other guy in the car

anonymous asked:

Polyburners: everyone ganging up on Chuck!

GOD I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH YOU ASK ME FOR THE THINGS I WANTED TO MAKE BUT DIDN’T HAVE AN EXCUSE FOR

Gotta make that boy feel loved yessir.  #suggestive

anonymous asked:

Andreil meet when they get dragged into a bar fight and somehow end up in jail together 😇

When it comes to fight or flight, Neil has spent almost all of his life picking the latter. Except on an exy court, but even there, if he can get away from someone without getting hit, that is definitely the option he’s going with.

Which is why when he finds himself getting dragged away from a brawl, cuffed, tossed in the back of a police car, and driven to jail, it feels a little bit surreal.

He doesn’t even drink. He was at the club in the first place because Matt turned twenty-six at midnight and wanted to celebrate at a night out with all his friends. Most of them were drunk. Neil was not.

So he doesn’t have that as an excuse.

Still: his causes were noble, even if his actions weren’t. And his personal moral philosophy has always been strictly on the side of “ends justify the means,” especially if the ends are keeping his drunk best friend from getting robbed on the floor of a nightclub by a couple of guys twice Neil’s size.

Matt is pretty good in a fight most of the time, but drunk and concussed, he’s not much help. Neil took on all three of the guys on his own anyway—his job being, after all, at least partially just fighting people—and was about to lose very badly when a stranger joined in.

Neil didn’t expect the stranger to be on his side. The stranger was.

And now they’re in the back of a cop car together.

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I LIVE. 

I have escaped the land of spiders and death and have almost recovered from crippling lack of sleep. Almost. 

More importantly, I’m planning to do an extra long day of Liveblogging to celebrate the start of Tsubasa Month on May 1st, which is only a few days away. 

Of course, because Timezones exist purely to spite me, it won’t technically be May for everyone. BUT, YOU KNOW. WHEN HAS LOGIC EVER STOPPED ME BEFORE?

Here is a rough guide to when I plan to start:

Don’t panic if that’s a strange time for you. I should be doing it for quite a while, and you won’t miss anything if you’re out living your life.  

I’ll also answer the messages still waiting for me before then, but not right now. Now I’m just going back to bed. 

UNTIL THEN!

Zach Dempsey (requested)

Anon asked if I could write an imagine where the reader was once close to Zach before high school but they drifted apart then reader stumbles upon that one scene where they are drinking near the liquor store and she knows it’s not like him and he says it is because he misses her

Okay so idk if this was supposed to be platonic or romantic, but i was thinking it sounded more platonic than anything so… yeah AND ALSO YAY FOR MY FIRST ZACH

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Originally posted by veronicsalodge

At first you were okay with it, the drifting apart. You two had been fighting over petty things and losing interests in certain things you shared. You two were maturing, becoming adults. While he became a jock and went out to parties and games, you were going to college ready classes and going on blind dates your parents had set up. You got a new group of friends and so did he. It was simple. But then you started to miss him, a nostalgia that needed three years to grow it’s biggest and harshest, a need for Zach to be with you once more. Because once upon a time Zach Dempsey did not care what people thought, and once upon a time, you loved him and he loved you. You were like Ying and Yang, the symbol without a bit of each of the other’s color was Ying Yang. Not Ying and Yang. Now you were just Ying. 

So High School was hard, it had always been that way. It became even harder when your newest friend Hannah took her own life. Even harder when Clay became distant because of it. Then you needed Zach more than ever; a simple hand holding yours in reassurance, a pat on the back… even a smile. Instead it was hushed whispers, ignorance, and condolences. They didn’t realize their somber looks helped nothing – they were nothing. The worst part was you or Hannah’s parents never got a note… or a goodbye. It was just done, like one day your relationship with Zach was. Now all that existed was memories and broken hearts. Just the two. 

So you found yourself reliving both every single day. A trip to the local liquor store, a chocolate bar, and a bottle of stolen vodka–sample size of course. Every day that’s where the memories sprung that slowly led to a good day’s heartbreak. Maybe if you had still been friends with Zach things would have been different. Maybe you would not have met Hannah– maybe it wouldn’t hurt as much. But you couldn’t ever say that out loud, because Hannah was the best person you knew. So losing her in any parallel universe would have stung like a bitch. 

it was an exercise in futility. You knew that the same clerk would be there, with the same expression on his face playing the same game. You knew he would charge you the same amount for the same candy bar and give you the same cheeky grin. 

So maybe this time it was different. Maybe you just needed a little change. So instead of coming and going, you stood for a while, contemplating the decisions before you. There were so many candies, liquors, and cigarettes. So you grabbed one of each. When the bell above the door jangled you paid no mind, just grabbed your different candy bar before going to the liquor aisle. 

“Well, well, well.” You heard a voice behind you. 

You didn’t turn. You didn’t need to. That voice was the one that near everyone hated around school but would never say it. Bryce Walker, the high schooler who looked more like a soccer dad than any soccer dad ever. The forty looking one. It wasn’t the time and you weren’t in the mood, so you grabbed the handle of the fridge and yanked it open, going in to grab the bottle you wanted. 

“Rum? Bad, L/N. Never thought you were one for drinking.” Bryce asked, suddenly behind you and very, very close. You shuddered and turned to glare at him, pushing his chest roughly. 

“Fuck off, Walker. Fucking grandpa looking ass.” You stormed to the cash register before he could react, ordering the clerk to get a pack of cigarettes for you as well. “Here, I’m going to use the bathroom, hold my stuff for me.” 

The clerk nodded with boredom before handing you the black key. You stormed passed Bryce once more and he just stared at you as you passed, winking before you were out of sight. You made a face of disgust. 

As you looked in the mirror you stared at the blue rings under your eyes, the nights of countless sleep. The nights that you wished your best friend Zach was holding your hand while he slept on the floor, the nights that you texted Hannah ‘til four. And under those bags were something deeper, because yes, you missed Hannah but you had been wrecked before she had found you. Before her death you were the same. It seemed the people kept leaving you; there was something about that that was ironic to you. The day Hannah died you had gone to the movies without her, the day you lost Zach you had told him you did not care. It seemed that you were pushing people away. 

When you were done in the bathroom Bryce was gone and you sighed with relief, going back to the clerk and handing him your money. As he counted your change you looked out the glass door to see Clay Jensen riding after Tony Padilla’s car on his bike. There was another friend who had distanced himself. 

It was almost serene when you exited the store, your expression placid and your bag full of shit you were going to do the first time alone and your wallet lighter. Almost. In this part of town it was quiet or way too fucking loud, and this time it was quiet… but then it wasn’t quite. There was yelling, whooping, and booing. The three things teenage boys did on a daily for every single reason they could conjure up. This teenage yelling though – it was familiar. It was the yelling you heard at any of Liberty High’s sports games, the yelling heard in the halls, the yelling that made you so angry you could cry. The yelling of the people who had torn you apart from the thing you needed the most. 

“Standall, I cant believe it! Jensen demolished you! What the fuck!” That was Justin Foley.

“Fuck you, Justin. I’m not in the mood.” Alex Standall, someone who had broken Hannah’s heart. 

“Give me the bottle, Alex. I’ll finish it for you.” That was the voice. The voice of a person who once loved you and you still loved. The person who was the missing piece of your life as of late. Zach Dempsey. 

During your freshman year when the blow of the separation was still a raw, open wound you had cornered Zach why he was acting the way he had been – ignoring you, playing mean games with other people. He had just rolled his eyes, “People change, Y/N. Maybe you should too.”. Maybe that blow had hurt worse than the time that he had stolen your smelly markers in the sixth grade and then denied the whole thing. Maybe that’s what made you a mess. 

But he could have told you that a million times on repeat, and you still would not believe him. People can change, but they could also just simply hide who they are. Underneath that cracked asphalt of a facade is the truth bleeding out like a nice, golden sunlight. This was not the Zach Dempsey that glowed like a rich, gold coin. This was the Zach that did what his friends did because he was scared that if he did anything else something would happen. His would be replaced, he would be made fun of, or his worst fear: he would lose all of his friends and just be ignored. Old Zach would never drink in broad daylight where any cop could catch him – underage and intoxicated. 

So you rounded the corner with you plastic bag swinging and faced the group you knew was there. They were all leaning against someone’s car coolly drinking from two bottles and laughing their woes away. Zach was sitting on the hood, his black hair sticking in all directions and his eyes squinted as he chugged the rest of the malt liquor. 

“Zach.” You said loudly, standing in the middle of the alley opening. All eyes turned to you as Zach nearly choked on the liquid, his eyes going wide as he swallowed the drink carefully before looking at you. He winced before throwing the bottle to Justin. He caught it and downed the rest. 

“Oh, uh, Y/N…hi.” 

“Get in my car, Dempsey.” You sighed, pointing to your car across the street. 

The other guys whooped and hollered, yelling out things you ignored as you stood there, swinging your bag around. 

“Y/N, I don’t think-” Zach started, taking a step forward, before Bryce stopped him. 

“Go, Zach. We’ll meet you at my house.” Bryce stared you down as your eyes flickered towards him – a dark, unreadable expression on his face. 

You turned without another word and walked to your car, knowing that Zach was following obediently. You threw your things in the back seat before sitting in the drivers side, waiting patiently while Zach took his time. 

It had been so long since you had spoken to Zach, so many years, but you knew what was right to say. When he was buckled up you stuck the keys in and turned the car on. “Alright listen, Zach. I know you. Say what you want, deny it, but I know you and your family. I know that the Zach that I used to hang out with – the Zach I still see in the hallways sometimes would never do something like this. How would your sister react if you all got caught? Your mother? It’s still light out, Zach. You’re not like this… and I care about you too much to see you do this. Especially with people like Bryce.” 

You sighed after your mini rant and started to drive, not giving him much of a choice in the matter. You weren’t driving to your house or to his – you were driving to Monet’s to get his system clean. He was sitting in silence, thinking your words over. 

“Y/N…” He said, unsure of what to say. 

“And I know we drifted apart, but it doesn’t mean that I don’t miss or care about you, Zach. The loss of Hannah just made it even harder to cope without you by my side. Clay Jensen has been too out of it lately. I just need someone, and if you need someone I’ll put you before me. Because I care about you more than I care about myself.” 

You stopped at a stop light and looked to see that Zach was wiping at his eyes, before sniffling strongly and shaking his head. “Y/N, there is a reason that I was doing what I was doing. I miss you too. I only do these things to fill the hole in my heart that you vacated quite a while ago. I miss you so much, you were my best friend.” 

You turned to Zach and placed your hand over his on his thigh before squeezing it reassuringly. He gave you a teary smile as you pulled into Monet’s. 

“Can we go back to where we were? I just really need someone. Preferably you.” You asked him softly, looking away slightly. 

There was rustling before he put his arms around you. “I was really hoping you would suggest it.” 

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this made me emotional

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pls gimme the thing called love

Allura/Shiro Same Train AU

He killed her. It was awful. They commuted in on the same early train, he got on two stops after she did and they always sat in the same carriage. She had started being very specific about it. It had become part of her routine. Third from the engine, stand near the sun shelter on the platform, go to the second floor, sit by a window, wait.

He had never said a word to her. She had never heard him say anything but they’d fallen into that odd rhythm of familiar strangers. They had started sitting near each other to make sure that when the pack of college stusents got on, they’d be able to command and entire pod of chairs. Another solo commuter might join them now and then but the loud group complaining about professors stayed away. She did her case reviews and he scrolled something, probably email, on his phone.

They didn’t talk.

They just sat in proximity until they got to the city and she got off and he kept going to somewhere else to do God knew what in a decent but not pretentious suit.

It would have been nice if he was a middle aged woman. No. It was nice. It was just that he killed her because he was gorgeous and silent and not interested and why couldn’t she be the one to say something first? She was not shy. That was not who she was, she could talk to anyone. She was a trial lawyer, talking was what she did.

But not to Train Guy.

There would be a delay and he would glance up and make eye contact as though to say, “ugh this,” or something strange would happen or the crossword guy who sat at the other end of the car would yell out a request for a “five letter word ending in u,” and Train Guy would give her this little smile like they were in on the same joke and she’d think about him all day.

She finally cracked around the time the weather started getting cold in October. He had a coat, it was just one of those gray wool coats that a thousand people had but he made it look good. That morning crossword guy called out a request for “knight, seven letters,” and Train Guy gave her one of those half amused, half annoyed smiles and she cracked.

She dug a post it note out of her purse and put her name and number on it. She fiddled with it until the tinny speaker system announced that her stop was the next one.

She stood. He sat across from her, closer to the window while she’d taken the aisle seat. She caught him glance up at her and leaned down to stick the post-it to the screen of his phone without breaking eye contact.

Goddamn it, she was close enough to know that he smelled good.

“If you ever want to tell me the thoughts that go with that smile, give me a call,” she said then wheeled and headed for the stairs as the train pulled into the station.

Surprisingly Pleasant Part 1

Josh Dun x reader

Read the rest: Part 2, Part 3

Summary: Working at an amusement park can be extremely dull sometimes and dealing with horrible guests, can make it even worse. But sometimes, maybe the guests aren’t that bad.

Words: 910

A/N: Just something random based on past experiences of working at an amusement park. I’m thinking of possibly doing a part two of the reader and Josh bumping into each other in the amusement park, after her shift. Would you guys want to read that?

It was a slow day at work. Since it was a Thursday, in the middle of May, there weren’t many people at the amusement park that you worked at. Parents were at work, high school students were in school, and since you were neither nor, you were at work at the amusement park.

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luna-person  asked:

(2/2) Also, can shiro proposing to keith be a yearly thing( building on the "I'll say yez to you if you asked me 50 times they don't have to get married every year just think it'd be cute(though they'd definitely get married on the 50th year)) And, I think one of my favorite tropes in the family au so far is keith calling shiro nicknames (such as bro, dude ,man, etc.)and keith going monotone (I live for it)(I'm scrolling through your voltron family tag and it's amazing, so sorry for spam) xoxo ♡

OKAY. I absolutely ADORE the fact that Keith and Shiro calls each other “BRO” “DUDE” “MAN” too despite being married ‘cause I just find it utterly hilarious that’s why it makes its appearance from time to time. ;) They did call each other “BRO” and “DUDE” when they got together even when Shiro proposed. Keith going monotone LMAO I’m so happy you live for that because SAME. 

The 50 times thing Keith said is not joke. SHIRO DOES PROPOSE YEARLY. Let’s have a breakdown on how it went through the years.

[The Voltron Family] The times Takashi Shirogane proposed to Keith. They didn’t always have a wedding because that’s just absurd. They, however, do something special, like a dinner date.

[1st]  We know this was during their 8th year of dating. Had a wedding in Japan with the parents and all—traditional Japanese style.

[2nd] He proposed while they watched CSI before sleeping. Had their second wedding in Japan—modern style. The kids were there.

[3rd] Keith was eating his cereal because he was stayed up late editing so he didn’t have the energy to cook anything for his breakfast. Also he woke up late, it was already noon. Shiro went down to the kitchen and saw his husband, still in his Adventure Time pyjamas, messy bed hair everywhere, eyes closing every 5 seconds, spoon hanging in the air. 

Shiro: Good Morning, sleepy head. *gives Keith a kiss on the cheek*
Keith: Who are you? *blinks sleepily* *spoon still hanging in the air*
Shiro: *bends down to take Keith’s spoon and eat his cereal*
Keith: What the hell? *tries to look angry but is still sleepy*
Shiro: *gulps* *chuckles* Marry me?
Keith: *eyes widens* *blinks repeatedly* Looking like this?
Shiro: *examines Keith* Looking like a college student who had 10 minutes of sleep because of thesis paper and is definitely not ready to face the day to take not only one, but five of his final exams? *smiles* DEFINITELY.
Keith: *rolls his eyes while smiling fondly* Fine. Gimme a second to wash my face and we can let the kids wed us.
Shiro: Perfect. *leans in the give Keith a peck on the lips* KIDS!!!! DADDIES ARE GETTING MARRIED!!!! 
Pidge: AGAIN? *shouts back*
Shiro: WHAT IS WITH THAT TONE, YOUNG LADY? YES. AGAIN.

[4th] Keith was washing the cars with the help of Shiro. He stepped on the stepping ladder to reach the top when he was met with Shiro on the other side.

Shiro: *beams* Marry me, oh sweet sexy car washer guy!
Keith: This sweet sexy car washer guy will only marry the other sexy car washer guy if they actually finish washing the cars. *throws foams of bubbles at Shiro’s face*
Shiro: *still beaming* *foam lands on his nose* I’ll take that as a yes!

[5th] They were doing groceries at the PRODUCE section with the kids when suddenly Keith turned around to call for Shiro and he saw him down on one knee, holding out a beansprout tied at its ends in a poor attempt of a ring.

Keith: I’m not that cheap! *places hand on chest* *scandalized*
Shiro: *holds out another beansprout ring* *smiles*
Keith: Now that’s what I’m talking about. I like my men rich. *holds out one hand for Shiro to put his rings on*

[6th] Keith was in the bathroom when Shiro knocked. 

Shiro: *opens the door to enter* *slides the shower curtain aside* *frantic* Keith, will you marry me?!!
Keith: *eyes widens* *tries to cover his body with more bubbles* SHIRO WHAT THE HELL? *slips in the bathtub*
Shiro: *catches Keith in time* Why hello there, handsome. Did it hurt? When you fell for me? *wiggles eyebrows*
Keith: Shiro, I love you but I swear to god I’m going to kill you.
Shiro: Great! That’s settled then! I’ll pick you up at 8pm for our dinner date, fiance~ *winks* *leans down to kiss Keith on the lips* *blinks repeatedly as he tastes his own lips* Huh, soapy.

[7th] Keith received an urgent call from Shiro telling him to come immediately to the hospital, he wouldn’t tell him what the emergency was, just that Keith needed to be there ASAP. So Keith drove as fast as he could, leaving early from work. He looked for Shiro frantically until he found him, looking devastated in his own office.

Keith: Shiro, what’s wrong? *approaches him* *places hand on his shoulders*
Shiro: Keith, I want you to be calm, alright? 
Keith: Okay. *nods*
Shiro: I got my recent heart scan and I found out that…
Keith: *gulps* *sweats nervously* Yes?
Shiro: *sighs* I guess it’s better you see it yourself. *takes out a big brown folder from his drawer and hands it to Keith*
Keith: *takes it and opens it* *the scan reveals Shiro’s heart but in there were white veins that spelled out “WILL YOU MARRY ME?”* 
Shiro: *smirks*
Keith: *looks up* *slaps Shiro* *smiling* I FUCKING HATE YOU! 
Shiro: *laughs* *grabs Keith’s hand to stop him from slapping him further*
Keith: Though I gotta hand it to you, this is really creative.
Shiro: Yeah? You think so too? *looks at the X-Ray.
Keith: Yeah… *looks up at Shiro and slaps him again* DON’T YOU EVER SCARE ME LIKE THAT AGAIN!
Shiro: *chuckles* Sorry, sorry! But I just couldn’t resist. So? What’s your answer? *smiles fondly at Keith while interlacing their hands*
Keith: Of course, it’s a yes. You still have 44 proposals to go.
Shiro: *smirks* Wow. Someone’s counting.
Keith: Someone has to. I wonder what you’ll do next year. Gonna get creative every year, aren’t we?
Shiro: *sways them* I dunno. I could propose while I’m pooping—
Keith: And I’d still say yes. *leans in to give Shiro a peck on the lips*
Shiro: *chuckles* Wow, okay. I know you liked me, but I didn’t know you liked me THAT much, Keith!

Camping w/ Nct dream
  • This is a continuation of road trip w/Nct dream so if you haven’t read that you can find it here
  • So y’all arrive @ the campsite
  • you’ve been in the car for seven hours so when you finally step outside you’re like ‘I’m free’
  • and then you proceed to run around like a weirdo
  • Chenle decides to join you so now both of you running around campsite screaming
  • everybody else pretends like they don’t know you guys because let’s be honest y’all are embarrassing
  • but you don’t care because you’ve been sitting down forever and you need to wake up your legs
  • after you and Chenle are done being weird you guys go over to help the others unload the car
  • So after you unload the car you guys assign each other jobs to do to help set up
  • Renjun, Jeno, and Jisung are in charge of distributing supplies (Sleeping bags, Flashlights, etc.)
  • Jaemin, Mark, and Donghyuck are in charge of getting the fire started
  • which leaves you and Chenle to set up the tent
  • and let me tell ya, you guys struggle
  • It ended up being some weird version of twister
  • you were trying to hold up the tent while Chenle crawled under you to try to fix the bottom part of the tent
  • It is not hard to guess that this plan did not work out
  • you ended losing your balance and following on top of Chenle
  • Which leaves you shook because you still have that huge crush on Chenle
  • you jump of Chenle as soon as the others come back from doing their jobs
  • They’re staring at you and Chenle because you to absolutely failed at putting the tent up
  • They are like ‘Do you need help’
  • and y’all are like ‘Yes’
  • The other members mumble something about how the two of you are freeloader but they still help put the tent up
  • After the tent is set you and Nct Dream sit by the campfire roasting some marsh mellows and making smores
  • While all of you are eating you notice some chocolate that was smeared on Chenle’s face
  • Not thinking you reach out and wipe the chocolate of his face
  • everyone freezes and stares @ the two of you
  • As soon as you wipe off chocolate you quickly turn away to hide your bright red face
  • but you don’t see the light blush that appeared Chenle’s face
  • Later that night you were drawing pictures in the dirt with a stick
  • Chenle comes by and challenges you to a drawing contest
  • you’re like ‘bring it one’
  • the two of you being drawing pictures in the sand one after another to see who’s is better
  • The other dream members surround you because it is getting intense and they start to cheer you guys on
  • in the middle of the contest, the members stop cheering and you look around to see what happened
  • Chenle had written ‘ I like you (Y/N)’ in the dirt with a heart next to it.
  • your heart exploded
  • you quickly wrote ‘I like you too’ in the dirt
  • the rest of the dream members awe and Donghyuck takes another photo because he has to have one for his collection
  • y’all get embarrassed and you try to hide behind Chenle
  • Later at night when the rest of the members are asleep you and chenle lay on your sleeping bags next to each other  and look at the stars
  • you two try to find the constellations or make up ones yourself
  • “look, that one looks like a half eaten baggle”
  • “That one looks like a dog with wings”
  • this goes on for a while but at some point, while talking you fall asleep
  • Chenle looks at you smiling and pushes a strand of hair out of your face he softly whispers ‘goodnight’ before falling asleep under the stars himself 
  • the end

| Nct Dream Scenario |

~ Camping w/ Nct Dream ~

In this one I focused more on the relationship between Chenle and (Y/N)

[Requests are Open]

-Ary💞

this week is sort of my “spring break” because my doctor’s out, which means i’m taking the week off.  i wrote most of this while roadtripping home with my sister (THIRTEEN HOURS, YO) and overdosing on oreos.  

title: homecoming, pt. 2 (or, death by motion sickness & overbearing mothers)
fandom: hamilton
pairing: tjeff x reader
rating: t
word count: 3518
tagged: @notalwaysfair

You have a high school reunion that you can’t miss, and you’re in need of a boyfriend to keep both your parents and your classmates off your back.  You don’t have a boyfriend — but you do have one very irritating, accommodating coworker.

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A Roadtrip | Pt. (1/2)

Originally posted by jeonify

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Member: Jeon Jungkook

Words: 4.2k

Synopsis: The title says it all. Jungkook makes your planned roadtrip to Busan a bit messy

A/N: Jungkook…. has got me feeling some type of ways, so I HAD to write this. I originally intended to post this as one whole scenario but that’d be too long I guess. Anyways, I promise that after I posting the next part of this story I will continue with The Four Elements lgkjaggalksjh. I just…. needed a way to get my feelings straight….. I’m a mess.

Pt. 2


You loved the feeling of the fresh summer breeze coming in contact with the soft skin on your face, the wind causing your hair to wave in the air, your eyes closed as you let the breeze calm you down.

Roadtrips were your favorite thing, and it became kind of your own tradition to do a city roadtrip every summer. You did not know exactly when it started, but every year around July, you found yourself driving in your cabriolet to random cities, enjoying every single unique element that each city in your country had, eventually taking pictures with your polaroid, the memories captured forever, just in one single picture.

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Those who are Broken | Chapter Ten

Everyone has a soulmate. Except the Broken.

↬ Word count: 2295

↬ This is the earliest I’ve ever posted something. Just gonna high five myself.

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Originally posted by gothdollysedits

“Come on, Cupcake,” Taehyung begged, snuggling closer to you.

“No,” you simply stated, flipping to the next page of your book you weren’t even reading anymore. You had come outside to read in peace, but Taehyung decided to fuck you over by coming over to bother you.

Currently, you were staring down blankly at your book as Taehyung kept you close to him. You were sitting in between his legs as he kept his arms wrapped around you firmly. He was going on about wanting to go out of town for the week break the school was giving the students. You thought it would be nice.

You know, getting away for a while, exploring a bit, but then reality hit you. Taehyung wanted to go out of town with just you.

Just you.

That’s where you had to draw the line and decline his offer. Going somewhere with Taehyung that meant the two of you would be gone for days only meant that things would happen, and possible regrets would surface.

“Why not?” he whined, nuzzling his face into the side of your neck, his lips brushing along your skin. A tingling feeling followed his movements.

You suppressed a shiver as you told him, “Because I’m not going anywhere with just you. I’m not going to be persuaded into thinking you’re available.” You closed your book, no longer trying to make it look like you were reading.

“What if I am available?” he asked, placing a kiss along the crook of your neck.

You felt yourself move your head to the side to give him more access to your neck, closing your eyes to enjoy the feeling. “You’re not. You have a soulmate.”

Another kiss. “That’s never stopped you before.”

You opened your eyes.

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Accidental possesion, part 3

Part 2: https://m2mbodyswappingandmore.tumblr.com/post/156185177836/accidental-possesion-part-2

See this guy? Yeah, that is Ryan. My brother’s bestfriend. How the hell on Earth am I the one that is controling his body? Seconds ago I was in my brother’s body and now I am standing here, horrified of the sudden change of point of view. I stood there like I was frozen. Then the reality hit me. I ran to the mirror. 

“Wow, Ryan is a great looking guy, well I am now,” 

I was looking at myself in the mirror, but I was feeling a bit unsure what had just happened. Am I cursed to possess other people for the rest of my life? What cause this that I can do that? Am I gonna be able to depossess people? Can I possess the people I already possessed? I have to get answers to alteast one of these questions. Now…

I went to my brother’s body still lying unconscious. I touched him, but nothing happened. Fuck, I can’t go back. I need to find out what is going on. Should I tell my brother? He started to wake up. I came to him and helped hom to get on his feet.

“What happened? I feel like hungover. said Patrick

I had to come up with a suitable lie. “You texted me that you will come over and I found you like this bro. You ok? You look like you need help.”

“No, it’s just that my head is pounding. I don’t even remember coming here. And why the hell am I naked? Hey, did you do something to me?” his voice started to sound a bit more happier.

“No, but since I haven’t seen you for a long time and also haven’t had anything with a girl for quite a while, I could use a relief. Want me to suck your dick bro?”

“Stop making fun of me, I think I will go home. Text me later, we should hang out.”

“Whatever you want bro, see you”

I closed the door to his appartement. Now, where is that marines uniform. I searched through his closegt, but it wasn’t there. I saw a bag on the ground. That idiot didn’t even unpack his stuff. I put on his uniform. Fuck, that is so hot. I am Ryan. I can be anyone I want. I just have to find out how to use this new power that I have. I took out his Iphone, snapped a photo and made a new Grindr profile. Searched for other gays nearby and went out to get a new date. I never had a chance in my old body to try anything with other guys.  

I went outside to his car. Suddenly some guy texted me. He asked for a photo. In my old body, I would have been shy to send any, but now, I was a Supermale.

I  sent the hoto and the guy was really excited. He texted me his adress and send a photo too.

Jesus, that is the guy from school. I don’t really know him that well, but it is sure going to be a lot of fun.

Good Girl Ch 19: New Friend

“Can I go explore?” I ask from where I still sit on the couch. It has been two hours of nothing but Xiumin typing on that goddamn computer and shuffling papers around.

He looks up at me, “Explore?”

I nod, “I’m bored.”

“Take a nap.”

“I already did.”

“Eat something.”

“I already did. I just want to walk around.”

He huffs, “This is a business baby, I don’t want you wandering around and getting into trouble.”

“I’m a good girl.”

“That’s what we thought, but apparently you like causing trouble.”

I pout, “Only when needed.”

I’m happy he chuckles at that, a small smile graces his face for the first time since we’ve been in here, “Baby, please just give me a little more time and I’ll show you around the building.”

“Can I go ask Mark for more tea?” I bat my eyes at him cutely.

He sighs, “Go a head.”

“Thank you.” I hop out of my seat and speed walk out the door to the lobby. Closing the door behind me I gain the attention of the three men sitting at separate desks in front of the three doors. Mark is the closest, I’m guessing he’s Xiumin’s secretary, I don’t know why I find it so satisfying that he’s not some pretty girl.

“Hello again Miss Jooyoung,” Mark stands and bows, the other two follow suit.

“No need to be so formal,” I smile at them. “Call me Joo.”

“You already know I’m Mark, this is Jinyoung and Jaebum.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” I bow to them.

“We should be saying that, the chairmen have been talking about you a lot,” Jaebum comes over to Mark and I.

“What can we do for you?” Mark asks.

“I was wondering if I could bother you for some tea,” I hold up the empty cup from earlier that he gave me.

“Of course, you can go back inside, I’ll bring it in to you when it’s ready,” He takes the cup from me.

“Can I wait out here? Xiumin oppa seems like he really needs to focus on his work and I feel like I’m bugging him.”

They all nod, “You can sit in the waiting area.”

Just than Jaebum’s phone on his desk rings, he rushes to answer it, “What can I do for you Sir?” He pauses for a minute, listening to whoever his boss is. “I’ll be right in to help you with that.” With one last nod he hangs up the phone, “This is going to be fun, he seems extra upset today.”

“Why is he upset?” I ask automatically concerned for which ever of my daddies was on the phone.

“It’s just that we are doing a merger with another company and that means lots of paper work and meetings and many other things. Not to mention the fact that you’re here and they can’t even leave their offices to greet you.” Jaebum explains.

I blush, “They told you that?”

He chuckles, “They’ve been grumbling about it all morning.”

“You should go in before Luhan comes out,” Mark warns. Jaebum nods before rushing in, closing the door behind him, not even giving me a chance to see Luhan. Glancing at Jinyoung I feel a bit of pity for the very nice looking man, he reminds me of Jin with the warmth his smile gives off.

“Are they nice bosses?” I ask still leaning from foot to foot, not wanting to go sit over in the waiting area to be bored again.

Mark nods, “They are nice, but they can get a little cranky when things get stressful. Luhan is usually the calmest of them all so Jae has it pretty good.”

“Who is the meanest?” Even though I can already guess, especially when we hear Kris yelling for Jinyoung.

“Kris can get a bit crazy,” Mark answers honestly, waving as his friend disappears into the office.

“What about Xiumin oppa? Is he mean to you?”

He shakes his head, “Hyung is really nice, lately he’s been a little frustrated with all the things going on and not being able to get his dose of his baby, as he likes to say.” The phone rings, “Yes?” He nods a couple of times before hanging it back up. “I’ll get your tea then feel free to hang out in the lobby, he hasn’t asked for you yet, so you’re still free for a little bit.”

I nod as he disappears behind a door, returning soon after with a cup of steaming tea. After thanking him I slowly wander over to the sitting area, settling into one of the chairs after I turn it around to be pressed against the floor to ceiling windows. Staring out I feel so small compared to the massive city view in front of me. My wanders to far away places as I sit there, thinking about where Jihyo could be, her family always goes on amazing vacations when she has a break from school, something I usually join in on but not this time, probably never again. I wonder about what my daddies could be doing, stopping myself right as the thought popped in my head. I don’t want to know what could be going on.

Thankfully my thoughts are interrupted by one of the men from before, the smaller one who looks friendlier than before with his arm resting on the back of my chair. My alarms don’t make a sound, I shrink away from the small smile he gives me, instead I give him one in return.

“Hello again beautiful,” His voice warms me.

“Hello to you too. What are you doing here again for?” I ask, hoping not to sound rude.

“I’m here to meet a different chairmen, Kris-ssi.”

I nod, “Where is your friend?” I get up on my knees to look over the back of the chair to find the empty lobby.

“Just me, why did you like him more?” He pouts cutely.

I shake my head and answer honestly, “You just seem different without him around.”

“Seunghyun hyung does bring out my mischievous side.”

“You could probably go knock on the door so they know you are here.”

He shrugs, “I’m a bit too early, I would much prefer to sit here and talk to you.”

“I don’t think my oppas would like that,” I nibble on my lip as I think of their reaction to me interacting with anyone, let alone a boy.

“I promise to be good, I’m sorry I was kind of scary earlier.”

“Pull up a chair I guess.”

He smiles wide before grabbing a chair and placing it facing me, “You are a much better view.”

“No flirting,” I say sternly.

“What? I’m not flirting,” He smirks at me, but my glare doesn’t falter.

“If you are going to do that, I don’t want to talk to you.”

He sighs before holding his hands up in surrender, “Fine Beautiful, you win, I will behave.”

“Good.”

“So what are you doing out here? Still waiting for one of your prince charmings to finish?”

I nod.

“You don’t seem like their normal type of girl. You are different,” He says almost to himself as he stares at me.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“You aren’t shaking in your boots. Every girl I’ve seen anywhere near men like us is shaking in their heels, only spreading their legs when their life is at risk.”

I stare at him, “Men like you.”

He nods with a smirk on his face, “So you do know. Hyung thought you were just some brainless fuck toy, but I knew the moment I looked at you that you are much more than a pretty face.”

“I’m not supposed to talk about it,” I tense and look back out the window.

“No worries Beautiful, I’m like your oppas, I know what’s going on,” He tries to relax me with one of his smiles but it doesn’t work.

“If you already know, we don’t need to talk about it,” I snap back.

“You’re a smart little girl.”

I sit up fully in my spot, my little mind stepping aside so I can deal with this guy as my real self. “I’ve been told.”

He blinks at me for a minute, “That was interesting. You seem different.”

“I don’t want to talk to you.”

“Beautiful please, I’m sorry, can we start over? Please? I will behave, no flirting, no teasing, no questions about your oppas, just me talking to a girl.”

I sigh, crossing my arms over my chest, “Last chance.”

“So tell me, how old are you?”

“I’m 17, I’ll be 18 in a couple months.”

He nods, “So you’re in high school. You must go to the school Suho-ssi runs.”

I nod.

“I’m really bad at small talk, I’m sorry.”

“I have no right to judge, I’m pretty socially awkward myself.”

“So how about we cut the crap and have an actual conversation, none of that awkward shit?”

I nod, relaxing into my seat, “Please go right ahead.”

“I’m the head of one of the biggest mafia’s in Asia and I am here to discuss what to do with the snitch that was giving information to the police, not just about my group but also your oppas’ group. “

I pause for a minute blinking at him, he stares at me waiting for some kind of reaction, “Well shit, I didn’t know we were getting this real, goddamn.”

He laugh, “That wasn’t what I was expecting.”

“Sorry to disappoint.”

“It’ alright, I’m just happy you aren’t running for the hills.”

I shrug, “I watched an innocent man be murdered right in front of me then smiled right up at the murderer and got into his car with eleven other guys I didn’t know. Now that I think back on it, one of them was carrying a body, and I’m pretty sure that person was alive when they were in the back.”

“I also have this snitch in the back of my car that is down in the private parking garage, screaming his lungs out,” He raises his perfect brow at me, as if daring me to one up him.

I cross my arms over my chest, “I now live with these twelve men and have to follow their ridiculous rules as if I’m a child, letting them dress me like a doll.”

“That isn’t that weird when you’re someone’s hostage.”

“I have to call them daddy.”

He cracks up, “That might be a little weird.”

“Tell me about it, but it’s my own fault, that whole situation. I could have ran,” Looking out the window I sigh at my wasted attempt at freedom.

“Why didn’t you?”

I shrug, “I didn’t really have anything going on in my life.”

He busts out laughing once again, “So you signed up for a life of violence and crime?”

“Nope, I signed up for a life where I’m not even allowed to cook because it’s too dangerous. I can’t go outside alone, I can’t walk around the house alone, they don’t like it when I’m left alone in general, this is the first time I’ve been out of the house in a whole week. You are the only person I’ve had a full conversation with since I’ got out of school, that I haven’t had to worry about what I’m going to say. Am I going to make you mad? Should I say daddy one more time to make it sound extra cute?” I groan.

“What a shame a pretty bird like you is locked in a cage.” I feel him watching me intently as I continue staring out at the city line.

“At least the view is always pretty.”

“You don’t seem like the type to be controlled easily.”

“That’s because I’m my normal self, but as soon as one of them come around the little girl in my head pokes her fucking head up at the opportunity for attention.”

“They are good to you?”

I nod.

“It is only natural to want those who are warm to you to give you attention, especially when it’s not something you are used to. Once you have something like that, it’s hard to stop wanting it.”

I glare at him, “What makes you think I’m not used to it.”

“You didn’t have anyone in your life worth sticking around for so I can’t imagine you got much attention from them.”

“Will you stop being so philosophical? You are a gangster, act like it.”

He chuckles, “I’m not some basic gangster, Beautiful, I’m the head. You have to be smart to get to where I am.”

“I figured you would have to be cold blooded too, but you seem too nice.”

Again, he chuckles and gives me a small smirk, “There are very few who get to see this side of me, I’m not always this charming.”

I scoff, “Charming?”

“Only those I take a special liking to get to see such a nice side.”

Feeling brave I ask, “How hard would it be for me to not be included on that list?”

He raises a brow at me, “Why? Do you not like being in the good graces of another leader?”

I shake my head, “I just want to know how much I can tease you before I end up with a bullet in my head.”

“You are a very interesting girl, no wonder they kept you. I’m jealous, are you sure you don’t want to come with me?”

“I’m good where I am, thanks for the offer.”

“If you ever change your mind, here’s my card.”

I accept the black and card presented to me, with a beautifully decorated dragon on the front I read the perfectly printed letters out loud, “Kwon Jiyong.”

“The one and only.”

“Jooyoung.”

“It is a pleasure to meet you.” He offers his hand that I shake.

“It’s a bit late for introductions with the conversation we’ve had.”

“Well it gave us time to get our dirty laundry out there before this friend ship could begin. It gave us time to bail without knowing the other that well.”

I nod, “I might start off all my friendships out like that now.”

“With, ‘I call the twelve men who basically kidnapped me, daddy?’”

I glare at him, “It’ nothing compared to, ‘I’m the leader of the mafia.’”

“Let me rephrase yours’. ‘I’m not only living with twelve men that I call daddy, but these men are also leaders in one of the two biggest mafias in Asia.’”

“Mr. Kwon?” Kris growls from behind me. I turn around in my seat to see Kris standing there, his chest heaving in anger at the sight in front of him. Jiyong stands up, fixing his suit before giving me a polite smile.

“Sorry our conversation was cut short, I was very much enjoying it.” I raise a brow at his sudden formalness that makes the man bust into a massive grin, “I’ll be free after this meeting, we can talk more after since your oppas will be busy with this new mess.”

“I’ll here. I won’t be picked up till around lunch time Xiumin oppa told me.”

He nods, “Great.”

“What the hell is going on?” Kris growls. “Joo, get over here.” I crawl out of my chair into his open arms, happy to be in his warm embrace. He strokes my head gently, peppering kisses in my hair. “Are you okay? Did he hurt? Scare you?”

“I’m fine, he was just keeping me distracted while you guys are finishing your work, “ I stare up at him innocently.

“Are you sure?”

I nod, “I like Mr. Kwon, he’s nice.”

“Jiyong oppa,” Jiyong corrects.

“I don’t like that you think you know each other that well to be so informal,” Kris snaps.

Jiyong looks at Kris, I watch as he does exactly what I’ve seen my oppas do many times. His eyes turn cold and vicious, something you would expect from a mobster. “I don’t like when you interrupt our conversations but I didn’t complain. Now before I let my temper get the better of me, I came to talk about something important. Could we talk about it in your office?”

Kris gives me one more kiss, this time on the lips, “Go back into Hyung’s office, we don’t want you out here all alone.”

“I want her to come along,” Jiyong decides.

“I don’t know why you seem to think you have a say in it.”

“Because the information I’m giving to you is out of the goodness of my fucking heart, so you should listen when I make such a small request,” He growls before looking to me with a much softer look in his eyes. “Plus Jooyoung was bored in there, this will be much more exciting for all of us.”

I Remember You

Summary: You run into someone you knew before the apocalypse and that someone happens to be, Negan.

Sentence starter: “I remember you, I had a crush on you for like a month back when I was like thirteen.”

Pairing: Negan x Reader, Negan x You

Word Count: 1,435 Words

Type: Oneshot at this stage 

Multi-part series, 1 /2

Warnings: Swearing, awful flirting, large age gap (legal age gap, y’all), general Negan stuff.

Rating: Probably like PG13???

Originally posted by thepumpkinqueenn

As you fired another bullet between the branches of the bush you where crouched behind you were suddenly shoved face first in the dirt, the gun being ripped from your grasp. You were roughly pulled from behind the shrub and thrown to your knees in the muck. Your eyes met with a black pair of boots, a barbed wire bat resting on top of the left shoe. As you slowly look up taking in the man standing in front of you, from his blood splattered white shirt to his leather jacket you weren’t expecting to see a familiar grinning face looking down at you. Negan.

“Well shit honey, I did not expect to have someone as cute and small as you firing a fucking M60 in my goddamn direction today – AND! Where in the fuckin’ fuckedy fuck did you manage to find such a badass gun?” He very enthusiastically said, you don’t remember him being so animated. He had always been loud and charismatic but it seemed he had taken on a new persona, like he was playing a modern-day king in a musical.

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Radio Chaos (Pt. 1)

Genre: Smut, Angst, Racer!Jungkook

Word Count: 4,155

Warnings: Sexual content, drinking, swearing

Summary:  The dark hoodies and jackets they’re wearing hugging and touching their bodies in places every girl is dying to and you find yourself yearning for their warmth. While the unforgiving November wind creeps up your body, you wonder how soothing it would feel in the embrace of a notorious boy.

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A/N: So tell me if you want me to continue this story, as always, your opinion means a lot to me. I didn’t read it through, so there are probably some errors. Enjoy! :) NONE OF THESE PICTURES ARE MINE, CREDITS TO THE OWNERS

They’re already here.

You can see the cars as you’re approaching, and you can barely distinguish a couple of figures that are leaning on them.

You can hear them talking, a laugh slipping out here and there – it all sounds like a murmur of voices, boyish voices; deep and rough, but soft at the same time, playful in a way, beckoning you over. Sharply cut strands of hair playing with the wind, pierced ears – and you think to yourself that ‘earrings have never looked hotter on boys’.
The dark hoodies and jackets they’re wearing hugging and touching their bodies in places every girl is dying to and you find yourself yearning for their warmth. While the unforgiving November wind creeps up your body, you wonder how soothing it would feel in the embrace of a notorious boy.

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So Im on night shift, and our drive-through POS crashed so we only have the front one. I'm backed up on drive orders since I cant send them to the other POS, and this guy walks in and watches me collect a car, take an order, and then collect that order before I can take his. He then gets mad as I try to explain that we're down to only 1 machine, and he makes a racist remark, then says "You'll probably just spit on my food, so I'll spit on your store", hocks a loogie on our counter and storms off