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Masterlist - Bubblesirwin

* indicates the story has smut in it

^ indicates my favorite writings

+ indicates the most popular writings

Blurb Nights

Best Friend Blurb Night


Recommended Stories!  Including My 5SOS Loves and Harry Styles. (Also possibly some others)  :-) <3

Fake Texts

Getting A Kitten

(You bring home a kitten for you and Michael to have)


(Unexpectedly, you surprise Michael by coming on tour with him)


Sleeping In the Same Bed

(You and Michael are best friends who like to share a bed)

Anxiety Attacks

(You have bad anxiety and it starts to show when you can’t find Michael at a party)

Check Him Out

(Your husband is just too hot for you to stop staring at// super cute and I love it)

April Fool’s

(Michael always pranks you, and it’s finally time for some payback)

My Bad

(You and Michael wanted to keep your relationship a secret from the boys, but you two slip up and they find out)


Drunk Love

(He realizes he loves you while you’re dancing to your favorite song in his basement, super drunk)

Fake Texts


(Your craving are all Luke’s fault)


You Get Dared To Kiss

(Two best friends get dared to kiss, and they couldn’t be happier)


Siren  ^

(Luke Hemmings, a siren, falls for a human girl that he shouldn’t be with)

You Are In Love

(Fluff with boyfriend!Luke)

He Doesn’t Deserve You

(Inspired by Heartbreak Girl, Y/n keeps going back to her boyfriend, even after he keeps shattering her heart. Luke cant take it anymore, and finally confessing his love.)

Fake Texts

Cheating  ^

(You find out your boyfriend Calum is cheating on you through your friend)


Sharing Clothes

(Calum’s clothes are much comfier than your own)

 Eye Color  ^

(Your best friend can’t even remember your eye color// just a cute little thing)

Jealous Ex +

(You see Calum after management makes you break up and he gets jealous when he sees you with someone else)

Soccer Star

(Soccer star!boyfriend!Calum wins his game and you’ll always support him)

Fake Love

(It hurts when you find out your boyfriend never really loved you)


She’s A Bitch  ^ +

(Calum’s new girlfriend is a bitch so you and the boys try to make him realize that)

Black Butterflies

(Calum is dating your best friend and you can’t take the heartache so you fly out to America to get away)


Getaway Pt. 1 // Pt. 2 // Pt.3  // Pt. 4 // Pt. 5 // Pt. 6 // Pt. 7 // Pt. 8 // Pt. 9 * ^

(Calum is the leader of a gang and you’re the getaway driver, things get hectic when you start dating and rival gangs try to kill you)

Fake Texts


(Telling Ashton you’re pregnant)



(It’s really bad but princess!Y/n falls for a bakery worker)


(You’re deathly afraid of shots)

You Aren’t Leaving

(Ashton doesn’t want to be kicked out of college)

Snapchat Stories

(Being best friends with Ashton and the boys mean you’re constantly on their snapchat story)

Our Child

(You two have a beautiful son//much cuteness)

The Proposal

(He proposes to you at exactly 12:00 am after pampering you)

Come Back

(You break up because of hate and he misses you)


Ghost  ^

(He’s just a lonely ghost who whishes and prays to be set free)

Stood Up

(You get stood up for a date and best friend!Ashton is there to defend you from the dick who stood you up)


I’m Not The One Pt. 1  //  Pt. 2  //  Pt. 3  //  Pt. 4 (Finale) 

(Really bad soulmate!au where you break your soulmate clock to be with him because you aren’t his soulmate)

protective || the bowers gang

Request : “maybe a Bowers Gang Imagine where (Y/n) is this good girl but she hangs with the guys and they’re really protective over her and always call her "Our Girl” plus I love your writing style so I’d love to see more of your work!!“

-not one of my longer imagines but to the point !! Word count : 700+


Originally posted by nicholashamilton

The Bowers gang was full of narcissistic douchebags that happened to be my best friends. They were known for bullying and tormenting other kids, but I overlooked that because they were good people deep down. There was Henry, the leader, who had major daddy issues and was super mean, but would never lay a finger on me. Then Patrick, some people thought he often came off as "Pervy” but he was just a flirt. Then there was Belch, a major softie deep down, but a tough exterior. And then Victor, in my defense he was pretty harmless but he always watched the tormenting, never participated.

I wasn’t just friends with the guys though. I had a lot of other friends too, and sometimes they didn’t like that. They cut 3rd period to go smoke behind the school so I sat with Richie, Billy, Eddie, and Stan at lunch. Of course, I never had bullied anyone.

Henry’s main targets were Mike and Billy. Belch liked to pick on Eddie and Stan. Patrick went after Ben and Richie constantly. He would always refer to Ben as ‘tits’ which was incredibly rude. Victor would occasionally tease Beverly but he would never touch her.

We were talking about who was the funniest in the group and of course Richie kept insisting that it was him. In my opinion, I thought it was Eddie and Stan seemed to agree. Bill remained silent, not wanting to upset Richie.

“Ok Y/n, I am SO much funnier than Eddie.” Richie exaggerated as I explained how Eddie always made funny side comments.

“All you do is hit on me and make inappropriate sexual jokes.” I shot back at him with a laugh. Bill and Stan chuckled and Eddie agreed. Richie’s face dropped and he playfully tackled me off the lunch bench, pushing me onto the soft grass.

“What’d you just say?” Richie asked, trying to be serious but ended up failing miserably when he started laughing, losing his 'mean’ voice.

“Hey!” A guy’s voice yelled from the distance. I pushed Richie off of me when I saw Henry, Patrick, Vic, and Belch come into the picture. They were super protective and I knew they saw Richie pinning me down.

“Hi!” I popped up off the ground with a smile, brushing my shorts off.

“Were these freaks bothering our girl?” Henry questioned, gritting his teeth as he spoke. He eyed Richie up and down and grabbed him by the shirt, lifting him off the ground.

“No Henry. We were joking. Please let go of him.” I begged, not wanting my friends to start picking on the visibly smaller boy and his friends.

“Listen Tozier, lay your hands on her again and you’re fuckin’ dead. You got me?” Patrick threatened, getting in Richie’s face, pushing his head back with his hand after he was done speaking to him.

Richie nodded, falling on the ground as Henry let him go. I frowned and looked up at The Bowers Gang, who were praising each other for being assholes. I went over to help Richie up but he shook his head not to, his eyes averting over to Patrick.

I instantly got defensive over Richie to my friends, who the fuck were they to tell me who I can and can’t hang out with.

“Why’d you guys do that?” I simply asked, walking over to Patrick and Henry my arms crossed. They were way taller than me so I had to tilt my neck up to talk to them.

“The kid is a loser Y/n. And he was like sitting on you. He needs to know he can’t touch you.” Victor said in a matter-of-fact tone. I furrowed my eyebrows, completely baffled because Richie was harmless.

“He wouldn’t hurt me, you guys didn’t have to be so rude to him.” I quietly told them, considering Bill, Richie, Stan, and Eddie were still in distance. My friends glanced over at the group of young boys, writing on Eddie’s cast.

“You know we are just protecting you.” Belch softly commented, speaking up out of all the boys.

“I know.” I nodded, “But you can’t just go around scaring everyone who talks to me. Got it?” I asked, raising my eyebrow but quickly losing my serious tone as I started giggling.

“Got it.” They all said in unison as Henry put his arm around my shoulders.

“Let’s get out of here.” I suggested, walking with Henry and the rest of my boys closely behind. I liked how protective they were, even if they took it a little too far sometimes.

Something Every High School/College Senior Should Hear.

Today is your day.
You’re off to Great Places!
You’re off and away!

You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes.
You can steer yourself
any direction you choose.
You’re on your own. And you know what you know.
And YOU are the guy who’ll decide where to go.

You’ll look up and down streets. Look ‘em over with care.
About some you will say, “I don’t choose to go there.”
With your head full of brains and your shoes full of feet,
you’re too smart to go down any not-so-good street.

And you may not find any
you’ll want to go down.
In that case, of course,
you’ll head straight out of town.

It’s opener there
in the wide open air.

Out there things can happen
and frequently do
to people as brainy
and footsy as you.

And then things start to happen,
don’t worry. Don’t stew.
Just go right along.
You’ll start happening too.


You’ll be on y our way up!
You’ll be seeing great sights!
You’ll join the high fliers
who soar to high heights.

You won’t lag behind, because you’ll have the speed.
You’ll pass the whole gang and you’ll soon take the lead.
Wherever you fly, you’ll be best of the best.
Wherever you go, you will top all the rest.

Except when you don’t.
Because, sometimes, you won’t.

I’m sorry to say so
but, sadly, it’s true
that Bang-ups
and Hang-ups
can happen to you.

You can get all hung up
in a prickle-ly perch.
And your gang will fly on.
You’ll be left in a Lurch.

You’ll come down from the Lurch
with an unpleasant bump.
And the chances are, then,
that you’ll be in a Slump.

And when you’re in a Slump,
you’re not in for much fun.
Un-slumping yourself
is not easily done.

You will come to a place where the streets are not marked.
Some windows are lighted. But mostly they’re darked.
A place you could sprain both your elbow and chin!
Do you dare to stay out? Do you dare to go in?
How much can you lose? How much can you win?

And IF you go in, should you turn left or right…
or right-and-three-quarters? Or, maybe, not quite?
Or go around back and sneak in from behind?
Simple it’s not, I’m afraid you will find,
for a mind-maker-upper to make up his mind.

You can get so confused
that you’ll start in to race
down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace
and grind on for miles cross weirdish wild space,
headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.
The Waiting Place…

…for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go
or a bus to come, or a plane to go
or the mail to come, or the rain to go
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or the waiting around for a Yes or No
or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.

Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for the wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night
or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.
Everyone is just waiting.

That’s not for you!

Somehow you’ll escape
all that waiting and staying
You’ll find the bright places
where Boom Bands are playing.

With banner flip-flapping,
once more you’ll ride high!
Ready for anything under the sky.
Ready because you’re that kind of a guy!

Oh, the places you’ll go! There is fun to be done!
There are points to be scored. There are games to be won.
And the magical things you can do with that ball
will make you the winning-est winner of all.
Fame! You’ll be as famous as famous can be,
with the whole wide world watching you win on TV.

Except when they don’t
Because, sometimes they won’t.

I’m afraid that some times
you’ll play lonely games too.
Games you can’t win
'cause you’ll play against you.

All Alone!
Whether you like it or not,
Alone will be something
you’ll be quite a lot.

And when you’re alone, there’s a very good chance
you’ll meet things that scare you right out of your pants.
There are some, down the road between hither and yon,
that can scare you so much you won’t want to go on.

But on you will go
though the weather be foul.
On you will go
though your enemies prowl.
On you will go
though the Hakken-Kraks howl.
Onward up many
a frightening creek,
though your arms may get sore
and your sneakers may leak.

On and on you will hike,
And I know you’ll hike far
and face up to your problems
whatever they are.

You’ll get mixed up, of course,
as you already know.
You’ll get mixed up
with many strange birds as you go.
So be sure when you step.
Step with care and great tact
and remember that Life’s
a Great Balancing Act.
Just never foget to be dexterous and deft.
And never mix up your right foot with your left.

And will you succeed?
Yes! You will, indeed!
(98 and ¾ percent guaranteed.)


be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray
or Mordecai Ali Van Allen O'Shea,
You’re off the Great Places!
Today is your day!
Your mountain is waiting.
So…get on your way!

Devil’s Advocate - Chanyeol X Reader AU Series - Chapter 7

Vampire!Chanyeol X Angel!Reader

Genre: Action, fluff, angst, thriller

Warnings: Violence, blood, language

Word Count: 3,070

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For the first time since you could remember, you slept peacefully.

You dreamed of home. Of the lush grassy fields that tickled your fingertips as you ran your hands across the brush. Of the sunlight that flittered through the mosaic of leafy branches that spawned from burly oaks. Of the bustling city life, full of seraphim working hard to bring justice and peace to earth. You were reliving the day when you first arrived on the job. You were in charge of aiding in the interrogation of a rogue seraph; one who had allegedly committed the homicide of a human by convincing them to jump off of a skyscraper. You were beyond nervous. Pushing your large-framed glasses up your nose bridge, you hugged the files you were holding closer to your chest. Then you opened the door. You expected to see the wanted criminal sitting down with his hands cuffed to the chair he sat on.

But you didn’t.

He wasn’t there.

No one was.

The only image you were greeted with was the violent, red flashing of lights as sirens began to sound.

He had escaped. It was your first day on the job, and the latent serial killer had escaped.

Your chest clenched painfully, suffocating the air around you. The red lights were flashing…



You jerked upwards, sitting up and gasping for air. Red light pulsated across the room in a steady rhythm, the alarm blaring dully in sync.

Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong.

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Mafia pt2-Suho

Originally posted by suhocean

“You need people like me, so you can point your fucking fingers and go ‘That’s the bad guy.”

You sat in the back of the black suv that your main man was driving. You and your best fighters and shooters were on your way to do a drug deal.

“Have you heard the news, boss?” Tae, your best shooter, said to you from the front seat.

“Hm?” You questioned.

“Suho’s gang is expanding their territory west.”

Your eyes went wide, “Thats Namjoon’s territory though.”

“I know! I heard on the streets that Suho is going to make them a sub-unit to his gang.” 

You chuckled, “Namjoon would never be someone’s sub-unit.”

Namjoon didn’t have the biggest gang but we all knew that if one of us fell off, he’d be right there to claim our crown.

“I know, that’s why its shocking. We should’ve taken that territory.” Tae whined and you rolled your eyes while smiling.

Suho was a very clever man, a very strategic man. If he wasn’t in one of the most powerful gangs you’d consider dating him. 

But he is and there’s no way he’d join gangs with co-leadership, he’d want to be in control of it all. 

You got taken out of your trance as the car pulled up to the storage unit.

“You ready?” You asked your men turning to face them. 

“If they do anything sketchy.. kill them all.”You said turning back to the door and walking through it.

“Hello beautiful!” The man said, smiling at you.

You rolled your eyes and folded arms over your chest.

“You got the money?” You asked monotone. 

The man chuckled and sighed, “Well you see..-”

“He bought guns from us.” Suho said, walking out from the darkness of the background. 

Your eyes went wide as your men pulled out their guns and Suho’s gang did the same. 

The man in the middle started to sweat, Suho looked at him in disgust. 

“Why didn’t you tell me you were going to meet up with this pretty jewel?” Suho asked the man.

“I didn..-”

Suho kicked his leg out from underneath him and he fell. 

“Were you trying to set one of us up?” Suho screamed at the man, he punched him in the face and held him up to look at what he caused.

“You see this? Huh?! She’s not going to back down and my men won’t either, you are going to start a world war.” Suho growled out, pushing the man down.

You watched silently, it shamelessly turned you on to see Suho be so dominant and aggressive. 

“Please.. please I have a wife.. she’s pregnant..” The man pleaded looking up at Suho. 

You felt disrespected, like he didn’t think you were that much of a threat, like you were weak. 

You cleared your throat, and Suho looked at you.

“Go beg for her mercy.” He demanded. 

The man crawled over to you and looked up at you and kissed your shoe.

“Please.. “

You looked down at him, he was trying to set you up. He was hoping Suho’s gang would shoot you down so he could take the money and drugs.

He thought you were weak.

You pulled the gun from the back of your pants and pulled the safety down. 

The man started to cry and hold on to your legs. 

“Don’t fucking touch her.” Suho growled out.

“Please.. my wife… my child..” He cried out again.

You cocked the gun and pointed it at the man, “I’ll make sure they’re taken care of.” you pulled the trigger.

Everything seemed to get quiet, deadly silent. 

Suho looked at you and you looked at him.

“You know, some would say this is fate.” He smirked.

“Listen, I am not going to be one of your little play things, I am not disposable after you’ve gotten your fuck. I worked my ass off to prove myself in this life and I’ll be damned if I play second to you.” You spat.

Looking around, you saw each of your men had a gun pointed at Suho’s and vise versa. 

“You could never be my second.” 

You looked at him, “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“You’d be by my side, we control this whole city together. We’d be untouchable.” He said.

You chuckled and bit your tongue, “ So you just want me as a business partner?”

“I want you to be mine.” 

You rolled your eyes and turned away from him, to your men. 

“Let’s go.”

You walked out the front door and heard Suho say, “You’ll be mine baby girl just wait. Every king needs his queen.”

The Girl In The Serpent Jacket

Word Count: 2377

    A/N: okay so I got two requests from jishwadunwityou and fandom-quote on Tumblr that were super similar so I decided to just write them together! I hope you enjoy this! Much love ️

Originally posted by burgerheadjones


    “There she goes again, it’s every day with this girl!” Cheryl exclaimed, watching with Veronica, Betty, Kevin, Josie, and Archie as Y/N Cierra walked by, sporting her Southside Serpents jacket.

    “I don’t think I’ve ever seen her without it on.” Archie commented, and everyone nodded, agreeing.

    “Who and what?” Jughead asked, walking up to the group as Y/N turned the corner into another hallway.

    “Y/N Cierra and her Serpent jacket.” Betty said, and Jugheads face lit up.

    “Y/N Cierra, I haven’t heard that name in forever. How do you know her, and how do you know she wears a serpent jacket?” Jughead asked, and everyone turned to him, trying to read his face to see if he was kidding or not.

    “You’re kidding right?” Kevin asked, and Jughead shook his head slowly.

    “Of course he isn’t. That boy doesn’t ever look up from his laptop long enough to notice anything in this school.” Josie said, earning a few chuckles from people in the group.

    “Jug, Y/N goes to school here, she has for a long time. Although it’s hard to notice because she’s gone a lot, probably off breaking the law with her Serpent buddies.” Cheryl explained, and Jughead nodded, his gaze falling down the hallway where the gang was staring before he came over.

    “How do you know Y/N Cierra?” Veronica asked, but Archie answered for him.

    “She was part of our little gang years ago, you know, before she joined an actual gang.” Archie replied, and Betty nodded.

    “Her and Juggie here were best of friends, but Y/Ns family started going through some tough times, her dad picked everything up and left, and her mom didn’t know what to do, so she joined the Serpents. Y/N grew up around those men, and became one, but she grew distant as well.” Betty explained, and everyone nodded.

    Just then, Y/N turned the corner into the hallway once more, and everyone in the hall stepped to the side, staring her down. Jug looked at his friend for the first time in what felt like ages, she was beautiful, and she wore a smirk on her face as she walked down the hallway, a glowing confidence radiating off of her. The stares coming her way were cruel and judgmental, but she didn’t seem to mind, and Jughead couldn’t help but take interest in his old friend again. Without saying a word, he broke off from his friends and made his way over to the middle of the hallway, stopping right in front of Y/N.

    “Y/N Cierra.” he said, and she stopped walking, looking up at the raven haired boy.

    “Jughead Jones.” she replied, giving a small smile. “Long time no talk, although I always see you around.”

    “Yeah…” Jughead chuckled slightly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I hadn’t even noticed we went to the same school, it’s been forever since I’ve seen you and you haven’t ever been in any of my classes.”

    “Don’t worry about it, you’re always busy writing that novel, and you’ve got your own stuff going on, I’m not mad. It’s good to talk to you again, although I’m a little surprised.” she said, and Jughead looked at her questioningly.

    “How so?” he asked, and Y/N gave a slight shrug.

    “You seem to have a tightly knit gang, full of people who I can only imagine don’t approve too much of my kind. I thought they might have rubbed off on you, that you just didn’t want to talk to me because I’m the odd one out at this school.” she confessed, and Jughead chuckled, giving his award winning smirk.

    “You do realize who you’re talking to, right? I’m not exactly a fitting piece in this schools puzzle, I don’t fit in either. I don’t mind that you’re a serpent, if I had known you went here, we would of had this conversation a long time ago.” Jughead reassured, and Y/N smiled, blushing slightly. Just then her phone buzzed, and she pulled it out of her jacket, looking down at the text she received.

    “I have to run, can we continue catching up later?” Y/N asked, typing a response back and putting her phone back in her pocket.

    “Absolutely, how about Pops tonight?” Jughead suggested, and Y/N smiled, nodding.

    “Sounds like a plan, Beanie.” she replied, and Jughead chuckled, rolling his eyes at the use of her old nickname for him.

    “Let’s not bring that back, I don’t need Reggie hearing it and adding it to his list of names for me.” Jughead said, and she giggled, straightening her jacket and backing up slowly.

    “Whatever Beanie, you know you like it.” she said, waving at him and turning to leave the school. Jughead watched as she left, and he felt something he hadn’t felt since the last time he had spoken to her all those years ago, butterflies.

• • •

    Jughead made his way into the diner, taking a seat as his favourite booth and waited for Y/N to walk through the door. He didn’t quite know why he was so nervous, it was a feeling he wasn’t used to, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t kind of like it. It was almost exciting. Just then, the bell above the door rang out, and all the murmurs in the diner was replaced with an eerie silence. All eyes were on the (y/h/c) haired girl with the serpent leather jacket on, and she didn’t seem phased at all.

    “Hey Y/N!” Jughead called, and she looked over at him, smiling.

    “Hey there Beanie!” she exclaimed, happily making her way to the booth and taking a seat across from him. “How are you doing?” she asked, and he shrugged.

    “I’m fine, how are you?” he asked, and she smirked, imitating his shrug.

    “I’m good.” she said, and Jughead smiled at her.

    “I’m glad.” he replied. A waiter came over to the table and placed down two chocolate milkshakes, and Y/N smiled at him.

    “Thank you, sir.” she said cheerily, and the man looked at her confused for a second before smiling back and nodding his head.

    “You’re very welcome, m'am.” Jughead chuckled as the waiter walked away, looking Y/N down amusingly.

    “What?” she asked, taking a sip of her milkshake. “Just because I’m in a gang doesn’t mean I can’t be polite.” she teased.

    “You are something else, aren’t you?” Jughead said, and she nodded. The two of them caught up, telling eachother about how their lives were these days, hardships and all. They talked for so long that when they decided to leave, it was 20 after midnight.


    Y/N and Jughead quickly became inseparable for the second time in their lives, always hanging out and talking. And the both of them quickly caught feelings for the other, although neither of them would ever admit to it. And every day together set more fire to their flames.

    “Beanie!” Y/N called, running up behind the raven-haired boy and wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

    “Jacket!” he teased, and she rolled her eyes, making her way by his side.

    “Don’t call me that, it sounds weird.” she laughed, and Jughead looked amusingly her way.

    “Oh but Beanie is so much better?” He asked, and she nodded.

    “Yes, I’ve called you it since we were kids, it’s endearing. Anyways, ‘Jacket’ sounds like you’re reminding me to wear one.” she joked, and he chuckled.

   "It does not!“

   "Yes it does! It sounds like your my mother who caught me trying to leave without one and it’s snowing outside, so you quickly remind me I’m forgetting a jacket.” she argued, and Jughead rolled his eyes.

    “I think you’re crazy.” Jughead replied, stopping at his locker. Y/N leaned on the lockers beside of his, watching as Jughead put in his code. Just then, Chuck came down the hall and spotted Y/N, looking her up and down before he made his way over.

    “Would you look it here, we have Miss Badass in the house today.” he said, leaning against the lockers next to Y/N.

    “Fuck off Chuck.” she spat, and Chuck gave a smile.

    “So sassy and mean. I like a girl with attitude, you know! Just means they’re more fun in the-”

    “Listen, I know you have a hard time understanding the concept of what 'no’ means, but maybe you’ll better understand a threat.” Y/N interrupted, standing up straighter. “If you don’t leave me the hell alone, you’ll find your house broken into and your balls missing with a nice 'get well soon’ card from me and the serpents on your bedside table. Do I make myself clear?”

    Chuck stood dumbfounded for a few seconds, his hand moving to hover over his pants while he processed the threat just spat at him. Even though he was threatened, Chuck wasn’t going to give up, I mean when does he ever make good decisions?

    “Playing hard to get are we?” he chuckled darkly, eyeing Jughead who was just sitting and observing. “Is it because you’re with this emo loser here? I mean come on Y/N, don’t you think you deserve a real man?”

    “Yeah, why do you think I’m choosing Jughead over you?” she replied, and Chucks face went from amused to pissed.

    “He is not more of a man than me, he is just some dark and lonely emo who spends way too much time writing.” Chuck said angrily, and Y/N laughed.

    “A real man knows what 'no’ means, and doesn’t take advantage of women. A real man spends time doing things he loves, which for Jughead happens to be writing, and for your information he isn’t lonely. He has more real friends now than you’ve ever had in your life.” Y/N argued, her fists balling up. People in the hallway were staring now, some nodding in agreement with Y/N and others laughed at how he was just told off by a serpent. Chuck scoffed, his fist banging on the locker next to Y/Ns head as he backed her up into it.

    “Listen here, you trashy serpent slut,” he sneered, his face inches from her own. “I don’t know what hole you slithered out of, but I think it’s time you go back. I refuse to be made an example of by some trailer trash who comes and goes as she pleases from school because people are scared of her and the people she associates with. News flash sister, I’m not scared, I will drag you if you ever try me again, do I make myself clear?” Y/N kept a straight face, looking over to Jughead as to ask for help, but he was frozen, just watching as she was threatened. Chuck slapped Y/N across the face, grabbing her chin and forced her to look at him. “Answer me bitch!” he yelled.

    “You messed with the wrong girl.” she spat, her knee flying up and landing where it would hurt Chuck most. He backed up in pain and fell to the ground, lying on the floor in unbearable pain. Y/N knelt down beside Chuck and smiled triumphantly down at him.

    “Try some shit like that again, and I’ll show you just how bad a snakes bite hurts, sister.” she said, standing up and straightening her leather jacket. She started down the hall and the people around her moved to the sides of the hall, getting out of her way.

    “Y/N!” Jughead called, running after her but she ignored him and kept on walking. He caught up though, pulling her into an empty classroom that was nearby.

    “You can fuck off too, Jughead!” she yelled, going for the door but Jughead stood in front of it, blocking her only exit.

    “What did I do?” Jughead asked, and Y/N scoffed.

   "More like what did you not do. I stood up for you, but you can’t even do the same for me!“ she argued, and Jughead looked confused down at her.

    "I thought you had it.” he said defensively.

    “I did, but help still would have been appreciated. He pushed me into the lockers, but I mean what was I expecting? Jughead Jones never helps anyone but himself, he doesn’t care about anyone but himself!” Y/N said angrily, and Jughead rolled his eyes.

     "I care about you, Y/N! A lot more than I care about anyone else! I really like you, borderline in love with you! The way you carry yourself throughout this school, the way you have no fucks to give about anyone and what they say about you. You act badass and soulless to everyone around you who doubts you, who gives you shit for being who you are, but when you’re with me you’re this soft little teddy bear who’s probably the cutest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life. I’m sorry I didn’t stick up for your I promise I will next time.“ Jughead confessed, and Y/Ns angry expression melted into a loving one. She leaned up and kissed Jughead, her hands flying to his face and his landing on her waist as he pulled her closer into him. When they pulled apart, Y/N smiled sweetly at him .

    "I like you too, Beanie. You’re the only one I can really be myself around, thank you for that.” she said. Her phone went off again, and she opened it, seeing a text message saying she was being summoned for serpent business, and she closed her phone and put it in her pocket.

    “Do you have to go somewhere?” Jughead asked, and Y/N shrugged.

    “Depends, do you want to skip some responsibilities with me and go to Pops?” she asked, and he chuckled.

    “Of course.” He said, grabbing her hand and they both walked out of the classroom, through the hallways, looking confident and happy as the normal stares were castes their way.

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anonymous asked:

our lil bowers gang™ reacting to their s/o crying?? luv u

kind of fitting considering I have been SOBBING for the past two hours (exams, stress, anxiety etc nothing to worry about) and right about now just need belch to turn up at my doorstop ready to give me love??? you feel me ???

⇾ would honestly get angry more than anything.
⇾ yeah he’d try and awkwardly soothe them, he’s not the best person to deal with or help deal with emotions, but it wouldn’t do much. I think his actions would say more than his words. He’d mostly feel angered and agitated.
⇾ that someone or something had made them upset, so he’d say a couple of /nice/ remarks to try and cheer them up but mostly he’d support his s/o in what he did.
⇾ if it was something to do with school/stress he’d run them a hot bath or he’d put a record on and the two would cuddle, if it was someone at school then the following day he’d make damn sure they’d never even glance his s/o’s way again, if it was family/personal problems he’d calm them down and let them spill their guts out to him, giving them hugs in between, because that’s obviously something he can relate to.
⇾ Overall, he’d try his v best to make them feel good again, in whatever form that would be in.

⇾ he wouldn’t really get why they were upset, I think he’d initially think they were just over exaggerating or doing it to get his attention, which he wouldn’t necessarily mind.
⇾ despite how much they’d tell him that wasn’t true, he’d still believe what he wanted to. He’d not tell them that, though, but deep down he’d definitely think it was a way to garner his attention.
⇾ As mentioned, he definitely wouldn’t mind this so I think he’d probably put on this faux sincere expression, making it look like he actually cared, and would rub their shoulders and whisper /sweet/ things into their ear, not meaning most of the words that left his mouth.
⇾ It’d cheer his s/o up in the short run and patrick would probably earn a few blushes and shy smiles in return, which would make him feel more in charge, something we all know he enjoys.
⇾ Knowing his s/o is practically putty in his hands, he’d probably turn it around, that they’d have to ‘repay’ him and twist it into a sexual game.
⇾ Patrick’s s/o, obviously still grateful for his prior words, would be willing to do anything for him. And so Patrick manages to get his rocks off and his s/o manages to feel cheered up.
⇾ (I do think if his s/o was crying because of something someone said/did he would still do this^ but would also kick their ass at school because nobody makes his s/o cry but him.)

⇾ if vic found his s/o crying, he’d definitely embrace them in a hug and would rub his hand up and down their back until they calmed down.
⇾ Then he’d let them explain what was upsetting them and would listen intently.
⇾ He’d make a promise to them that he’d never let anything or anyone make them feel that way again, and that he’d ‘take care of it.’ (Meaning, him and the boys would take care of it in the school parking lot the following day.)
⇾ He’d pull out his smokes and offer his s/o one, lighting it up for them and would begin leaving sweet kisses all over their neck.
⇾ “They’ll never bother you again, love.” Etc etc
⇾ Would probably make them stay at his and would cuddle w them all night.

⇾ Since we’ve established this boy is actual gold and all things pure in this world, his initial reaction would be that it was his fault (being the self conscious boy he is.)
⇾ How had he not noticed that his s/o was upset? Why didn’t he do anything to stop it? How could he be so stupid not to see the signs? Etc etc etc
⇾ He’d probably tell them he thought it was his fault, to which his s/o would tell him the exact opposite.
⇾ That’d cheer reg up a little and he’d then begin trying to make them feel better. He’d give them a big cuddle and would leave little kisses all over their forehead, telling them how much he loved them, how beautiful they were etc
⇾ Would definitely make them stay over and would make them his main priority, he’d play his s/o’s favourite music on vinyl all night, he’d be the big spoon and wouldn’t even budge when he needed the toilet or to stretch his legs, he’d bring them breakfast in bed the next morning. He’d basically be the best.
⇾ Unlike Vic, Patrick and Hen, if someone had upset his s/o at school, he probably wouldn’t beat them up per se. He’d more so intimidate them whilst constantly having his s/o on his arm, so they’d know that if they were to do anything again they’d be in deep shit.
⇾ Would be the best boy to turn up at his doorstop crying. He definitely just wants to make his s/o happy.

anonymous asked:

betty & jughead get married in high school without telling anyone and they find out in school

Ooohhh this ones tricky!

“Bets? You ready to go?” Jughead called from the kitchenette, picking up his abandoned beanie and leaning against the bar with a smile as his wife came scrambling out of their tiny bedroom, righting her ponytail and tripping over her little pink flats.

“Never let me sleep in again! I’m pretty much the definition of frazzled right now!” She groaned, picking up her backpack and throwing Jughead the keys to his pickup. Other than his wife and his beanie, that truck was his prized possession, he had saved up money from working at the drive in and it had been his very first purchase, sure working for Fred Andrews definitely payed better but the drive in would always hold a special place in his heart.

Walking out of the trailer the two shared on the southside of town, Betty made sure to double lock the door, all of their neighbors loved the young Newlyweds but it was better to be safe than sorry. Taking her hand in his, she turned him to stare at their home, this was something she always did before they left for the day. Betty always said
“I never want to forget where we came from, you’re dad bought this for us. It’s the best present I could have ever asked for, a home of our very own.”

F.p Jones had delivered them the paperwork the day before they went and got married by the justice of the peace. He owned a few of the trailers, being leader of a prominent gang had its perks I suppose, and he went and picked out the one furthest away from the southside he could, not that Betty minded, she had befriended most of the gang, often inviting the wife’s and their children over for dinner. Jughead had been hesitant to accept the trailer, he wanted to build his own life, at first he didn’t even want his father to be a part of it, but after a long talk with his estranged father, he knew it was for the best and his dad genuinely just wanted to help. F.p and Jugheads relationship was slowly growing stronger and Betty was always right by his side, dubbing F.P her honorary fill in dad, wiggling her eyebrows and smirking. She had a weird crush on the older man

“I don’t have a crush on him Juggie, I just think he’s very attractive. It just means I have something to look forward to when you get older.” She would wink.

The tiny hand on his arm shook him out of his memories and she smiled, tugging him towards the truck, the tiny diamond on her ring finger sparkling. As soon as he got in he wrapped his free hand around his wifes, toying with the tiny ring, he knew she deserved bigger, sparklier, brighter but everytime he brought this up to her she simply shook her hand and grabbed her hand away clutching it to her chest and claimed it was perfect, exactly what she wanted. His wife was crazy. He caught himself smiling as he drove through Riverdale, Betty singing along to the radio and studying her history notes.

Maybe they were too young to be married, maybe they could have waited, but looking over at the love of his life he knew what they had was forever and their was no reason to delay the inevitable, she was everything to him and he never had to wonder if she was going to leave him, she was happy and together they made each other better. It was the definition of unity, sure they had fights, just like every couple but they knew how to solve them, knew how to talk, communicate, it was one of their biggest strong suits.

Pulling into the Riverdale parking lot, Betty sighed, staring at her ring before pocketing the piece of jewelry. She hated hiding something this big from her friends but she knew that once it got out it wouldn’t end well for either of the teens, this town was the epitome of
Judgemental and it was just easier not to talk about.

“You ready Mrs.Jones?” Jughead asked, running a hand over her soft blonde ponytail and kissing her forehead. Betty smiled “you got it Mr.Jones, so I’m working at the flower shop today right after school, you’ll pick me up? Ronnies working at the boutique right next door, she said Smithers would drop me off.” She hopped out of the tall truck and walked beside him as they headed into Riverdale.

“7:00?” He asked as they headed to their lockers.

“Yep.” She beamed at him, God how her smile still made his heart skip was beyond him.

“Well if it isn’t our favorite lovebirds.”
The melodic voice of Veronica Lodge came from behind them as they both turned around to find Kevin, Archie and Veronica headed towards them.

“Hi Ronnie, Kev, Arch” Betty giggled, closing her locker and elbowing Jughead who just grunted and nodded his head before punching fists with Archie.

“What a barbaric show of male masculinity” Kevin rolled his eyes smirking, “we need to borrow your girlfriend, new cheerleading uniforms are in and I want first peeks.” Kevin finished, pulling the pretty blonde from Jughead arm.

Betty rolled her eyes and waved at Jughead and Archie.

Jughead smiled goofily at her, turning to his left he saw Archie eyeing him suspiciously.

“What?” Jughead asked

Archie shrugged his shoulders
“I don’t know, you’re different, ever since you moved back in with your dad you’ve been.. different. Happier? Everything’s going okay?” He could sense the concern In his best friends voice so he clapped a hand to Archie’s shoulder

“Everything’s really good pal.”

The day went by without a hitch until second to last period, Veronica came running into the blue and gold office, her eyes frantic as she sought out Jughead who was fooling around, throwing pretzels at Archie, he sat up right

“Veronica? What’s the matter?”

“It’s Betty, she’s… she’s freaking out.. something about an engagement ring.” Veronica panted, her hands on her knees.

Jughead hopped up, sprinting out of the office and Into the girls locker room, ignoring the gasps of the other cheerleaders, he found his wife on her hands and knees, searching on the ground for what he assumed was her engagement ring.

“Betty…” he stared, bending down to sit beside her, placing a hand on her shoulder, she quickly whipped around, her eyes filled with tears

“It’s gone! Juggie I can’t find it.” She whimpered.

Veronica stepped forward with Archie who looked concerned as Kevin covered his eyes
“I can help” she started “ what are we looking for?”

Betty scrambled
“My engagement ring! We haven’t even gotten our wedding bands yet and I’ve already lost my ring, I was changing into the new uniform and it must have fallen out, why did you marry me juggie? I’m so irresponsible.” She cried onto his chest.

“Married? You’re married?!” Kevin said, his jaw practically on the floor as both Archie and Veronica stared speechless

Jughead pulled Betty against his chest
“It’s just a ring love, it’s okay. We’ll find it, and if we don’t, we’ll get a new one. I love you, that ring doesn’t make you my wife. You’re my wife nonetheless.” He pressed a kiss to the top of her head and rocked her gently, she sniffled and looked up at him with watery eyes
“I love you.” She whispered.

Suddenly Cheryl stepped forward and cleared her throat
“Is this what you’re looking for?” She held out the tiny ring in between her two fingers almost As if it had germs
“I put it in the lost and found earlier today, you really should have looked there first.” She said gently putting it in Betty’s hand and actually smiling gently before whispering
“Your secret is safe with me.”

Betty looked at gratefully, before standing up and brushing her skirt off, and pressing a kiss to Jughead lips, slowly turning to their friends as the three of them stared with their hands on their hips, the interrogation started before either of the newlyweds had a chance to speak

“For how long?”
“When did this happen? Why wasn’t I invited to the wedding?!”
“So this is why you moved out?!”

Jughead and Betty stayed quiet as their friends bombarded them with questions, finally tiring themselves out.

Jughead wrapped an arm around Betty’s waist and smiled down at her

“I know it’s surprising and we have a lot to explain, come to our place for dinner tonight and we’ll talk about it all.” Betty said gently placing the ring firmly on her finger as her husband brought his lips to her fingers and pressed a butterfly kiss.

Maybe they were too young, and maybe they could’ve waited, but holding his wife and looking at the shocked faces of his friends, he decided once again, why delay the inevitable?

anonymous asked:

Would you mind writing something where the human of an alien crew uses the famous speech from the movie 'Taken'?

I saw this and laughed evilly.

Originally posted by emotigifs

Okay, here we go!

The Great Prank War of the cargo freighter, Hwit-op’Li, in solar cycle 2849 by Zuthonian standards, had started out innocently enough. A couple humans had switched out the Zuthonian equivalent of sugar for human salt during the morning tea. The janitors hadn’t been happy with the spewed-out drinks all over the floors, tables, and the occasional wall, but it had all been in good fun. A handful of Zuthonians had retaliated by Jerry-rigging the refresher door shut by the rec room on holovid night (humans drank a lot of carbonated and/or ethanol-based beverages on holovid night; it was genius but again the janitors hadn’t been too happy).

Then the ante had been upped: Terran arachnids had found their way into unsuspecting beds; the Zuthonian planetary anthem had been blasted at full volume at three in the morning (Zuthonians are nocturnal. Neener-neener!); the gentle blue lights of the freighter had been swapped for glaring pink (every. Single. Bulb); and randomly-selected Terran songs had been sung by the worst Zuthonian singers on board during their comrades’ vid calls home. (The Zuthonians had been quite happy to expand their human vocabulary for swear words that day.)

Crew members went back and forth for weeks, sometimes targeting the entire group, sometimes individuals. Either way, it got to the point where First Officer Amir instigated rules ranging from ‘Do no bodily harm’ to ‘Stay away from the engine cores and med bay’. It was innocent and fun, and the camaraderie and friendly rivalry only grew.

Until someone messed up.

Funnily enough, it was human on human. Darnell was in Kitchen Four, despite the late hour. Her cooking class had gone over by half an hour and so she was busy cleaning off counters for the Zuthonian breakfast rush. Xap’ki was due any minute and Darnell didn’t want her to see the mess her students had made.

Darnell opened the cooling unit’s door to put away the milk when she saw it: a small container of homemade, Zuthonian judr, a sweet kind of bread with a fig-like fruit center. It was a coveted dish at parties but only, as far as she knew, Zuthonians knew how to make it and it was an extremely difficult and time-consuming recipe.

With a conspiratorial smile stealing across her face, Darnell snatched the container, stowed it in a pocket, and quickly left the kitchen.

She opened a private com channel to her best friend as she strode down the hall. “Lena, bring the gang. I’ve got a surprise for y’all.”

“Copy that. We’re on our way.”

The gang was Darnell and Lena’s dorm buddies. Seven to a room. Darnell was the last one to arrive.

“All right, all right!” she called over the excited din. “Settle down. Look what Mama found.” She pulled out the container and opened the lid with a flourish.

Jaws dropped, awe in each face.

“You didn’t!” exclaimed Samuel.

“She totally did!” Niobe rejoiced just as Lena demanded, “Where’d you get it?”

“It was in Kitchen Four,” Darnell replied with a smirk. “Finders keepers.”

“That’s an ancient saying,” Cody groaned.

“But it’s still relevant,” Darnell retorted. “Take a piece, everyone!”

They were converging, eager fingers inches from luxury, when a voice, deep and dark, emanated from the intercom speaker on the wall:

“I don’t know who you are. I don’t know what you want. If you’re looking for ransom, I can tell you I don’t have money but what I do have are a very particular set of skills. Skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you let my judr go now, that will be the end of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you. But if you don’t, I will look for you, I will find you and I will kill you.”

Darnell’s stomach twisted with horror and she bolted from the room, the judr clutched and untouched in its container in her hands.

Up and down the hall, doors opened and murmurs took flight. The Zuthonians were frightened and the humans confused as to whether they should laugh or not – it was a common reference, after all, but the threat was quite clear.

And worse: “Wasn’t that the FO?” rasped Lena who had followed her.

Darnell’s eyes widened. Apparently, the judr recipe was not as heavily secreted as she had thought. Their human First Officer knew it and had made his own batch, and she had stolen it.

She ran to the Bridge for all she was worth.

After that, a new rule was added to the list: ‘Don’t touch food in the cooling units.’


Pairing: Biker!Bucky x Reader

Warning(s): swearing, angst, foreshadowing to learning reader’s tragic backstory

Word Count: 2160

Author’s Note: i’m sorry

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I walked into my second class on my first day of school and decided to sit next to a group of friendly looking Hispanic girls. As soon as I sat down the table was quiet. Then one girl snickered to another in Spanish “Why is she sitting here? I don’t want her to sit here.” Her friend, who had been in my previous class and had heard my class introduction, blushed and replied to her friend in English “She speaks Spanish.”

That was the first time I could remember being aware of my skin color and the overwhelming implications it held. This was also my first ‘race crisis’.

Now, I know what you’re thinking. How could you grow up unaware that you were black? This isn’t hard to answer. Growing up in an environment where it was normal to be colored and walk into a store and be spoken to in Spanish did not prepare me for how people in other places perceived my skin. My mom spoke Spanish. My grandmother spoke Spanish. Our family friends spoke Spanish. From the music we listened to, to the church we went to, to the the food we ate, everything about me surrounded a Latin-american culture. This was a culture that I knew and belonged to but was excluded from it entirely when I left the melting pot that is New York City.

My crisis continued for years. When the violence broke out in middle school between the African-american gangs and the Hispanic gangs and the students spoke among themselves on who was best I could remember screaming “I don’t know who to side with!” When I got into high school and a class mate told me “You’re the most Mexican black girl I’ve ever met!” I could remember thinking 'Is that a compliment because my family is from Honduras?’

Even now as an adult I find people are constantly trying to restrict me into a specific mold and identity. My home language is Spanish so this must mean I eat tacos. I have kinky hair so this must mean I bang to Meek Mill. For many, I am too black to be Latin and too Latin to be black.

However, that’s not how I see things. I currently live in Texas and my identity is unique because you don’t have many dark skinned girls singing along to bachata around here. I’ve learned though, that just because I don’t fit into one specific mold or the other doesn’t mean I’m any less of who I am.

I’m learning to embrace every aspect of my identity and not let small minds put me in a box that just doesn’t fit. I’m Latina. I’m black. Also, I’m human. No one can take that from me.



Summary: The saying goes, ‘the mafia is family, the mafia is home’…but even if ‘the mafia is home’…is it really the right place to raise a child?

A/N: ARE WE READY?!?! Mafia is back! And this time we see Seunghyun’s quest for the truth, and Jiyong’s want for his own little family. But BEWARE…everything is not as it seems…O.o

Masterlist (including series one and two)

Chapter 1

Back gate, right hand side, 5 paces away….4….3….2-‘

The sound of a single gunshot piercing through your ear piece makes your limbs lock momentarily before the sound of a body dropping to the ground reaches you and you stand up from where you’d been crouched behind the fence watching the approach of the assassin’s footsteps.

You start sprinting across the shipping yard immediately, following the map that you memorised in your head as you continue to scan the area and listen to the directions being given through the ear piece to the others.

Two more have been sent out. They’re getting suspicious. I give you approximately 3 minutes to shut everything down. …God. This is so boring-‘

‘Youngbae, shut up.’

You smirk at Jiyong’s quick disciplining of his friends whining through your earpiece, the shortest man having been wrapped into being the eyes and ears of the operation back at HQ after he’d suffered a serious leg injury a few days before which had made him unable to leave the mansion- something that you’d all heard about far more than you’d have liked to.

The operation you were all on now was simple, a rouge gang had set up base on the edges of Seoul without permission, and refused to abide by the rules, and therefore Jiyong had demanded that they be taken out. He’d given them 2 chances to adhere to the laws of his empire, but after a shoot-out cropping up in an abandoned factory in Hongdae, and numerous robberies and raids being staged in the lower Gangnam areas, he’d decided there was only one option; dispose of the gang responsible.

And tonight was the deadline.

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anonymous asked:

Hello! ^^ Can I request 2, 61, 116 for a Mafia! AU with Yoongi (reader and MC are both badass mafia members), please? Thank you :)


Iam so so so SOOOO SOORRY! that you had to wait so long for this drabble! I am really sorry and I hope you forgive us? <3 But FINALLY here is your requested drabble in an XXL edition! I hope you like it and have fun reading it. I got so into it writing your request and it was a lot of fun to write it. Thank you so much for requesting! Have fun reading it <3 

Admin Kasia <3

 Words: 2249

Pairings: Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Mafia!Au, drabble, angst, action, fluff(?)

Used drabble lines:

  •  2.  “How long have you been standing there?” 
  • 61.  “They didn’t just find out. They already knew!”
  • 116.  “I broke your nose, and I’m sorry for that. But what you’re doing isn’t fair.”

 Warnings! : mention of death, blood, strong language, violence, mention of drugs 

If not comfortable reading the mentioned warnings DO NOT READ!

Being in a mafia gang was dangerous, but it is even more if you are in a relationship with one of your co-members. The ones who are in an open relationship always get in trouble, it doesn’t matter if both lovers are in the gang or if there is only one of them in a gang. Rival gangs always see people who are in love easy to kill, they use someone’s loved one, so they can fight and win against their rivals. It always ended in death. Sadly.

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It/Stranger Things crossover hcs

- don’t not ask me how they all meet because I don’t know, I’m not that creative. Maybe the Losers take a roadtrip & stumble upon Hawkins??? Idk

- ok at first they’re all honestly like “our town is worse than yours” especially the ST Gang bc how can a clown be worse than a monster from another dimension??? but then the Losers explain everything & the ST Gang is like…shit ok u right. but the Losers are also like “a monster from another dimension sounds like hell” and soon they’re all bonding over shitty towns & creepy af beings instead of trying to one up one another

- one time Jonathan is just walking by just to check up on them all (with Nancy & Steve ofc) & he over hears that Billy lost his little brother & once the kid’s alone Jon just sits down & is like “I lost my brother too…he came back but I know what you’re feeling” bc he of course he does! he thought Will had died!!! the two have a heart to heart convo & yeah it’s beautiful.

- Nancy comforts Bev when the girl starts talking about her dad while they’re alone. Nancy doesn’t know how she could help tho but she takes Bev to the mall & they have a girl’s day just shopping. El comes along, too. Bev becomes like bffs with Eleven & one day she does El’s make up & Mike Wheeler is the embodiment of heart eyes.

- bonus: Bev teaches Mike how to do El’s make up

- Nancy almost screams when she’s sees Richie bc wtf that’s her brother but with glasses & a terrible mouth (a trash mouth) & he keeps making “your mom jokes”. She avoids him at all possible costs if she can but its a bit hard to do. Bc is it Richie or Mike? (Once Richie made Mike wear his glasses to see if they could trick anyone. They did but it didn’t end well bc at some point El hung him upside down. All the while Mike was screaming that he wasn’t Richie but she didn’t believe him). ((& Eddie loves Mike Wheeler while Richie is in the back asking Dustin & Bill “what the fuck does he have that I don’t?” “a nice personality” - stan as he walks by)).

- Mike & Mike bond over the fact that have the same name. both groups often shout “MIKE” and they’re both like “which Mike? there are two of us!!” And it just gets worse bc Richie tries to act like Wheeler to confuse everyone even mORE. the Losers just end up saying “Beep beep Richie” to figure it out. (Actually it’s not that hard bc Richie is squinting like the lizard from Monsters Inc. without his glasses when he’s trying to be Wheeler & everyone is just like…dude stop).

- Stan & Will are best buds to the max?? yes. Absolutely. Stan gets Will into liking birds & he also talks about the Jewish religion to Will. Will shares his art with Stan and eventually draws him with birds all around him & Stan declares Will as a new honorary member of the Losers Club. (the ST Gang almost loses their shit bc no way in hell is Will leaving again).

- Steve Harrington oddly being loved by the Losers?? and the ST Gang eventually but Mike Wheeler. Mike is just like “he’s my sister’s boyfriend, hell no” but everyone ignores him. Steve becomes the weird “uncle” to the kids. He buys them all ice cream one day. “Ok maybe he’s alright” - Mike W

- Dustin & Richie eating all the junk food together & cursing everyone out. Just like Stan & Will they’re like best friends x100. Eventually this leads to Dustin/Richie/Beverly hang outs on the regular. Richie wants to take Dustin with them but once again the ST gang is like “fuck off he’s ours”.

- Mike Hanlon and Lucas bonding over the fact that their groups of friends are filled with fucking idiots (but lovable idiots) who do dumb shit all the damn time. and how are they always dragged into the dumb shit??? They don’t know. It just happens. Lucas shows off his slingshot and Mike brags about how he defeated (aka killed, oops?) their bully back in Derry. They’re just best friends, ok.

That’s all I can think of right now tbh ((I should be writing an essay but oh well)). I might add more later? Idk. Feel free to add some ideas yourself!!

(Part 2) Fated to Love Just You: BTS Mafia!au

Pairing: Reader x Hoseok// Reader x Jungkook

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Warnings: Mild cursing, mentions of blood

Word count: 1,766

A/N Thank you for reading, hope you enjoy this chapter (:

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If you had known parties were this boring, you would’ve stayed at home. It seems as if everyone there already had friends of their own to have fun with.

Maybe I should’ve brought Jaebum…?” You wondered but immediately rid yourself of the thought. Worrying about yourself would be easy but having another member to look out for was pressure you did not need.

“Uh, you okay?” The stranger said tapping your shoulder pulling you from your thoughts. Oh and then there was this stranger. Sure he was nice and everything but you didn’t want to be an anchor to him keeping him from talking to his friends (Which seemed to be almost every girl in the club…) He would leave you every once in awhile to talk to others but would always find himself back at your side. He either really liked talking to you or just wasn’t fond of all the other females in the club practically throwing themselves at him You couldn’t blame them to be honest, he was quite the looker even with the mask.

“Yea sorry, just kind of parched. I’ll go get us some drinks.” You smiled at him. He seemed hesitant to let you go by yourself.

I’m pretty sure she already thinks I’m weird for not leaving her alone… Just let her go.” Hoseok thought. He nodded and you finally set off. Your eyes scanned the room until it landed on the grand table near the back entrance. You stood shocked at the amount of delicacies on the silver platters. The food you’ve been so accustomed to from headquarters looked like scraps compared to all the food laid out before you. As you continued to stare you felt cold liquid make contact with your hand. You looked down to realize in your process of gaping you spilled the water you were pouring.

“Shit,” You said out loud looking for any napkins nearby.

“Here you go,” A voice beside you said causing you to jump. You looked up to be met with a boy gapingly taller than you. You muttered a thanks as you accepted the napkins in his hand held out to you.

“No problem.” He said through his mask which covered his whole face. You started to feel weird vibes when he just stood there watching you clean up not saying another word. Wanting to get away from him as fast as possible, you hurriedly poured water into to cups-extra careful this time- and turned to look for the kind stranger. It was as if the DJ wanted you to struggle even more because it was at that very moment that he changed the calm rnb song into a crazy EDM one. Everyone started going wild as the dancing picked up speed making it even harder to find your familiar stranger.

“Looking for someone?” A voice called out over the loud music. You met face to face with the weird individual yet again. You ignored him and ran into the crowd to lose him.

What the hell is taking her so long?” Hoseok thought as he nodded pretending to be listening to the conversation among the people that crowded him.

Is she even part of that gang when she can’t complete such a simple task.” He said starting to push through the dancing bodies to look for you. He was about to ask someone if they had seen you when someone pushes past him quickly.

How rude… they didn’t even say fucking sorry. What could he be chasing so passionately like a dog-” Hoseok thought, his eyes following the, at this point, running man when he realized. He stared at the girl holding her dress to be able to run faster. The elegant hair style falling apart. The mask threateningly close to fall off. It was you. Hoseok cursed under his breath as he ran to catch up with the man. Normally if saw an incident like this any other day with any other person he would’ve just watched. Hell, sometimes he would be the one doing the chasing. But today was different. You were his target and his alone. If anyone was going to have you, it would be him.

Your steady walking turned to quick steps and before you knew it you were running from this freak. How the tables have turned. Usually it’s people running from you. So this is how victims feel huh.

You found yourself cornered against a wall cursing at how small the club was.

“Damn for a girl you sure can run fast.” The man said as he slowly approached you out of breath. You looked around for a water bottle, a fork, a dessert: anything to throw and buy yourself some time. Your eyes landed on an empty wine bottle close to your legs.You had dropped the cups of water in the midst of running and now you just had to get the glass bottle without him noticing.

“Why are you doing this? There are dozens of girls here you could harass, why me?” You say attempting to get him to start talking as you slowly reach down for the bottle.

He chuckled at your question. “Almost all these girls have had their eyes on one person in this whole entire room. That idiot who just doesn’t seem to leave your side. What’s so good about you that that asshole wants? That’s what I wanna know.” He replied. What stupid motivation. But that was all the time you needed as you finally managed to grab the bottle.

“Guess you’ll never find out!” You wink about to throw the glass bottle at him when he yells in pain. You lower the bottle in confusion. You hadn’t even thrown it yet, why is he yelling? He suddenly falls to the ground and you see your saviour, the kind stranger behind him.

“Seem’s like I was right on time.” He says flashing you a smile. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding in relief. You were about to thank him when you hear police sirens outside.

Fuck.” You both thought starting to panic.

“Have we really stooped this low.” Seokjin sighed as he turned the car onto the street of the club.

“No, this is just officer duties.” Namjoon replied sounding more like he was trying to convince himself.

“They should get the low rank officers then! Namjoon our squad is supposed to be one of the most esteemed among Seoul’s Police! We shouldn’t be the ones having to stop these stupid club parties just because they were playing music too loud.” Jungkook ranted from the backseat. Namjoon chuckled at the youngest member’s enthusiasm.

“Your passion is admirable, but it’s just our punishment for not being able to catch that tulip gang.” The leader replied staring out the window.

“Cherry Blossom gang…” Jungkook corrected under his breath. He was beyond frustrated. It was his goal, his dream to become one of the best police officers. He aced every exam in training-both physical and written and he was finally here. Yet he didn’t imagine this is how he’d be spending his days. Jungkook was glad he had Seokjin and the leader Namjoon by his side however. He had always heard of officers accepting bribes and abusing their powers but when it came time for him to choose what squadron he wanted to work for, Jungkook instantly fell for Namjoon’s Freedom Mirage. His oath to live a life of honesty had more than inspired Jungkook and here he was today working alongside his role model.

“Jungkook get the megaphone and start from the back. Jin search for the owner of the club and initiator of the party. I’ll go inside and settle things with the DJ.” Namjoon commanded his team. Everyone split to their jobs.

“We should-” You start to say.

“Let’s leave from the back they always check there last.” Your stranger friend interrupted. You admired his quick thinking but of course he was probably used to this as he was a frequent visitor of this place.

“Hey, I never got your name!” You suddenly remembered as he pulled you by the hand outside.

Tch, have I gained her trust that quickly? She’s so naive it’s almost cute.” Hoseok thought.

“I believe I should get yours first, since I did rescue you after all.” He replied with a cunning smile as he inched closer and closer to you.  

“E-Eh?” You stuttered, flustered by the sudden incoming contact. So sudden you didn’t notice as his hand reached into your purse to grab your phone. Your real phone. The phone which had all the information on the Gray Cherry Blossoms starting from phone numbers to family to house addresses to mission access. All so close, all within Hoseok’s reach.

“Hey! What are you guys doing!” A voice calls from behind a megaphone. Hoseok nimbly takes his hand from the purse, failing to get the phone. Your attention snaps to the police officer running towards you at almost inhumane speed.

“My apologies miss but I’m afraid I must leave now. I have a feeling we’ll see eachother soon though.” Your acquaintance says starting to back away.

“Wait! Where will I be able to see you again?” You desperately call out surprising even yourself. Why are you so weak for him? He leaves you with an abrupt wink before running off away from the officer. And that was all you needed to feel as all oxygen in your body had been sucked out.

Cinderella’s fantasy ended with the clock striking 12 but yours ended with the obnoxious sound of a police officer’s megaphone going off. As he finally started to get close to where you were you sighed too used to running away from official authorities. You grab a smoke bomb from your purse and throw it down rushing off before it even explodes giving yourself a good 10 minutes to escape. Jungkook grabs some newspapers from the dumpster nearby in an attempt to rid the smoke. When it finally cleared up, he inspected the ground and found two things: The remains of the used smoke bomb, and a hot pink iPhone. He picked it up and gasped in realization. The very newspaper he had been using had the same phone on it’s cover.

Stolen…Bank…This was the same day we tried to catch the Cherry Blossoms but failed…That girl! She must have some connection to them!” Jungkook though putting the pieces together. 

“I’ve got to show this to Namjoon.” The ambitious officer said out loud as he put the phone in a Ziploc bag.

D A N G E R O U S: Chapter 1


Summary: It wasn’t her destiny, but sometimes the world can get switched around and it seemed to happen a lot to her. She always assumed that she would hate it, she wouldn’t be able to stand the thought of it, but as time grew on she realized she loved it, and that made her dangerous.

 "Johnson, we have a meeting in 15 minutes, I want everyone at the table ready to go. This is serious" I tell Jack before walking off to grab plans and notes for tonight’s meeting.

 I enter the meeting room and set a schedule infront of everyone’s seat. Tonight was out last meeting before tomorrow’s big plan. We had a huge shipment in and I just knew, Vincent was going to try and interfere. He always did. 

 "Y/N? CAN YOU COME HERE REALLY QUICK?“ I hear Johnson call me from the top of the basement steps. I rush up cussing under my breath.

"The meeting is starting soon, what the fuck do you need?” I say to jack. That’s when I notice the unfamiliar boy standing next to Dillon.

“The fuck are you?” I ask rudely. I can’t have strangers in this house. 

“Im Taylor Caniff, a good friend of Dillon. I was kinda hoping I can join your gang, I feel I’d be a great asset and I-" 

"This isn’t a fucking job interview. Dillon, do you trust Taylor 100%?” I look at Rupp.

“Absolutely. I’ve known him almost my whole life.” Dillon says nodding rapidly 

“Alright. I’ll think about. Leave and I’ll call you tomorrow with my decision” I say nodding at him to leave my house. 

“but don’t you-" 

"I’ll get all your info don’t worry babe. Now get out” I say turning towards the boys. “You really brought someone I didn’t fucking know in this house? What the hell is wrong with you Dillon? You know we can’t do that.” I say glaring at him before stomping back down the steps.

All the guys followed me sitting in their respective seats. Tatyana was on my right while Kenny was on my left. We 3 sat at the head of the specially designed table. On the Right side sat Johnson, Kenny H, Nate, Matt, Swazz and Nash. On the left side sat Gilinsky, Dillon, Sam, Hayes, Derek and Shawn. 

“Alright everyone. Nash, what’s the status on the actual shipment?” I ask standing as everyone else sits.

“it’s on its way. It’s still on schedule to arrive at approximately… 9:36 pm.” Nash nods up from his laptop. 

“Good. Gilinsky, Johnson, are the trucks and cars ready? Everything packed? I want a checklist of everything you packed now” I turn to look at both boys.

“Well I did the trucks and we have: Specialized Guns, 12 Ak-47’s, 17 Blades, Clubs, and 4 of the bombs made” Gilinsky says reading from a clipboard he has. 

“Okay, directly after the meeting, pack the grenades and fire starters, just incase. Johnson, your turn." 

"In the cars we have, duffel bags, emergency kits, personal hand guns, personal switch blades and body armor." 

"Good, Sam, is the security set up?” The boy stands up and almost knocks shit off the table. 

“Yes mam, I went down today to double check and everything’s good. We will be able to see what’s happening from Nash’s laptop.” He nods with his hands behind his back. 

“Perfect. Nate, remember the plan for you?” I ask quickly.

“Yes mam, we arrive I get ready and me, you and Dillon walk to the warehouse to retrieve the actual shipment, talk to the man, pay him and get out. If Vincent shows up I call in a code red to Nash and Sam and then Swazz, Derek and Matt come in with their job.” He recites straight from memory.

“Exactly. Hayes and Shawn, you’ll have watch duty. We should be back no later than 12. Dillon you’re coming with me and Nate to the actual deal, everything make sense?” I speak to each one of my men. Everyone nods and says yes as I dismiss them. “Nash” I call before he leaves the room.


“Send me all the info you have on Taylor Caniff. I want in within the next three hours okay?” I say at the boy packing up my things. 

“Of course. I’ll have it to you before dinner.” He smiles before walking out of the room and up the stairs. 

“I really hope Vincent doesn’t show up" I say to Tatyana and Kenny. I gather my things and walk up the stairs with the two trailing behind me.

Once I reach the top of the stairs I smell delicious food. I look over and see our professional Chef, Jared, making us lasagna with garlic bread I smiled and cheered.

“Dinners almost ready, so everyone wash up” Jared says kindly to us. All the boys rush either to their rooms our fight for the kitchen sick and hallway bathroom to wash their hands first. I roll my eyes and walk up stairs to the bedroom beside mine.

I walk in and see my babygirl standing in her crib. She’s teething so her toy is stuck in her mouth with drool running down her chin and chest. 

“Baby girl, are you hungry?” I speak lightly to the little girl. She’s a little over a year old and I love her with my heart. All the guys do. But only they know she exists. 

First rule in running a gang, don’t have fucking kids and tell the world. People will come after the child and it will be so much drama.

I named her Nyx, after the Greek goddess who is the embodiment of night and darkness. Her hair is dark but she actually has light eyes. Her skin is fairly tan and her lips are already big. I carry her downstairs and she gets excited when she sees all her uncles and her aunt. 

“PAPA” she squeals when she sees Kendrick. He’s basically her grandfather so she calls him papa.

We all play with her while bring her into the kitchen and at the dinner table. She sits next to me in her high chair while we eat. 

We all make casual conversation and to anyone who’s never met us, or doesn’t live with us or even know us, we look like a family. A somewhat normal family, who’s happy and doesn’t worry about anything. But that’s not what we are.

We’re the Norths. The scariest and best gang in the untied states and probably the world. We’re located in Northern California, hence the name. But only other gangs know that. To regular citizens, we’re the Titans.

Our enemies our the Vipers, or the Wests. Their leader is Vincent Makoff. He’s an asshole rapist and the “father of my child”. Nobody actually considers him the father, we just don’t talk about it. It’s actually best that way. 

Our allies are the Easts or the Skulls. We mostly just trade with eachother and help business. 

We basically rule over the Souths, they have an “alliance” with the Wests, but they’re way more scared of me and my gang. We mainly use them for information and money. 

“So Dillon, you really think Taylor would fit in here?” I say feeding Nyx a small piece of meat. 

“I actually do, he’s a good fighter and he can help Kenny make bombs.” Rupp says nodding towards our explosives expert. 

“I’ll do a check on him, then I’ll decide by the morning if he can begin training, if he does begin training, I want everyone to treat him like a rookie, no speak of Nyx and no talk about plans infront of him. Understood?” I say my voice booming over the dinner table. 

Other gangs find it funny I’m a woman running a gang. They think it’s a weakness but I’m anything but weak. The best way to be a leader is to establish respect with only a little bit of fear, treat your members well and they won’t run off looking for a better leader.

I have a lot more people than just the guys and Tatyana, but they don’t live with me. 

After dinner all the guys kiss Nyx goodnight and go off to do whatever the hell boys do. I go up to her room and put her pajamas. I read her a bedtime stories and sing songs to her to help her sleep. When she’s finally asleep I place her in her crib with her favorite blankets and stuffed animals. 

I walk into my own room right next to hers and turn on the security system. The rules in this house are, after 9 pm there is no leaving with out permission because our security system is very advanced and if anyone leaves or comes in it goes crazy. 

I turn on the camera for Nyxs room so I can see her. I then look at the info Nash sent me on Taylor. 

He really has knows Dillon his whole life. Family issues, chill, funny and kinda cute. I look into the darker stuff. He’s been in one other gang, luckily it was a respectable gang I have an alliance with. Apparently he left because he wouldn’t be staying in the same area.

I decide to call taylors old gang leader.

“ahh y/n. Haven’t heard from you in a while. How are you?” I hear the mans voice speak. “I’m well garret. Though I have a couple questions for you." 

"I might have some answers." 

"Taylor Caniff was previously with you correct?" 

"I feel like you already know the answer to the questions you’re asking, but yes that’s correct” Garret says chuckling. 

“Very funny. I was thinking about recruiting him and I wanted your insight before I made any final decisions." 

"He was a good kid. I think you’d like him a lot. Hard working and very talented. If you’re asking my opinion which I don’t think you are, I’d say recruit him" 

"Alright, that’ll be all. Oh and you’re next shipment of supplies will be there in 2 and a half weeks.” I say pulling up the supplies I was supposed to send him. 

“Thanks y/n. Have a nice night” I hang up the phone and pick up my cell phone. I text Dillon to come to my room. He knocks on the door before slowly opening it. 

“Hey y/n/n. Is Nyx asleep?” He says coming over to my desk and looking at the sleeping infant.

“Yea. So I looked into Taylor and I’m going to recruit him, only if you think I should.” I say as Dillon takes a seat on my bed.

Me and Dillon have been friends even before I was leader. My father got younger guys to handle his important business mainly so my brother could form a brotherly bond with them and things would go over smoothly. But I actually bonded with the guys more than my brother. 

“I totally think you should. He’s also good with kids when the time comes, I know you feel bad about always sticking Hayes with watch because he’s young.” Dillon says watching me move to the bed next to him. 

“I can’t have just everyone in the house watching her. Do you think he should get to stay here, or should he be one of my field guys?" 

"Here. He would get bored in the field and bother us all the time” Dillon laughs throwing his arm around me. 

“Alright. I’ll call him tomorrow. Remember I don’t care how close y'all are. When he’s trading he’s nothing but a new kid. Understand?” I say sternly.

“Yes mam.” Dillon says kissing my forehead and walking out of my room. I fall asleep and prepare for out big day tomorrow.

Victor Criss/Bowers Gang Valentines Day Headcanons


  • Vic has very little interest in sex. Henry and Patrick definitely share a hyperactive violence-influenced sex drive, but Vic sees no appeal. It’s not traditional asexuality, maybe it’s demisexuality? He just isn’t looking. Even when the boys make lewd jokes, he just rolls his eyes.
  • Unless it’s Belch. Belch knows about his crush and teases him.
  • “You know that if Patrick sets the forest on fire it’ll spread pretty damn fast, right?”
  • “Not as fast or far as you’d spread for Henry ;)”
  • Vic can’t enjoy violence unless Henry’s performing the act. It’s certainly not healthy or very sensical, but it’s just how he processes it.
  • When he sees violence, it’s not like Patrick’s sexualisation of it, it’s entirely about Henry.
  • When Henry’s hit by a rock, he’s quick to cling to his elbow, helping him up and making sure his leader’s safe.
  • Vic wouldn’t stick around and be obedient for someone who thought of him as disposable. He’s aware that he’s a pawn, but he doesn’t mind.
  • Victor’s too empathetic. If Henry’s not there to reassure him his malicious actions are correct, he won’t hurt another person.
  • Victor’s the second in command and though he’s an omega in a wolf setting, he’s the beta in a normal setting.
  • Even if Victor wanted to cut ties with Henry, he couldn’t. It’s highschool, it’s really hard to break ties, you get me?
  • One of his reasons for bullying is the thrill of the hierarchy. It’s important to him that he keeps his place in the status.
  • He’s the only one who’ll voice his concerns when he has them, which makes him the ‘weak link’, as Patrick whispers in his ear sometimes.
  • Victor doesn’t talk a lot, but when he does, he’s exceptionally good at manipulating the situation to benefit him. He’s good at gaining people’s trust and lying.
  • He knows a trap when he sees one and is the one to say “Whoa bois that trap’s a little #xtreme”
  • He spends too much time fussing over his appearance, pretending he doesn’t care about how he looks. That boy pairs his tank tops with his green jacket perfectly, and spends too much time perfecting his bleach-blonde hair.


  • The boys do love each other. They don’t act like it, but they do.
  • When valentines day comes around, they actually buy gifts for each other.
  • Henry gets lighters for everyone that are all pink and girly, but the guys actually use them.
  • Vic brings flowers. Roses for Henry, Marigolds for Belch, and a Venus Flytrap for Patrick.
  • Patrick loves it and names it Audrey III because he’s a bad person but he’s also a memelord.
  • Patrick buys these awful cards for everyone.
  • Henry gets ‘you’re my favourite thing to do, love Patrick’.
  • Belch gets one that’s a picture of a knot with the caption ‘lets get knotty’ and Patrick labeled the parts of the rope “you” “me” “our penises”
  • Vic gets ‘i wanted to send you something sexy put the postman told me to get out of the mailbox’
  • Belch brings a bunch of cookies his mom made for them to share. Belch’s mom loves these guys btw. When they go over, they’re on their best behaviour and she loves them.
  • She’s the mom they never had.