rolls around because this is dumb

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I’ve actually had this rolling around in my head for weeks and it was funny when I first thought of it. Sometimes I am self-conscious of my dumb ideas.  

Stop Craptions.

Okay so I’ve made a post about this before but this is just getting ridiculous. Actually, the post I made before regards the same freaking video I’m going to talk about now. This has to do with closed captioning. After my little rant in my other post about how big youtubers like Markiplier and Jacksepticeye have people writing captions for them and inserting stupid jokes and unnecessary commentary, there were edits made to the CC in the video I specifically talked about. A good start, but not revolutionary. 

I went back to watch that video tonight because it’s one of my favourite videos, and the captions have somehow gotten WORSE. Not only is there stupid commentary, but now there’s jokes that are actually offensive. 

(For context, they are doing the Whisper Challenge).

For YEARS people in the Deaf community have been trying to end the stigma/stereotype of deaf = dumb and then this BS rolls around. I’m just.. I’m just so done.

I shouldn’t have to turn the CC off for some of my favourite youtubers simply because they’re obnoxious, distracting, and/or offensive. I shouldn’t have to struggle to understand videos because I had to turn the CC off. So, to those who write captions for youtubers, please do it right oh my god. If you want to add commentary, do so in the comments like you’re supposed to. Otherwise you’re ruining it for a lot of people, and not just in the Deaf community. People who don’t have English as their first language, people with auditory processing disorder, people with ADD, etc. You’re ruining their youtube experience “for the lolz”. 

I just wish youtube had regulations for CC like television does. This shouldn’t be an issue. 

For more information about CC and “craptions”, check out @rikkipoynter​. 

Paper Hearts (Part 13)

Originally posted by tbhobi

Genre: Angst/fluff

♡ Pairing: Reader x Jungkook // Reader x Jimin

♡ Length: 5.1k

♡ Summary: It has been nearly a year since you started writing anonymous letters to Jungkook, giving him words of encouragement behind the thin mask of a paper. He never considered you as a possible suspect behind these letters, because you were nothing more than a best friend. And you couldn’t put all the blame on him either, after all, you were too afraid to confess in fear of tarnishing your precious friendship.

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Prompt from anon. Bughead in assembly and they’re sitting in the back. Betty keeps reading Jughead’s writing over his shoulder until he gets really pissed.

don’t bug me

“Psst!”

He doesn’t even turn around, just shakes his head as his pen flies over the notebook spread on his lap.

Betty rolls her eyes and nudges the back of his seat with her knee. “Psst!”

Jughead’s pen stops scratching and he finally looks over his shoulder, his jet black hair falling in a wave over his forehead from under his beanie.

“What?” He hisses, a little too loudly, and he gives a dirty look when someone shushes him from the row in front of him.

“Whatcha writing?” She’s playing dumb because she knows full well what he’s writing but he gets this cute little crease between his eyebrows when they are furrowed in annoyance.

“Leave me alone,” he says without heat before turning back around. She waits until she can see his pen moving furiously over the paper before she taps him on the shoulder.

“Juggie…lemme see,” she whispers, her whole body leaning forward so he’s the only one that can hear her. Everyone else is focused on Mr. Weatherbee’s speech about proper lunchroom etiquette. Betty couldn’t care less and obviously Jughead doesn’t either since she hasn’t seen him look up at the principal once since he’s been on stage. “Juggie…”

“Not a chance,” he mumbles and she rolls her eyes.

“I know it’s your book,” she says, her neck arching to try to catch a peek. “Come on, I won’t tell anyone what you say, I promise.”

“Bets,” he sighs and turns around, his face right in front of hers because she didn’t have time to sit back. His eyes dart down her face and back up again, just once quickly, before they settle onto her own. “No one is reading this until it’s finished.”

“Why?” she whines. “It’s not like I’m in it so why can’t I read a little?”

She watches in curiosity as Jughead’s cheeks darken, a blush creeping over his face as he squirms a little in his seat.

“Juggie, am I in your book?”

He tries to shrug noncommittally but she knows she’s caught him. “Maybe, I dunno. Does it matter?” He’s getting defensive and it’s one thing to rile Jughead up. It’s a whole other ballgame to actually make him angry.

“Sorry, Jughead,” she says when she sees that he’s actually getting upset. “I’ll drop it.”

After the assembly is over, she makes her way to her locker to drop her books before her next class. When she opens her locker door a folded piece of lined paper floats down and lands at her feet.

She’s grinning as she reads his small slanted handwriting on the page.

And even though the girl next door could be pushy and a little annoying, he knew that one day she’d break through his stubborn walls to find the man underneath. In a dark town full of secrets and deceit she was an honest breath of fresh air. A shock of sunshine against a pallor moon. Bright and unyielding gold to counter his somber blue.

Her teeth are digging into her bottom lip by the time she finishes reading. She folds the paper carefully, clutches it to her chest for just a second and tucks it into her history book before closing and locking the door.

Later on at Pop’s, when she slides into the booth next to Jughead and across from Archie and Veronica, she’s wearing a smile so wide she’s afraid she might break her face.

“What’s got you so happy?” Veronica asks with a smirk and Betty reddens when the entire table looks her way.

“Nothing,” she shrugs, her eyes darting over to Jughead. “Just happy, I guess.”

Jughead grins as he pops a fry in his mouth. “Always the little ray of sunshine.”

Archie and Veronica both laugh before going back to their conversation but Betty doesn’t miss the little smile that crosses Jughead’s lips before he digs into his food.

She’s smiling herself as she takes a sip from the milkshake that was waiting for her when she sat down and she knows he was the one to order it. She might be the gold to counter his blue but she doesn’t need to break down his walls to find the man underneath.

Because she can already see him.

fight me

For @snowbaz-feda day 27. Not sure what this was supposed to be but yeah have some more fluff

‘We’ve been together for five years and you still call me ‘moron’ more often than you call me ‘Simon’.’ I fold my arms across my chest and frown at him.

Baz laughs, apparently not realising that I’m actually pissed right now. ‘Old habits die hard, Snow.’

‘Fuck you.’

He stops smiling and looks at me curiously. ‘You’re not seriously mad, are you?’

I huff. ‘How would you feel if your boyfriend constantly told you how dumb he thinks you are?’

He rolls his eyes. ‘You know I don’t mean it like that.’

‘Then how the fuck do you mean it? Should I go around calling you pretentious arsehole and then tell you I don’t mean it?’

Baz frowns and pushes away from the kitchen counter, drawing himself up to his full height. (Those bloody three inches.) ‘Are you picking a fight with me, Snow? Because you won’t win.’

I growl and walk over to him until I’m in his face. (He always knows how to wind me up, and I always fall for it). ‘Why do you always do this?’ I say. ‘You pick on me and piss me off just for the fun of it.’

He rolls his eyes again. ‘Crowley, Snow, calm down. It’s a good thing you can’t go off on me or you would have blown up the flat years ago –’

He stops talking abruptly when I shove him in the chest.

‘Fuck you,’ I say, and I whirl around, planning to stalk off, but something flies out of my jacket pocket and lands on the kitchen floor with a loud ping. We both turn to look at it and I’m already bright red before I see it, because I just know what it is, and fuck, I knew it was a bad idea to carry that stupid ring in my pocket all these months, this was bound to happen –

‘Snow?’ He’s staring at the ring with a look on his face that I can’t read. ‘What is that?’

I rush forward and pick up the ring, stuffing it back in my pocket. ‘Nothing, it’s nothing.’ I shove both hands in my jacket pockets and back away.

He follows me. ‘Why have you got a ring?’

‘I – I don’t – it’s nothing,’ I stammer. Crowley, I’m blushing so much, and honestly, it’s a fucking ring, there’s no excuse for that, there’s no way he doesn’t know why I have it. Because I got it into my head one day when we were out looking at the stars that it would be a good idea to propose and I’ve been carrying it around ever since, but I don’t think I was actually going to do it.

I’m about to turn around and bolt for the door when Baz reaches for my arm.

‘Let me see it,’ he says.

I shake my head, curling my hand around the ring. (Crowley, I’m so embarrassed, why didn’t I just put it in a drawer somewhere?)

‘Forget about it,’ I mumble. ‘Just – it’s not –’

‘Simon, please.’

I take one look at his face and I give in, slowly pulling my hands out of my pockets and showing him the ring. He looks at it, frowning, lips slightly parted, and then he curls his hand around mine, closing my fingers over the ring again.

‘Were you going to…’ He trails off, searching my gaze. I might be imagining it, but his hand seems to be shaking. He takes a deep breath. ‘Simon, if you changed your mind, I get it, but if you haven’t…’

My heart is in my throat. ‘What?’

‘I would have said yes if you asked,’ he says in a tiny voice.

I stop breathing. Seconds pass. ‘What?’

He lets go of my hand. I didn’t think it was possible, but Baz seems to be blushing too.

‘Never mind,’ he says. ‘Fuck. You weren’t going to propose, were you? I mean – you were literally just picking a fight with me and calling me a pretentious arsehole seconds ago – I’m such a twat.’

I laugh and grab his hand. ‘Baz. Baz. Stop. I wasn’t going to ask because I thought you’d say no. Marry me.

He looks back at me, and I think he’s about to cry, and I’m waiting for him to say something ridiculously romantic that will make this moment perfect –

‘Aren’t you supposed to be on one knee?’

I growl at him. ‘Yes or no, Baz?’

He’s definitely crying now. ‘Yes, Simon, of course I’ll marry you. Yes. Crowley.’ I only just manage to slide the ring onto his finger before he’s crashing into me, kissing me over and over again, and it’s messy and we’ve both got tears running down our cheeks and I’ve never seen him smile like that.

I don’t think we’ll ever stop fighting, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Apologize (Zach Dempsey)

Originally posted by jeffatkjns

Pairing: Zach Dempsey/Reader
Words: 1760+
Warning(s): some swearing, bullying
A/N: Im having some writers block so I listened to some music and thought of this. Uh i may accept some 13RW requests but?? i didnt really care much for the show lol sorry,,the song doesnt represten teenagers and teenagers in love, but i was looking at it as symbolic. I hate writing when im tired but lbh, im always tired.
Summary: (Y/N) is the shy, choir girl who is secretly dating Zach Dempsey, one of the popular jocks. She plans on doing a surprise solo for the big performance and she plans to dedicate it to Zach, but what happens when Bryce wants to pull a prank on the soloist during practice and Zach doesn’t know who is singing.
Song: Olet Puolisoni Nyt (Its such a beautiful song, you should give it a listen)


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anonymous asked:

Wear your helmet, don't fall, and for crying out loud don't fall without a helmet. Do those and you'll probably live. I don't know. Just don't do anything dumb and you'll be fine I'm sure XD

It’s cool. It’s a contained course and I am a hundred percent the type of person to where all the safety gear.

Also I’m a ninja and know how to fall/bail off of things if need be. 

Aikido rolls are useful, dude.

Oh look, another dumb crappy comic! lmao Seto ranting about some shit. Probably involving Yuugi and his friends. This is it. This is the show.

This was way funnier in my head. I had this idea a while back and wanted to scribble it out before I forgot about it again. I have a lot of ideas rolling around in my head, it’s just a matter of digging through them. I’ll need a shovel.

Warning; idiots in love

Originally posted by jaerins

Everyone had one.

That one person you couldn’t quite put a finger on; not really a friend but not quite anything more or less. There was always that one person in your life that just questions your decisions; just their existence affect you to the core. You, like everyone else had that person. He wasn’t your boyfriend, but you had thought of it sometimes.

He was your friend— well maybe not quite.

You wouldn’t quite call him your friend, maybe an acquaintance would fit the description better?

He was your idea of a perfect man. He was funny—damnit was he funny, and he always had a smile on his face no matter how much the person in front of him pisses him off. He was always in control of any situation given to him. He used to play basketball and when you were younger, you would always pretend as if you were passing by when in reality you knew he would be playing. If he knew, he never pointed it out. He would simply waved and asked you if you wanted to join his friends to eat, because his friends were yours. The two of you were acquaintance.

You first met him in one of your minor classes but you had known him even before that. He was that guy in your university.

The ‘it’ guy.

Christian never understood it, or he never actually tried to.

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The Mistress - Chapter 9

Summary: It’s the morning after Negan showed the reader his vulnerable side and he’s a bit worried about that, but the reader is eager to prove that she can keep it between the two of them.

Characters: Negan, Reader (OC), Dwight, Sherry

Warnings: Swearing, Smut, Choke Play, Blowjob, Rough Sex & a little bit of Voyeurism

Notes: It starts off as kind of a fluff piece, but then gets very smutty. 

AO3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9366677/chapters/23713719

Tags: @jasoncrouse @ronweaselz @hiddlesdowneyjr @ali-pennell @melodicdolls @namelesslosers @deepsouth @shanaatjelove11 @warriorqueen1991 @caitydestroys @acklesdowneyandhiddles-ohmy @jaylaelizabethw @prettyepiic @negans-dirty-girl @mamaredd123 @jdmsgal @alyisdead @memphisgirl1977@negans-network @freaktesque @cannedpicklenumber1 @karaokke *As always, please let me know if you want to be added to the tags or if you wanted to be taken off!*  

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Deadlift competition: Who can lift more out of the younger/older gen of Beacon students? (Asked by anon)
  • Yang, complacent: Me~!
  • Nora, with a strike of confusion: Um...no it's me?
  • Blake, sighs: Would you both shut up? God, you're tied. Accept it.
  • Yang, slamming her hands together with Nora's interlocking their fingers in a push-battle contest: NEVER!
  • Nora, pushing back against Yang with a grin: I'll walk out of this undamaged, can you say the same?
  • Blake, rolls her eyes and returns to her book: Ugh, whatever I tried.
  • ~~~
  • Yatsuhashi, bowing respectfully: While I understand why you would come to me first.
  • Yatsuhashi, scratching his head in awkward embarrassment: It is actually Coco who would hold that title.
  • Coco, glancing up from a grumpy stare at her coffee: Huh? Oh yeah my rotary cannon is heavier than Yatsu's sword by a long shot. It also retains all its mass when in the bag form. Because physics obviously. It's just less bulky so easier to move around quickly.
  • Coco, returning to her grumpy stare: They didn't put enough sugar in this...
  • Velvet, rolls her eyes, mouthing the words 'Oh here it comes', then turns to her team leader: What's the problem Coco?
  • Coco, with a dumb smirk, putting an overly confident arm around Velvet: This coffee needs more sugar, how about you give me some babes?
  • Fox, slowly turns his head to Yatsu, then signs: I'm blind. But this image still makes me sick.
  • Yatsu, trying not to laugh: F...Fox that is...rude.
Swapped Contacts (request)

Request: could you do an imagine where the reader gets a new phone and the contacts get messed up so after she hangs out with josh, she texts her best friend a message about how in love she is w josh & “i know ive said it a thousand times before but i just like him so much” and it gets sent to josh instead and he responds back something like “hey this isnt (best friends name) uh, its josh.” or maybe he facetimes her. idk but josh tells her he likes her back n its rly cute aa


A/N: Thank you for your request! I loved the idea and writing it, I hope you enjoy it! :) xx

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Words: 1531 

Triggers: None (at least I think so, if not, please tell me!)

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As soon as you closed the door, after saying goodbye to Josh, you slide down on it. Burying your face in your hands, you let a frustrated groan out.

Even if you had fun hanging out with Josh, it was a slight torture for you. Stupid you and your stupid feelings. Why did you have to fall for one of your closest friends? Especially for Josh, which you will never ever have even the slightest chance with.

But that boy was just perfect, so no wonder that he stole your heart. He was humble, funny and had a heart of pure gold. Whenever you were feeling down or needed a shoulder to cry onto, Josh was there. He was perfect, in every meaning. But that’s the problem, he was too perfect. So perfect that he deserves so much better than you. That’s why you never told him about your feelings for him. You were afraid that you would loose him as your friend, so you decided to say nothing. The only person who knew about your enormous crush was your best friend Amber.


Speaking of her, you needed to rant about your stupid feelings, in order to feel better. It always goes like this whenever you hung out with Josh. You wrote her, telling her how stupid you are for falling for someone who is way out of your league. She would always try to convince you to just man up and tell him, the chances of Josh feeling the same way being there. But you didn’t want to believe her so you stayed by your plan of keeping shut.

You fiddled around in your back pocket of your jeans, searching for your phone. It was new since your old one died. So new, that you had major problems with it. After numerous attempts of finding her number and opening the messenger app, you finally wrote her.

To: Amber <3
I know I’ve said it already like 12532663 times but I feel like every time I see Josh, I like him more and more and it’s just ughh, how does one stop crushing on a guy? He’s so perfect and I’m just me and I will never have a chance with him and that’s driving me insane rn

You pressed send and stood up, making your way to your kitchen. Maybe ice-cream could help your aching heart. After all, Ben and Jerry are always good listeners.


As you drowned your sorrow, you wondered what took Amber so long to answer. Normally she replies within the first five minutes and it’s already 20 minutes later after you’ve sent that message.

After waiting for more 10 minutes, Amber finally replied. Or at least you thought so.

From: Amber <3
Hey this isn’t Amber, (Y/n), uhm, it’s actually Josh

You dropped your phone onto the kitchen isle. Holy frickin’ Cow. After all of the people you had saved in your contacts, it must have been Josh? Why?!

Before you could even think about a way to tell him that the message wasn’t the truth, just a bad joke, you got an incoming FaceTime call from Amber. Or more likely Josh. You hesitated to pick up, would you really want to face him now? After confessing your abnormally big crush on him? You didn’t want Josh to make fun of you.

But sooner or later, you had to face him again, if you wanted to or not. So why not do it now? Maybe he will believe you when you say that it was a joke.

So after ending your internal battle, you accepted the incoming FaceTime call. Just like you thought, it was Josh’s face on your screen, not Amber’s. Dang it.

„So before you say anything, I- The message wasn’t supposed to be sent to you, it was meant for Amber! And I- uhm, it was a joke, okay? Nothing more. Speaking of it, I did mean to send you the message! It wouldn’t make sense if I sent it to Amber, would it? So okay, now that this is cleared up, I have to go do something, Bye!“ You rambled on and on, your face getting redder and redder. Just as you wanted to end the call or more your misery, Josh stopped you.

„(Y/N)! Slow down, okay? So what you’re saying is, what you wrote in the message isn’t true?“ Before you could even register what your head was doing, you nodded. As soon as you confirmed Josh’s assumptions, his face dropped. He kind of looked sad, like you just destroyed his birthday cake he waited for all year. What…?

„Uhh, okay, I should go now. Bye (Y/N)“  Just as you wanted to tell him the truth because there was the slight chance that he may like you back, he ended the call, leaving you with a blank screen.

Josh truly looked devastated, maybe Amber was right. Maybe he does have feelings for you, more than just for a good friend. As soon as the realization hit you, you grabbed your car keys and ran out of your apartment. Maybe you were crazy for doing this, but if there was even the smallest chance of Josh liking you, you knew you had to take it. Even if it meant embarrassing yourself in front of him.


Never before, you managed to arrive as fast as now at Josh’s apartment. Practically running to his front door, you ringed his doorbell like a crazy maniac. You probably looked like one as well.

It took him only a few moments to open his front door, but for you, it felt like a lifetime. And slowly but surely your new found self-confidence and the feeling that he may like you back faded. You started to debate if it even was a good idea to drive to and confront him. But Josh opened his door and now there was no turning back for you.

Josh looked surprised, to say the least, to see you standing on his door step, out of breath with probably smeared ice-cream on the corners of your mouth. You really should have checked your outer appearance before doing this. Before he could even greet you or ask what you were doing at his place, you took your last remains of self-confidence and started to talk. Or more like ramble.

„I lied, okay? I do have this big enormous and stupid crush on you and believe me, I tried everything to get rid of it because you’re my friend and I’m not supposed to have these kinds of feelings for you, but I do and I can’t change it. I’m sorry that I probably destroy our friendship with this, but as I told you that it was only a joke, you looked so disappointed, like you hoped that my crush on you was real. I thought that maybe, just maybe, you feel the same but when I think about it now, it was stupid of me. You’re way out of my league and I’m sorry that I had to tell you about my stupid feelings and that I just made our friendship thousand times more weird and embarrassing, I hope you-“ You couldn’t even finish your sentence before Josh kissed you. Like actually kissing you.

You probably looked like you’ve seen a ghost because you couldn’t take the fact in that Josh Dun was kissing you. But you quickly snapped out of your haze and kissed him back, and oh boy, did it feel good.

After some more moments, the two of you broke apart. You’re still utterly confused on why he actually kissed you. Just as you wanted to speak up, again, Josh interrupted you.

„I like you too, (Y/N), more than in just a friendly way. Or in your words: I have this big enormous and stupid crush on you, too. I just never thought that you would feel the same until you’ve sent that message.“

„Thanks to my dumb mobile phone then, which somewhat switched my contacts around“ You laughed, Josh joining in. Your face already hurt from grinning so much but you didn’t care because he actually likes you and even kissed you.

„Yeah thanks to your phone“, Josh seemed suddenly somewhat nervous again, before speaking up. „Do you wanna be my girlfriend? I mean, we practically confessed our undying love for each other but I wanna make sure that you’re finally mine.“ Josh shrugged, grinning again.

You rolled your eyes because he’s such a dork, before kissing him softly on the lips. „Yes, I’d love to be your girlfriend“

As Josh leaned in to kiss you again, your phone began ringing, showing an incoming call from Josh.

„I’m gonna assume that this is Amber, I’m sorry but I need to take this.“ Josh nodded, signaling you to accept her call.

„(Y/N)! Everything alright? You normally call or write, after you and Josh hung out, I just wanted to make sure that everything’s good.“ You laughed, before telling her that everything is alright and that you do need to tell her some things. And that’s exactly what you did, while you cuddled with your new boyfriend on his couch.

I’ve Got You (Bucky x Reader)

Summary: It’s Tony’s turn to pick a movie but all he wants is to get you and Bucky just a little bit closer. 

A/N: Be easy on me, it’s my first one but also shout out to @after-avenging-hours for helping me get this up lmao (also gif just because his arm)

Word Count: 2947
Warnings: mild swearing, Fluff?

Originally posted by jason-todds

Tony smirked as he pulled out a DVD from his collection, eyeing the group scattered around the living room. He caught Clint rolling his eyes at his actions and began to tsk, wagging his finger mockingly.
“Now, Clint.” He scolded, “It is my turn to pick, so none of you can complain.”
Natasha scoffed as she took a seat on your left and you grinned up at her.
“How much do you want to bet it’s something dumb like ‘The Wolf of Wall street’ or, what was the one he made us watch last year?” you asked the redhead.
Bucky entered with a bowl of popcorn and made his way through the legs of those on the floor to the couch. “Snatch?” he asked, taking his seat on your other side and placing the popcorn on his lap.
Natasha reached over you to grab a handful. “That’s the one.”
“Not ‘Snatch’ and not ‘the wolf of Wall street’!” Tony declared. “I thought we could try something a little different tonight.”
“Good different or bad different?” you chimed in.
“You’ll see.” Tony replied, the shit eating grin never leaving his face.

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Sigma Chi Boy (Grayson x Reader)

Summary: It seemed like frat boy Grayson couldn’t get enough of you. And quite frankly, you secretly loved the attention.
Word Count: 2,061
Warnings: Drinking, parties, mentions of sex.
A/N: Wrote this a while back and just found it in my drafts. Who doesn’t love fratboy!gray, though? :’) Let me know if you liked this and want a part two! (Already written!)


It seemed like he was everywhere. It was secretly pleasing me, but I refused to let it show. Instead, I acted like it was bugging the hell out of me because I’d rather get hit by a bus than give him the satisfaction of knowing that he had any kind of effect on me whatsoever. Simply because he was a frat boy in the Sigma Chi fraternity house, where every guy who lived there was a douche bag.

Grayson and I had slept together twice, and at first it was nothing but hate and annoyance radiating through us both. We’d had too much to drink, and it had ended up with both of us in his bed and we were pretty good at ignoring it and pretending like it had never happened. But then we ended up together again and I swore to myself that it would never happen again because even though I had some feeling for Grayson, it would never happen. He was too much of a player and God knows how many girls he’d had in his bed before me. Sure, there was a certain sexual tension between us which I refused to even acknowledge and it had him running after me like a little puppy, craving my attention and I basked in it, because it was fun teasing him. That didn’t mean I liked him though.

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Signs

Prompt: (Request from Anon) hii! can i request a chill/fluffy charles x reader (ft the rest of the team) where theyre all talking about zodiac signs over breakfast and arguing about whos sign is the best and everything, and raven being totally obsessed with which signs are the most compatible (+reader is an aries and id imagine charles is an aquarius or taurus? but idk if theres any canon info on that or not) this might be a corny request but itd be cute i think! if you do it thanks in advance!!❤♈️            

Word Count: 1326

Notes: Beta’d by the amazing, flawless @like-a-bag-of-potatoes

Anon, I hope I did this justice for you. I LOVED this idea because I love astrology and X-Men. I found all the signs (save for Reader and Charles) online, so idk if it’s super accurate but I went with it! I hope you all enjoy it!

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“I’m serious, I’m a Cancer,” Raven insisted as she sat at the large round breakfast table in the breakfast nook of the kitchen.

“You know, I can see it,” Hank agreed as he eyed her sweetly.

“Thank you, Hank!” she said, thrusting her hand at him.

You weren’t sure how it got started, but as everyone was making waffles, pancakes, toast, sausage, bacon, potatoes, and pouring cereal, milk, orange juice, or coffee, a huge thing had erupted about astrology. Raven was trying to tell everyone she was a Cancer.

“But I’m a Cancer too,” Peter interjected. “And you and I are nothing alike.”

You scoffed. “As if. You two are the most smart assed, sneaky, overly clever bastards here. You’re almost like twins.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Raven said with a smile.

“Okay, Y/N, what about you, huh? What magical sign are you?” Peter asked, so far he’d made no bones about how silly it was to discuss zodiacs.

“I’m an Aries,” you informed sticking your tongue out.

“Figures,” Scott said. “What with the fire breath and all. Aries is a fire sign so…” he shrugged.

“Good morning, everyone,” Charles greeted as he entered and grabbed a cup of coffee, and made a plate of bacon and pancakes. Your stomach felt the full force of the butterflies erupting around inside. You’d had a bit of a crush on the Professor for a while but you were a student-teacher at the school so you weren’t sure how appropriate that would be to make a move. Yet, that didn’t stop Raven from constantly pushing you two together.

“Good mornings” rang out from each of the students and teachers around the table.

“What are you all so animatedly discussing? I could hear you well down the hall,” he informed as he sat down and sipped his coffee.

“Astrology,” Jean said simply.

“Ah yes. Let me guess, Raven brought this up,” he said with a teasing smirk at his friend.

“How did you know?” Jean asked.

“See when we used to go around pubs–”

Raven smacked his arm and he began laughing.

“Shut up,” she instructed. “No one needs to hear that.”

“Professor, what’s your sign?” Jubilee asked.

“I’m an Aquarius,” he informed simply.

“Makes sense,” she said. “They’re usually truthful, inquisitive, highly intelligent, and kind.”

“Oh please, you could apply that mumbo-jumbo to anyone,” Peter said. “Besides, Cancers are sympathetic, sensitive, and caring too, no different.”

“Yes, but Cancers are very emotionally driven while Aquarius are much more thought driven,” Jubilee added.

“So what’s yours then?” Peter encouraged.

“Pisces!” she announced with pride as she sat up a little bit.

“Why am I not surprised?” Logan said in a deep voice. He’d been rather quiet through the whole ordeal except a smirk here or there.

“And just what is that supposed to mean?” Jubilee demanded, turning to the hulking man on her left.

“Means you’re spunky and artistic. Of all the Pisces I’ve met, they’re all just like you,” he informed nonchalantly.

“So you mean they’re all great?” she said with a scrunch of her nose.

“Please, we all know no one can get anything done without a Capricorn,” Scott boasted before leaning back and tucking his hands behind his head.

“Let me guess, you’re a mer-goat?” Peter said. “Psht.”

“I’ll have you know, I’m ambitious, determined, and practical. All the things you aren’t, Mr. Cancer,” he shot back.

“I’m shaking in my boots, the goat is gonna get me.”

“Hank, what’s yours?” Raven asked before she quickly followed up with. “No! Let us guess.”

“I bet it’s Taurus,” Peter said.

“I’m thinking Virgo,” you offered.

“Wrong, both of you,” Hank informed.

“Is it Leo?” Raven tried as she had been staring at him as if he were a puzzle.

“Yes, how did you know?”

“Simple. Leo is lion. Lions are known for their heart, being optimistic, kind, and loyal,” she explained with a kind smile.

“Right you are,” Hank agreed with the raise of his coffee cup.

“Lion is a beast, after all,” Logan said with a nudge to Hank who gave a half-smile.

“Oh, Logan, what’s your sign?” you asked.

“Oh, no, I’m not getting involved in this BS.”

“Come on, it’s just for fun.”

“I don’t even know it,” he said. You weren’t sure if he was lying or legitimately didn’t care to remember.

“Well what’s your birthday?”

He told everyone with a roll of his eyes.

“Taurus,” Raven said. “He’s a Taurus. You know, I can see it now. Practical…ambitious, reliable.”

“Great, I sound like a new appliance or car,” Logan scoffed, still poring over the newspaper.

Everyone laughed as they went back to eating for a second before Raven broke the clatter of dishes and chewing.

“You know, none of the signs mean anything without knowing who they go best with,” she offered, her eyes flickered to you. Your stomach knotted as you realized where she was taking this.

“Oh, yes!” Jubilee agreed.

“So let’s see,” she started, eyeing the table. I’m Cancer and we’re best with….Taurus?” she informed, pulling her expansive astrology knowledge to the forefront of her mind. “So Logan, you and Peter should go on a date,” she joked as everyone laughed at the expression on Logan’s face.

Peter made a kissing face toward Logan before his middle claw came out. “You’re not my type,” he informed with a snort.

Laughter rumbled around the table.

“Wait, Jean what’s your sign?” you asked. “We have to know if you and Scott are compatible.”

“I’m a Virgo,” she said quietly, her gaze dancing to Scott next to her.

“Oh, yeah,” you said as if it was obvious. “Virgo and Capricorn are a match made in heaven. Both are practical, driven, loyal, and ambitious.”

“Virgos are also perfectionists, which rings true with Jean,” Peter said.

“I am not a perfectionist,” she argued. “I just like things to be their best!”

Another roll of laughter went around the table.

“Okay, fine, maybe I’m a bit of a perfectionist.”

Peter coughed, “Control freak.”

“Har-Har,” she sneered at him.

“So that leaves Jubilee. Pisces, right?” Raven confirmed as Jubilee nodded. “I think the only person you fit with at the table is Peter…”

“I’m fine with that,” she informed as she stared at him.

“We should put it to the test. Everyone here who matches the zodiac should go on date,” Peter offered.

“That’s dumb,” Scott said.

“You just think it’s dumb because you’re already dating your match. This Saturday, we all date our match. So that’d be me and Jubilee; Jean and Scott; Raven, you and Logan.”

“Do I have to?’ she pouted.

“You could do worse, sister,” Logan insisted.

“Hmm, so that leaves Hank, Charles, and Y/N. Y/N, you’re an Aries, right? I hear they go good with Aquarius.”

“I-uh-yeah….I wouldn’t know,” you said, suddenly flustered. Your face was red, you were aware, and being aware made it all the worse.

No one else had known about your crush on Charles except Raven, now it seemed everyone who was looking at your face was keenly aware of your embarrassment.

“What about it, Y/N? Care for a date?” Charles offered, flashing a grin that took your breath away.

“Uh…sure,” you whispered.

“Wait, so where does that leave me?” Hank asked. At that moment, Storm walked in.

“Storm, what’s your sign?” Raven asked as she turned around while Storm fixed a plate.

“My zodiac? It’s Libra, why?”

“Perfect! Libra and Leo go together.”

“Uh, Storm, would you want to go on a date this Saturday? We’re trying to prove something,” Hank informed, feeling silly.

“Would I ever! Yes! Let’s do it. I don’t know what we’re proving, but I’m down.”

“There, it’s settled! Everyone will have a date and we’ll go over who had the better time on Sunday.”

“I’m very much looking forward to this,” Charles informed as he stared at you.

“Me too,” you squeaked.

Just Dancing

// In which Justin and Y/N fuck in a club //

*Warning Mature Content*

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“Happy birthday to Atifa! Happy birthday to youuu!” We all screamed out and cheered as my best friend took her birthday cake shots. She downed five back to back before blowing out the tiny candle on top of the cake I had made for her. We all cheered yet again once the tiny flickers of light turned into nothing more than a smoking memory. I watched with a smile on my face as Atifa turned away from her desert to give Za, her boyfriend of four years, a kiss.

Za is truely a good boyfriend. A few days ago he flew out Atifa and I to celebrate a week of birthday festivities. Today, being her actual birthday, we were currently pregaming before going to the the small celebration that Za had planned at her favorite club. Everyone who she was close with in LA was here but unfortunately for me, someone so unbearable was here as well especially considering the pregame was at his house. Thinking of the white devil himself, I rolled my eyes at the sound of his obnoxious cackle.

With a scowl on my face, my head whipped around to look at Justin Bieber who was already staring at me from across the room. With a stupid smile on his face, he looked me up and down before grabbing a tequila shot off the coffee table as an act to toast to my body. I watched as he downed the shot and stuck his pink tongue out to lick the salted ring before biting into the lime. With my arms crossed, I glared as he sent a wink my way while licking at his plump bottom lip.

“When are y'all fucking?” Za asked with a laugh. A mischievous smile made a way to his face as he sipped his drink.

“We aren’t,” I scoffed, turning my back to Justin who now talking to Kylie.

“As soon as he found out that Atifa was coming he asked about you,” Za slipped.

“Why is he looking to he put in his place again?”

“And was place did you put me in?” Justin asked directly behind me, making me jump in fright. “Because I know a lot of places… and positions I’d like to have you in,” Justin’s hand snaked around me to pull me back against him. I quickly slapped his hand away and spun to face him. Za excused himself with a laugh as I glared at justin.

“Fuck off,” I sneered, taking a drink off the table to make his presence bearable.

“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy my touch the last time you were in LA,” Justin teased.

“It was one kiss. Get over it,” my memory flashback to the horrid game of truth or dare. I just wanted Justin to finally let the kiss go and never bring it up not talk to me ever again.

“Not when you look so good,” Justin took the empty shot glass from my hand and set it back down on the table.  

“Bieber, there are literally hundreds of thousands of women in this city who don’t love themselves and would happily give their time with you. Go be with one of them,” I sighed and took as seat on one of the love couches.

“You and I both know that’s not as fun, princess,” he hummed and squeezed into the seat with me, throwing his hand over my shoulder.

“Don’t call me princess,” I tried to move his arm off of me but his hand grabbed mine and held it in place.

“I won’t call you princess if you start calling me daddy,” He smiled at me.

“Justin, your people have already colonized my peoples culture and land, I’ll be damned if you colonize my ass,” I got up but our hands were still linked.

“That sounds like a challenge to me,” he hummed while childishly swinging my arm.

“You are mistaken,” I snatched my hand away and took a seat in another chair.

“I may be wrong about a lot of things but I know for a fact that you want me as bad as I want you. You’re just too stubborn to admit it,” He leaned towards he as though what he was saying was a secret.

“And what lead you to this conclusion?”

“You don’t feel that?”

“Feel what bieber?” I crossed my airs yet again.

“The sexual tension in the air. It can only lead to one thing,” he tutted.

“Blue balls?” I used a high pitched voice.

“That’s funny.”

“Yes it is,” I nodded.

“Instead of making jokes you should go ahead and give up acting like you don’t want me,” Justin gave his unhelpful suggestion.

“I don’t want you,” I leaned into him with a smile on my face.

“Quit lying to yourself,” He placed a hand on my knee, his hazel eyes gleamed with excitement

“Quit trying to get with me,” I countered.

“I’m Justin Bieber, I get what I want, baby girl,” He spoke cockily before getting up and walking away.

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“Yeah you’re definitely going to have to sit in someone’s lap,” Atifa said with a smile as we both looked to see every seat of the suv full.

“Sorry, I shouldve picked a car that sits eight people not seven ,” Justin fakely apologized as he smiled in the second row of the Mercedes van.

“Kylie, can you scoot over a bit?” I asked the girl who was in the backrow taking pictures with Hailey and Kendall.

“Sorry there’s no room back here,” Kylie spoke after she tested the small amount of space.

“Yeah you’re definitely going to have to sit in someone’s lap,” Atifa said with a smile as we both looked to see every seat full. Kendall, Hailey, and Kylie were in the back , the driver and Khalil were in the front, and Atifa, Za, and Bieber were in the middle.

“Fine,” I huffed before climbing over Za to sit on Afita who immediately squealed in dislike.

“I don’t need the dye from you skirt to rub off on my dress,” was her reasoning for shoving me off of her and on Justin.

“You’re all over me yet again. Last year is rehashing itself,” Justin cooed.

“Shut up and scoot over,” I groaned, pushing him against the door so at least one of my asscheeks was properly seated compared to the other on that was still pressed against Justin’s thigh.

“How much longer is the drive?” I asked impatiently once we had been on the road for at least ten minutes.

“Another twenty minutes if there isn’t traffic, ma'am,” the driver informed me, making me groan. Afita looked back at me with side eyes at the fact that I made such a noise right in her ear.

“So that’s how you sound in bed?” Justin asked. I didn’t react to his aggravating words. “What’s wrong baby?” He bugged me once he realized I was being unresponsive.

“1. I’m not your baby. 2. I’m really uncomfortable,” I muttered. my thigh were tensed up as I supported myself upward in such an awkward position.

“My lap is free,” He patted his thighs.

“No, thanks,” I declined immediately.

“Why babe? I don’t bite… unless you ask me to,” He kicked his lips. I held out until a few seconds later, we hit a bump in the road that made me give in. “Shut up,” I spoke as I placed myself on him. I grimaced to myself as I felt him shift positions so that his hand was wrapped around my waist.

“Aw, it seems like everyone is happily paired up with someone! Me and Tyga. Kenny and Cara. Atifa and Za. Justin and Y/N-” Kylie started.

“Hell no,” I ended her statement.

“Look at you all on his lap,” Khalil teased once he looked back at us from the front seat.

“I was uncomfortable,” I explained myself.

“I don’t think you were uncomfortable when you were making out with him last time,” Afita piped up.

“It was a dare,” I lightly hit at her arm.

“A dare that we both enjoyed,” Justin added in.

“Shut up. You know I hate you,” I glared back at him.

“In the words of Aubrey Drake: ‘fuck me like you hate me’,” Justin gave me an dumb smile that others would find endearing.

“You’re disgusting,” I leaned as far away from him as I could while still being sat in his lap.

“I’m more than disgusting,” Justin made an ugly slurping noise.

“Aw! Love is in the air!” Za called out.

“Drink bleach,” I deadpanned.

“Aw, babe. Why are you so mean to me?” Justin pouted.

“You’re gross, ignorant, ungrateful, annoying, pompous-”

“I love it when you use college level words with me,” He easily brushed of my insults that were pouring in.

“You know what? I’m sick and tired of you. I’ve been with you for like five, maybe six hours?” I turned on his lap to look at him. A look of discomfort was evident on his face for half a second, but I didn’t care. “This is unbearable know I know why I never come to LA with Atifa because I always have to see your dumb ass,” Getting so heated, I was talking with my hands and whole body while rolling my neck with every syllable.

“Aye chill out,” Justin hand was wrapped around me again, making me madder. I lowered my tone to be courteous to the other people in the car who were engaged in their own conversations but, I sure as hell was not done.

“Chill out? Chill out? The only thing you’ve done is bring up that damn kiss that I was forced to do. Quit bringing it up. It was months ago and a dare,” I continued, looking back at him with annoyance.

“Okay, okay,” Justin quickly surrendered, looking strained in his seat.

“Okay, what? Okay, you’re going to leave me alone? Okay, you’re going to get away from me? Okay, you’re going to stop bringing up the kiss? What does okay mean?” I spat off my questions at him.

“Okay means calm down and stop moving unless you want me to cum my pants,” Justin spoke, unembarrassed while I immediately tensed up at his words. I looked around the car to see that no one heard what Just had said except for me. Testing to if his words were true, I readjusted and definitely felt him pressed between my ass and, he more I moved, the harder he got.
Moving again, trying to find a position less awkward, Justin muttered something under is breath and kept me still on lap. Finding a thrill in him being so restless, this situation would serve as my way of payback of all annoyance he has brought me over the years.

Khalil who had the aux was casually playing his favorite hype songs through out the ride. Everyone cheered when Drake’s iconic Controlla started. “You like it when I get aggressive. Tell you to go slower, go faster like controlla,” I hummed while dancing on Justin’s lap. I looked back Justin with an evil smile on my face as his jaw clenched while looking down watch my ass, knowing there was nothing he could do to stop me.

“I’m starting to hate you as much as me,” Justin groaned and threw his head back against the window out of frustration.

“Fuck me like you hate me,” I mimicked Justin for earlier, out of impulse, before my mind could catch up to my mouth. His head immediately snapped up and eyes met mine. “I mean-” I was about to clean up my slip but the opening of the car door prevented it. I almost fell out of the car and Justin’s lap when the driver started opening up all the doors once we were stopped in front of the club. I stumbled out and went over to Atifa before Justin could say anything about my comment.

We all entered the club as a group and were escorted to private section of VIP. Our little sectioned off part of the club was the most illuminated area of the whole venue. Everything else was dark despite the strobe lights that flashed on the faces of  those dancing. The VIP section sat high above ground level at we peered down, seeing the crowd go
crazy as music pumped through the club.

We sat around the circle booth as drinks were being served to us. Justin, sitting across the table from me, was consistently staring as I danced in my seat and talked back and forth between Khalil and Kendall who were beside me. I kept drinking until I felt all the tension and annoyance that Justin caused in me slip away. Twenty minutes later, I found myself pushing Khalil out of the booth and making my way out unto the center of the dance floor.

I danced. I danced for so long. I dance with anyone who wanted to dance as well. I felt like the center of attention as men and women alike took notice of me and waited for their turn. Each time someone got a bit too handsey or couldn’t keep up with me, I floated to somebody else to dance with. Never getting bored with the feeling of someone’s hot body against mine, I continued to move my hips to the music that shook me.

All too often, I would look up to the VIP to see some of the group cheering me on or engaging in dancing of their own but all in the same, each time Justin was staring down at me with a drink in his hand. Each time I looked up there, his eyes didn’t stray from me once, at least until he couldn’t be seen at all. Shaking my thoughts away from him, Atifa joined me soon enough, with Za at her side. Za and I sandwiched her as he danced behind her and I twerked against her thin. She playfully slapped at my ass as I popped back on her. I kept dancing with them until Atifa turned to kissed Za. I smiled at them hazily before closing eyes and letting the music move me.

It was when I was dancing to Young Thug that, I felt strong hands take hold of my hips. I hummed in appreciation at the fact that this person obviously knew what he wanted and it was me. I rolled my hips against his as my fingers ran through short hair and locked behind the back of his head. The man behind me groaned in my ear before pressed a kiss to my exposed neck. I crooked my head so that his lips would instead catch my lips. At the feeling of them against me, I opened my eyes in surprise as a blue stroke light flashed over Justin’s face.

“That wasn’t a dare,” He spoke in my ear as his hands dragged up and down my thighs, pulling my dress up with it. Doing the only thing I could think to do, I pressed my lips against his again. He moaned against my lips as I licked into his mouth and bit at his bottom lip. My lips trailed down his neck and bit into him. In retaliation to the pleasurable pain I was giving him, he grasped at my ass roughly. I laughed before turning back around to dance again.

I smiled as I pulled at Justin’s hands, giving him permission to touch. Tanking the hint, he moved up and down my legs before settling on my hips. All while I was staring at the beautiful man in front me. The luring smile I gave the man more more than enough invitation dance in front of me. One of my hands moved to the should of the other guy as Justin’s grip on me got even tighter. Hearing the opener to one of my favorite dance songs, I couldn’t help the happy giggle that escaped my lips as Red Nose started playing.

“Don’t hold back,” Justin spoke, voice raspy. Taking his words to heart, I dipped down low and grasps the hips of the man in front of me for support. An aching want bubbled in me as I felt Justin’s hard on for the second time this night against me. Justin’s finger tips dug into my hipbone as to pull me closer against where he wanted me most. I threw my ass back and Justin definitely knew how to catch it.

Justin followed my movements easily as I shook my ass like a red nose pit bull would shake its’ toy. His body was so in tune with mine, it made me wonder how good he’d be in bed. If this dance was the indicator then his stroke game would be flawless. Tired of me leading the motions, he took control of situation and grinded against me as though he was prepared to take me home and fuck me open.

Our hips moved filthily to the beat as Justin’s hands wandered and found his blunt fingernails scratching themselves against my inner thigh. I shuddered from the sensitivity as Justin’s eager moved were more than responsive to my twerking. The man in front of me who I was still hanging onto, was recklessly begging for more of my attention as he started thrusting his hips close to my mouth.

Upon seeing that, Justin snatched my hands off of the guy and pulled me up again. I looked back to see Justin glaring at the man as his hand ran in between my thighs yet again. As another act of dominance, he continued to roll my hips back with one hand and grasped my breast with the other as his teeth bit deeply into my neck all while staring at the man who wanted me as well.

I gasped as he kept licking and sucking while his raging hard on pulsed against my ass. I couldn’t take it anymore. Justin left open mouth kisses that swirled from my neck, all the way up to my upper jaw. My legs went weak at the hazily arousal that imbedded us. I turned back to face Justin and engaged him in a sloppy kiss. We were in our own world as we licked into each other’s mouths and I ground myself against his thigh, building up an even bigger need for an ultimate release.

“Please,” I mumbled against his lips as I started to push him back. I wanted- I needed to be brought somewhere else. Justin moved back easily with my pushes. We got farther and farther from the center of the dance floor. Finally, we made it to one of the walls of the building where very little light was visible. Noticing the convenience of our new placement, Justin spun me around and pinned me against the wall. I whimpered his name as he threw my leg around his waist and used that leverage to ground his hips against me again.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he groaned in my ear before licking at my cleavage. I shuddered and held him down, wishing he could be sucking on my taunt nipples. Justin grunted against my breasts before finally putting is hand inbetween my legs again. I gasped and opened my eyes quickly to see if anyone was noticing our actions.  Feeling high on the fact that we could be caught, made more of my arousal pool into my panties.
Taking a look around, everyone was focused on either their own partners or dancing in itself.

Justin put two fingers in front of my face, which I quickly sucked on. Waiting for my nod of approval, pushed my panties to the side. I shuddered as I felt his fingers lather in my arousal for a second before pushing them into me. My one leg that held me up, started to shake as all the sexual tension that built up between Justin and I over the years was finally resolving to something. Justin was quick with his fingers as he rapidly screwed them upwards. It didn’t take long for him to find my g spot considering, I shook violently every time he hit it.  

“Open your eyes,” He instructed with a harsh tone. I followed his command and met his eyes. Even in the dark lighting, I could see how much he wanted me. His eye contact never left mine as his fingers drilled into my center. I whimpered and subconsciously leaned my head back against the wall. In response, Justin quickly took hold of my jaw and manually put my eyes back on him. That demanding touch alone, almost brought me to my climax. I bit down on my bottom lips as I rocked my body down onto his fingers that were bringing me so much pleasure.

“I want you to cum right here in front of everybody,” Justin’s voice racked. His thumb roughly started rubbing at my swollen clit while his fingers still moved in and out of me. His eyes looked down to see my body spasming against his finger as his thumb swiped from side to side against me. My orgasm was at the brink and I frantically looked around at room to make sure no one was watching as I let go for Justin. My orgasm took me as I bit down on Justin’s neck preventing, my loud moans from meeting the air. A squirt if my arousal slipped from me and soaked Justin’s hand, my dress, and the floor alike as my orgasm shook me.

“I didn’t know you are squirter. You just keep getting so much fucking hotter than you already were,” Justin complimented as he pulled his fingers out and a smaller stream fell from between my legs.

“Fuck me, God I just need you to fuck me right here,” I whimpered as I unlocked my leg from around Justin’s waist and I started working to get his dick out.

“Right here?” he asked, his eyes wide at my desperation. I nodded quickly and made him shudder once I pulled his underwear covered bulge from out of his pants.

“Please, Justin,” I begged while grasping my hand around his throbbing dick, making him moan out.

“This is so hot,” he muttered as he quickly pulled a condom from his back pocket. Just as he teared it open and was about to put it on, some random guy leaned on the wall beside us and was way to close for our liking.

“Restroom, restroom, restroom,” I called in his ear while trying my best to help him get back into his pants. Not bothering to buckling it all the way, he covered his crotch with one and hand and dragged me along with his other hand as we trailed the perimeter until we found a bathroom. Without hesitation, he pulled me into the men’s bathroom and quickly directed me into a stall, all while I heard cheers from the men who saw me walk in.

He quickly closed and locked the stall door before pulling down his pants and briefs. I moaned at the sight of his veiny cock that slapped his stomach at its release from confines. He was so much bigger than I thought he would be. I thought his ego was so big because his penis was so small but, he proved me wrong. My mouth watered so bad, I began to lean down just to get a taste of it. “Other time, I just need to get in you,” He pulled me back up the rolled the condom on himself.

I nodded before turning around to bend over and pull my drenched panties off. Not even waiting for them to be half way down my thighs, Justin gave no warning as he slammed his whole self into me. I screamed at the sudden fullness I felt as Justin began to rock in into me. He used short, little thrusts until I grew accustomed to the feeling of his thick cock splitting me open. My hands braced myself against the two conjoined walls of the stall as Justin’s thrusts became heavier and harder. I couldn’t help the little pants of air that escaped me every time he pounded into me.

Justin’s large hands found his way to my ass and pulled my cheeks apart. He held onto them as a way to still me. Eventually, he used his grip to pull me back on his cock at the same time that he pushed into me. The sounds of sex were the only things I could take note of in this backroom. The sound of my wetness, our moans, and the pounding had me at a loss of words as I took everything Justin gave to me.

I hummed in surprise when Justin hooked my leg over his arm and positioned me so that my foot was supported on the little toilet paper stand attached to the wall. I moaned louder as the angle worked for the both of us, even better than before. Justin loving the sound of my pleasure on my lips, used my moans as encouragement to hammer himself into me. With every other second he thrusted in and out of me and hit perfectly against my walls.

“Justin, Justin, Justin,” I whimpered at his name while his sharp teeth bit down on my shoulder. His hand moved down to my pelvis so that, I could continue to pushed back against him at his whim.

“God I’m gonna- are you close? You about to cum?” Justin’s asked, voice strained from our actions. I quickly nodded and bounced my ass back against him while he sped up even faster. I couldn’t help clenched around Justin’s dick that pulsed inside of me continuously. The toilet paper rack, no longer able to support my weight throughout our erratic movements, unattached from the wall and fell to the ground with a loud shatter. I could only focus on it for half a second before I was cumming again.

My cum shot out of me in multiple squirts as my legs shook. I tried my best to support myself with my grip on the wall while all my arousal left my body. My earth shattering orgasm was prolonged by Justin pushing himself back into me and releasing himself while twisting and pinching at my covered nipples. Justin pulled out allowing one last stream of my juices trail out of me and down my inner thighs. Justin apparently couldn’t help but lean down and lick up the cum that was dripping down body.

“So um-” I spoke first after regaining my breathe while justin cleaned me up.

“I always knew you wanted me,” he kissed at my thigh once more before pulling my dress back over me ass. I cringed at the wetness that was pressed against my bottom due to my squirting.

“Anyways,” I tried to change the subject while best trying to dry myself up.

“Kiss me,” He pulled my shaky body against his firm one.

“Don’t touch me,” I reverted back into my old sober and hostile ways.

“Let me take you out sometime,” He offered while buckling his pants. and fixing his disheveled appearance.

“No.”

“I’ll give you my shirt if you agree to go out with me,” He started to pull off his flannel.

“Why would I want your shirt?” I scoffed.

“Because your cum is all over your ass,” He laughed.

“Fine,” I snatched the shirt from his hand and tied it around my waist. After I checked that the coast was clear, I left the stall to fix myself back up in the mirror.

“Tomorrow. 7:30. I’ll pick you up at your hotel. Dress nice,” He hummed from behind me.

“Fine, but no one is going to know about the date or the fact that we just fucked,” I made my terms.

“Fine but, I’m pretty sure our friends will be able to tell considering you can’t walk straight,” Justin laughed as I walked towards the exit.

“Don’t come back to the table for at least 5 minutes,” I instructed so that we wouldn’t rejoin our friends at the exact same time and draw suspicion. Justin rolled his eyes but nodded all in the same. I readjusted my outfit.

“Hey, where have you been?” Kendall asked happily once I appeared back at the booth. Kylie and Khalil were nowhere to be seen but the rest of the group was there. Kendall who never drank much was as close to sober as anyone else was, making it harder to be nonchalant.

“Oh, just dancing,” I shrugged.

“Have you seen Justin?” Hailey leaned her head off the table with a hopeful smile.

“No, thank god. I haven’t seen him all night,” I took a seat the booth.

“But you’re wearing his shirt,” Kendall pointed out.

“Because I did see him once and I was cold so he gave it to me,” I lied.

“Then why is it around your waist?” Kendall raised her eyebrow at me.

“Because once I warmed up, I got hot again,” I took a sip at who’s ever drink was in front of me.

“Hm,” Kendall didn’t seem all too convinced. Soon enough, Justin joined us at the table a table

“Justin! Where have you been all my life life life life?” Hailey drunkenly sang Rihanna’s song.

“Yeah, where have you been,” Kendall piped up before looking at me then back at Justin again.

“Just dancing,” He shrugged and sat down next to Za.

“Aye, You spilled something on your pants,” Za noted a splattered wet stain on Justin’s jeans. My face heated up, immediately know what the stain was.

“No, I  didn’t. Y/N did though,” Justin laughed knowing that no one else would get it.

“She said she hasn’t seen you all night,” Kendall brought up.  

“Well, I’ve seen a lot of her,” He licked his lips and I kicked him from under the table. Everyone looked between Justin and I for a moment in silence.

“You owe me $200! I knew they were going to fuck tonight!” Za exclaimed at Kendall who pulled out her wallet and tossed two hundred dollar bills at him.

“Headass, you never can keep your mouth shut,” I kicked Justin again who erupted into laughter.

“Well I know how to keep your mouth shut and also how to have you moaning my name too,” He cleverly used word play.

“Za, get your friend before I kill him,” I huffed.

“Choke me out with your thighs after our date tomorrow night,” He exposed our plans making the table go into hysteria. Justin smiled at the chaos he caused in our friends. I could do nothing but roll my eyes; I really hate Justin Bieber.

i loved you, then i lost you {8}

a/n: ew i took like a week to make this yet its still messy ri pmeeee

{praying this doesnt flop}


pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: fluff + angst

summary:  you watched and watched as taehyung suffered from his one-sided love, comforting him when he cried, comforting him as he threw up those fucking flower petals. it hurt you whenever he would stare lovingly into that girl’s eyes, giggling and playing with her hair. it pained you when he kept throwing up flowers, pushing the thought that his lover didn’t love him away; he was so dejected, yet he never saw how much happiness he brought to you. 

Originally posted by the-rap-man


Your eyes shot open as Namjoon hovered over you, shaking your shoulder wildly. “What are you doing on the floor?” His eyes wandered to the pile of flowers scattered across the floor. “I just cleaned the house..”

You sat up, rubbing your eyes. The clock read 10 AM as Namjoon hopped onto the couch, helping you up. “Where’s Taehyung?”

He looked up at you in confusion. “Taehyung? He didn’t come over at all yesterday.”

You furrowed your eyebrows together. “What do you mean? We were right there-” 

“You passed out on the couch yesterday.” He shrugged. “Must’ve been a dream, (y/n).”

“But-”

He shook his head, letting out a sigh. You glanced at his leg, raising an eyebrow. “..Where are your crutches?”

“I’m fine without them.”

“Oh.”

Namjoon sat up, glancing at you. “(y/n), come over here for a second.” You quickly got up and shuffled over to him, sitting down next to him. “You know that what Hoseok did is..unforgivable, right?”

“I mean, yeah..” You inhaled sharply, “Why are you bringing this up?”

He began to pick at the skin on his lip, his eyes focused on the ground. “I’ve been thinking..we could hunt him down. Hunt him down and kill him. Then this’ll be all over.” 

You stared at him, a shiver running down your spine. “Kill him?”

“Yeah.”

“Why can’t we just hand this over to the police?” You argued, your hands tingling. “I…we can’t just kill people like that!”

“It’s for a good reason, (y/n).” Namjoon’s head turned towards you, his expression dark. “This feud would be all over if we do this.” 

“Feud?! You think we can end that by killing Hoseok?” You stood up, pacing around the room. “Namjoon..Hoseok has been our best friend for years now.”

“Our?”

“Yoongi’s known him the longest.” You glared at him, feeling both confused and angry. “We have to let them all know at some point. There’s no point in hiding this.” 

Namjoon grimaced, his hands tightening around each other to the point where his knuckles were turning white. “We could be free of this burden, (y/n).” His eyes followed yours, “And..you say we can’t kill people like that, but you’re not even taking care of your life well. You’re so close to breaking it.” He stood up, stumbling.”Lets just do this. Tell the rest. Reason out with Yoongi.”

Namjoon!” You screamed. 

“If you don’t agree, I’ll do it myself.”

“Yourself?! You can’t do it yourself, you’re injured!”

“Then do it, god damn it!” He yelled back, his eyebrows furrowing together. “If we make a plan and kill Hoseok, it’ll show them not to target us anymore. Trust me on this.” He brushed past your frozen figure, limping upstairs. “I’ll be upstairs waiting.” 

“Na-” Your voice was cut off by the sound of the door closing. You bit down on your lip as you turned to the door, swiftly running out without closing the door. You sprinted towards Yoongi’s apartment, feeling a tingle run through your hands. You skidded to a stop once you were standing up in front of his door, panting while knocking on the door. 

“What.” Yoongi swung open the door, his dark eyes glaring at yours. You gulped. 

“You guys  need to come to our house. Now.” 

“What?” He repeated, seeming to not comprehend what you said. “You woke me up, don’t expect me to-”

“You need to come to my house,” You said slowly, raising your voice. 

“Why?” Yoongi asked, yawning loudly. 

“Just..come, alright?” You walked past him, ignoring his grumbled. “Jimin! Jungkook!” 

Jungkook ran out his room, sprinting down the stairs. “What up!” Jimin trailed behind slowly, yawning. 

“Jungkook..has been..bothering me to go to the gym with him..all day..” Jimin groaned, leaning against the wall. 

Taehyung popped up behind the corner of the top of the stairs, bouncing down as well. “Hey, (y/n).” 

“I need you all to come to my house, right now.” You spoke quickly, becoming worried about what Namjoon was doing. 

“Why?” Jungkook questioned, raising his eyebrows. 

“Just do it, please!” 

“Fine, fine!” 

The five of you hurried over to your house, walking inside silently. You lead the four upstairs, slowly turning the door knob to Namjoon’s door. The wooden door let out a quiet creak as it opened. You almost fell back into Jungkook, your eyes darting around all the guns scattered across the bed. “Where the fuck did you get those.” 

“Those people on the plane? They were my family’s private pilots, so they knew our situation.” 

“But-” 

“Why does he have guns,” Yoongi whispered, his eyes wide. Jimin was trembling next to Jungkook and Taehyung was staring blankly at the guns. 

“You didn’t tell them,” Namjoon turned to you, his right eyebrow raising. 

“Because I wanted it to be qu-”

“We’re hunting down Jung Hoseok and killing him.”

The house fell silent. 

“You’re what,” Yoongi roared, pushing his way past you and into Namjoon’s room. “Say that one more time. I’m sure I heard wrong.” 

“No, you didn’t.” Namjoon picked up a gun, reloading it. “I’m sorry to say but we are.” Yoongi’s eyes widened as he turned to you.

“Why the fuck are we killing Hoseok?! Do you know how much he means to us?”

Jimin shivered, “I..yeah, why should we- (y/n), how could you agree to this?” You turned to Jimin, opening your mouth to speak.

“No, that’s not- well-” Jimin glanced at Jungkook with a questionable look on his space. Taehyung was still silent during this situation, his eyes glued to the floor.

“Yoongi..he did kidnap (y/n) and Namjoon. I was caught too later on.”

“YOU WHAT.”

“It-”

“No. Why would we go as far as killing him?” Yoongi argued, digging his nails into his scalp.

“I can’t believe you guys are so oblivious,” Namjoon sighed. “Hoseok has been targeting my family for years now. If we somehow kill him, it’ll show his family not to target us anymore.” Yoongi grabbed Namjoon’s collar, bringing his head closer.

“You really think that’ll fucking help? That is the longest stretch I have ever heard. What if it fails? Then you killed Hoseok for nothing!” His voice began to raise with every sentence he said. Namjoon’s facial expression stayed the same, his hand preoccupied with holding the gun twisting around.

“Yoongi, move! Namjoon, drop the gun!” You yelled out, forcing the two to move. Yoongi was held back by Jungkook, muttering all sorts of curse words. 

Namjoon threw the gun to the bed, leaning his hand onto the bed. “(y/n) has already agreed to this. We’ll go alone if we have to.”

“What?!” Taehyung shove through Jimin and Jungkook, facing towards you. “You agreed to this already?!”

“It-”

“Hasn’t Hoseok been your friend for years now? Why are you…” He glared at Namjoon, clenching his fists together. “You-”

“You don’t know the whole story! Hoseok has said so himself, he won’t care how long I’ve been friends with him. He’s seen me with Namjoon. He thinks I’m his enemy now and there isn’t any stopping of him.” You glanced at Jungkook. “Jungkook..you were there too.” 

“Yeah, but..” Jungkook looked down at the ground. 

“Jungkook, don’t do this!” Jimin clung to his arm, looking up at him with teary eyes. 

Jungkook gently shook his arm off, shaking his head. “I’m really sorry, Yoongi, Jimin, Taehyung..but he injured (y/n) and Namjooon so much, and kidnapping them was just..” He shivered, removing his grip from Yoongi. “I’m sorry.” He walked towards Namjoon, glancing at the guns. 

“Jungkook, wait, you can’t just act like this is..” Taehyung’s voice weakened. 

“Taehyung, please,” Jungkook stared at him, bringing his hand up to your shoulder. “I know we can’t just go killing people but this is what we have to do for Namjoon.”

“You guys barely know him!” Yoongi yelled, his gaze furiously digging into your eyes. 

“I’ve known him long enough and longer than any of you.” You shot back. Jimin’s knees knocked together as he stared between the bickering, clutching his hands together before walking towards Jungkook. 

“I..I don’t wanna kill anyone,” Jimin whispered. 

“You don’t have to. You can just be our look out.” You assured Jimin, who only bit down on his lip. “Taehyung, Yoongi, come on.”

“What about your disease.” Taehyung persisted, shaking his head. “You can’t fight like that.” 

“That’s why you two should come, to make sure I don’t die.” 

Taehyung froze, staring up at you with wide eyes. You stepped forward towards him. “You’re always the one who worries about me dying. Come with us.” 

He fidgeted around, glancing back at Yoongi. “Pinky promise me.” He held out his pinky, chewing on his lip. 

Rolling your eyes at him, you nodded. “Pinky promise.” You wrapped your pinky around his as he stepped back. Yoongi stared at the group, obviously appalled. 

“You all..this is ridiculous. We could all go to jail for this, you know?” Yoongi pinched the bridge of his nose, pacing around the room. “You’re so fucking dumb, I can’t even comprehend-” 

“Just come, Yoongi!” You shouted, startling him. 

“And why should I? Because you’re all doing it?” He walked towards you quickly, pressing his forehead against yours. His eyes were sinking into yours, sending a shiver down your spine.  Jesus, he could scare anyone with that angry gaze.

“Yoongi,  please. We can’t do this without you.”

“Oh, you aren’t doing anything as long as I’m here.”

“Yoongi!” You grabbed hold of his shoulders, shaking them wildly. “Don’t you understand Hoseok has been my friend for a long time, too?! He’s been making Namjoon’s family suffer for so long. I know it’s hard but Hoseok has to learn his lesson.”

“Then do something that won’t kill him! You can send him to jail, or even to me!”

“No, you don’t understand,” You gritted your teeth together. “He’s going to trick you. Going to lure you in.” 

“Yoongi, come on,” Jungkook whispered. Jimin gulped, standing up straight. 

“Please. It’ll make us worry even less.” 

“C’mon.” You murmured, staring straight into his eyes. “Maybe when we catch him we’ll do what you say.”

Yoongi quieted down, relaxing his shoulders. “…So you won’t kill Hoseok unless I say so.”

“Yes.” 

He looked at you with uncertainty before shoving you away. “Fine. But you’re promising..you will not shoot a fucking bullet at Jung Hoseok.”


“Namjoon, are you sure you’re fine with that leg?” You asked as you glanced at him tightening the laces on his shoes.

“I’m sure. I’m a strong dude, you know.” Namjoon smiled at you, his cheeks puffing up. 

“You guys are weird, smiling like that in this kind of situation..” Yoongi muttered. He looked down at the gun in his hands, tightening his grip. 

“Remember, those are only for the bodyguards or whatever friends he has.” You whispered to Yoongi. You turned to Jimin, kneeling down. “You okay, Jimin?”

“Of-Of course I am.” He whispered, staring at the gun next to his legs. 

You patted his head, smiling brightly. “Lets do our best, alright?” 

Jimin nodded, his spirits seeming to lift just a bit. You stood up, glancing at Namjoon. “You haven’t talked about one small problem..we have no idea where Hoseok is.” 

“Don’t you guys have his phone number?” He asked, sitting up right. 

“I do, but he’d just, you know..” You trailed off, your eyes landing onto Yoongi. “Heyyy.” 

Yoongi glanced up, then looked around. “What.” 

“You have his phone number, and he’d never suspect anything, right?”

He shrugged. “I guess..” He quietly pulled his phone out and unlocked it, swiping down. “Don’t say a thing.” He lifted the phone up to his ear as the five of you shushed. 

“Hey, Hoseok.” Yoongi spoke casually, his right hand holding the phone gripping it extremely tightly. His knuckles were turning white. “Where ya at? I haven’t seen you in a long time and I wanna meet up.” He quickly removed the phone away from his ear, pressing the ‘Speaker’ button. 

“Of course!” Hoseok’s cheery voice laughed. “Where should we meet?” 

Yoongi looked at you in a panic, eyes wide and mouth agape. “Uh..you know the bakery? The small one near my apartment? Lets meet there.” He looked up at the clock. “It’s only like, 3 PM. You’re not busy, are you?”

“Of course not. I’m free today~~” He sang, giggling into the phone. “I’ll be there in ten minutes.” 

Yoongi hung up after a quick goodbye. “Give me the guns,” You ordered, grabbing them and stuffing them in the backpack that was against your back. All of you quickly put on a mask, covering the bottom of your face. You adjusted a cap around your head, glancing at Yoongi. “Lets go.”

Yoongi walked out first, stuffing his hands in his pockets. The rest of you hung around him at a safe distance, trying to look as casual as possible.  Once Yoongi had arrived at the cafe and went in, the five of you hung back near the opening of a small store. 

“(y/n).” Taehyung walked up to you, pulling down his mask. “Are you really sure about this?”

“..Frankly, I don’t know. But this is important for Namjoon.” You exhaled, looking up at him with a smile. “So it’s all worth it.” 

He furrowed his eyebrows, shaking his head. “This is weird..we could be shopping right now. Getting food right now. But now we’re here, lo-”

Groups of people screamed out loud as they ran out the cafe. You whipped your head around to see a shattered window and Yoongi ducking underneath a chair. “Knew it!” Hoseok laughed, raising his gun up in the air. He yelled through the broken window, sending out another gun shot. 

“Hide!” Namjoon yelled, rushing all of you to get behind something in the alleyway between the cafe and store. 

Taehyung rushed to your side as you quickly unzipped the backpack, tossing the guns. “What about Yoongi?!” Taehyung whispered. 

“He’ll be fine. I know it.” 

You flinched as a shot rang throughout the area, startling you. You peeked up from the small trash can you hid behind, spotting about four men and women with guns. “Fuck.” 

Namjoon reloaded the gun, aiming and shooting. “The police are gonna come, aren’t they?” Jimin gasped, hiding behind a box. “Oh God. Oh Goood..” 

You watched as Taehyung raised his gun as well, shooting another one down. “Don’t kill all of them! Leave one alive so we can know where Hoseok is!” Namjoon yelled at you. 

Two more to go. Jungkook was trying to aim, gritting his teeth. 

Bang!

Another went down. 

The remaining man charged, shooting at all of the objects the six of you were hiding behind. 

“Shoot, Jimin!” Jungkook yelled, forcing Jimin’s hands upwards. He guided him and shot the man in the shoulder, causing him to fall down. 

Police sirens wailed in the distance. “Grab him, quickly!” Namjoon nodded at you. You quickly ran up to the man and grabbed his arm, dragging him behind the walls. You stumbled as he fidgeted, cursing out loud. 

Everyone met behind the wall, excluding Yoongi, who you still had no idea where he went. “Where did Hoseok go?” Namjoon ordered, kneeling down to the man. 

“I- why should I tell you?!”

Namjoon raised his gun up to the man’s head, threatening to pull the trigger. “I’ll fucking blow your head up. Talk.” 

The man bit down on his lip, wincing when Namjoon hit his injured shoulder. “F..Fine. He’s somewhere near down town in a junk yard.” Namjoon glanced up at you and nodded. “But you’ll never get to him,” The man smirked. “He’s got many friends and bodyguards that you’ll have to go through.” 

“Oh, shut it.” Namjoon grunted, stepping on his wound. The man let out a yelp. 

“Who’s there?” A police officer yelled, his footsteps approaching closer. 

“Go!” Jungkook whispered, running quickly. The rest of you ran after him, ignoring the police man’s shouts.

The six of you somehow made it, (story magic) and leaned against a wall. You had no idea where you went, but it hadn’t been far. “But…Yoongi!” Jimin panted, staring into the distance. “We can’t just leave him there! What if…what if…”

“He can reason it out with Hoseok.” Namjoon said in a quiet tone. You threw a sharp glare at him. “Anyways. He said Hoseok is somewhere downtown. Lets go.” He began to walk forward, the rest of you trailing behind.

“You sure he isn’t just tricking us?” Jungkook whispered. 

“I’m sure.” 

The six of you began to walk into the sidewalk and into the open. Your guns were already inside the backpack and you fiddled with the straps. “Look,” Taehyung whispered, pointing to a small restaurant. 

“What about it?”

“Can we..go eat there?”

“Taehyung!”

The three boys stopped walking, turning towards the two of you. “What’s wrong?” Jimin asked, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket. 

“Taehyung wants to eat there.” You pointed at the restaurant Taehyung was beginning to eye. 

“..Why not.” Namjoon shrugged, bringing a small smile upon his face. 

“You’re kidding.” 

“No, I’m sure all of us could use some food right now. Right?” 

Jungkook and Jimin nodded.

“I didn’t even plan this, yet I’m the most worried one..” You muttered as you began to walk to the restaurant. Taehyung laughed, wrapping his arms around your shoulder. 

“Just eat, (y/n). It may be the last time I can laugh like this.”

“Shut up,” You rolled your eyes, the two of you wandering into the restaurant. People chattered and laughed, the whole place bustling with others calling out waiters and just small talking for fun in general. The other boys sat down near a table as you and Taehyung settled into a small booth for two. “What are you getting?” You asked, sliding the menu over to him.

“Hamburger.” He replied, setting the menu down. 

“That’s what you’re getting?” You snorted, removing your backpack and setting it aside. 

“Hey, a man just wants his hamburger.” He eyed you carefully. “What are you getting, then?” 

“Just a soda. I’m not hungry.”

“Are you sure?” He laced his fingers around each other, looking at his hands. 

“Yeah.” You called the waiter over, shining a bright smile as you ordered. While you were talking to the waiter, Taehyung stared at you in awe. When the waiter finally left, you hissed at him angrily. “Why were you staring at me? It felt weird.” 

“Sorry. It’s cool how you can smile like that when we literally just killed someone.”

You tightened your jaw, pinning him down with your gaze. He froze, lowering his head. “Sorry.” 

The two of you kept quiet until the things you ordered arrived to your table. “Enjoy,” The waiter smiled. 

“Thanks.” You mumbled, taking the can of soda and popping the top. You gulped it down, letting out a small ‘ah’. 

Taehyung giggled, biting into the hamburger. “You’re cute.” 

You spit the soda out, choking and coughing loudly. 

He laughed. 

You cursed at him as he continued eating and teasing, laughing at how you reacted. You grumbled angrily underneath your breath, crossing your arms. “When we’re finished with this, I swear, I’m going to bea-”

“Beat my ass?” Taehyung smirked, setting down half his burger. “I’d looooveeeee to see you try~”

“You-”

“Taehyung, (y/n), we’re leaving.” Both your faces fell as Jungkook walked up to you, pointing to the door. 

“But we haven’t even paid ye-”

“Shhh…” Jungkook shushed, pulling you upwards with his hand. “Lets just go.” 

“I didn’t even finish my burger..” Taehyung groned, standing up. You grabbed your backpack and hurried out the busy restaurant, leaving briskly and quietly. 

“(y/n)-” Taehyung began to say, only to be shushed. 

“Alright. We’re going down town. It’s not too far from here, like 10 minutes.” Namjoon said, his hands in his pockets. You looked up at the sky, sighing loudly, then proceeding to walk. 

“(y/n)! Let’s talk about something!” Jimin bounced up to you while you walked, a forced smile sitting upon his face. 

“Hm? Why?” You laughed slightly. 

“I just wanna get  my mind off of things..’cause..you know, a man like me,” He gestured to his body, “Doesn’t look like someone who would go and..kill people.” 

“We all don’t.” You groaned. He took his hand in yours, grinning widely. “What are you doing?!” You whispered loudly, staring at him with a slightly red face. 

“What do you mean? I do this with everyone. They don’t have a problem.” 

“I..fine.” You clicked your tongue against the roof of your mouth, staring straight forward. “God..things are happening so quickly.”

“Right?” He mumbled. 


The five of you stopped in front of a small garage. Why did he always go somewhere in a garage? 

Large, clear cloth swung back and forth. You snuck inside, zipping the backpack up slowly and quietly. You gave everyone their guns. 

“Fire!” 

You turned your head towards the voice, your eyes widening. Jungkook yelped, falling back. Blood pooled around his arm as you gasped with pain, curling up in a ball. “Jungkook!” 

“(y/n)! Get out of there, dumbass!” Taehyung yelled, throwing you to the ground. You wriggled around, your breathing quickening. 

“Jungkook-”

“Jimin’s got him, don’t worry and get over there!” He pointed to the small space between two walls, running inside along with you. Namjoon was shooting, sweat dribbling down his face. You panted heavily, feeling a sharp pain shoot through your head. 

“Fuck! Not right now!” You screamed, covering your mouth. Taehyung glanced back at you, his expression darkening. 

“Please, oh my God, please don’t-”

You could feel the flower petals piling up, trying to find the strength to keep it down. Taehyung peeked his head around the corner, shooting a bullet into the man’s head. “Hang in there, alright?!”

You crouched down, your grip around your mouth tightening. Your arms were trembling as the gun from your hand clattered down onto the ground, coughing up the flowers violently. Blood splattered onto the ground as gunshots were being shot everywhere. You could hear a muted cry come from Jimin as he tried to protect himself, as well as protect Jungkook. You fell onto your knees straight forward, exposing yourself. “What are you doing?!” Taehyung yelled, gasping for breath. 

You shrieked as a bullet brushed past your hand, scraping the skin off. It had just barely missed and only left a mere gash. You shakily stood up, leaning against Taehyung’s back. “I can-” You wheezed, wrapping your hands around your throat. “Can- bre-” 

“Shit!” Taehyung turned to you, shielding you from the bullets. “Breathe. Just breathe.” You coughed, your legs trembling as they began to lost their strength. 

“Taehyung?! What’s wrong with (y/n)?!” Jimin sobbed, keeping Jungkook close to him. 

“She- She’s fine!” Taehyung yelled back, gritting his teeth together. He pounded on your back to help the flowers escape. 

A small ball of a flower fluttered from your mouth as you gasped, blood tricking down your chin. Taehyung looked at you with worry. “I’m fine now,” You coughed, wiping your mouth and shakily picking up the gun. 

“No, you aren’t. Drop the gun.” Taehyung said sternly, shaking his head. 

“I said I’m fine!” You hissed back. 

“You don’t even know how to use a gun, (y/n).” 

“I can learn!” You shouted over the gunshots, aiming at another man. Your finger pressed against the trigger, then shot. Your arm went upwards a bit as the bullet hit him in the chest. 

“Fine. But stay behind me.” 

It seemed as if the shooting lasted forever - Jimin sobbing and cradling Jungkook in his arms made your heart wrench, and you could see that Namjoon’s hands were trembling. 

You let out the last bang. 

The room fell silent with only the hiccups of Jimin somehow ruining the silence. “Is it over?” Taehyung whispered. 

“..I think we’re clear.” Namjoon said, looking at you. You gulped, feeling a lump form in your throat as you headed towards Jungkook. He was quietly assuring Jimin he was alright and Jimin was refusing. 

“Jungkook? You alright?” You asked quietly as you kneeled down, studying the wound. Jungkook groaned. 

“I’m fine. It’s just my arm..” 

“Jimin, make sure you keep him safe, alright?” You wiped Jimin’s tears away, giving him a shaky smile. “Lets go.” You stood up, brushing off the dirt from your pants. Taehyung jogged up to you, obviously bewildered. 

“Please let this be be over..” He muttered to himself, letting out a small sigh. All of you hurried forward, stepping upon a small door. 

“You think he’s in there?” You asked softly. 

Namjoon shrugged, looking down at the gun. “Let’s take the chance.”

He swung the door open. 

Bang!

Namjoon grunted as a bullet shot through his leg, falling down to his knees. “Fuck!” He shouted, gripping the wound. 

“Jimin, get out of here!” You yelled, pointing at Namjoon. Jimin stared at you with  teary eyes, biting on his lower lip. “NOW!” He quickly grabbed Namjoon’s arm, dragging him out of the room. You aimed the gun up at the figure that was hidden by the shadows. 

“Why isn’t he shooting?” Taehung whispered, his hands gripping the gun. 

A small crack of light revealed the man’s face - you gritted your teeth together.”You scared, Hose-”

Your words died off as you dropped your gun. 

“Nice seeing you.” Yoongi smirked, raising his gun at you. You fell down to your knees, staring up at him. 

“No- how-” You mumbled, frozen in shock. Taehyung shook your shoulder, trying to bring you back to reality. 

“It’s pathetic..you never even questioned why I was resisting going with you, didn’t you? You probably thought I was just being stubborn, huh?!” Yoongi laughed, standing far away from you. 

“Yoongi, please,” Taehyung shouted. “How could you do this?!” 

“You’ll see for yourself.” Yoongi dropped the gun, letting it clatter on the floor. Your eyes could follow a small, glint of light before you screamed. 


a/n: wow im so behind  schedule im ghufsk

i feel bad,,,this was only 4k words :,) thank you for your patience. im surprised i still have followers at this point lol (sorry for it being so messy and stuff, ik things were going really fast paced)

"Happy Anniversary!" A Zootopia story to celebrate the one year anniversary of such an amazing film!

“Hello carrots!” Nick said, walking into Judy’s apartment

“Hi Nick!” The bunny said smiling and hugging the fox tightly as he walked in.

“My my my, excited there, huh carrots”

Nick pet Judy’s head and she nuzzled his chest.

“You know what I realized?” The fox said

“What Nick?” Judy asked, leading Nick to the couch so they could cuddle.

“One year ago today, was the day we met” Nick said, laying down on the couch and pulling Judy close.

“It was? One year ago?” Judy said, putting her arms around Nick and looking into his eyes.

“Yep, I have a photo on my phone of that day and it has the date on it”

The fox wrapped his fluffy tail around Judy, making her smile even more.

“I remember that day” Judy said.

“Because you were impressed by my sly skills when I hustled you”

Judy laughed. “Well that was also the day I wrote 200 tickets, before noon”

“Back then you were just a dumb bunny….. and today….. maybe you still are” Nick said, tapping her on the nose.

“Dumb fox” Judy said rolling her eyes

“Cute bunny”

Nick leaned forward and kissed her.

Judy closed her eyes and just enjoyed Nicks embrace.

“so what do you want to do today carrots? We could have dinner at a restaurant somewhere.”

“We had date night the other day. Let’s just cuddle”

“We could go back to jumbrax café, and get some ice cream”

Judy thought for a moment. “Back to where it all began? Yes, let’s go”

A couple of minutes later the pair got out of the car and walked towards the café. As they passed an alleyway, Nick began to speak, but then suddenly a truck came into view and Nick grabbed Judy and darted out of the way as the driver honked and yelled.

“Watch where your going fox and bunny!” The driver said, before pulling away. The couple angrily looked at the truck before heading into the café.

“What are you doing to get?” Nick asked

“Maybe a junior Sunday. I’m as hungry as a horse”

A horse nearby whined and turned away as Nick and Judy got to the front of the line.

“Oh, not you two again” the elephant behind the counter said.

“You know we could get a jumbo pop” Judy said.

“Ok, red or blue?” Nick responded.

“Let’s get red”

The elephant sighed. “15 dollars”

Nick took out a $10 bill and placed it on the counter, Judy did the same.

“Keep the change”

The couple walked out of the café and sat on a nearby bench.

“Two paws” Nick said handing the pop to Judy, and they started licking the sweet treat.

Nick noticed Judy’s lips getting red from the jumbo pop, as it slowly melted. Smiling smugly, Nick kissed Judy and licked the juice off of her lips.

“Sly fox” Judy said, kissing him back and licking the juice off his muzzle.

The couple looked into each other’s eyes before Nick took Judy’s soft paw in his hand.

“I’m so glad I met you that day, carrots” the fox said, kissing her again.

Judy blushed. “So am I Nick, so am I”

anonymous asked:

Headcanons for being Jugheads best friend

• always trying to one up each other in the sass/snarky comments department

• many, many inside jokes that make no sense to people around you

• having code names for people you don’t like (ex: you say “ball is life” when talking about Reggie because Jughead is a meme)

• roasting Archie together

• P L A T O N I C K I S S E S (you can pry this headcanon from my cold dead hands bye, Juggie loves platonic kisses)

• stealing his beanie to impersonate him - which always makes him roll his eyes and mutter “very funny, jerk.” affectionately

• platonic cuddles

• offering him a place to stay when the drive-in closes

• opening his laptop and writing dumb memes at the end of his novel while he’s not looking (but doing it in a different color police so he’ll notice it)

• changing his novel police to comic sans ms all the time to piss him off

• dance offs in your socks in your living room at 4 am when neither of you can sleep

• having heartfelt conversations over cookies and milk after said dance offs

Fighting with the Freaking Sun! (Riarkle Future One-Shot)

Fandom: Girl Meets World

Pairing(s): Riarkle

Characters: Riley Matthews and Farkle Minkus

Rating: T but only for some suggestive kissing, so if that doesn’t bother you…

Description: Even people who are perfect for each other fight. Fighting with Riley Matthews is a little like fighting with the sun… But Farkle would probably die without her warmth and in the end, they are always.

Author’s Note: Riarkle’s first fight as a couple! Aww! Lolz, funny how a fighting prompt is actually romantic? Gets kinda angsty too, but I mean, come on! It’s a fight and mean things are said without thinking.


Farkle didn’t know where it all went wrong.

He’d thought he was just doing what Riley wanted! He was just trying to make her happy, right? So, how exactly had the attempt ended in her telling him to leave with tears in her eyes? How had he managed to hurt her so badly when all he ever watched was to make her smile?

It started as a typical Saturday night for them. Or least a typical Saturday night since they’d started dating a few weeks ago.

Farkle had snuck into her room through the open bay window, finding her sitting cross-legged on the floor with textbooks scattered about. He didn’t really know why, but Riley’d been on a studying kick the last few weeks and hell, who was he to tell her to calm down?

Taking up his usual spot beside her, he leaned over and greeted her with a quick, distracted on her part, kiss. “What are we reading up on tonight, Babe?”

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