omfg i said i was going to sleep

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Coincidence: Chapter 3

Chapter 1   Chapter 2   Chapter 4

Pairings: V (Taehyung) x reader

Gender: Female

Synopsis: Life for (Y/N) had been, for the most part, normal. She worked, went to college, went to parties, had friends, you know, the basics. However, all of this changed when she started seeing a mysterious, attractive, and most of all dangerous man everywhere after one fatal night that seemed to be just a coincidence.

Genre: Mafia AU


Word Count: 2,474

You stared at Jackson from across the table. After two weeks of planning, you two were finally able to go out on your date. Now was your chance to get the information you wanted. Yes, that sounded like you were just using Jackson, but you weren’t. He was an extremely nice man, so you wouldn’t mind him sticking around for a bit, at the very least.

The restaurant Jackson took you to was amazing. Everything looked so fancy and expensive, you would never be able to afford to eat at a place like this on your own. Even the table cloth seemed like it cost more than your whole family. How was Jackson able to afford to go here? This just raised your suspicions about him.

“So, (Y/N), tell me a little more about yourself,” Jackson said with a kind smile on his face.

“Oh! Ummmm, well, I’m in college… and… I don’t know, what do you want to know about me?” You said, fiddling with your hands.

“Well, let’s start with your college life then, what do you plan to do afterwards?”

“To be honest, I’m not completely sure, but I’m planning to become a doctor as of now.”

“Oh, a doctor, how interesting! I believe that you’ll become an amazing doctor, but are you really sure you’ll be cope to deal with all those years of studying?”

“That’s exactly why I don’t know if I’ll stay determined enough to finish my schooling. I also want to have the chance to start a family without any disruptions.”

“That is true. Is that why Jungkook is so desperate to get you a boyfriend?”

“That’s part of the reason.”

“What’s the other part?”

“The fact that he’s a little shit, and he loves to see me embarrassed.”

Jackson started laughing at your remark towards your “dear” friend. His laugh was amazing. It was extremely high pitched for a man, and it drew the attention of many people towards your table. You quickly looked down to your lap and waited for Jackson to calm down. All these rich people made you self conscious; they made you feel as if you didn’t belong.

“(Y/N), you are one of the funniest women I have ever met! You are never afraid to say what you think.”

You smiled at Jackson and took a sip of your drink. The night mostly consisted of you two having small talk and Jackson’s high pitched laugh. You were thoroughly enjoying yourself, Jackson was a very laid back man. It was a surprise he was the same man from that night. Unfortunately, you couldn’t find the perfect moment to ask him about it. Every time you would try to turn the conversation to his job he would always steer you two away from that conversation. That is, until after a particular “funny” comment from you, Jackson looked over your shoulder and completely froze, as if he had seen a ghost.

“What’s wrong?” You asked turning to look over your shoulder.

Suddenly, Jackson grabbed your face and pulled you closer to him. You were barely a centimeter apart, what was he trying to do? Who was back there?

“Don’t look back at all okay?” Jackson looked at you with complete seriousness. How is he able to change personalities so quickly?

“Okay, but can you at least tell me why I’m not allowed to look back?” You whispered.

“…Fine,” He said with a lot of hesitation.

“V is here,” he finally said after taking a deep breath.

V was here? Your heart immediately started beating faster, would he recognize you? Why here of all places? Questions ran through your mind a mile a minute, what were you going to do?

“Don’t worry, (Y/N), he’s not the type to murder someone in public. He likes to do his business in private, I don’t blame him, it’s easier that way,” Jackson said as if he had read your mind.

However, his comment just added to your worries. What exactly did Jackson mean by easier? Since when was murder a business? You were so confused, but who could blame you? You took a deep breath and took a long swig of your almost forgotten wine on the table.

“Woah, (Y/N), calm down! You do not want to get drunk, especially with V in the building!” Jackson yelled at you, taking the wine glass from your hand.

You just stared at Jackson and took a deep breath. You needed answers. The problem was that Jackson seemed like he was never going to give you them. You decided to keep quiet for now. If you continued causing trouble Jackson might cause a scene, and lord knows you don’t want that to happen. You looked back at Jackson. His eyebrows were furrowed; he genuinely looked worried about you. You gave him a small smile in reassurance.

“Jackson, can I tell you something?”

“Of course, you can tell me anything.”

“Promise you won’t get mad?”

“I promise.”

“I need to pee,” you said feeling your face heat as the laughter started. It’s not your fault! You just thought he should know so he could escort you, or something, so you wouldn’t get hurt!

“Are you serious?” He said between giggles. You nodded your head vigorously.

“Well, I think it’s safe enough for you go to the bathroom by yourself. Go ahead, I’ll be right here,” Jackson smiled at you, motioning for you to go.

You smiled thankfully and stood up. You quickly walked towards the bathroom. In truth, you didn’t really need to go, you just wanted to think over how you would force the answers you needed out of Jackson. You passed many tables, avoiding people’s stares, it seemed like not many people appreciated Jackson’s hyena like laughter. Unfortunately for you, you happened to miss a certain man’s stare as you walked in the bathroom.

Jackson took a sip of his wine and looked at his watch. It was getting late, he would have to escort (Y/N) home. No telling what V would do to her if she was alone. Suddenly, Jackson heard a chair screech and looked up, thinking (Y/N) was back.

“How cute, you’re on a date,” V taunted him taking a seat in (Y/N)’s chair.

“What do you want?” Jackson sneered at V.

“I want many things, Jackson, but the one thing I want the most is the money you owe me, remember that? Of course you don’t, don’t even bother answering that question, you were too busy fooling around with a girl,” V scowled at Jackson, who looked like he was ready to murder V in the middle of the restaurant.

“First of all, it’s not me who owes you money, it’s JB, he’s the leader after all. Secondly, I’m not ‘fooling around with a girl’. I’m just spending time getting to know her, that’s all.”

“Well, tell JB to give me the money he owes me, and you are fooling around, let’s face it. How could I blame you, though? She’s a sight for sore eyes, very different from the average hooker.”

That comment crossed the line for Jackson. He stood up from his chair and slammed his hands on the table. V just sat in the chair with a smirk on his face. He wanted Jackson to get mad, he wanted Jackson to get violent. After all, Jackson had to be one of the most tame members of his group, right next to Youngjae. V just wanted to see Jackson’s true pontential, and then find his weakness.

However, to V’s disappointment, Jackson just took a deep breath and sat back down, earning him a scowl from V.

“I wouldn’t want to cause a scene, V. You know how the cops are looking for you. I wouldn’t want your empire to crumble. I suggest you go back to your table.”

V opened his mouth to protest, but he happened to see (Y/N) making her way back to the table, oblivious to what is going on with Jackson and him. He looked back at Jackson, giving him one more scowl, and stood up leaving the table.

You walked back to Jackson, lost in thought. After much thought on how you would approach the situation, you decided to just be up front about it. You were going to demand answers from him, and you weren’t going to back down. You thought of the exact words you were going to say to Jackson on your way back. However, a deep voice cut you out of your thoughts.

“Excuse me, miss?”

You looked up and there he was, V. You gulped, there he was, the man that stayed in your mind weeks after “meeting” him. Did he remember you? Probably not, he, unlike Jackson, wasn’t able to get a good look at you since you spent the majority of the time running away from him.

“Yes?” You replied, your voice shaking.

“I suggest you stay away from Jackson, he’s not who you think he is.”

“And why would I trust you? I don’t even know who you are!” You glared at him, trying to act brave.

“You might be right about not trusting me, but you are absolutely wrong about not knowing me. You know who I am, and I know who you are, even though you didn’t even bother introducing yourself after you saved your little boyfriend, (Y/N).”

“He’s not my boyfriend. He’s just a friend, and you’re just a nobody.”

“Don’t be so sure of that, sweetheart. After all, I am not just a nobody, you’ll see, so watch your back,” he said, winking at you before walking towards his table.

You quickly walked back to Jackson, who seemed completely clueless as to what just happened. After that conversation with V, your determination for answers increased drastically. As you sat down Jackson smiled at you, though he looked a bit bothered by something.

“Jackson, I want answers,” You said sternly.

“About what?”

“About everything! Why is V so dangerous? What do you work as? Can you please just answer everything?”

“… fine, I’ll answer your questions,” Jackson said running his hand through his hair.

“But let’s go somewhere else, I don’t trust anyone here,” he said, waving down a waiter for the bill.

Afterwards, Jackson drove you back to your apartment, and you were beyond terrified. Why didn’t he want to give you answers at the restaurant? Was it because of V? Pushing your thoughts aside, you decided to mentally brace yourself for what Jackson was going to tell you.

You led Jackson to your living room and sat down, patting the spot next to you. Jackson sat down and took several deep breathes, until finally he spoke.

“If I tell you, just promise you’ll keep this a secret. Take it to your grave, (Y/N).”

“I will, I promise,” You said, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Okay, also promise you won’t freak out and stop talking to me.”

“I promise.”

“Okay, good, just making sure.”

“Just tell me already, Jackson!”

“Okay, okay! I’m in the mafia.”


“I. Am. In. The. Mafia.”

“Wha- but, how? You don’t seem like that type of guy.”

“I’m not, believe me. I just ended up being friends with the wrong kind of people, and then somehow I got sucked into the mafia.”

“Don’t you ever want to leave?”

“At times, yes, but most of the time I’m content. I’m spending time with the people who care about me the most. I might leave one day though, if possible, once I start a family.”

“What about V?”

“V is part of a very successful mafia gang, called BTS. It’s a silly name really, but they are one of the strongest out there, they practically run the state! They have many people on their side, we call them ARMY, but there are only six men who really have the most power.”

“Who are those men?”

“We know most of their names, they are: V, Rap Monster, Jin, J-Hope, Jimin, and Suga. However the-”

“How come they all have such strange names?” You asked, interrupting him.

“To protect their identities, nobody wants to get caught. Now, as I was saying, there is one new addition to BTS. Normally, this wouldn’t matter, but it has been rumored that this new person has been given a high position in the gang. Adding one more to the list of powerful in BTS.”

“Do you know their name?”

“Unfortunately, no. This makes it even more dangerous, they could be literally anyone, and we wouldn’t know.”

“What gang are you a part of?”

“I’m part of a gang called GOT7, and I have one of the high positions,” Jackson said semi-proudly.

“Can you tell me their names?”

“Hmm… sure, I guess. The leader of our gang is called JB, then there’s me, Mark, Jinyoung, Bambam, Younjae, and Yugyeom.”

“Oh, is your gang strong?”

“I’m pretty sure we are. We’re at least as strong as BTS.”

“Oh, well, I have one more question,” You said holding up one finger.

“Go ahead.”

“Why were you and V in the alley that night?”

“Well, BTS and GOT7 had a partial alliance.We would basically help each other out every now and then in exchange for never ratting our gangs out to the cops. However, one day we borrowed some money from BTS, and V wanted us to pay it back to him once we were able to. We sent the money, but, according to V, they never received it. So V called one of us to go meet and talk with him, and I was the lucky one who had to go. Soooooooo… You’re all caught up now,” Jackson said, smiling awkwardly.

“Wow, Jackson. Thank you so much for filling me in on everything,” You said holding his hands.

“I think it’s time that I go, it’s getting pretty late,” Jackson said, looking at the clock.

Jackson headed towards your door, however, he stopped before he could put his hand on the door knob.

“One more thing (Y/N), take care of yourself. V knows how you look like and he knows that you are somehow involved with the members of GOT7, and, believe me, that is enough reason for you to be murdered,” he turned back to the door and opened it before stopping again.

“I’m sorry to say it (Y/N), but you are now involved with the mafia, and you have little to no chance of ever being forgotten by any of us. Especially V.” 

(A/N): Sry for the long wait *cri* but I’m back and I am thinking about starting my first GOT7 fanfic

(and yes I know it is a different gif but work with me ok lol)

i feel dead as heck™ bc i finally decided to fix my sleeping pattern by not going to sleep so i can sleep earlier tonight when that wave of dead ass tiredness washes over me, but omfg my eyes r ready 2 fall outta my head, friends!!! 

but i’m gonna actually play ts4 today tho since i didn’t load any saves n progress w the hasegawas like i said i was gonna. maybe revamp my foxglove save too since i haven’t played it since well before i installed ts4 on my mac.

The 7 stages of Grief - a Poth fan fiction

Palette turned to Goth “Goth do you want to know something” He said as he pulled Goth’s head toward his. “Yes Pally.” Goth whispered. “I love you” Palette said. “You what!?” Goth cried softly. Palette ignored him he just put both hands on Goth’s cheeks and pulled him closer until their lips touched. Palette kissed Goth tenderly then proceeded to slowly shove his tongue in to Goth’s mouth. “Oh Palette.” Goth moaned. Palette pulled away. “I love you.” Goth repeated. “I lo-.” His words were interrupted with a buzz. “Oh no.” Goth moaned. “I’m sorry Pally I have to go.” Palette took a deep breath in then sighed, he was hoping tonight would have gone a little farther. “It’s fine, I’ll walk you home.” Palette said. They both sat up and proceeded to hold hands as they walked down the grassy hill

As they were walking Goth started a conversation “Isn’t the night sky beautiful.” He said. “And the stars are just something else.” “Yeah.” Palette said. “The stars are my favorite.” “Why’s that Pally.” Goth asked. “Because when I look at them they remind me of you.” Palette looked at Goth with loving eyes as Goth blushed deeply. They soon reached Goth’s house. “Well here we are.” Palette exclaimed. “Now how about a goodnight kiss from my little cinnamon bun.” Palette said. “Sure Palette.” Goth giggled. He went up on his tiptoes and gave Palette a long passionate kiss. Palette wrapped his arms around Goths waist and picked him up, Goth wrapped his legs around Palette. All of the sudden Geno oppened the door. “Goth, was that you” he said. “Oh my word.” Geno cried and ran into the house. He soon reappeared with a camera in hand . “How adorable!” He cried. “Reaper get over here.” Palette put Goth down. “Dad stop your embarrassing me.” Goth cried. “Ok ok fine. Just get inside it’s freezing, I swear you to are crazy going up on that hill in this cold.” Goth went up to whisper something in his father’s ear. “Well of course he can as long as it’s fine with his parents.” Palette felt a bolt of excitement shoot through him. “Yeah hold on I’ll text my dad.” Palette pulled out his phone. “Yep it’s fine with him.” “That’s great Goth cried as he grabbed Palette’s hand and dragged him up to his room.

Reaper helped set up a bed on the floor for Palette while Goth found him a tee-shirt. “All set.” said Reaper. “Now I want no fooling around you two.” “Don’t worry sir you can count on us.” Palette said as he winked at Goth. It was a complete lie. “Ok good night.” Reaper said as he turned off the lights. Palette waited a few minutes then sprung into action, he leapt onto the bed and kissed Goth. “We’re going to have to be quiet if we want to pull this off.” Palette whispered. “Got it.” Goth replied. They quickly moved on to a steamy make out session then Palette pulled away and started to lick Goth’s neck. He gasped “I don’t think this is such a good idea. What if we get caught.” Palette ignored him and proceeded to bight his neck softly. Goth moaned into a pillow. “Palette I’m serious.” He pushed him away. “I don’t want to get caught.” “Fine.” Palette said dissatisfied. “Can we at least cuddle.” “Sure you can.” Goth giggled. Palette wrapped his arms around Goth’s chest and Goth grabbed Palette’s hands. “Palette since I didn’t get to say it before.” Goth whispered. “Palette, I love you so much. Your the best thing that ever happened to me.” Goth drifted off to sleep. Palette layed there when a tear rolled down his cheek. “Goth I promise I will never let anything happen to you.” Palette said even though he new he couldn’t hear him. Palette layed there for 5 minutes just listening to Goth’s soul beat as he slowly fell asleep.

I finally finished the first part of my fanfic hope you love it 😍 credits go to @hey

fanfic by theshetotoro 


OTP (Swazz imagine)

| Requested by anon: Could you maybe do a Swazz imagine where y/n is his girlfriend and they’re at an event with Nate, like John has been recently, and everyones asking them about their relationship and saying they’re cute etc. And then when they’re chilling backstage Nate comes and says that he’s glad they’re finally together and Swazz pours his hear out to them both? Sorry that’s a lot but I really love your imagines! (MASTERLIST)

We were at Digi NYC (a/n: I am fully aware that NYC has already happened tho lol) and Swazz and I were walking around, just discovering the place a bit. It was so damn crowded and busy. A lot of fans came up to us, taking pictures and asking questions and stuff.

I loved talking to fans. Once they were in the all ‘oh you’re also a human’ vibe, they were really cool people. “You and John are cute as fuck.” This girl said. I blushed and smiled at her.

“Adopt me please!” I heard someone say in the back. It made laugh as I yelled a ‘sure’ back.

“How are you guys? Getting head aches from each other yet?” Another girl asked while laughing.

“You have no idea.” Swazz winked. I playfully hit his arm as he threw that same arm around me. “Kidding.” He said while kissing my head. I heard ‘aw’s’ in the crowd and I shook my head.

Our day basically went like that. I had so much fun and they were so nice and supportive about John and I.

After a couple of hours we finally got back and sat down backstage. Swazz was talking to a couple of friends, for a long ass time though, so I already went backstage since my heels were absolutely killing me. Jack and Jack were performing and I saw Nate getting some snacks before walking towards us and sighing. “What?” I asked him.

“You two.” He shook his head. I furrowed my brows and smiled. “You two should’ve been together a lot earlier.” He said while smiling at me.

I felt my cheeks burning up and I started laughing. “Thanks.” I said to Nate.

“Anytime. Couples disgust me, but except for you and Swazz. There’s something different about you two and I like it. Y’all don’t make me wanna throw up.

I laughed at his comment. “That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said about us.” Nate chuckled as he saw Swazz peeping.

“Hey, man.” Nate casually said. “Everything good, listening there?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” He yelled from the corner. We laughed at him as he approached us again. “Thanks for the nice words, Maloley. You made my heart melt.” John said dramatically as he laid his hand on his heart. Nate did the same and they both made weird ass faces.

I started laughing at them. “Seriously bro, thanks man.”

“Anytime. Gotta go see the Jack’s now. Good bye my I-don’t-get-disgusted-by-you OTP or something like that.” He winked at us. I giggled and laid my head on Swazz’ chest.

“That was the cutest thing someone ever said about us.” I told Swazz.

“I agree.”

“I want to sleep.” I said while closing my eyes. Today was exhausting.

“Then sleep.”


“Why not?”

“Too much noise.” I said whining.

“I’ll sing you to sleep, if I must.”

| LAST IMAGINE OF TODAY! I posted so much today omfg I’m so proud at myself

I had a dream last night where someone literally stabbed me right in the back, and I went home and I was like “Someone just stabbed me I really think you should drive me to the hospital” and my parents said “No it’s a School day! It cant be that bad if you’re walking around! Just don’t sleep on your back for a while!” and they made me go to school

I got stabbed in the fu ckign back and I still had to go to School

Sleep - Luke Hemmings Blurb

You went over to spend some time with your best friend but face it; you were exhausted from working all day long. Luke wanted to spend time with you of course but he could understand that you needed the rest. You had fallen asleep in his bed, comfortably fitting your way into the creased covers. Luke sat on the floor, his back leaning on bed as he softly picked chords on his guitar.

“Luke…” You incoherently spoke in your sleep causing him to stop his playing. “Hm?” He cocked his head to look up at you in the dim light that came from his lamp. He rested his guitar against the wall as he stood up to check on you but as he did so, he found himself staring down at you in your peaceful body.

He let out a whole-hearted smile as he fixed himself on the bed next to you, turning onto his side so you were his complete focus. He pushed a piece of hair out of your face which made you stir slightly in your sleep. The little noises that left your mouth made him chuckle under his breath.

Luke still watched you sleep. It wasn’t in a creepy way. It was a sweet way. He was merely admiring you as you rested. The way your body molded into a cradled position and the steadiness of your breathing. He found it fascinating.

The night grew colder and you started to shiver. He pulled the comforter over your legs and up to your waist. As he did this, you involuntarily place your hand on his chest. His face tinted a few shades darker but he moved his way closer to you, laying on his back so you could nuzzle your way into his neck.

“Perfect.” He whispered before falling asleep himself.

The next morning, the sun shot through the blinds. The soft rays of light sat on your eyelids, causing them to flutter open slowly. After letting your eyes adjust to the sun, you realized that Luke was laying next to you. You shifted a bit in confusion, waking him up.

“Morning.” His groggy, sleepy voice uttered.
“Good morning.” A shy smile rose on your face.
“You’re in bed…. with me.” You mumbled into his shoulder.
“You looked cold last night.” He answered simply.
“You also said my name in your sleep.” He chuckled.
Your face turned into a tomato immediately.
“I-I did?” You stuttered.
“Mhm. Now go back to sleep.” He said, nuzzling up.
“Why?” You asked curiously.

“So I can hold you for a little while longer.”


OMFG WHAT HAVE I DONE?! *hyperventilating* Okay. Calm down, Macy. Anyway, I hoped you enjoyed it. Please give me requests and I promise I will write them. Not matter how cute, quirky or weird it is. It can be about any of the 5SOS boys. If you can think it, I can write it (I hope). THANK YOU, BBYS.

Anti- Braeden/Draeden shippers are a mess...

They be like… “I don’t like her because of what she might of did, when she wasn’t doing the thing that she did, when we last saw her doing that thing that she did. She is so evil.”

or… “she’s a mercenary and she said that one line that implies that she would kill her own babies just for money. Doesn’t matter that I don’t know her back story, just by that one line I know she’s evil.”

or… “OMFG, she told Scott that she would kill him for the right price. I just know that she’s out to get him. She is so evil.”

or… “Everyone knows that whoever Derek gets with is going to be evil. So it goes without saying, she’s evil.”

or even… “Look at her trying to sleep with Derek so fast. That’s just slutty. OMG, Tyler Hoechlin is so sexy, he doesn’t even have to know my name. I’d give him alllll of me, yasssss! Braeden is so evil.”

my personal favorite… “Eww she’s so cliche, busting into places, guns blazing, taking people out, possibly killing people, trying to act all BAMF, who does she think she is. I hate her, she’s evil, blah blah I miss Allison blah.”

Calum Hood Imagine- You had been having a rough time and with Calum away on tour it was making it worse. And then you come home to hate saying that Calum doesn’t care about you and he can do better. You decided just to sleep it off hoping that would help your stress go down. You woke up a few hours later to your phone ringing to a text from Calum. He asked how was your day and that he missed you. You told him everything that happened from teachers yelling at you for no reason to the hate you got. You waited for his response but he never said anything back like he usually does. You decided to try and go back to sleep right when you were going back to sleep your phone you got a twitter notification from Cal. You clicked on it and it said “Babe,I love you don’t listen to the hate you’re my.everything:) @Y/T/N.” You watched the video and by the end of it you were in tears you tweeted Cal “Made my day<3 I love you too(: @Calum5SOS.”
A/N: Okay im sorry this sucked omfg.  

Harry was beginning to lose the tenuous grasp he had on the reins of his temper. “Why did you come?” he demanded.

Malfoy shrugged and trailed a long finger around the rim of his glass. “I wanted to see,” he decided on finally.

Harry refrained from stamping his foot. Barely. “See what?”

Malfoy stared at him unblinkingly and Harry couldn’t help his flinch as those wide eyes watched him. When he spoke, his voice was soft and devoid of any sort of blame, “To see that you were well and truly gone so I could finally let you go. You’re a hero the whole world can be proud of, I hope that brings you all the happiness you deserve, Harry.” He sounded sincere and Harry was so surprised by it that he didn’t react when Malfoy patted the lapel of his jacket fondly. “Say congratulations to the bride for me, eh?” he said with a smile. “She got her man and all it cost was the death of mine.”