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Teach Me To Love (G Dragon Mafia!au/Soulmate!au Fic) Chapter 8

Warnings: mentions of mafia related stuffs….

Character Chapter Ch. 1 Ch. 2 Ch. 3 Ch. 4 Ch. 5 Ch. 6 Ch. 7 Ch. 8

Stepping into the mansion you tried to take in your surroundings; polished dark wood floors leading to a large double staircase, decorative wall paneling, paintings that had to be one of a kind, and a chandelier hanging from the ceiling. “Who are you?”

He was silent as he pulled you down the hall and into a room where four men were waiting, “Did you take care of that thing?” he asked the man you met earlier.

“Yes,” he replied, “What happened at the bar?”

“I was shot at! What do you think?!” Jiyong snapped, his grip unintentionally tightening on you.

Seeing you wince a man that looked oddly familiar stepped forward. “Boss, you’re holding onto Ms. Y/L/N a bit tight there.” Jiyong let you go, your knees giving way, the other man catching you. “So we meet again…” 

“You look just like…”

“Daesung, at your service,” the man said with a smile, “Last time we met I probably looked a bit different.”

“Who…who are you people?” you asked, pushing Daesung away only to fall down onto your butt.

“I’m not surprised you don’t recognize Ji,” a man said from his seat near the large desk, “He’s done pretty well to keep his face out of the media these past few years…” The man looked at you as he lit a cigarette, almost contemplating whether or not he should continue his thought or not. “I’m sure however, you’ve heard the name he goes by…”

“And…and what would that be,” you questioned, your mouth going dry at the thought of what type of people you could be surrounded by right now.

“G Dragon…”


Jiyong was silent as he watched the look of complete dread wash over her face. His face may have not been well known to people, but his name could send even though toughest of men crawling back to where they had come from.

“You…you mean…G Dragon…of the BIGBANG Mafia?” she questioned.

“The one and only,” Seunghyun replied.

“Are you trying to tell me that…that my soulmate…is part of the mafia?” she questioned.

Still he had nothing to say; he knew it was going to be like this. She was a teacher, no history of ever getting in trouble, spending her life dedicated to the education and care of children. While he had been around trouble his whole life; murder, guns, drugs, money laundering, black market auctions, you name it, he’s probably been involved or witnesses it.

“I…I…I can’t stay here…I need to get home,” she stated, finally making it to her feet only to have the office door shut in her face by Youngbae.

“You can’t leave…at least not yet,” he finally said.

“You can’t keep me here,” she stated.

“They saw your face…you will stay until I know it is safe for you to go home,” he said making his way to his office chair and sitting down, the cool leather doing nothing for the anger that was making his blood boil.

“I have a job, I have to be able to go to it!” she said.

“And you will…but you will be escorted to and-.”

“I DON’T EVEN KNOW YOU!” Y/N finally snapped, “I just met you and all I know is that you’re my soulmate and you’re the head of a gang. I can’t even trust that standing in this room I won’t get shot at by one of these maniacs and-”

“You will watch your tone when you are speaking to me!” Jiyong yelled as he stood up and slammed his hands against the desk, anger finally spilling over, “If I didn’t know that they had seen you face or not I would turn you back onto the streets by yourself without a single thought and let you fend for yourself. But they saw you with me, they know there is some connection.” He stopped, looking at her face that was now as white as a sheet of paper. “I brought you here in order to protect you…but that does not give you any special treatment above getting the protection of my men. You are a guest and as such you will remember your place and will watch your mouth! I am giving you the chance to still continue to go to work while I figure this out…but I can just as well lock you up.” By this point Y/N was shaking even more then she was when she first came in the house. “Seungri…”

“Yeah boss?” he replied.

“Show her to a guest room,” Jiyong said.

“Yes sir,” Seungri said, before walking over to Y/N and gently grabbing her arm and leading her out of the room.

After she was gone Jiyong let out an angry yell and grabbed the bourbon tumbler off his desk, throwing it across the room causing it to shatter as it hit the wall.


The hallway towards the guest bedrooms seemed longer than it actually was;

One door…

Two doors…

Three doors…

You lost count. But it didn’t really matter at that point, did it? You were trapped in the mansion, probably surrounded by more men with guns then the one who was leading you to the guest room and the four others back in that office.

“Here we are,” the man, Seungri, said as he opened the door. The room was nice, as angry and scared as you were you had to admit, it was nice. You had stayed in a hotel suite once and it didn’t even match this. “A maid will bring you some clothes later…Daesung will most likely be the one to take you to your apartment and to work tomorrow.”

“Oh…I actually get to go back to my apartment,” you said almost sarcastically.

“Look…Ms. Y/L/N…you can’t show emotions when you’re in our line of work…emotions get you killed,” Seungri started, “So the only one Ji really knows how to express is his anger. He really is trying to protect you, those people who tried to kill him tonight will go after you to get to him if they figure out there’s a connection.”

“How do I know you’re not just telling me all this just so I’ll go along with what Jiyong’s orders?” you spat out.

“Quite frankly…you don’t,” he replied, “I’ve known the boss for a long time though and when it comes to what he’s doing for you…he really could have just thrown you back out onto the streets without anyone looking out for you. But he didn’t…anyway…try and get some sleep I guess.”

Seungri walked out of the room closing the door behind him leaving you standing alone in the dark room, the only light that was coming in was from the moon. ‘Yeah…sleep…right.’

Sunday Morning

Summary: A young man and a young woman run into one another on a Sunday morning at a coffee shop, both of them heartbroken, and rediscover what it means to love and be loved. Bucky x Reader 

 Author’s Note: I’ve been working on this one for a bit. It’s basically the feel-good romance no one ever expected me to write (me included) 

 Words: ~2900

Originally posted by writingandcoffeehouse

Bucky used to love Sunday mornings. They were meant for sleeping in, for curling against the soft, tender body that slept next to him.

They’d had five years of Sunday mornings, of her soft sighs in his ear as she stirred from her sleep, bright green eyes blinking sleepily up at him as he kissed her plush, pink lips. Five years of Sunday mornings, of making coffee in a pair of boxers; of her arms wrapping around him from behind, a soft cheek against his bare back. Five years of Sunday mornings, of sitting at the breakfast bar in their pajamas, her thumb wiping jelly off the corners of his mouth.

Five years of Sunday mornings, wasted.

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Dead Man {Kylo Ren x Reader}

Request~  I just thought of this and it sounds good in my head, but could u do a kylo imagine where the reader gets taken by the first order & is in the interrogation type room (like where Poe/Rey were) & reader is kinda scared bc ur preggos with kylos baby (u got pregnant when he was Ben or something) & he’s like who’s the father? And u say Ben Solo, but he’s gone now. And I don’t know where to go from there so u take it away lol. Wow sorry this is so lengthy

A/N~ Apologies for how long this took writing has been tough for me these past couple months. Anyways I’m not really sure how good this’ll be because I have no idea how to write pregnancy and its been a good minuet since I’ve written some thing long like this. Please ignore any mistakes (I’ll fix them later. For now I need to stop looking at this) hope ya’ll like it!

If the doctor back on base could see you now you assume she’d be furious. Three balanced meals a day, light exercise, and plenty of rest. It was good advice for a woman like yourself eight months pregnant, and you followed those directions perfectly except for one. Rest. You couldn’t sit idly while the resistance moved so quickly around you. 

Yellow Squadron denied every one of your requests or rather demands to let you join them on missions, but it never stopped you from asking one more time. Out of pure luck they’d finally said yes. The rebellion had received intel of unregistered spacecraft loitering in the outer rim. There was reason to believe The First Order was behind it. An organization that had been around for quite some time but only in the past few months had they really surfaced and become a threat. Yellow squadron’s job was to go out take a look around and come right back. A scouting mission is what they called it and they must have figured the mission would be easy enough for you to come along, for the ride if nothing else. It was supposed to be easy, it was supposed to be safe.

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Harry’s a Pilates Teacher and He Likes Bambi. A lot.

“James is never angry, thank you very much. He is the most content of all cats, actually. The vet says she’s never seen a more comfortable cat.”

“What sort of a name is James for a cat anyway?”

“I love Gavin and Stacey.” Harry stared back her, his face blank, willing her to go on. “James Corden.”

“You named your cat after James Corden?”

“Got a problem with that?”

“No,” he smirked. “Not at all.”

8500 words, be nice. I tried.

A big thank you to my home gals @islareeveswriting and @harrysmeadow for once again being true angels and reading this one several times for me, and spotting all the things that didn’t make sense which I’d missed. Where would I be without them?

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A Bucky Barnes One-Shot

Character Pairing: Bucky x Female Reader

Word Count: 2426

Warnings: NSFW 18+. Smut, swearing, fingering, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap the willy!) chocolate pie porn.

Request: Hello! I have a request, could you do one where the reader starts working for Tony and soon after the reader and Bucky start a secret affair? Thanks love! - Anon

A/N: Here you go my dear! Sorry that it took me so long!

‘You can do this.’

‘You have worked hard for this.’

‘You deserve this.’

The pep talk you were giving yourself as you drove up to the gate surrounding the Avengers compound wasn’t helping your nerves at all. You leaned forward to look up through your windshield at the concrete walls. This place was a fortress.

You rolled your window down when you approached a booth. You hit the green call button and jumped at the electronic voice that spoke.

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{PART 14} I Won’t Stop You (M) // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; You wake up feeling a mixture of happiness and confusion at the remembrance of your night with Jungkook. But he soon chases away all confusion - showing you, yet another side of him that you can’t help but enjoy. Meanwhile, Yoongi shares his thoughts with Namjoon, revealing part of his grand plan to him.

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time)

Please note: This chapter contains scenes of a sexual nature. 

{Part 1} // {Part 13} {Part 14} {Part 15}

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anonymous asked:

prompts: andreil with hurt or sick neil

Sorry for how long this took, hope it’s ok!

Andrew had been sitting at the terminal waiting for his twice delayed flight for the past five hours. To say he was irritated would be putting it mildly. 

Five hours of constant, simmering anxiety was pushing the bounds of what Andrew was going to allow. If the plane didn’t leave in the next half hour, the Florida captain and his offer could go fuck themselves. It wasn’t worth this.

The idiotic part of his brain was wishing Neil was here. 

Neil had a way of grounding Andrew when they had to fly, giving him something to hold on to, to distract from the animal part of his brain that dissolved into panic and fear. 

Bee would tell him it was good to form small dependencies, to live in a reciprocal relationship of trust and care, to allow another person to be a source of comfort. She would say that Andrew had given Neil protection against those who sought to do them harm, that he gave Neil the comfort and security of their house in Colombia. She would say that he should let Neil give him comfort and security when they had to catch a stupid plane.

The part of Andrew that had offered Neil those keys all those years ago, who’d made him promises he would die keeping, wanted to believe that he deserved to allow someone to give him that security and comfort. That it was ok to want that from Neil.

He thought he almost believed it.

Regardless, Neil wasn’t here.

Neil was still in his last year at Palmetto, and they were two weeks out of the start of the season. He couldn’t afford to come with Andrew to Florida for the weekend while he heard their team’s offer. 

Andrew had wanted to stay closer to Palmetto. The teams there wouldn’t offer nearly as much as the Florida team had, and they certainly weren’t of the same professional calibre, but Andrew didn’t give a fuck about any of that. He wanted to stay close to Palmetto because Neil had a tendency to find trouble, and someone had to watch his dumb ass. That person was supposed to be Andrew.

“You have to go, Andrew. Florida is one of the best teams in the league,” Neil had said to him, when he’d first received the letter.

“I pity you if you think I give a single shit about that.”

Neil looked like he wanted to roll his eyes, but wisely didn’t. “I’ll be fine,” he said instead.

Andrew narrowly avoided scowling. “One day I’m going to tattoo that onto your face so I don’t have to hear those words come out of your stupid mouth again.”

Neil had smirked. “Go to Florida, Andrew. This is the best chance we’ve got.”

He didn’t say it was the best chance for them to be in the same team next year. Florida was one of the top teams in the league, and the salaries they offered reflected that. They would be good enough for Ichirou, and though Neil was avoiding thinking about that at all costs, that was something he was going to have to consider when the pro offers came rolling in. 

Florida was close that Andrew could visit occasionally, and good enough that Neil could follow him there. Those were the important things.

So, the airport was where Andrew now found himself.

When the boarding call for his flight finally came over the speakers, Andrew buried the instinctual urge to run deep down. 

He was spending far too much time with Neil.

He joined the end of the queue of passengers waiting for the air hostess to scan their tickets. It wasn’t a busy flight, for which Andrew was quietly relieved. He scanned the faces of the people in the crowd, but saw no threat among them. Just a sea of boring no-bodies as irritated with the delay as he was.

He was nearly at the front of the queue when his phone starting ringing in his pocket. He was tempted to ignore it, but he recognised Neil’s ringtone. He stepped out of the line, ignoring the frown of the air hostess who clearly had no intention of waiting for him, and answered it.



Andrew froze. That wasn’t Neil’s voice.

“What the fuck is wrong, Kevin?”

“It’s Neil,” Kevin said. “Andrew, he’s in the hospital.”

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Colony Vs. The Tax Evaders for Freedom and Justice

This fills the tentacle square on my bingo card. 
Challenger @rose-on-the-mountain, who is also responsible for the Tax Evaders. 

I’m not sure if this will actually fit into the Happy Lights ‘verse, or if it’s just a fun sort of what-if scenario, but I hope you enjoy it!

“They call themselves The Tax Evaders for Freedom and Justice,” Steve explained. He rubbed at the center of his forehead. “They’re registered as a church.”

“That is a joke,” Tony insisted. “There’s no way that is actually not a joke.”

Steve shrugged helplessly. “That’s what the file says. They’ve recruited some B-list villains including… The Kangaroo, Asbestos Lady, and… Flag Smasher?” He was miserable just reading the names and pushed his tablet away so he could put his face in his palm.

“Wow,” Clint said, “You are a massive troll, Cap, but I don’t think even you could troll this hard. Why are we getting called for this one? Isn’t this something that the cops can handle? Or, you know… the local biker gang?”

“We don’t really have anything better to do at the moment,” Steve pointed out, “And it would be a good training exercise for our newest member.”

The colony didn’t quite understand the point of chairs, but it was trying to imitate its human colony members. Several of the larger tentacles were coiled around the empty chair at the briefing table, and the rest were spread out over and around the table to keep limbs wrapped around their humans. It was a small subcolony of only forty-seven members who had come back with ‘Steve Colony’ after their last trip to the colony homeworld, and looked intent on setting up a permanent colony presence.  

“Can’t we just sic the IRS on them? I mean…The Church of the Tax Evaders for Freedom and Justice. Really,” Clint persisted.

Think of it like a team building exercise, Tony suggested, and the colony lit up gold at his mental voice. I have new arrows for you to try out.

Sold! Clint agreed.

Sold! the colony repeated, flickering through a quick rainbow of colors, and then asked, Sold?

The colony did not understand currency, and the last time Tony had tried to explain the concepts of buying and selling, they’d ended up in a circular loop of Why? for most of the night. About the only thing the colony had been attracted to during the conversation was Tony unleashing financial ‘logic’ into the colony mindspace. It was a good thing they weren’t interested in using the colony’s understanding of math to their own benefit, because they could just about take over the world with only minimal effort and the colony’s help.

Let’s not start that conversation again, Bruce pleaded. “Asbestos Lady?”

Steve checked the notes. He grimaced, but offered, “Apparently she’s fire-proof?”

“And dying of asbestos poisoning?” Sam guessed. His chair was conspicuously tentacle-free, but he had his head propped up on one fist and was casually petting the magenta tentacle that had wrapped around his water glass, the end periscoped up to eye level and nuzzling against his fingers. It flickered gold and the colony was suffused with a definite sense of smugness at the attention. “Has the colony been cleared to leave the tower?”

“Technically or theoretically?” Tony asked innocently. He was completely bound to his chair by a dozen thick loops and being towed around the table at the colony’s leisure.

Sam hastily held up a hand. “I don’t even want to know. Plausible deniability is a thing.”

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House of Vans Brooklyn | Vans + Urban Outfitters

Brooklyn brought the energy, and we captured the auras to prove it! We got the good vibes started with a “Strength In Style” panel discussion hosted by Rachael Wang followed by an epic performance by Little Simz. Here’s some of our favorite moments from the Vans + Urban Outfitters capsule collection launch.

Photography: @laurajunekirsch