pulse, feeling the steady thrum of your heartbeat, so much calmer than the ragged tempo of his own, beating wildly in his chest as he takes in your resolute, almost serene expression, the underlying hint of a question-or a challenge-in your unwavering gaze. “I’m here.”

“So ask me to stay.” Warren recoils almost imperceptibly at your words, but doesn’t look away. You take a steadying breath, reaching blindly for any kind of courage to continue, because you’ve already started, so you might as well keep going. “I might, you know. If you asked,” you say, softly, eyes still locked on his, waiting for a reaction. The silence and the stillness stretches on for an eternity, and you give him a sad little smile. “But you won’t,” you continue, one of your hands creeping up to wrap gently around his wrist, your thumb brushing over his knuckles. “It’s okay, I’m not-I-” you break off, and for the first time in the exchange, you look away briefly. “I know you, Warren. I know what you’re like. It’s okay.” You sound like you’re trying to reassure him-to comfort him, and it feels all wrong, because he can’t quite articulate the exact manner of the tension between the two of you, but he can tell something’s hurting you and he can tell he has something to do with him, and he still can’t bring himself to say anything. He just gazes impassively at you, dissatisfaction blatantly stamped across his face as you sigh lightly, slowly pulling his hand from your shoulder and letting it fall to his side as you step away from him. “Take care of yourself, okay?” you say softly, giving him one last inscrutable smile before walking to the door, closing it quietly behind you and leaving him to try and make sense of all the ways in which this is his fault.

Oneshot: five more minutes

A/N: Sorry for any errors I typed this real fast and I have to leave like now so… But I hope you enjoy this! 

My phone buzzed on the other end of the sofa near my feet. I sat up and pushed the blanket off of me. I must have fallen asleep after watching my show. I rubbed the blurry out of my eyes and found the time on the clock under the TV. It was twelve forty three in the morning. The phone was still buzzing insistently so I crawled towards it, grabbed it, and slid the unlock button without looking at who it was.

“(Y/n).” I recognized my best friends voice immediately.

“Cristiano? Don’t you have a game tomorrow?” Why was he up at this time? It didn’t sound like he had been sleeping. It also didn’t sound like he had been partying, so that was a plus. 

“Yeah, I’ve got a lot on my mind, can you come over for a little while?” He sounded pretty lifeless, I was getting kind of worried.

“Yeah… Definitely. Do you need anything?” There was a pause on the other end of the line.“No, I’m fine. I just want to see you." 

"I’ll be there in a minute.” I hung up and got of the couch trying to keep my balance. The blanket fell the rest of the way to the floor. I turned the lamp on and went into the kitchen. The tile was cold on my bare feet. I was scrolling through the list of things that could cause a reaction like this from Cris. Maybe something had gone down with Irina, maybe he wanted to talk about a conversation they had had. I hated talking to him about that stuff. I could never find anything to say back. I could never understand the beauty of being with someone that you didn’t get along with a majority of the time. But I understood that he tried, for Junior. 


Everything paused for a second. Air got stuck in my throat and blood got stuck in my veins my foot paused in mid step. I went over the conversation again in my head. There were no tears that I could remember. No hints were given of a tragedy. I cautiously pressed play on my body. My stomach growled so I grabbed my keys and purse from the table by the door on my way out the door.                                   

I got to Cristiano’s house about fifteen minutes later. I had eaten a granola bar from a gas station that Id stopped at on the way. 

It wasn’t until Cristiano opened the door in a t shirt and shorts that I realized I was wearing the clothes I had fallen asleep in, which happened to be the clothes I had worn last night. I suddenly felt awkward in my black jeans and black blouse. “Hey.” He smiled like normal so a little bit of the pressure pending up against my heart recoiled, but my mind was still bracing for impact. Cris turned around and I took the air to follow him inside. I shit the door behind me. I hoped there weren’t any photographers outside. I had a feeling that wouldn’t help whatever situation he was going to tell me about. We stood in his kitchen in silence. I was waiting for him to speak, but it looked like he was waiting for me to speak. So when we both opened our mouth to say something at the same time we broke into giggles. 

“Okay, what’s wrong Cris?” I looked at him, he looked tired and I knew we needed to move this along so he could get some sleep for tomorrow’s match. He sighed and looked at me with his serious face. “I can’t sleep.” I huffed another laugh. 

“Oh really? Thanks for that information captain obvious.” He smiled and stepped closer to me. 

“No. I can’t sleep, because I can’t sleep alone before a match.”

“Oh.” Now I was very confused. Couldn’t he have called Someone else? “Why did you call me then?" 

"Because you know me and I’m tired and I just need to get some rest." 

"Oh okay. But..” I looked down at my attire. 

“I have something you could change into. Will you stay?”  I searched his eyes for any hint of alternative motives but all I could find was restlessness. I nodded my head yes. He headed upstairs and I followed him trying to calm my nerves. When we got to his room I was chewing my lip trying not to think about why this was the first time he had called for this. I knew it was because he had always had someone else, but I couldn’t decide if that made me feel better or worse.

 "Here.“ He handed me some clothes and pointed to the bathroom. "There are toothbrushes in the drawer.” God how often did he have new girls over? Often enough to have a drawer. I changed into the clothes, a pair of his shorts and an old t-shirt. I didn’t really want to sleep in my bra so I took that off. And then I left my clothes in a pile by the door. When I came back into the bedroom he was already in bed staring at the ceiling. I smiled and found my way into covers awkwardly. He immediately cuddled into my side tangling his legs with mine. He put his head on my chest right over my heart. I felt all of the tension leave his body. I was amazed that something so simple could soothe him so fast. I paused for a moment trying to figure out where to put my arms. I settled for one by my side and the other I let rake through his hair. Quickly his breathing fell even and so did mine. Soon sleep was pulling my eyes lower and lower until I fell into it.

When I woke up I was facing the wall and I was disoriented as to where I was until I recalled the phone call and sank back into my pillow with a content sigh. Cristiano’s arm tightened around my waist. His whole body was pressed against my back. It was so warm I could have lain there forever. He was still asleep. It was dark so I reached out to try to find my phone. It was where I had left it last night. I started scrolling through social media. 

“That’s bright.” I heard him mumble into my neck. He moved closer to me and buried his face in my hair to shield his eyes from the light. I locked my phone and set it down.

 "Sorry. How did you sleep?“

 "Can’t say, I’m not done yet.”

 I laughed and he groaned to protest the movement.

 "You better be done soon, you need to get ready.“

 That evoked another groan. I smiled at the wall.

 "Five more minutes. And then six more days.”  

it’s Murder time and everything’s chaos

College AU based on the tumblr post about a college game named ‘Murder’.

Waverly was just about to leave for her early morning Latin class when she noticed two white plastic utensils on the floor. Sighing, she bent to pick them up and resigned herself to the fact that, once again, it was Murder time at the University of Purgatory. Waverly’s heart stuttered as she read the second name.

Charming and sweet, but able to hold her own against Wynonna’s sass, Nicole was the reason that Waverly had first started questioning how straight she really was. Biting her lip, Waverly checked over her shoulder to make sure Chrissy was still asleep before putting the knife with Bobo’s name back on the floor and tucking the one bearing Nicole’s name carefully into her pocket.


Waverly and Nicole totally like each other, Dolls thinks he’s a super spy, Doc doesn’t know what he’s doing, Chrissy is WayHaught’s biggest shipper and Wynonna is an oblivious shit-ticket who takes this game way too seriously.

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Contraband (Jimin x Reader, Gang!AU) - Chapter 8

And so the plot thickens! What did you guys think? I really hope you enjoy it and will send reblogs/likes my way to let me know I’m doing okay. As usual I love hearing from you, and hope you all continue to enjoy the story! Also it’s so late and I’m exhausted so sorry if there are a load of grammatical errors.

Title: Contraband

Member(s): All, Jimin Focus.

Genre: Gang!AU

Word Count: 2363

Chapters: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10

A car horn sounded directly in front of you and you blushed with the thought of how ridiculous you must have looked, screeching and jumping out of your skin. It was understandable that your emotions were a little unstable at the moment. Being assaulted, watching someone come close to death, and having your entire view of your brother completely shattered was enough to push you over the edge; and when you had stopped running after god knows how long, you had been too caught in your own head to notice you’d collapsed in the middle of a side road, where you now sat. You stood up abruptly, bowing to the driver and scurrying off to the side.

You cradled your injured hand, scrunching your eyes closed as the haze of the last hour or so washed away and the throbbing pain in your broken fingers came back. Before you had dropped off the shopping outside Yoongi’s house, not daring to go inside, you had taken the bandages you bought out of the bag, and realised now was probably a good time to wrap your fingers up; spending your entire run with your fists clenched most likely hadn’t done them any good. Bruises were still present on the worst broken areas, your pinky was sticking out at an uncomfortable angle, and you were still unable to fully straighten a few other fingers. The swelling had gone down considerably but it was clearly in need of medical attention, yet you had outright refused to let Jin correct the breaks no matter how much he insisted. It seemed stupid, but you almost wanted them to remain damaged. It acted as a reminder that you had to change your view of Yoongi. He was in charge, and he wasn’t afraid to assert that; it was dangerous to think otherwise.

And now, after your conversation with Jimin, your broken hand held a whole knew representation of Yoongi. It was a stretch to use Yoongi lashing out at you in anger as a good enough justification to believe what Jimin had told you. Regardless of whether Jimin made you feel safe around him, he was still the man who tried to kill Hoseok, working for the man who tried to kill Yoongi. You had absolutely no reason to trust what he’d said, but you couldn’t help your thoughts becoming infected with the idea that Yoongi had killed Jae. Your brothers had always had issues with one another, and if Jae had jeopardised Yoongi’s position in the drug scene somehow, could you really put it passed him to murder Jae? The sadistic look on his face when he had slammed his foot into your fingers was enough to tell you he wouldn’t let anything compromise his power.

Glancing up from your wrapped fingers, you noticed the car hadn’t moved on at all. In fact, the two men in the front were staring at you vehemently, occasionally exchanging words whilst scanning your face, the back windows blackened out. You certainly didn’t recognise the men, and as you began walking away you glanced around the street, realising you didn’t recognise the area either. You hadn’t been running for that long, had you? You’d spent enough time with Yoongi in Seoul that you could usually get some general bearing of where you were, but this area looked completely foreign to you. Had you really ran far enough to be on the other side of town? 

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faking it

Prompt: Audrey asks you to fake date her (for some reason idk) and you end up falling for her – requested by anonymous

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Warnings: swearing, fluff


You were at the theatre with Noah and Brooke, you all decided a movie would get your minds off of hopeless love lives. Audrey would’ve gone with you to see the film but she was working.

Ashley -a very attractive senior- was leaning over the counter; presumably flirting with her.

“Y/N,” Audrey called, “come here.”

You ran over and ducked under the counter, standing beside her . She smiled at Ashley, she then proceeded to grab your waist and pull you in. She kissed you, Audrey Jensen kissed you.

You almost smiled at the feeling; she was gentle -more than you’d expected, and her lips were soft. She tasted like strawberries.

She pulled away -far too soon in your opinion- and looked back to Ash, “see,” she smiled, “taken.”

Ashley appeared to want to speak, but Audrey spoke instead; “you wanted proof, here’s proof, now beat it.”

You turned to face her and said quietly, “you know…” you trailed off, waiting for him to walk away, “saying ‘no’ every once in a while would reinforce your ‘bad bitch’ image.”

“Yeah,” she laughed nervously, “I guess Ash is just kind of intimidating.”

“Not so much when Ashley thinks you’re single,” you carried on.

“Don’t I know it,” she sighed. Quickly she looked up, “you don’t mind, do you?” she looked almost afraid.

“No,” you smiled, kissing her on the cheek -Ashley was bound to still be watching.


- one month later –


You’re standing at your locker, pulling out your books for fourth period when you hear Audrey, “what did you want to do tonight?”

“Maybe we could go out?” You smile.

“Again?” Audrey sighs, “we go out most nights, I was hoping we could do movies or something at your place -I know your dad’s still out of town.”

“Yeah,” you smile, almost hurt, “that’d be great.”

“Cool,” her smile was enough to overwhelm you, “I’ll be over at seven.”


She’d brought up your ‘breakup’ many times since the two of you ‘got together’ but you’d insisted on putting it off; anything to keep Audrey kissing you -even if it was just in public.

You tried to feel guilty, but you just couldn’t. Audrey was your best friend, you made her happy and you were in love with her. After all, it was her idea in the first place.


- later that night –


Audrey came over, like promised, at seven pm, with your favourite take out and your favourite films. 

At this moment you two were sitting on sofa cushions on the floor, cross-legged and facing each other. The evenings meals on the coffee table beside you.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” she smiled -dropping some food down her front.

You tried not to smile, your question was serious, “why didn’t you want to go out with me?” you tried -but failed- not to sound hurt.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean,” you tried to stay calm, “you always want to do something -go out, I mean. What changed?”

“Well,” she began, “maybe the fact that we’re not actually dating has something to do with it.” Audrey sounded bitter and although she wasn’t wrong, that had hurt.

“Let us not forget just who’s idea that actually was!” you put your food on the table beside you before getting up. You couldn’t hear this. You stormed into the kitchen, grasping the bench you tried to calm yourself.

“I only said that to save you!” she spat, following.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You spun around, fuming, “you told me it was to get Ash off your back.”

“Well,” she withdrew, “actually I didn’t.”

“Yes, you did!” you tried not to yell -Audrey was a hardass but she hated people yelling at her.

“I never said that, Y/N,” it began to come back to you, “you did. You just assumed and I didn’t have the heart to say otherwise.”

She was right, but you were still angry -and now the situation made less sense. “What do you mean ‘you didn’t have the heart’, like Ash asking me out would’ve broken me.”

“As much as I hate to admit it, it wasn’t you I was concerned about,” she recoiled, you hadn’t even seen her so nervous.

“I don’t understand,” you stared blankly.

“It doesn’t matter, okay?” Audrey yelled, trying to leave the room, you stood in her way, “just go be with him,” she yelled, throwing her arms up in frustration. She wouldn’t look at you.

“Of course it matters, Audrey,” you were past yelling now, “fucking hell! Tell me what your problem with Ash is!”

“I don’t have a problem with Ash! I have a problem with you dating Ash!” she almost sounded defensive.

“And why is that? Aren’t I good enough for Ash? You want Ash all to yourself?” you knew you were pushing her, but now you were in too deep and you needed answers.

“I love you, Y/N! I fucking love you and besides, Ash isn’t good enough for you anyway -no one is!”

“How come you never told me that?” your entire body relaxed -almost so fast that you collapsed- you neared her.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Yes, it does, Audrey. It all matters,” you were more frustrated now then before.

“I was trying to put off our ‘break up’, okay?” Audrey air quotes the works break up.

“And you didn’t think to tell me any of this?”

“Yes, I thought about it! What the hell would that have done for me? Why would I want to be the next person to fail at trying to get with you? Do you have any idea exactly how many people I’ve told you weren’t interested? Maybe I should’ve begun with that -that’s a winner- and I mean, after this I must be irresistible. Do you have any idea how frustrating it is to be in love with you? How much it hurts to see you every day and fall for you more but know you’re never going to feel the same? It kills me, Y/N. I’m pathetic.”

“God, Audrey! How could you so fucking oblivious?”

“Don’t hold back, Y/N.”

“I do want you,” she looked up, “I only want you. I’ve only ever wanted you.”

“Why didn’t you ever tell me that?” she looked hurt.

“I was afraid you wouldn’t feel the same way.” Audrey turned to face you once you’d spoken.

“How could anyone not be in love with you, Y/N?” she stepped closer, grabbing your hand.

You pulled your hand from hers, “just kiss me,” you smirked.

She laughed, leaning in and -for the first time- you felt weightless when you kissed her, guiltless. She tasted like she always did and she felt the same -but this time she meant it.

You placed a hand on her waist and tried to deepen the kiss. Audrey bit your lip and laughed, pulling away -you loved her laugh.

Leslie Jones wants to bring her loud-ass stereotype to Deadpool.

I haven’t quite finalized my top 10 movies of 2016 list yet, but Deadpool is definitely on the list.  And I do not want Leslie Jones in the sequel shucking & jiving, messing up the flow, and making me cringe for 90 minutes!  

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Working on high profile cases, he’s had to get used to being in the news. He was interviewed a lot for the papers back in Newark, especially when one of his murders was thought to be linked to one of the crime families, and then when he joined Five-0 and suddenly became the unofficial spokesperson for the team he’s had to deal with reporters hitting him up for leads and news stations calling for interviews. He’s learned how to handle it, giving the bare minimum of information just to get them to leave him alone, and has gotten used to seeing Det. Williams revealed and said Williams popping up in the papers every now and then.

None of that has prepared him for this.

This being the picture of him and Steve plastered on the front page of the local tabloids, a place usually reserved for blurry pictures of fake mermaids and ghost ships. The picture shows he and Steve hugging each other and, okay, even he can admit that from the angle the photo was taken it looks a little bit more than just a friendly, platonic hug between coworkers. He reads the extra large heading Five-0 Firing Up? The Secret Romance You Need to Know About about a dozen times before he realizes that it’s not all the result of some stress induced stroke. A quick skim of the article reveals a half dozen more photos of him and Steve as well as a write up about how they were trying to keep their relationship a secret from the Governor but “their attraction to each other was too strong to deny”.

He shoves the paper back onto the rack when the barista calls his name and walks out of the coffee shop, suddenly feeling like everyone’s eyes are on him.

He can’t stop thinking about the article. Sure he’s thought about Steve that way, he’s a red-blooded bisexual male and Steve is… Steve, but he’s never let those thoughts get too far. He’s always stopped himself before he could reveal just how far gone he is on his partner but now if the tabloids are writing articles about him, he wonders if he’s been revealing more than he’s wanted too. So as he’s pulling into Steve’s driveway he decides that the only way to keep some plausible deniability, and his friendship, is to pull away from Steve.

That turns out to be easier said than done when as soon as he walks in the door, a half naked and dripping Steve hugs him hello and steals a sip of his coffee while he’s yelling about getting wet. Steve runs up the stairs to change with a smile and he knows he’s in trouble.

“Is something wrong?” Steve asks a couple days later when they’re in the car.

“What would be wrong?”

“You tell me. You’ve been distant lately,” Steve says, glancing at him with a worried look.

“No I haven’t,” he lies. Ever since he saw the article he’s almost had to physically restrain himself from touching Steve and has had to make some crafty maneuvers to keep himself at a safe distance, acutely aware of how little personal space they keep between themselves.

“You have. Look, you’re practically trying to jump out of the car right now,” Steve says angrily, waving a hand at how he’s pressed against the passenger side door.

“I’m leaning,” he defends himself but even to his own ears, it sounds like a lame excuse.


“Yes Steven, leaning, am I not allowed to lean inside my own car now?” He’s getting defensive now and he knows that it’s a sign of guilt but he can’t stop. Steve stops outside the Palace and throws the car in park a little more forcefully than necessary.

“Of course you can, lean all you want,” he shuts the car off and they both get out, shutting their doors a little more forcefully than necessary. He just needs to get back to his office, he needs to be alone so he can calm down and figure out how to handle this without giving himself away except as soon as he steps on the curb he feels Steves hand on the small of his back and he jumps.

“I knew you were acting weird around me,” Steve says with a mixture of anger and triumph as he turns around to face him, “this is about the article isn’t it.”

“What article?” he growls even though his heart is trying to beat it’s way out of his chest.

“That stupid tabloid article about us. I knew that had to be it but I never figured you would be one to act like this,” he spits and Danny recoils like he’s been hit.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asks. Is it really so wrong to want to save himself from losing his best friend over something as stupid as a crush?

“Like suddenly you can’t stand to be around me!” Steve yells, “I’m sorry okay? I’m sorry the paper ran that article about us, I’m sorry I have feelings for you, I’m sorry-” Steve’s still talking but all Danny can hear is I have feeling for you repeating over and over in his mind. Everything grinds to a halt as he tries to reconcile the new information and by the time he processes everything, Steve is walking away from him.

He panics and yells wait but Steve doesn’t stop so run catches up to him and pulls Steve down, crashing their mouths together. Steve pulls away angrily and Danny breathlessly rushes to explain himself, “I was pulling away because I didn’t want you to know that I had feelings for you.” After a couple breaths Steve’s posture softens, he whispers okay and then they’re kissing again.

“Hey, hey,” Danny says when Steve starts moving him back towards the car, “If we end up on the front of the paper again-”

“I’ll blow up every copy, ” Steve quickly promises, fumbling open the car door and manuevering them both into the back seat.

True Test Pt. 9

Catch Up: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Group & Member: BTS’ Jimin

Genre: Angst/fluff-ish

Warnings: none

The studio was dark with the exception of one small desk lamp. You could see Yoongis brown hair shining beneath the light as he rests his head on his arm. 

The sound of the door opening stirs him awake and he sits up, his eyes blinking quickly, adjusting to his surroundings. He takes the sight of you in. 

“Who told you I was here?” He asks softly, but with edge to his voice. He wasn’t ready to talk to you yet, not until he could figure out his feelings. 

You rolled your eyes at him. 

“No one told me, I know this is where you come when you get frustrated” You said plainly. 

He leans back in his chair, swiveling back around so that his back is to you. 

“Well coming here to escape frustration doesn’t quite work when the frustration follows you” He mumbles, and you can feel the hurt radiating from him. 

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