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Serenity of the Night | M

↳ “What exactly did you see?” He snarled, and you somehow found the strength within you to slap his hand away from your face; quickly fixing Taehyung with a glare.

“Nothing.” You said, your petrifying mien being erased from your visage in seconds. “Absolutely nothing.”

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Précis: Within the forest and over the moutains lies many secrets, ones you should stay away from; but some things are meant to come across.

Note: Finally, it feels good to have this back up, btw spring day reference; can ya catch it? | boxer!tae

Genre & Warnings: Drama, soft angst & fluff. Smut. | Words ➳ 12.4k


Gripping the straps of your backpack, you wearily stared at the stony underpass littered with weeds, branches and scattered leaves; wondering if passing through the entrance and walking inside the forest filled with trees and who knew what else was on the other side would be worth it. You wondered if walking for ten miles up a mountain would in any way be okay as you glanced towards the chipped and tattered wooden sign that indicated how long and what to beware of for the hike that would soon ensue, but it wasn’t like you had a choice of turning back now.

You were then pushed into the other side of the underpass, stumbling slightly before blinking as you watched the boys laughing while someone patted your back softly. “Lighten up,” you heard Hoseok say, walking passed you before eyeing you over his shoulder, “it’s going to be amazing!”

Gulping, you turned behind you to see the parking lot void of any life as your cars settled side by side, completely empty as you all carried your needed necessities inside your packs. You were told that the trip was going to be fun, that the mountain you were supposed to be residing in was one of the most beautiful ones in the country, but somehow, something was eating at your brain as you felt a strange feeling prickling in the darkest pits of your stomach; that once you were off the mountain..

Things would never be the same.

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Leave A Message: Betty Cooper x Jughead Jones

Summary: AU, After a night of heavy drinking, Betty Cooper realizes she’s left a series of revealing messages on her crush and roommate, Jughead Jones’s phone. 

Words: 1,600

Warnings: Mentions of drinking, swearing, sexual dialogue but mostly embarrassing fluff. 

A/N: I’ve edited this myself so I apologize for errors. 


Betty Cooper’s head was pounding. She had made the mistake of going out with her roommates Cheryl Blossom and Veronica Lodge to celebrate the end of finals. Now she was sitting at their kitchen island cradling a cup of coffee, trying to figure out if IHOP delivered.

“Good Morning!” Cheryl sang as she skipped into the kitchen and poured herself a cup of coffee. Her luscious red was piled up on top of her head and her skin was glowing. She looked like an angel not someone who had partied hard the night before. “How are you?” She asked Betty.

“I’m so hungover” Betty groaned resting her head on her arms. “I’ve never been this hungover.”

“Yeah, you really shouldn’t have done all those shots of Liquid Cocaine.” Cheryl chuckled and began taking out a few frying pans. “You want some bacon and eggs?” She asked.

“I do!” Veronica answered, her silk black robe trailing behind her matching her beautiful black hair. She walked up to Cheryl and gave her a soft kiss. Cheryl and Veronica had been dating since before they had left Riverdale and their relationship was goals.

“How are you guys not hungover?” Betty asked.

“We didn’t do three shots of tequila and then perform a Coyote Ugly style dance on the bar. You drank so much you should be dead.” Veronica informed.

“I wish I was dead.” Betty said sliding off her stool and laid on the floor. “The tile is so cold. I love the tile.”

“You’ve seen better days, Cooper.” Jughead Jones exited his bedroom from the other side of the loft and sat in the stool Betty just occupied. Jughead was Betty’s fourth and final roommate and she had developed a deep crush on him since the four of  them had moved from Massachusetts to California for school.  

Jughead had blossomed in the sunshine state. He had taken up surfing and gotten a tan, transforming himself into a ripped golden god. Whatever girls didn’t like about his moodiness in Riverdale, they loved here. Betty hated that she didn’t make a move sooner and now that he was bedding Californian goddesses, she knew she didn’t stand a chance.

“Oh god.” She muttered rolling onto her back. She was so dehydrated she could hear herself blinking. She focused on Jughead messy mop of black hair when he appeared above her.

“Up we go.” He said lifting her into the sitting position. “Take these,” he dropped two extra strength Advil in her palm. “And drink the entire glass.” He instructed.

She did as she was told and steadied herself against him when she stood up. “I need to go back to sleep.”

“Yes, you do.” Jughead agreed walking her back to her room. “Do you need to use the washroom?” He asked.

“I’m not a child, Jug.” Betty snapped.

“Oh, I’m sorry, were you not just rolling around on the floor moaning?” He cocked an eyebrow and helped her into bed. She got underneath the covers and he tucked her in. “Get more rest, you’re gonna need it.” He winked and left her room, closing her door.

Her brow furrowed at her choice of words but she was too tired to give it much more thought than that.

She woke up at 3 in the afternoon feeling much better. Still hungover but manageable. She stumbled out into the living room and found Jughead reading a book. “There she is!” He exclaimed. “I got more Advil out and grabbed some water. There is some left over Thai from lunch in he fridge if you are hungry.”

Betty grabbed the Advil, headed over to the kitchen and began heating up her food. Once the Thai was nice and hot she made way back over to the couch.

“Are you feeling better?” He asked not looking up from his book.

“Mmmm” She answered with a mouth full of food.

“Do you remember anything from last night?” He questioned.

She shook her head. “Not really.”

“So you don’t remember dancing on the bar?” He inquired.

She shook her head.

“You don’t remember leading the whole bar in a rendition of ‘Come On Eileen’?”

“How do you know this? You weren’t even there”

“Cheryl was sending me videos.” He paused. “Do you remember making a phone call?”

“It’s 2018, Juggie, no one makes phone calls anymore.” She rolled her eyes and took a gulp of her water.

“You sure about that?” He asked again.

“I haven’t spoken on a phone in like two years.”

Jughead took out his cell, began scrolling and finally pushed a button. He held it up so they could both hear it.

“Jughead, mother fucking, Jones.” Betty’s gravelly drunken voice rasped out of the phone.

Her eyes widened and she started choking on her food.

“You fucking idiot with your stupid hat and your stupid attitude and your stupid face like you don’t know how amazing you are. Well, I guess you kinda do now with that revolving bevy of girls in our apartment all the time. And what is wrong with me huh? I’m hot, I’ve had six guys hit on me tonight. Six!”

She heard herself yell through the phone and she buried her head in her arms. “No, no, no.” She repeated over and over again.

“I’m smart too and my personality is okay, so what’s your problem Jughead, huh? I’ve been told that my vagina is like, the actual best. Like, what do I need to do? I guess there is a possibility that you aren’t interested in me but I’m the tits so why wouldn’t you be.” She paused. “Another thing, you actual piece of shit-” She was cut off and he lowered the phone.

“Please tell me I didn’t call you back.” She asked, looking at him through her fingers.

He was smirking and she wanted to smack him. “That was the first of fifteen messages. My favorite was how you told me that you obsess over how big my penis is but it’s probably just normal size and that you should stop worrying about it because this isn’t a romance novel.” He chuckled.

She made a whiny, crying sound, her face burning hot.

He didn’t say anything like she expected. She expected him to tease her, she expected him to tell her that they were friends but their relationship wouldn’t be anything more than that but he didn’t. She felt his weight on the couch beside her. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked.

“Would it made a difference if I did?”

“Uh, yeah, kind of a big difference, do you know how you appear to others? Do you know how intimidating you are?” His voice was soft and sincere.

“What are you talking about?” She snapped, rubbing her temples.

“You’re beautiful, smart and funny. You make everything seem so effortless, you should date an architect or something.”

“Why is everyone so obsessed with architects?” She moaned, falling back into the cushions of the sofa.

Jughead sighed. “Betty, did you ever think about just asking me out?”

She threw him some serious side eye. “Oh yeah Jug, I’ll just walk up to you and be like, ‘Hey, I know we’ve known each other forever and I’ve ignored you for most of it but now that you’re all hot and dating models and shit, you wanna go out on a date?’” She scoffed.

“Okay.” He replied.

“What?” She sat up quickly, wincing when he head throbbed.

“I’ll go out with you.”

“Why? You date hipster girls who wear glasses they don’t need and are way too big for their face. You date girls who always look good in a romper, always have perfect Coachella hair and eat avocado toast everyday. I go days without showering, I’ve slept in the library more than once, I’ve dropped a McDonalds hamburger on the ground and still ate it because I had spent my last dollar on it and it was all I could eat for 17 hours until I got paid. Last night I threw up in my hamper-”

Jughead cut her off with a kiss. Betty was taken aback by the sudden gesture and it took her body a moment to relax and really accept what was happening. Betty had fantasized about this moment every night for months. What he would smell like, what he was taste like, how he would feel. He tasted like the cinnamon tic tacs he was always eating, spicy and sweet. He smelled like clean laundry, the sea and coconuts from using the girls shampoo all the time. Betty ran her hands through his hair bringing him closer to her. His body was hard and muscular and he pushed it against her, his skin warm and tan and so different from what she expected.

He parted from her, a smile on his face. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.”

“Liar.” Betty whispered, her eyes still closed.

“Betty, I’ve had a thing for your since the ninth grade.” He admitted, kissing her again.

“Do you want to take this into the bedroom?” She cooed running her hands over his chest.

“No, Bets.”

Her head jerked back. “What? Why? You take all these girls to bed and not me?”

“Betty, you aren’t all girls, you’re the girl.” He smiled and kissed her again.

She smiled back. “Can you please, for the love of god, delete all the messages I left you.”

“Um, absolutely not, this shit belongs in the MOMA.” He took out his phone. “Prepare yourself for message number two.”

you never need to carry more than you can hold

Birthday fic for @whoacanada.  

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               It takes four pies and more loaves of bread than fit onto the counter for Bitty to admit he’s stressed. He knows he’s in denial, but he really thought that avoiding his problems with baking was something he would grow out of by the time he’s graduated.

               He’s been wrong about a few things lately.

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anonymous asked:

RFA and unknown with chubby!mc on the beach. Some guys harass her abt being fat in her swimsuit. How does each person react?

HELLO MOD SAERAN HERE :)) *WARNING*: heavy body shaming please read at your own risk, as a chubby person this can trigger >.< so please read at your own risk BUT IF YOU DO JUST KNOW EACH MAN/WOMEN DEFENDS YOU LIKE THE BEAUTIFUL GODDESS YOU ARE!

Zen:

-In exactly two weeks, your boyfriend will have his first day off in months because he started his new movie. After the RFA party, Zen became a bigger name in Korea. He even reached all the way to the United States. For exactly 6 months you and Zen were in Los Angeles, California, filming one of his new movies. You were handling the fame well according to Zen’s eyes but…. he didn’t know that you contemplated leaving him so many times. The reason for that is because you were bullied by fans every day….. from social media….the press…..and his fan letters. Nothing compares to his extreme fan girls because they all made fun of you because you were chubby.

-Before his rise to fame, Zen knew you were insecure of your body and he always reminded you he loved your rolls. He loved grabbing it and kissing it when you guys were intimate *cough fucking cough* so you slowly were learning to love yourself by the help of Zen. However, it wasn’t easy because you were with the most perfect man in the entire universe. He was the head of many Fashion Magazines and was even offered to be a model. He declined the modeling job because he wanted to focus on acting. So you were always the girl who “ was lucky to be with him”. But you learned to hide it well because you didn’t want Zen to worry about you.

-The day finally came and you were hoping he would just want to stay home and relax with you at the house. You heard his footsteps coming closer to you and you were anxious of what he was going to say. “ Baby!! How is my princess” he ran to you hugging you and then picking you up twirling you around. You were always worried about breaking him but he insisted that you were light. “ I’m fine… so where does my Prince Charming want to go on his day off” I giggled while flicking his nose. He smiled and casually said “ let’s go to the beach! I’m in the mood for some waves! I’m going to try surfing again babe! I know.. IT’S NOT GONNA BE LIKE LAST TIME! I will not fall” he laughed while heading towards the closet. You walked after him thinking about why does he WHY the beach. You didn’t want to show your body. People weren’t lying California Girls were beautiful. Sun Kiss skin. Skinny and beautiful. You? Fat. Ugly. Rolls everywhere. Zen notice the change of your face and went to you and grabbed your chin to make him look at him “ if a guy flirts with you I will punch them because you are gorgeous inside and out. I will punch them baby I swear” he brought you closer to him and kissed your forehead gently.

-You guys finally reached the beach and you were wearing a dress swimsuit and Zen was just wearing shorts and a tank top. He looked like one of those Hollister models while you looked like a potato. He held your hand proudly and dragged you so you guys can find a seat. He found an umbrella that was vacant and he got the chairs he was carrying and set everything up. You plopped down the chair and gave a heavy sigh. You were doing okay till you heard a group of guys laughing. “Holy shit EVERYONE LOOK IT’S ZEN AND HIS SHAMOO GIRLFRIEND. I’m surprised you didn’t break the chair sweetie. Next time warn us when you are about to throw yourself !! We are a earthquake state and we don’t want to confuse your falls with an earthquake!!” He was laughing and all his friends were high fiving him. Yo got home and tried running but the sand was slowing you down. “ Awww is the whale having problem running!! You should run more so you can actually look good in a swimsuit” his voice sounded like poison while you fell onto the sand and cried your eyes out.

-You wanted the sand to swallow you up because you can’t believe that Zen even wanted to be with you. “HAHA miss piggy is laughing !! Awww is she to fa-” you heard a body fall onto the sand and heard human flesh being beaten. You turned around and saw Zen rearranging the dudes face. “Don’t you fucking DARE talk about my girlfriend like that. *punch* I am *punch* lucky that she *punch* wants to be *punch* with someone *punch* like *grabs his head and slammed it into the ground* me.” The other friends were starting to run off screaming and Zen was running after his prey. He jumped onto this guy and kicked the air out of him. “ And you wanna be James Franco *kicks* I heard *kicks* your smart remark *kick* that you thought *kick* she deserved *picks him up and throws him to the water* to fucking fall”. The rest of the group were apologizing and left running.

-Zen ran to you with bleeding knuckles helping you up. “Baby I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry those guys hurt you. I’m sorry baby. I’m honored to be your boyfriend. Shit. You are the only one for me I don’t care if you are plus size. Regular size is boring trust me *he gave you a wink* *he hugged you and grabbed onto your ass and smacked it.. hard…* I love that I have more to grab on. Now let’s go wash my baby up so I can eat you” you blushed heavily and left to the car.

Jumin: *NSFW IN THE BEGINNING SORRY*

-Jumin loved everything about you. He loved that you were plus sized. He fucking lived for it. He especially loved it when the two of you were having sex and you sat on his face. He loved being suffocated by your pussy and it juices. From the day he first met you, he loved you. He fucking loved you so much, he would shit talk on designers who didn’t make plus size clothing. He would say it in front of their face. Shit he didn’t give a FUCK. He hired plus size designers to make your clothes and lingerie. If you hated a roll, expect that roll to have hickies and love bites on it. He loved you from the tip of your head to the tip of your toes. Don’t get me started on how he loves that Elizabeth 3rd loves cuddling with you.

-One day he decided to work from home because he wanted to spend time with you and Elizabeth. You were making a big breakfast as always because you cooked for the both of you and the guards. He honestly loved that about you. You were so selfless that you always put yourself last. He just chuckled seeing his employees eating their breakfast nervously because they weren’t use to eating on the clock. However, to ease the situation, you created a system. One group of men would be eating while the other would be outside guarding and then once the men or done eating they will eat. Jumin loved your thinking so he made sure the fridge and cabinets were always in stock. The chef was still employed because you needed help making a big breakfast, lunch and dinner !! When you and Jumin were going out on dates you made sure the chef made food for the guards that were protecting the penthouse. Jumin sweared that each and every passing day he fell more in love with you.

-When he was signing documents and editing them because people can’t tell the difference between Arial and Arial black he overheard you talking to Elizabeth 3rd. “ My lovely Elizabeth…. how I miss the ocean…. I’m not sure if Jumin ever took you near the beach but just hearing the sound of the waves….feeling the wet sand between my toes makes me feel at peace.” You heard her heavily sigh and you heart was about to burst. How can this angel… JESUS Christ. What kind of a man am I for not taking her to a place that she loves. You were about to go to her and ask her for forgiveness until you heard her crying. “ but Elizabeth *meow* the thing is I don’t tell Jumin because I’m ashamed of being next to him in a swimsuit. I’m ugly and fat and he is perfect. He is famous for being rich for crying out loud. Aren’t rich people suppose to be with supermodels and people who are gorgeous, tall, lean, and bright eyes!! I’m fat, ugly, short, with boring eye color.” Jumins heart broke. The guards who were hearing you from the outside were crying. Elizabeth was meowing sadly. The chef who was cleaning his hands in the sink were crying. The whole world was crying. Jumin was going to take you to the fucking ocean even if it means millions of dollars buying out a whole resort with a private beach. GUESS WHAT he did the next min. He bought a fucking resort that had a private beach.

-Jumin was already packing his shit. Jumin was packing your shit. Jumin was packing Elizabeth 3rd Shit. Jumin went outside to the guard and told him to call homes to get their shit pack. He called driver Kim to get the limo ready and to get the jet ready as well. He came to you and told you the news of how he decided to buy a resort and why not use it right now. You hugged him and told him that you were going to get everything ready. You were about to leave for the room but he hugged you from behind and told you that everything was already ready. You told the guards that had to stay :( sorry and that she wishes that they could come along. They fucking loved you. The guards who went along with the chief of security had their bags ready and everything. Because they knew…. they were able to sorta enjoy this mini vacation.

-When you two got there..people were waiting outside to greet the two of you. You guys proceed to head to the presidential suite. You told the guards to take turns sleeping and enjoying the resort. The guards fucking loved you have I mention? They wouldn’t hesitate taking a bullet for you. When you entered the suite you ran to the balcony to look out doors. You were in awe you had to.. YOU JUST HAVE TO GO NOW. You went back inside and Jumin was already in shorts ready to go and he gently threw a swimsuit towards you. You notice it wasn’t your usual dress swimsuit. It was a real bikini one. You looked at Jumin shook. He should know how you feel about this. “You look sexy kitten trust me. It’s going to be only us two it’s a private beach! Please baby pleaaaaseee wear this for daddy ?” He pouted :3 JESUS CHRIST WHEN JUMIN HAN CALLS HIMSELF DADDY WHEN YALL NOT FUCKING IT’S A SERIOUS DEAL. You rolled your eyes and he knew he won >:D.

-You PUT it on and JESUS CHRIST the bikini was beautiful and he went closer to you and wrapped his arns around you tenderly. You flicked his nose “ last one there is going to be submissive” and YOU FUCKING RAN. YOU WERE LIKE RUN FOREST RUN. You ran past some of the guards who were waiting by the elevator “ PUSH THE FUCKING BUTTON PLEASE AND STAAALLLL HIM” they loved moments like these >:3. They pushed the button and you pressed the closed door and you saw Jumin running to Stop the door from closing but a guard was like Mr. Han wait she took the stairs. Jumin knew that wasn’t you because who the fuck like taking stairs. He heard you laugh when the door closed and he took the stairs. He went down 13 flights of stairs quickly and then went to the elevator and pressed the button and when it opened you were shook. He was sweaty and had a smirk on his face. When the elevator hit the 1st floor. You pushed him to the far corner of the elevator and ran for it. He obviously caught up to you and picked you up and had you over his shoulder laughing. You two finally reached the beach and he put you down gently and kissed you. He loved seeing you smile because it made him feel warm inside.

-The other guards were patrolling the area to make sure there were no intruders in Mr. Hans resort. You waved at them and they waved back. You ran to the ocean till you heard a group of girls calling for you. You looked around and you saw a group of girls with their boyfriends. You knew they were making fun of you and it hurt so much. “ Wow I didn’t know fat people like you actually have Bikinis made for them. Sweetie 2 piece are only made for us skinny people.” She laughed. “ Yeah whoever told you that you actually looked decent lied to your fucking face because god *he closed his eyes* you would even make a blind man cringe in disgust”. Tears were rolling down your face so quickly. You just wanted to have a good time but this THIS group had to ruin everything. You turned back and you saw mad fucking men. Jumin was giving death glares to the man who was harassing you. The 3 guards on his each side of him was ready to fucking attack because no one messes with you ESPECIALLY CAUSE YOU WERE SO NICE AND LOVING TO THEM. Jumin slowly walked to the guy and looked down on him “ you really think you’re a big shot aren’t you. News flash. You ain’t shit *looked at the female who made fun of you * and you ain’t shit. Now if you would excuse me *HE FUCKING PUNCH THE GUY AND HE WAS K/O WITH ONE FUCKING PUNCH. Jumin had a serious face “ attack now.” THE GUARDS WERE UNLEASHED AND THEY FCKING CHASED AND BEAT DOWN THE OTHER MALES. Jumin picked up you and took you to the ocean. He whispered words of love and care into your ear until you started to believe them again.

Yoosung:

-Yoosung joined the coffee club and he actually participated in every single event :’D. He was amazing at making coffee now thanks to Jaehee help. You loved it because every time you woke up, there was always a different smell lingering throughout the apartment. You loved it but in the beginning it was nasty smells because POOR BABY WAS WAS WAASSS JUST EXPERIMENTING. But after months of patients and LOVE, he became really good at it. For Christmas one year, jaehee bought him a coffee making set and you bought him all the ingredients he needed. He cried so hard because you always believed in him from the very beginning. He always told you that you were his inspiration for trying to make the best coffee in the world.

-So slowly, yoosung was climbing thru the ranks of the coffee club and ended up Vice President :’D. When he was announced that he was chosen to be Vice President, he was being manly and told them that they will always make amazing coffee. When the both of you got home, HE TACKLED YOU AND HUGGED YOU AND CRIED. POOR BABY. Yoosung being Vice President actually made the coffee club more fun because there were always bonding activities. You always refused to go and told him to spend time with his friends and that you were gonna stay home and continue studying. He was hesitant that something was wrong but being the theater major that you are, you convinced him that nothing was wrong :).

-However, you promised him to go to one event and that he better chose it good. You thought he forgot about it but one day he came SCREAMING into the building and you heard him all the way up from the 3rd floor. JESUS he was that loud. “ BAAAABBBBBYYY BAABABBABAYYYYYY I HAVE NEEEWWSS  FOR YOU!!” You heard him singing baby and oh god what is it now. He kicked the door open and he was in flip flops and shorts with an LOL tank top. “ BABE GET READY WE ARE HEADING TO THE BEACH. THIS IS MY EVENT OF CHOOSING LETS GO” He said with a grin. You heard him breathing heavily and you were thinking, did he really ran all the way to the house from campus. Dear god he was serious. You went to the bedroom and changed into your two piece that can be mistaken for a swim dress but it wasn’t. You then put regular clothes over and ready to go face the beach with a fake smile :(. When you were on the club bus to head to the beach he notice that you didn’t have a real smile on your face and he asked what’s wrong and you just shook it off and said nothing that you were worrying about an assignment. HE BLAMED HIMSELF FOR DRAGGING YOU THERE. HE EVEN TOLD YOU HE WILL PRACTICE LINES WITH YOU AND EVERYTHING TO MAKE UP FOR THE SUDDEN ADVENTURE. You gave him one of your famous smiles and he kissed your forehead. If only he knew….

-You guys arrived at the beach and you wanted to just say sitting on the bench. You saw the rest of the members taking of their clothes to be just with their swim suits, running to the ocean. You wish you had the confidence to do that. Yoosung took of his tank top and and was ready to run for it but he saw that you weren’t moving. He went closer to you and you know you had to do it before he started worrying again. You took of the clothes and were just in your swimsuit and his nose started to bleed. He always believed you were a thick goddess made just for him. You cleaned his nose with your shirt. He grabbed your hand and made you run with him. You were starting to enjoy yourself because your boyfriend was laughing and his laugh made you smile. You guys made it to the water and jumped in. You were having a blast till….. “DAMN FAT ASS YOU CAUGHT US OFF GUARD. YOU CREATED AN EXTRA WAVE.” they laughed while pointing at you. Yoosung notice and he looked at you and everything clicked for him.

-”EVERYONE A WHALE IS IN SHORE OH MY GOD EVERYONE BE CAREFUL WE MIGHT GET A TSUNAMI.” The group of jerks continued to laugh. Tears were forming in your eyes and you grabbed yoosung hands and tried dragging him away. He took his hand away from you and you saw his eyes were dark purple. Oh shit. The man as come out. He ran there like a fucking bull and jumped onto the guy and was destroying him. The guys friends were calling 911 because yoosung was going animalistic. The police came and it took 4 officers to get yoosung off the guy. Yoosung was yelling and him and you were crying. You were a mess. You called Jumin because you needed help bailing yoosung out of jail. Jumin picked you up 3 mins after you called him and followed the police car to jail. Before they were going to book him, Jumin put a briefcase down and pushed the button to open it. There was 2 millions dollars in that suitcase and they let yoosung go without booking him. Jumin gave the two of you a ride in his limo back to his apartment and he asked what in the world happened. You told him with tears in your eyes and he looked at yoosung and gave him a smirk. He told him that he was proud. you guys got home and you gave him the biggest hug and told him thank you. He cried.

Jaehee *she is gonna be short*

-You guys were set to go on a date on the beach. She knew your insecurities but she didn’t give a fuck what other people said because she loved you and your thick self. So to make compromise with you because she wanted you to have a good time and be comfortable, it was suppose to happen around 7:30.

-you decided to meet her there because she wanted to go early and prepare everything. She wanted everything to be romantic. So since you knew there were going to be few people there are the beach, you decided to wear a bikini and you wore a dress over it. You were excited to go see the love of your life :’D

-you arrived at the beach and now you were just looking for the tower she texted you to arrive at. You were walking on the sand heading your way over to the tower. Fuck. You saw a group of college students having a bonfire. Shit they are drinking. You start to pick up the pace hoping PRAYING they won’t notice you. Sadly, god was busy taking other people’s request. “HEY DONUT WHY DON’T YOU COME OVER HERE AND LET US ROAST YOUR FATASS”. His other friend “ YEAH I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU HAVE TO USE CURTAIN DRAPES AS CLOTHES” she laughed evilly. God you wanted to cry but you kept walking. But then the bitch who told you about using curtains as clothes followed you calling you names. You wanted it to stop. You wanted to find jaehee. You started to run and the BITCH was running after you calling you names. You kept running faster until you heard a thud behind you. You decided to stop running and you looked back. You saw your girlfriend kicking her fucking ass. She dislocated her shoulder and broke her nose. She got sand and threw it to her face and then Jaehee spit on her.

-She walked over to you and hugged you and kissed your lips gently and then went towards your neck and gave it little nibbles. She loved you for who you are and she kissed you again while gripping your thighs.

Saeyoung: *he is gonna be short as well*

-You guys finally decided to get out of the house for once. You both wanted fresh air and he insisted on going to the beach and you told him no. You wanted to go to the mountains. He told you no. He said beach. You said mountains. But you felt bad because he really wanted to go to the beach and you weren’t going to let your DAMN insecurity keeping you from having a good time. You finally said yes and he grabbed your hips and pulled you towards him for a deep kiss. He gripped your ass and you guys had a quickie. Lol.

-You guys took a shower together a quick one and got ready. You were putting on a swim suit dress and he shakes his head. He made you put on a bikini because he believed that you had the sexiest body ever. You blushed because he looked at you with hunger. You put a shirt and a skirt over it so you can go out in public normal. He got ready as well and it was off to the beach !

-When you guys got there he notice the sand was really hot. Like burning hot and he didn’t want your feet to get blisters. So he told you to hop on his back and that he was going to carry you till you guys got to the squishy sand. He notice that you were hesitating so he just picked you up bridal style and gave you a smirk. He was strolling by the volleyball court and you were nervous. He were hiding your face between your hands. He told you that he wasn’t going to let you fall but oh boy. That was the last thing you were thinking. You notice that two men were laughing and pointing at you and you were guessing your boyfriend didn’t notice. Damn how you wanted him to move faster. WHY WAS HE BEING SO SLOW. “Hey bud!! Red head” one of them yelled. Saeyoung turned around to face them “ yeah what is it?”he said with a blank expression. “ do you need help with carrying the heavy load” his friends were laughing. Saeyoung put you down kissed your foreheads and smiled. He went over and basically made the guy lose 2 teeth. He then looked for his wallet and destroyed everything of his and his family and his friends when you two got home. He left them bankrupt. He put them as felons. You name it he already did it. He wasn’t going to let a fuck boy hurt his goddess shit. You two still HE a nice time at the beach tho C:

Saeran:

-you two were already at the pier. Both of you guys finished your bi weekly appointment of therapy. He was slowly going back into society. You loved him so much. He was in love with you and he believed he owed his life to you. Therapy was always interesting because the session was suppose to be about him but someone he made it about the both of you. So it was like couples therapy. You were annoyed at first but then Saeran said the both of you should become better people. When he notice how much you hate yourself because you categorize yourself as “ fat” he knew he had to change your mind. No matter how many times he called you beautiful, you didn’t pay attention to him.

-That’s when he started talking about your insecurities and how it affects him because he gets so flabbergasted that an angel sent from the heaven above… Hates herself. The therapy was good for each individual but it made the relationship stronger. You guys were able to communicate more and everything. The love was amazing, the sex was phenomenal, the communication was great, life was perfect for him. He started to call saeyoung brother and not idiot brother. Everything was going good C:   

-You guys were eating ice cream on the pier enjoying each other’s presence and the sounds of the wave crashing onto the sand. He looked at you so lovingly as if he was admiring the work of art. “Pecan *YES HE CALLS YOU AFTER AN ICE CREAM FLAVOR* can we go down to the beach?” He said softly. You got up and cleaned your mouth and cleaned his *HE WAS BLUSHING MY POOR HUSBAND* and went your way down to the beach.

-You took off your sandals and he took of his shoes and rolled up pants. You were wearing shorts so you were good. You guys strolled down the whole beach with the water reaching up to your ankles. You felt so happy. So truly happy. You saw this old couple and you asked if they were nice enough to take pictures for they both of you and they happily obliged. You guys had a little photo shoot and each and every single picture was of the both of you smiling and kissing. The couple prayed that you will last until the both of you reached the heaven above. Everything was perfect. Until you saw a man pointing at you and laughing. He came closer and you were waiting for him to say something mean. You closed your eyes waiting to hear the poison entering your brain. But. Nothing. FUCKING. Happened. You opened your eyes and saw the guy looking a bit nervous. He then proceeded to tell you that you were very beautiful and that you guys look like an amazing couple. He then ran off and you looked at Saeran and before he could change his facial expression he had his death glare on. Then he changed into a smile and kissed you and smacked your ass lightly. You laughed and he did too and you continue walking with him hand in hand

-SHIT YALL THOUGHT SAERAN WAS GONNA BEAT PEOPLES ASSES. SAERAN DONT BEAT PEOPLE HE KILLS THEM. HE ALREADY MADE THE MAN NERVOUS WITH JUST HIS STARE. LMAAOO YALL DONT WANT TO MESS WITH SAERAN WHEN IT COMES TO HIS BROTHER, THE RFA, ICE CREAM, OR YOU LMAOOO. IF YALL WANNA DIE, TALK SHIT OR LOOK AT THEM NASTY. SHIIITT. YALL THOUGHT.

‘Falling’ in Love

Originally posted by ethan-support-group

Request: Hi hi. I’ve read your “x reader” stories and I love them 💖  I was wondering if you would do an Ethan x reader imagine where y/n is a fan of Ethan and meets him at a convention and its like a love at first sight kind of thing?

Summary: Fem!Reader is at a con for the first time and quite literally falls  in love :D ……..ok I’ll see myself out

You can find part two here

A/N: Hey y’all this is a cute fic full of nervous!Ethan so if that’s the kinda thing you’re into then you’re in luck. For real though, once I started writing this I couldnt stop, I don’t know why but I was bit by the inspiration bug and cranked this bad boi out. Also, anything in italics is a personal thought in first person that either the reader or Ethan is having. Enjoy!

Wordcount: 853, goldilocks zone :D

Warning: I cursed a couple times? Maybe just once? Can’t remember. Also nervous!Ethan is adorable? Read at your own risk he too cute.

Requests are open! Send some in pls I have one left in my inbox so pls!
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Sledgehammer

Chapter Fourteen

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Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader  |  Word Count: 2620 
Warnings: Angst, swearing

Song: The Other Side by Ruelle


The verdict was in and the news wasn’t good though it was what you’d expected. Helen hadn’t even needed to make the trip once Bruce had sent her your scans. Your optic nerve was completely fired, no longer viable, with zero chance of ever being repaired. Even with your new crazy healing abilities, the cells of your optic nerves remained, for lack of a better term, dead.

The world had become dark and scary, something which set you clinging to Steve.

In a matter of days your bullet wound and broken arm had completely healed, and Bruce had released you from the med-wing, but panic had set in as soon as you’d taken your first blind steps.

Everything was so loud, smelled so strong, even the air on your skin was enough to make you flinch. Every step you took was terrifying, not knowing where you were, what was ahead of you.

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4. Date // Nurseydex

« {Part 4 of my Valentine’s collection.} »

a/n: in which dex is uncultured and nursey has no manners, and they’re both perfect for each other. enjoy!

“Uh. Hey, Nursey?” Dex said, scanning over the menu. “What’s prosciutto? Is that, like, a cheese?”

“You don’t know what prosciutto is?” Nursey asked skeptically.

“Not all of us were born with silver spoons up out asses, Nurse,” Dex replied.

“But it’s prosciutto. You can buy it at, like, Costco—”

“Nursey.”

“Fine, fine. Prosciutto is uncooked Italian ham. It’s good—you’d like it.”

“O…kay,” Dex said. “I gotta say, uncooked ham doesn’t sound that appealing.”

Nursey shrugged, licking salt off the rim of whatever drink he’d ordered. “Your loss.”

They fell quiet, the hushed murmur of restaurant conversations around them making Dex a little uncomfortable. He felt weird talking in anything louder than a whisper. And was that smooth jazz? He fiddled with the napkin on his lap, which he was going to feel guilty about using later because it was so fucking white. How the hell did they get stains out of it? Did they just have new napkins every meal? Didn’t that sort of defeat the point of reusable napkins?

Trying to interpret the menu felt like reading a foreign language. He didn’t understand what half the words were. “What’s Roquefort?” he asked Nursey after a suitably long silence.

“Oh, it’s a blue cheese.”

“And chanterelles?”

“A kind of mushroom.”

“What about beer, bear—nope, I can’t even pronounce that.”

Nursey scooted forward. “Here, give me the menu and point to it.” Dex did. “Oh, you mean béarnaise?” he said, pronouncing the word with an obnoxious French accent.

“Gesundheit,” Dex said.

“I think it’s a sauce, maybe?” said Nursey. “I don’t really know that one.”

“Well aren’t you a big help.”

“Hey, I don’t know everything, man,” Nursey said as he tipped back on his chair a little, balancing on the back two legs. “This place is like, mad bougie.”

“No shit,” Dex said. He rolled his eyes. “Also, dude, stop leaning back like that. You’re gonna fucking fall.”

“‘M not.”

“You wanna bet on that?”

Nursey sighed and dropped the front legs of his chair back onto the ground. “You’re no fun,” he pouted.

I’m no fun? You’re the one who dragged us to this fancy-ass restaurant. This place is stuffy as hell.”

“I know, I know. But my moms are paying for it, so I figure we should probably at least try to go on a legit date.”

“I guess,” Dex conceded.

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Sherlock stands in front of John’s little house in the suburb and holds an umbrella over his head.

The rain is strong and the air is heavy.
A thick mist makes the surroundings blurry.

Sherlock is supposed to knock at the door.
But somehow he can’t move.

He stares at the little sign beside the door.
Welcome at the Watsons
!
There are a few flowers and a smiling butterfly around the italic letters.
The sign looks way more cheerful than the little garden, which is quite messy. The plants grow chaotic.
A little plush mouse lies between a tomatoe plant and some weed.
Sherlock bends down and picks it up.
Then, he finally knocks on the door.

John opens almost immediately, a crooked smile on his tired face.
“Hey.” He rubs his face. It’s stubby. “Sorry, I’m a mess. It was a hard night. She didn’t sleep at all.”

“Oh,” Sherlock makes. He doesn’t really know, what else to say. Then, he shows John the plush mouse. “I … This was lying on the ground.”

“Again. It always falls from the buggy,” John sighs and takes the toy. “Well. you should come in. This weather is awful …”

Sherlock closes his umbrella and akwardly shakes it, to get rid of the raindrops.
John watches him in silence.
When Sherlock enters, he can smell burning toast.
“Shit!” John says in the next moment, and rushes into the kitchen.
Sherlock walks after him.

“So, I will be gone for maybe two hours,” John explains, while he’s carefully putting the hot toast on a plate with two fingers and a grimace. “You already know where her room is. Diapers and everything else is in the drawer in the bathroom.”
He looks up and frowns. “Have you ever changed diapers before?”

“No,” Sherlock says. But he adds quickly, “I read instructions. In a few books.”’

“Ah. Okay,” John says and the frown disappears. “Toast?”

“No. Thank you. I’ve already eaten.”

“Sure.”

John puts a lot of jam on his half burned toast and begins to eat. He doesn’t sit down at the table. Instead, he leans against the counter. Sherlock can see a half empty bottle of Scotch from where he’s standing.
“It’s great, that you’re doing this. I mean … I thought, you don’t like kids,” John explains.

“I love them,” Sherlock answers firmly. “They are … uncomplicated.”

“Hmm,” John makes with toast in his mouth and raises an eyebrow. When he takes a look at his watch, he gasps.
“I have to go. God, these therapy sessions are annoying,” John says and puts his plate away. He didn’t finish his toast.

“She will probably sleep until I’m back,” he explains while he’s putting on his jacket. “Just message me, if everything’s wrong!”

And then, he’s gone.
It’s very silent suddenly.
Sherlock sighs. He puts off his coat and then and slowly walks up the stairs, to Rosie’s room. 

The baby is peacefully sleeping.
Mabye, because she didn’t sleep in the night.

Sherlock observes her relaxed face. Suddenly, he has to smile.

He really loves Rosie.
He loves her little giggles and her bright eyes. He loves when she touches his nose and when she laughs about his grimaces.
He also loves her clean smell. And her warmth.

He could observe her sleeping forever, Sherlock decides. And then, suddenly, he has tears in his eyes.
He couldn’t really say, why.

But deep inside, he knows that he’s sad. Sad, because he doesn’t want to be a person, which comes from time to time to watch Rosie while her father is away.
No. Deep inside, he wants John and Rosie to come back to Baker Street.
Baker Street, where they would drink tea together, while Rosie sits between them on the couch, playing with her plush mouse.
Baker Street, where there never was a half empty bottle of scotch. Or burned toast. Or …
Sherlock shakes his head. He wipes off a tear from his face, swallows the others down and continues to observe Rosie.

He will make this right.

Maybe, when he takes good care of Rosie, John will consider to move back in.
Maybe.
It’s a possibility, right?

Secret Love Song - Harry Styles Mini Series (Part 13)

Originally posted by stylesinthewild

Part 12


When Harry came back from washing up, you noticed he seemed a little bit off. You were going to ask him if everything was okay, but he just sat down and started eating the food in front of him. Harry tried to pretend that something wasn’t bothering him as he enjoyed lunch with you. He wanted to wait and see if you were going to bring up the reason why there was an opened pregnancy test in your bathroom.

There were so many thoughts going through his head. Of course, Harry wanted kids, but not now, he was still young and had so much to do before he was really ready to settle down and start having a family. Plus, the two of you had only been together for a few months and while he loved you and saw this relationship going for the long term, he was afraid that bringing a baby into this too soon could cause it fail and he didn’t want to have a split up family like that.

“Hey, you okay?” You asked putting your hand over his.

“Uh, yeah, just a bit tired ‘s all,” he said.

“Oh, well after this we could take a bath to relax before catching an afternoon nap,” you smiled.

“Maybe just a nap,” he said. “I’d be afraid of falling asleep in the tub. Actually, I’m not all that hungry right now, so I think I’m going to go lay down right now if you don’t mind.”

“Oh, not at all,” you said. “I’ll be in there in a bit.”

He nodded and got up from his chair and went over to kiss your forehead before heading into your bedroom. Now, you were really feeling like something was up with Harry.

Did you do something? Was he upset with you? You kept replaying the past few hours over in your head, but Harry was gone for the entire morning. He seemed fine when he arrived, so what happened that caused him to change. Maybe he got a text or phone call that upset him. If he was still acting weird after the nap, you were definitely going to approach him about what’s wrong.

Once you finished eating, you put Harry’s leftovers in the fridge and threw your trash away before cleaning up a bit and going into the bedroom. Harry’s boots and jacket were thrown on the floor and over on the chair. You raised up one side of the blanket and joined him in the bed. You wrapped your arms around him and cuddled up to him before falling asleep yourself.

**

When you woke up over an hour later, Harry was no longer in the bed. You sighed getting up and walking out into your living room, where you saw Harry standing out on the balcony. You walked out there and wrapped your arms around his waist and kissed his shoulder through his shirt. 

“Sleep well?” You asked. 

“Yeah,” he said sort of shrugging you off a bit. 

You sighed removing your arms and walking over to stand beside him against the railing. 

“Something’s wrong with you,” you said. “You can say that you’re tired, but I know it’s more than that” 

“I’m fine, really,” he lied. He wasn’t going to confront you about the test, but he really was hoping you’d tell him sooner rather than later. 

“No, you’re not,” you sighed. “Now, if you’re upset with me or I did something to make you upset, just tell me. Everything was fine this morning and now, you won’t even look at me.” 

“It’s not you,” he said. “I just have a lot of shit going on.” 

“And I get that, but does that mean I have to take the fall for it?” You asked. 

“I’m sorry, I’m just stressed, okay,” he said running his hands hair. 

“Well, I can help with that,” you said moving closer to him. 

“I’m not… I’m in the mood for that,” he said. “Maybe it’s just best if I stay at my place tonight.” 

“O-oh,” you said backing away. 

“I’m sorry,” he said looking over at you knowing that you were hurt. 

“Don’t,” you said holding your hand up. “Just don’t. If you don’t want to be around me tonight, then just go. You can see yourself out.” 

You walked back into your bedroom and slammed the door shut. You knew that this was more than Harry just being stressed. He was getting tired of you, that was something that always seemed to happen. The guy you were dating would start acting weird and pulling away from you. 

As soon as you heard the front door shut behind Harry, you broke down in tears realizing that your relationship with him was on its way to being over. 

**

When Harry got back to his place, he felt horrible. He felt bad about leaving you like he did, plus he hated being away from you. But he just couldn’t be stand to be there when he knew that you were keeping something from him. He was getting upset, thinking about how you kept trying to figure out what was wrong with him, when you were the one omitting something really major. 

Even if you took the test and it came back negative, he would have wanted to know that you two were experiencing a scare. But then he wondered if the scare would have been from him or not. 

He’s heard of women being pregnant for a while and not knowing about it and you two have only been together for a few months, but surely if you were pregnant by someone else since before you two met, then either one of you would have noticed. 

And there’s the fact that you told him you hadn’t slept with anyone since your ex and now Harry. God, why was he just sitting there on his couch making up all these scenarios in his mind, when he should have just asked you. 

He thought about it, he did, but he didn’t want to be that boyfriend. The one who was “snoopying” and had to know right then and there about it, but he was being a bit of dick right now with the way he was acting. 

“Damnit,” he groaned throwing a pillow across the room. 

**

After you calmed down a bit, you phoned Jess. 

“Babe, what’s wrong?” Jess asked quickly. 

“I’m sorry, I know you’re going through a lot today, but I think Harry’s going to break up with me,” you sniffled. 

“WHAT? Why?” She demanded. 

“I don’t know,” you sighed. “Everything was fine, perfect this morning when he left for work, and when he came back, again everything seemed okay, but then he started acting funny and when I asked him about it, he said it was tired, so we took a nap and I’d thought that would help, but it didn't” 

“When you say nap, do you mean an actual nap?” she asked. 

“Yes, we slept for like over an hour and then I went out to talk to him, but he was still acting weird. I asked him about it again and he said it was stressed, so I offered to you know sex him up, but he declined and said he wasn’t in the mood. Then he said it would just be best for him to stay at his house tonight and he left,” you cried. 

“Oh, honey,” she sighed. “I’m so sorry. Maybe he just really is stressed or something. This movie is a huge deal.” 

“I know, but I didn’t think he’d not want to be around me,” you whispered. 

“But what I don’t get is you said he was fine up until when?” She asked. 

“Just a few minutes after he got back to my place this afternoon,” you said. 

“Weird,” she said. “Did you say something that might have made him act weird?“ 

“No, not that I know of,” you said. “He came back with lunch for us and then he went into the bathroom to wash up a bit and he came back acting different.” 

“Wait, he went into the bathroom,” she said. 

“Uh, yeah,” you said. 

“And that’s when he started acting differently?” She asked. 

“Yeah, I think so. As soon as he came back to join me for lunch, he just seemed off,” you said. 

“Damnit!” She groaned. “Y/N, did you take out the garbage after I left?” 

“No,” you said. 

“Go into the bathroom and look in your bin,” she said. “I only grabbed the test, not the box.”

You quickly went into your bathroom and there it was on the counter, the opened box of a pregnancy test. 

“Fucking, it’s here on the counter,” you groaned. 

“Shit, I’m sorry, Y/N,” she said. “He must have seen it and thought it was yours. He’s probably thinking you’re pregnant or something.” 

“Oh my god,” you sighed. “Why didn’t I put this together before? God, I need to talk to him now.” 

“Yes, you do, and I’m sorry that I caused this,” she sighed. 

“Hey, you didn’t,” you said. “Shit happens.” 

“Tell me about it,” she mumbled. 

“How are you holding up with everything?” You asked. 

“Not well, but I’ll be okay, eventually,” she said. “But don’t worry about me, worry about talking to your man before he worries himself out of his mind!” 

“Will do,” you said before hanging up. 

You quickly started dialing Harry’s number, hoping he would pick up, however, it went straight to voicemail. Wow, he must really be upset with you. You took a deep breath, wondering if you should even bother going over to his house, but the possibility of your relationship with him depended on it, so you didn’t even bothering getting properly dressed before you went out to your car and drove straight over to his place. 

ice thick tension, paper thin promises

pairing: jeon jeongguk | park jimin

genre: fluffy angst??? ft. sexual tension

word count: 2,239

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It was true that Jeon Jeongguk was the poster child for the cause of playboys around the nation.

He wouldn’t deny it, truth be told he would probably fist bump the closest person near him at the statement.

His social media screamed of horny desperation, but somehow everyone found it endearing and attractive. After all, theirs almost matched the enchanting layout through and through.

Everyone except a certain pink haired boy that worked at the cupcake shop.

There were only a few bulletpoints and pointers that Jeongguk would react to in pure spite. Some of them being when Seokjin would tell him to wash the dishes, people never buying free beer that actually has flavor at parties, or when his marathon of his favorite anime is interrupted by commercials. But there was one written in bold letter in king size sharipe: he hated not getting what he wanted.

It wasn’t exactly a secret either, Jeongguk knew how to strut his stuff around every single person, whether it would be pulling back or overcompensating by miles to win over his catch of the week. And every time he had the same outline to follow to win them over.

‘Always act like you’re interested’

That wasn’t exactly hard to fake for the boy, he was interested, just not in the way some people would think. Jeongguk was ties free, no strings attatched, you would get two or three nights at best before he deletes your number from his contacts and forgets your name. He was more intterested in the physical aspect rather than the emotional front he had to carefully stitch together to win them over.

‘Ask them on a date, but always ask what they want to do’

Sure Jeongguk was heartless, but he knew when and where manners came into play and if he had to use them to get what he needed, so be it. He would talk to them a couple times, message back and forth to gather what the certain person of interest was like and what they were into before he would even ask about the date.

Sure he could get what he wanted without it, but the planned event was just for more brownie points a good measure to make sure everything go to as planned.

‘Bat your eyes, lick your lips, and smile when needed’

Flirting came naturally, but there were some things he just had to force out of himself to get where he needed to be.

Smiling. That was difficult for Mr.Sex on Wheels. Smirking, no problem, he quickly became a professional of the smug expressions and eyebrow lifts. Genuinely smiling, that was something he struggled with. There are only two people in the world that can bring that smile out of him and see him as a genuine kid. But he can still pass by with the pearly whites where it qualifies.

And after the date we all know what happens next.

‘Make them want to stay’

They always do.

He doesn’t even have to try.

They all know what he is like but each one has a certain hope that this time he will be different with them, that he finally changed. And he hates to let them down (he actually couldn’t care less) but he has to let them go at some point. Some last longer than others, but all have the same fretful outcome.

‘Pick the next candidate’

And luckily, Jeongguk has recently been scouting around since lunch.

Like most people at the campus, Jeongguk would walk in the closest restaurant they could get to without a full house. And when Jeongguk stumbles into the cupcake shop and spotted the backside of the boy with the pink mop of hair, he knew it couldn’t be a coicidence. There was no such thing as coincidences in his book, just fate. Fate of his physical desire and want.

He quickly strutted into the line and waited patiently for his time to shine.
That smile. Pink mop had a good smile he came to realize. He would hand each and every cupcake over the counter sporting a huge grin, waving the customers goodbye. And it didn’t disappear when their back turned around and walked out the door, he would continue to hum happily to himself as he waited for the next person to be ready and order. Jeongguk would feel bad if he had the physical capability to do so, a few of his wires were crossed and cut in the emotions department. He seemed like a sweet boy, Jeongguk knew how to scurry around those, fuel their hopes for true love and someone to go with on picnics at midnight and rose petals leading to the bedroom on Valentine’s day. He has done it all, nothing is hard to accomplish if you have done it five times over.

This boy would be no different, he could see it in the way he carried himself. His shoulders were stocked high, but shaking with force to keep them up and not let them shrink into the rest of his body. His chin, held up with his fist on breaks where he wanted to let his forhead fall against the chilly marble. He could see it in the way he bit his lip, a soft crease barely forming between his eyebrows when he messed up the icing on the way from the shelf to the plate or accidentally returning the wrong amount of change.

He would be exceptionally easy.

“May I take your order?” Jeongguk snapped out of his train of thought and noticed the two people in front of him was now a empty space far too away from that boy behind the counter.

“Uh, yes actually, I would like that cupcake right there,” He pointed at the chocolate cupcake covered in red sprinkles through the glass as the pink haired boy put on a new pair of gloves. Jeongguk ran his fingers through his raven hair, smirking slightly.

“Sure thing, will that be all?” He slid open the glass and placed the cupcake on a small plastic plate with a purple napkin folded neatly in his hand to place under the plate.

“No, actually, I thought the name of the cute boy that is giving me my cupcake would complete my order.”

Jimin looked up, smiling faltering slightly as he raised his brows, tapping a circle pinned onto his sweater. “It’s right there, in fancy lettering and all.” He chuckled, hiding the small film of awkwardness in the air. Jeongguk noticed as he switched his balance over to his right foot, scratching the back of his head.

Jimin wasn’t used to getting compliments from random boys walking into his shop, no one usually spared him a glance. Counting himself lucky if he would get one smile in return at the end of his shift.

Park Jimin’ The name suited him nicely enough. “What a nice name,” Realization suddenly sparked in his irises, he brought his hands to his sides and clutched to the fabric of his the apron tied around his waist.

There it was.

His smile was wavering, trying to stay on his face even though it hasn’t wanted to be there since he saw Jeon Jeongguk’s face.

“Yeah, thanks, so if that is all your total will be—" This would be fun, Jeongguk barely ever got these types of toys anymore. The ones who wanted to fall head over heels, but know they could never with anything attatched to the name Jeon Jeongguk.

“You think you could write your number on that napkin?” That’s it, the smile was gone.

“Actually, I don’t think that is a good idea, so if you want your cupcake, that will be all thank you. Please, enjoy the rest of your day.”

Guarded and hard to get, Jeongguk couldn’t help but be grateful for the fact he walked through the glass doors today of all days. He was in need of something different from time to time, he wasn’t the only one wasting their time with a relationship either. While the others were busy falling in love, he was forcing himself to act like he was, and that could get tiring on a grumpy day. He cleared his throat, barely letting his tongue touch the the edge of his lips as he ran it across them, “Are you sure, Jimin? I would love to talk to you sometime.”

“Listen, that is nice of you to say, I am flattered really, but could you please pay and leave, there are other people behind you waiting.”

There wasn’t, Jimin just wanted him gone and Taehyung was around back, far away from saving his ass. Today was Wednesday which meant he was sorting supplies and when he has his headphones in to pass the time, he makes sure he can’t hear anything to distract him. It wasn’t his falt he got distracted by the birds chirping last time, they shouldn’t use their sign as a perch anyway.

Park Jimin was screwed. Majorly, royally screwed. How was he supposed to get rid of someone like that?

He wasn’t going to lie, Jeon Jeongguk was attractive, anyone would say that. But Jimin has come to the fact that someone that attractive isn’t exactly relationship material and he wasn’t setting himself up for a disaster that would crash and burn a week later.
Jeongguk looked over his shouder huffing lightly, “I don’t see anyone, babe.”
His cheeks flushed, tinting to a dusty pink from rose petals, ears slowly following in their footsteps.

“Don’t call me that, just take the cupcake and leave, you don’t even have to pay, just please leave.”

He really wanted the bastard to pay for the damn cupcake but he was becoming desparate. He didn’t know what to do anymore and he was quickly running out of options before he ran in the bathrooms and his from the boy.

“Who are you calling babe? The only person I see here beside you and me is Jimin. And Jimin only allows me to call him cute shit like that. So that brings me to my next question I am dying to have you answer for me, who are you?”

Bless everything holy in the name of Kim Taehyung. Jimin sighed, leting his shoulders fall from their programmed position, blowing a strand of hair away from his line of vision.

“Excuse me?“

Taehyung knew he was, everyone did. He wasn’t oblivious to campus gossip or the frat parties that clogged study schedules, he just wanted Jimin to stay safe from that boy’s radar.

"Jimin, you don’t know who I am?”

Of course he did, Jimin crossed paths with him a few times in the dance studio practicing for upcoming competitions or when he needed a stress releaser.

Taehyung had blowjobs.

Jimin had dance.

“I’m sorry, should I know you?”

He hated it, hated the saliva pooling in his mouth, wanting to swallow the feeling of guilt off his taste buds. He wanted to look anywhere but into the set of sparkling eyes, hell, he wanted to crawl under the counter and have Taehyung get rid of the dashing boy. And he was all for it, he was ready to get on his hands and knees and call it a day but there was one nagging voice in the back of his mind. The nagging voice is currently three feet in front of him babbling and had really good hair, but it is in the back of his mind nonetheless.

“So, what about it, Jimin?”

“No, no fucking way, Jeon. Jimin, I swear to god—”

Apparently the nagging wasn’t so important to actually listen to…

“I knew that you knew me, Taehyung. Yoongi says hello by the way.” Jeongguk winks as the Almighty Taehyung’s shoulder suddenly buckle into his chest.

“I change my mind, do it, Chim.”

He looked back and forth at his best friend and the current pain (though attractive) in the ass he is currently having to deal with until his lunch shift is over. He glanced at the clock above Jeongguk’s head to see if he could run back to classes, but once again, the world hated his existence and he had fifteen minutes left.

“What am I doing exactly?”

Jeongguk chuckled as he placed his hand on Jimin’s arm. “You really don’t like listening to me, do you?” Jimin shrugged off the firm grip on his shoulder, furrowing his brow.

“No, not really, but I would at least like to do what I am getting myself into with you.”

“Oh, you’re getting into everything, good luck, babe. I got to get going, your friend over there can explain it to you. Have a nice day, Park Jimin. I can’t wait to see you again.”

And with that, those broad shoulder quickly turned around in his Timberlands and walked out the same door he waltzed into earlier. Jimin was completely sure he was on a mission to ruin his life.

And Jimin was correct.

Jeon Jeongguk was going to get Park Jimin on his leash no matter if he went down kicking and screaming. And as soon as he started running,he was going to let go of it and wait for him to crash and burn.

“Would you mind telling me what just happened and who the fuck is Yoongi?”

“What’s happening is your going to break that dicktwitch’s heart to pieces.”

Stress and Massages // A Phan One-Shot

Genre: fluff, a bit of angst

Words: 2.8k

Relationship status: together

Warnings: swearing, body hatred, anxiety (not really a full attack, but close)

Summary: “I’m…I’m stressing out over nothing.” / “What’s ‘nothing’?” / “Shit I shouldn’t be worried about,” Dan responds. He sighs for the umpteenth time. “Fans, videos, YouTube in general…” He runs a hand through his hair, pushing it into a quiff. “Everything just…seems to be falling apart at the seams, and I don’t know how to fix it.”

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[M] (Un)safe Girl [Part 1] // BTS’ Suga

One night (?) stand smut.
Word Count: 4.2k.

Part 1 //



You were the kind of girl who played life by its rules.


You were the kind of girl who waited for the signal to turn green before crossing the street.

You were the kind of girl who checked library due dates and returned books well before their deadlines.

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Ineffable II

Originally posted by amsimaria

Pairing : Jimin x Reader (feat Yoongi)
Genre : Fluff, slight angst, Coffee Shop AU
Word count : 1931 K

Summary : Jimin is that cute barista for who you have several stolen looks and desires when you go to your local coffee. Under the gentleness of his warm eyes, you want him to finally notice you and go beyond simple formalities. He also has that mysterious side of him that suits him much but that you absolutely want to discover.

PART ONE


“Okay. Lemme guess…”

You frowned for a moment as Yoongi’s condescending stare slowly wandered across your face, almost mockingly. Behind the counter, he looked like the king or the patron of this place while it was actually not the case. Just a simple antipathic and mean employee he was. His eyes shone with a cunning gleam beneath his fringe of jet black hair. Yoongi nodded to himself as if despising you in silence. You absolutely hated him after all your attempts to be nice to him. Also, you needed a lot to hate someone.

“Caramel frappuccino. Yeah, it’s not even an enigma anymore…”

Sarcastic little shit.

As a customer, you could have been surprised by the dry and mocking tone he had used but with you coming here often, you were more or less accustomed to see him and having to bear with him. To confront his moods and his antipathetic personality were required whenever he took your orders. However, you were not alone in this. The regulars had to be used to the great and antipathetic King Yoongi as well.

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Dear Evan Hansen: Rocks in a Hard Place

sentence starters

Based off of this prompt
I don’t really see DEH with reader inserts working at all, so I just made it a normal Evan/Connor :) Mentions of wanting to commit suicide, hurt/comfort, and it ultimately ends fluffy. I’m very sorry if this angers anyone with an actual mental illness since I do not know how to handle them, so my writing may be inaccurate. I just hope it isn’t insensitive. If it is, I won’t try to tackle these issues in the future.

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“Is something wrong?”

“No, Evan, everything’s peachy fucking keen.”

Evan frowned, holding his arm nervously. He came over to visit Connor after he felt something was off with his friend during school that day. He wouldn’t speak to him or even look at him whenever Evan tried to make contact.

Connor smelled like weed. Heavily like weed. Usually, that drug wasn’t the problem for Connor. But Evan could tell he was under the influence of other stuff at the moment, as well.

“I-If something is wrong, you can talk to me,” Evan said firmly, knowing him being strong is what Connor needed.

Connor huffed and he chuckled derisively, “Everything’s wrong. When is anything right?”

Evan frowned and he went towards Connor sitting at his desk and wrenched him to his feet, “Don’t fight it.”

Connor growled when Evan first lifted him, but he didn’t protest when he felt the support Evan gave him. Evan brought Connor to the bed and let him lay in it. Then Evan sat protectively beside Connor.

The long haired teen looked up at Evan through hazy, red, watery blue eyes. A choked sob made its way out of his mouth and he hung his head, unashamedly clinging onto Evan.

Evan sighed, knowing exactly where Connor could be coming from sometimes. It was obviously a bad day, and something had triggered it. He didn’t know what and frankly, he didn’t care what did it. All that mattered was taking care of Connor.

“Wh-Why do I have to be like this?” Connor sniffled through tears.

“Be like what? It isn’t your fault, Connor,” Evan tried to distance Connor from blaming and hating himself.

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dawnthecreator  asked:

Hello! I was wondering if you could do headcanons where the boys are in shitty relationships with someone before Candy arrived at school, and when she gets there, the boys find themselves to be very attracted to her. She tries to help them with their shitty relationship, but it doesn't go right, and the boys end up cheating on their S/O with Candy.

wondER no longeR

Even though I forgot 99% of my previous ideas and i’m beyond annoyed - i’ll see what I can make out of this. I’m writing some more headcanons (both requests and things I think of). Anyways, enjoy.

Nathaniel

Before cheating:

  • Honestly didn’t think he’d fall in love with Candy like ?? hello he’s in a relationship. 
  • Even though he’s in a shitty relationship, still is committed to it.
  • Pretty open to talking about his s/o, it’s not new.
  • Trusts Candy pretty easily in his conversations.
  • Doesn’t console in anyone else but Candy - doesn’t feel the need to.
  • Thinks he’s the issue in the relationship although that’s probably not true.
  • Doesn’t talk about how he feels, doesn’t think it matters.
  • So hesitant when Candy touches him, feels awkward about it.
  • Not ashamed to discuss the fights, arguments, or bad things he’s done with his s/o.
  • Never talks about how they met, doesn’t want to think about that.
  • After a few meetings, around seven or eleven, he realizes he likes Candy. A lot more than he already should.

After cheating:

  • Damn Nathaniel
  • “…Goodness. Sigh…what did I do.” Already knows what’s coming.
  • Not that it matters, but he was the dominant one during the event.
  • Couldn’t believe he actually just did that.
  • Distances himself from Candy for a while, maybe a few days. 
  • Overthinks about what he and Candy did, a lot.
  • Keeps trying to tell himself that it was bound to happen.
  • After a lot of overthinking, doesn’t feel bad about it.
  • Accepts the fact (a lot later on, maybe weeks) that he was going to leave his s/o anyways.
  • Tells his s/o everything. What’s the use of lying beyond that point. 
  • Already planned on breaking up with his s/o first. 
  • Talks with his s/o one more time, he makes the break-up official. 
  • Apologies to Candy for doing that while in a relationship…feels like an idiot.

Castiel

Before cheating:

  • Very open about his relationship and how bad it is.
  • Not ashamed to speak about the crap he did. 
  • Never talks about how he feels towards his s/o, doesn’t think it matters.
  • Knows there’s no way in hell he thinks he’s the issue in the relationship. lmao he’s the one trying to FIX it
  • Likes to tease Candy if she has a crush, just small teases here and there…even if he’s the one with a crush on her.
  • Gets a little stiff when Candy touches him, especially when he has a crush.
  • Pretty much a shoulder pat or a side hug is how far he goes with Candy.
  • Lets his guard down talking about the good times in the relationship and just goes like “then it all went to hell” on the shitty parts. 
  • Had a feeling that something bad was going to happen.
  • After a lot of their meetings, possibly around ten or eleven, he finally realized that he really likes Candy.

After cheating:

  • Hadn’t thought twice before doing that with Candy. 
  • “Shit…I screwed up big time.” Not ready for the drama.
  • Starts thinking about how much he screwed up, at first.
  • Doesn’t avoid Candy actually, he’s still chill around her.
  • Pretty damn embarrassed he just did that with her - so quick.
  • Calms down later after he cheated like ?? Felt like it was going to happen.
  • Tells his s/o the same day since he isn’t waiting on anyone. 
  • The relationship (obviously,,) ends sour, again, like he expected. 
  • He and his ’s/o’ don’t have a deep conversation, just an argument. A big one.
  • Didn’t give a crap who ended the relationship - as long as it ended.
  • When his past relationship is ended, he’d ask weeks later (maybe a month, depending) if Candy would want to be in one.

Lysander

Before cheating:

  • ‘Cheat’ is not a word that comes across his mind in his relationship…as shitty as it is.
  • Not very open about every single thing, just small details of events and what not.
  • Very awkward talking about his emotions, he doesn’t vent often. 
  • Felt like Candy was better to consult in, being a girl and all.
  • Not affected if Candy touches him but he barely does.  respeCTing her spACE.
  • Doesn’t talk shit about his s/o, he’s not a backbiter.
  • Thinks it’s his fault, not really sure how though (if it is).
  • Wants to fix everything and make it better like before. 
  • Doesn’t take that many meetings for him to fall for Candy, around seven or nine is suitable.
  • Worries about cheating on his s/o with Candy like ?? it NEVER crossed his mind?? 
  • Knows he’s screwed now that he likes her.

After cheating:

  • Feels very lost in his emotions, unsure how to feel about it beyond that point.
  • “Sigh…oh no.” in a pretty big daze about the recent events.
  • Shaken up a tad because he actually did that ?? never felt like he could
  • Tries to rationalize telling his s/o about it without full on blowing up. 
  • Feels really, really bad after the ordeal - not right after, it all builds up.
  • Tells his s/o about less than a week for sure. Doesn’t do anything with her until then. 
  • Gives a brief, but deep, apology to his s/o before leaving them. 
  • Feels really awkward being around Candy (now).
  • Actually contemplated about being in a relationship with Candy.
  • Would rather take it slow if he and Candy got together. Even after the bs they pulled
  • Forgives himself weeks after everything happened.

Armin

Before cheating:

  • Wouldn’t even stay in that toxic relationship anyways, let’s be real.
  • Actually likes a lot of questions, gives him more time to talk about it. 
  • Doesn’t care for the roles of who breaks up - he wants it to end.
  • Be prepared to hear a lot of complaining, he has stuff to say.
  • Honestly, he can give a ‘101 reasons’ he should break-up with his s/o with or without Candy.
  • Alright with patting her or touching her, not very hesitant about it.
  • Very open about talking (or just complaining) about the relationship.
  • Finding himself attracted to her, he starts to complains less (and less). 
  • Super hesitant about being touched when he notices he has a crush. 
  • Knows he’s gonna screw up (and around) but doesn’t know how.

After cheating:

  • You dun messed up A-aron. 
  • At first, he doesn’t give a care for what he had done.
  • “I…did I really just do that?” Second takes on what he did. 
  • Swears a lot to himself about how he really screwed up.
  • Probably starts to care after reality hits him in the face. 
  • Doesn’t avoid Candy, just talks less to her while in that relationship.
  • Wants to break up first before he starts seeing Candy.
  • Was lectured by Alexy for not telling him about the relationship. 
  • Ends the relationship in less than a half hour, that’s as quick as it gets.
  • Isn’t a good liar so he doesn’t lie about anything. 
  • Doesn’t immediately jump into a relationship ?? just put off about how quick it happened
  • Considering wanting to be single for a long while.
  • Just wants to relax while he’s single.

Kentin

Before cheating:

  • Can remember every single event that’s happened with he and his s/o.
  • Tries not to rant while talking about her,, but eventually he does.
  • Doesn’t think he’s the issue in the relationship. Like Castiel, he’s trying to fix it.
  • Gets irritated being asked too many questions of what his s/o does, it’s annoying to talk about often.
  • Open to talking about how he feels towards the relationship.
  • Has some theories of why it’s so bad. He actually THOUGHT about them.
  • Isn’t very optimistic about the relationship being fixed…
  • Has a blueprint of how the relationship went wrong like - very prepared on it all.
  • Wants to be the one to make the break up official.
  • Starts to become soft when he develops a crush on Candy.
  • Blushes easily (obviously) around Candy when he realized he has a crush.
  • Tells himself not to do anything stupid.

After cheating:

  • Kentin with the drama, Kenout with the truth.
  • Very shook after he cheated - especially if Candy JUST became his s/o while he still has one,, 
  • “…I knew it, I knew this type of mess would happen.” He just knew it.
  • Overthinks about how to tell his s/o, even if she doesn’t give a shit.
  • It takes a while for him to forgive himself, even if his ’s/o’ wasn’t a good person.
  • Has a heated argument over the phone since there’s no way he’s talking face to face.
  • Has some shallow conversations after the break-up, still pretty shook by it.
  • Is pretty quiet after breaking up..a part of him is relieved but another part is upset he couldn’t fix it. 
  • Starts second guessing about Candy and he being in a relationship?
  • Is open to being in one, after a few dates or so.
  • Hopes for the best in their (possible) new relationship…after being single for a while more.
  • <p> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b>Crew:</b> okay Shepard, you've gotta tell us, what's your first name?<p/><b>Shepard:</b> my first name? I'm surprised you haven't asked before, it's--<p/><b>Grunt:</b> *charges past leading a horde of krogan in a conga line for the noodle stand*<p/><b>Shepard:</b> --but everyone just calls me Shepard!<p/></p><p/></p><p/></p>
Brother’s Best Friend (Part 11) - A.I.

So I’m sorry it’s been like six months since I’ve updated this (not literally but it feels like it), but here it is. It kinda sucks, and it jumps around, and it’s rushed, but here it is….four more parts


“Ashton, you need to calm down,” Britt said handing him a glass of water as he sat on the couch downstairs. He had yet to go back up to check on y/n, the thought of her being abused made him sick and as bad as he wanted to go up, he  just couldn’t bring himself to do it. “You stopped him before he went too far…this could’ve been so much worse. You should be proud of yourself.”

“I couldn’t protect her, Britt,” he muttered chugging the water quickly wanting nothing more than to sober up so he could feel less shitty than he already did. “If I hadn’t cut her out completely and just fucking tutored her and not pushed her towards Joey, it wouldn’t have gotten to this point.”

“You don’t know that, Ash. He could’ve tried anyways…but what you need to do now is be there for her when she wakes up, and you can’t do that beating yourself up.” Ash nodded at her words picking his head up looking over her face carefully. “What’s wrong?”

“What? Nothing,” she said quickly, her face heating up slightly confirming Ash’s suspicions.

“You’re lying to me.” She sighed heavily looking away from him shaking her head. “Talk to me babe.”

“This isn’t the time for it, Ashton,” she said looking back to him.

“No, this is the time because you’re just going to keep putting it off. So, tell me what’s going on.” He grabbed her hands kissing her knuckles one by one, Britt watching him as her heart melted completely. She took a deep breath trying to wipe out all her nerves.

“I know you love her Ash…more than you’ve ever loved me. And I know she loves you too, so stop pretending we should still be together. I lost you months ago and I was selfish to think I could have you back, especially when there’s a brilliant girl upstairs that would probably take a bullet for you without hesitation…you need to go upstairs and be with her.” She pressed a kiss to his forehead as he watched shocked and confused. “I’m making this decision for the both of us.”

“So I’m just not going to have a say?” he questioned as she shook her head.

“You’ll make the safe choice…just like you did a month ago when we got back together. Live a little, Ash…I know I hurt you, but don’t let my poor decision dictate your life.” She stepped back from him waiting for him to stand so they could head up the stairs together, Ashton two steps ahead of her as they made it to Calum’s bedroom, everyone surrounding the outside while Michael sat next to the bed waiting for her to wake up, a fresh bruise marking her jaw from where he hit her, but aside from that, no other marks had been made.

“How is she?” Ash asked to no one in particular

“Hasn’t woken up yet, but she keeps mentioning you in her sleep…you should go in there,” Luke said not really sure if he should mention it with Britt around until she practically pushed the boy into the room. “You’re okay with that?”

“I’m not an idiot. I know he loves her. He doesn’t,” she said back simply shrugging. Ash walked in sheepishly, Michael looking at him only for a moment before looking back to his sister wanting nothing more than to just hold her tightly.

It was crazy how far their relationship had come in only three months, considering the first month of her moving in was him making her cry constantly, but she had done so much for him. He had gotten the girl he’d been crushing on for the past year to not just talk to him, but date him. The countless nights the two spent up talking and giggling, playing Final Fantasy and getting drunk…she was his best friend, and he was glad she came into his life. It gave him a new purpose.

“I want to hurt him,” Michael muttered, eyes scanning over the fresh bruise as Ash nodded his head in response. “What happened?”

“Lily came over asking me to help find her, so Britt and I came upstairs and heard voices from in here, and one was definitely Joey. The only reason I opened the door was because I heard her say no…if I was thirty seconds later, he could’ve really hurt her,” Ash responded sitting on the opposite side of the bed. Just as he sat down, she opened her eyes looking at the two of them confused.

“What is going on…why does my body hurt,” she moaned out sitting up before quickly realizing she didn’t have any clothes on. “What the fuck is going on?”

“Cal, can you close the door?” Michael asked turning to his best friend, Cal nodding his head before closing the door quickly leaving the three alone in his room. “Do you remember anything?”

“No…the last I remember is getting ready for the party and texting Lily…how drunk was I?” she questioned stunned she wasn’t hungover since she couldn’t remember anything.

“You weren’t,” Ash muttered, eyes down on his lap as he waited for Michael to elaborate, but it never came. He looked up to see Michael open and close his mouth at least ten times in the span of a minute, y/n looking at him as if he was crazy.

“What’s going on?” Michael’s mouth closed for good, eyes landing on his lap as his body started to shake, tears threatening to fall from his eyes. “Ash…what happened?” He could feel his throat tighten not really sure where to begin…it wasn’t his story to tell, but clearly Michael wasn’t going to be able to do it anytime soon.

“Joey…he uh…before you had shown up, he had drugged your drink and…raped you,” he barely let out not wanting to make eye contact with her, but he couldn’t just leave her like that, his eyes flicking up to see her face expressionless as if she had gone numb, which she probably had. It’s a lot to take in at one moment he stood up slowly from his chair climbing next to her wrapping her in his arms as she broke down. “Sh…it’s gonna be okay princess…I promise it’s gonna be okay.” He went to pull his shirt off, slipping it over her body so she wasn’t completely naked before laying down with her. “I’m gonna make this better, okay?”

She nodded slowly with her face buried in his chest. Ashton watched Michael stand up and leave the room knowing he couldn’t do anything to help his sister at this point, letting Ashton take over knowing she’d feel safer with him. “What can I do for you?”

“Holding me’s fine,” she whispered feeling him kiss the top of her head as she held on tighter for more reasons than one. She was scared: scared of what had happened with Joey, scared of being alone, and most definitely scared Ashton would leave her again, even if it wasn’t in the same romantic way as before.

Michael sighed shutting the door behind them looking around at the vacant stares of his friends. “Ashton’s taking care of her,” he sighed before looking over to Britt not sure of how she was going to react.

“Good…good,” she said running a hand through her hair letting out a breath she didn’t know she was holding in. “And that’s my queue to leave.”

“Wait, what?” Michael asked confused.

“She needs him more than I do. Now it’s all a matter of if she’ll take him back…” Britt said smiling softly at them all. “I uh…I’m sorry for forcing my way back into your lives..and if you don’t mind, I’d like to know what happens with the whole rape thing, if she presses charges.”

“Sure,” Michael said nodding still confused as they watched Britt leave the house. “Well that was odd…”

“Do you know what’s odd? You letting Ashton alone with y/n. That’s odd,” Calum said trying to lighten the mood a bit and tease him while Michael rolled his eyes.

“I’ll beat the shit out of him later…I need to go call my mom,” he sighed walking back downstairs with Crystal tailing him closely.

The month after had passed by slowly, y/n and Michael missing almost the entire month due to being in court while everyone else missed a few days here and there to testify against Joey who, ultimately, ended up pleading guilty to the charges.

“Finally all over,” y/n groaned falling onto Michael’s bed as he rolled his eyes smiling at her. “That was so exhausting.”

“It was, but everything that needed to of happened, happened…so now that that’s over, I have some news for you,” Michael said holding a letter in his hands grinning wide. She looked at him confused, reaching out to take the envelope from him, opening the already broken seal sliding the letter out, eyes skimming over it as a smile rose to her face.

“Shut up…Mikey…” she trailed off not exactly sure what to say.

“All the hard work’s paid off…we’re getting signed!”

Papa McCree/Pre children.

McCree x Fem Reader/Morrison’s little sister

There where so many flames. The rubble was everywhere. “Why…why did this have to happen” where the only words buzzing in your brain currently


You lost everything in one big accident. Well accident was a bad way to put it. But you didn’t care why it started. Or even who started it. You had lost everything. Your older brother Jack. The man that had been there your entire life. And Gabe. Your boss. The man that had your back 100% of the time. And the agency you worked so hard to get into and loved being a part of


“Y/N! Y/N! WHERE ARE YA! God damn it. Please”


You could hear a your boyfriend Jesse looking for you. You let out a relived sigh. Part of you was horrified about the idea of losing him as well


“Shit! There you are!” He said running twords you and wrapping you into a bear hug “Darlin you ain t hurt are ya? Please tell me your not-”


“It’s all gone” you sob. Your tears falling to the ground. As your cowboy lover held you “Everything we all…worked so hard to build…our family. It’s all…gone”


“Sweetheart it’ll be alright we gotta get outta here firs-”


“Jack is dead! Gabriel is dead! Overwatch is dead Jesse!’ You sobbed “I…have norhing….why did it have to end up like this”


“Y/N…look at me” he says holding you closely “I promise you. It’ll be alright. Look jus”


“Jesse think for second! My brother was my only family! Im alone!”


“Y/N marry me!” He said quickly making you gasp


“I’m never gonna replace your brother and Gabe or overwatch. But god damn darlin lemme be your family” he says


He was crying as well now. His tears falling to your sholder as yours did yo his


“Jesse….” You say. Your voice shakey


“I love you Y/N I don’t want ya to be alone. Somebodys gotta admire that beautiful face of yours. A loving lass like you deserves a life of nothing but joy. I can’t promise ill be the best husband. I sure as hell know i ain’t the best boyfriend. But god damn im gonna try and make you happy”


You gripped his shirt tightly. “Yes…yes McCree I’ll be your wife…i love you so much” you weep.


He just holds you close. His hand running along your back. Surrounded by so much destruction and sadness the two of you managed to find your own little world of comfort

His Redhead Girl

Hi Guys! Sorry it has been a long time since I posted. This is something I have been working on based on Alan’s livestream last week where Val said he prefers Redheads. There will defy be a part 2 if you guys enjoy this so let me know! Looking forward to the comments :) Like and Reblog! 


Sharna sat up abruptly pulling the bed sheet with her. He sat up against the headboard and ran his hands through his hair.

She bent down to reach for her bra and put it on, with her back to him. “That shouldn’t have happened.” She spoke quietly. She reached down for her other clothes.

“No, it shouldn’t have.”

They were both quiet, not knowing what to say next. Once she had all her clothes on, she stood up, “I’m just going to go.” She pointed over her shoulder at the door.

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Confessions [a Barry Allen imagine]

Request: Could you Write a Barry imagine where the reader and him are best friends and the reader has been like in love with him forever but he hasn’t ever noticed and then one day when Barry’s on a mission you let it out about your feelings for him to Caitlin but neither of you realize Barry can hear everything through his suit? Thanks beautiful! If u aren’t doing requests anymore just lmk!:)

a/n: barry you lil shit…. 


You sigh when Barry speeds off,  leaving you and Caitlin alone. Since Cisco is in the basement, you decide to take a deep breath. You need to get out your feelings about Barry. Crossing your arms over your gray blouse, you nibble on your lip, waiting for Caitlin to finish.

“And…you’re there, Barry. Good luck.” she speaks into the microphone before standing up straight. Her brownish red hair falls in front of her face when she looks at you. “Okay, spill it. I can tell you’ve got something on your mind….” she whispers, dark bright blue heels clicking on the floor as she walks next to you. Her hands rest on the fabric of her black pencil skirt and she smiles, bumping her shoulder with yours.

Sighing, you glance down at your brown boots, uncrossing one of your arms to pull your at the rips of your jeans. Tilting your head, your grin at her bashfully. “Cait… I kind of… like Barry.” you admit in a hushed voice. Her eyes widen and a small squeal comes past her pink lips. “Well, more than kind of… like… a lot?” you giggle, feeling the biochemist grab your upper arm.

Caitlin smiles brightly, snowflake necklace thumping on her white long sleeve blouse. “Have you told him?! Oh my god, Y/N! This is adorable. I think you need to tell him.” You glare at her in a playful way. “What?” she frowns, cocking her head to the side. “Oh, come on. You guys have been best friends for…for…”

“Almost nine years.” Barry’s giddy voice echoes through the Cortex. Your eyes widen, realizing that he heard your confession; you cover your face. “I… never knew you thought about me like that.” he grins, fingers pressed to his com. “You know-” There’s a slight gasp when he jumps out of the way of the meta. “I’ve always been… had a crush on you.” he laughs awkwardly.  

Your eyes nearly bug out of your head and you lean forward on the desk. “And you never said anything?!” You huff out a sigh, shaking your head. “Jesus, you’re slow.” you pause. “But now that we know…”

Barry laughs, “Jitters. Tomorrow.”