the rest of the time they were just creepy

Yoongi Scenario: Through The Fire.

Request: I want to request one for yoongi where you are his gf and you start living together and news of it goes out to the press so the sasaengs start being crazy and all that and you two keep it together and strong but then there’s a really creepy person/girl who continuously goes there to bother you so you try to ignore it but then one time she gets inside and tries to attack you and yoongi protects you? Sorry if its too much, thank you! You are great writers

Genre: Romance / Drama.


-It’s best if we just stay home for today- Yoongi said as you two checked out how the news developed online.

 You were sitting together on the sofa, with Yoongi’s laptop over his legs and your head resting on his right shoulder so you could see everything he did and read. There were several pictures of you together scattered all over the internet, with even more articles that narrated the dating scandal, too many of them with added details that weren’t true.

-They even said you gave me a car- you said not helping the little laugh that came next, it was ridiculous since you were basically always in public transport.  

-Yeah, I don’t know where that came from, maybe that what time you were driving mine- he mused still rolling down the articles.

-You are not too late to make their speculations come true though- you snickered making Yoongi stare at you with an amazed incredulous smile.

-Aren’t you kind, just to please the masses- he laughed too.

-Of course, you know I live for the greater good-

-I guess I could…-

-Yoongi!- you interrupted him. -I’m joking, God, maybe when we’re a bit more stable after all the apartment shopping, then you can help me- you said trying to get away from his poking attacks.

The laughs died down as Yoongi’s phone rang for the umpteenth time that day, he saw who it was and disregarded the call, there were way too many people calling him, including online gossip sites that wanted to get some words from him about the girl in the photos, you. You kept going through google and naver, seeing several sites so you could know to which extent was this spreading and how people was reacting.

Both of you were planning to make your relationship public soon after moving together, but someone had snapped a few shots during the moving process which added to the fact that there were previous rumors of Yoongi seeing a girl only left everyone the choice to take it as if it was proved. 

Big Hit was taking the matter professionally and not out of proportion like some companies would, you appreciated that they treated your relationship like a normal thing and not as if it was a major crime or a sin. So at first you were being positive about it, Yoongi being the one worrying that this would cause you trouble, but then Yoongi worried about every single thing, you figured it was your job to help him look at the situation without such a pessimistic sight. Big Hit was taking care of the gossip and the press, the boys were supportive about you two together, they were not young boys anymore, and Bangtan had such a strong fan base, you could take this, everything was going to be ok.
Even if the comment section of the site you were reading lead you to think that it wasn’t that simple.

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Originally posted by rowdy-redhead

Prompt: Hi! I love these stories, and I have a request. So I know you have a story that is similar like this and I love it, I was just wondering if you can do one where they are on a press tour instead of just a panel ? I love the idea of being asked questions with the cast. I’m sorry if this is too much of a bother but it would be cool if you could do it thanks for reading this😁
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Something’s Wrong With My Daughter

Author: Eldautor

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My wife and children are asleep right now - I think, at least - so I finally have the chance to write all of this down. Things have been hectic around the house lately and if Clio knew I was writing all of this stuff down, she would honestly kill me. (No, I don’t actually think she would kill me. This isn’t that kind of post. My wife and I have a wonderful relationship.) She’s trying to keep all of this a secret, claiming that Layla is just “sick” and “going through a phase,” but the school is starting to realize that we’re hiding something from them. Things are starting to get pretty bad, so I decided that maybe you guys could help me out. NoSleep seems to be full of people pretty accustomed to this type of crazy stuff.

So, let me give you a bit of background. My name’s Atlas. I’m 32 and I married my wife, Clio, two years ago. The moment we discovered that gay marriage was legalized, we began planning our wedding. It was short, simple, and absolutely perfect. Married life has treated both of us well and I’ve never been more in love with someone. I don’t believe in soulmates, but I think she’s someone I was truly destined to be around. Maybe I’m contradicting myself. I don’t know. I’m not here to talk about Clio.

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My Woman

Originally posted by minsecretsoul


Pairing: Yoongi/Suga X Reader/You

Genre: Smutty smutty smut smut (But still sweet and fluffyish?)

Note: This is my first time writing smut. I’m sure it shows. I’ve read plenty of romance novels in my day, so I’m hoping that payed off a little bit lol. Fun fact: This is actually a dream I had. I know, aren’t I lucky? One of the few times I remembered every detail of my dream and I’m forever grateful. 

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Picture Perfect (pt. 5)

PT. 1 | PT. 2 | PT. 3 | PT. 4 | PT. 5

Reader x Yoongi

Plot: After finding yourself in the same situation day after day, a stranger with a camera happens to change up everything with just a snap of a button and a lot of misunderstandings.

Genre: Drama/Romance

WARNING: sexual assault

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Count: 7,740

A/N: I wrote this in less than two days when normally it takes me… awhile haha. The beginning is suuper fluffy (no spoilers though) and the end it gets super messed up. Why did I write this? Let’s hope there’s not too many errors…

“No, But I’ve Kissed You With It.”

I didn’t really sleep that night.

I wasn’t flustered or over-thinking what had just happened, though. I just felt sad more than anything. I felt sad because I could never have a normal night out with my friends. I felt sad because I was never going to realistically achieve my dream of becoming a doctor. I felt sad because I knew my love life was non-existent – and I especially felt sad because the only guy that did pay attention to me was a freeloader who didn’t actually like me. The worst part was that it was a Saturday night, which meant I didn’t have work in the morning and I’d have to face him.

How awkward. I hated confrontation, almost more than Yoongi. But mixing both of them together was a dangerous game.

When I did wake up, I stared at my ceiling for what felt like forever – dreading coming out of my room. I knew he was right there on the couch. There was only a thin wall separating us, really, and I prayed he had just left in the middle of the night.

No, you don’t, I sighed deeply.

I considered falling back asleep and enjoying my day off, but I knew I was just trying to procrastinate. Rolling out from the sheets, I looked down to see I was still in my clothes from yesterday.

What a wreck.

A part of me wanted him gone, but then again I had no one. The company sucked – he sucked – but it was better than what I previously had. I mean, sometimes he was nice. He had that going for him after all. He’s also not bad to look at, a small smile played on my lips briefly, before returning to the default frown I held and I shook my head. Though I tried to dismiss whatever just went through my head, I couldn’t deny it. He’s not that bad at kissing, either. Perhaps, just maybe, he had forgotten what happened last night. My heart dropped at that thought though, but I didn’t think about it too hard before I started towards the door.

The squeak of the hinges seemed dangerously loud, even with the TV that was playing in the next room over. He’s not gone, I breathed a little. I didn’t dare to call out to him though – even if I wanted to, my throat felt tight. I ended up lowering my head and quickly pacing to the kitchen to start coffee. Passing by the living room, I glanced to where he normally slept on the couch.

He’s gone.

My throat tightened more, and I tried to ignore it by thinking, “why did he leave the TV on” and, “when did he go”. I clenched my hands, the palms still achy from last nights abuse. I winced slightly, opting to reach for the remote that was close by to turn the television off. Turning back towards the kitchen, I sighed deeply again to try and compose myself. Why do I feel so disappointed that he left? Of course he would – I would.

I really should have stayed in bed.

If my throat was tight before, it was strangling me now. On the island counter, out for full display, was a box of donuts.

Cautiously, I moved around it, my eyes boring into the cardboard. Carefully, I began opening the lid, afraid to breathe. Why? It’s just pastries. I closed my eyes before I was able to see anything. Why are you so nervous? Why are you always so damn -

“Yah, you turned off my show.” Yoongi’s voice scared me, my eyes springing open to stare at the donuts. “I was watching that, you know.” I didn’t know what to feel. I was emotionally drained. I wasn’t breathing. “Hey, are you okay?”

I didn’t know how he had done it, or why, but spread out in the box were the donuts – some cut to fit into the word, “sorry”.

“Why?” Was my first word. I didn’t know what I was asking though.

I heard him cross to the couch, sitting on it. “I’m not good with words.”

“Well you just spelled one.” I finally looked up at him, my heart aching as my eyes landed on him. I’m so emotional today.

“I go out of my way to do something nice, and this is what I get?” His lips thinned, eye’s squinting. His hair was messy, a little all over the place. “Not that I expected a thanks, but I mean, I did expect a thanks.” He looked tired, like he also hadn’t slept much. “Hello?”

I cleared my throat, looking away, “Ah, thank you. You didn’t have to.” I closed the box, “There’s nothing to be sorry about.” Is that true? I couldn’t answer my own question. “Did you want some?”

“Yes?” He answered sarcastically, breaking the ice-thin air. Instead of feeling surrounded by a cloud it felt warm now. Better. “Can you just bring them over here and set them on the coffee table? I don’t want to get up.”

I frowned at him, but did as he said. “The coffee table is so far from the other -”

“Then sit on the couch with me.” His face kept straight, “I don’t take up the entire thing.” I only frowned deeper.

Sitting the box down, I curled up in the corner of the opposing side he was on, leaving as much space as possible between us. He immediately reached for the donuts, pulling out one that was part of the “Y”. Yoongi took a large bite of it, his jaw working. I still felt awkward, not wanting to grab one let alone move from my tight position. It was uncomfortable, but I felt better wrapping up into myself.

“You don’t want one?” He asked, looking over while licking his lips. I shrugged, looking away as quick as possible. You can’t even look at him? Pathetic. “What’s wrong? You’re quiet, it’s weird.”

“Shut up.” I rolled my eyes, instantly reaching for what was part of the “S”.

“That’s better.” I heard the smile in his voice. I hid my small smile by shoving the doughnut into my mouth. “Wow, you were hungry.”

I glared over at him, swallowing. “And that’s a bad thing?” He shook his head, reaching into the box for seconds. We ate in silence, my knees still hugging my chest.

I didn’t have much of an appetite, my mood still low. I couldn’t bring myself to look at him much either. Why are you acting like this? There had to be something to offset what was happening to me – why I feared him leaving so much. I closed my eyes, head leaning against a cushion, and trudged through my memories. I kept hitting dead-ends and walls before a face flashed through my mind.

Jinwoo. My first boyfriend.

We had dated for over two years as teenagers. Though we were young, we always promised to marry each other, that we’d have kids, that we’d grow old together. Looking back at it, it seemed cheesy. Everything about us screamed “gooey couple”, and we were naive to becoming adults and graduating. At first I was confused – he was a beautiful memory. Then again, it’d been six or seven years since we had separated.

Separated. I opened my eyes in time to see Yoongi finish another doughnut. He left me, I felt a boulder fall onto my chest, making it hard to breathe again. I remember.

The night of my seventeenth birthday Jinwoo had finally convinced me to have sex with him – since I was too nervous before that. The whole “I’m old now, it’s going to be fine” motto kept surging through my veins. In the end I had woken up to an empty bed and a short text message saying “Thanks, see you around”. Confused, I tried calling him and the only voice that greeted me was his voice-mail. I texted him an endless amount of times, asking him what he meant – begging him to reply.  After two weeks of ignoring my calls, not texting back, and even avoiding me at school, he finally messaged me.

How did you not catch that I was cheating on you this entire time.”

I called his best friend, desperate for an explanation. All he did was chuckle and say “I mean, he did get what he wanted.”

“What do you remember?” I finally spoke, my eyes drifting from my hands to his confused face. “From last night.”

He swallowed quickly, “Enough.” I nodded. “And I’m sorry. That was… dicky. I know I should of probably just left but -”

“No, it’s okay.” I interrupted with the words still on his tongue, “You were drunk and those things happen. You didn’t hurt me or anything, so it’s okay.” My nervousness prompted me to grab the next part of the “S”.

“I don’t think it is.” He leaned back in the couch, “I heard you crying.” I paused, not knowing what to say. “I couldn’t remember if I had done something, I couldn’t sleep.”

My hand finally reached my mouth, “That’s… embarrassing.”  I took a bite, trying to distract myself. “It wasn’t because of you. I don’t even remember doing that.” I tried to laugh. “Thanks for saying thanks though, that’s the first time you’ve said it to me, I think.”

“Sorry if I said some weird stuff. I was -”

Really drunk? I figured.” I look at him, taking another bite. Yoongi’s eyes were straight ahead, his hands clasped as he rubbed his thumbs together. You look so exhausted. “It was kind of cute.”

A blush took spread across his cheeks; his thumbs halted. “Hmm, try creepy.”

“No, I’m serious.” I smiled, setting down the rest of my doughnut, “It was more creepy that I kind of enjoyed it.” I mumbled the last part, embarrassed. Did you just really say that? “Ignore what I just said.” I looked down at my hands again.

“No, what? I didn’t hear you.” I looked up, relieved. “Just kidding.” He smirked playfully, my jaw dropping. Oh, fuck you too. I went to turn before he reached out to me, “Wait, Y/N.”

“What.” Blushing, I mumbled. I cannot believe you just did that.

“You have some icing…” His hand touched my face, his thumb that was just fiddling with his other now dragging across my bottom lip, “…right there.” Yoongi’s voice was almost a whisper, shaking slightly a lot like his hand was. I was frozen in spot, mouth slightly agape. What is he doing? Why did he do that? His thumb slowly left my lip and his hand followed before he brought them both to his own. Opening his mouth, he placed in thumb inside and sucked on it softly.

My breath hitched as my heart began beating faster. Whoa, what the fuck. My eyes left his fingers and rested on his. Instead of the usual dark and stormy presence they took a hold of in situations like this, they seemed cautious – nervous even. Never the less, though, they were still gigantic; engulfing me. What do I say? Do I even say anything? Should I act like that never happened and continue on with my life knowing this?

“I’m sorry,” his voice quivered a touch. I had never seen him like this, leaving me dumbstruck, “I think I missed some.”

Oh.

I expected his thumb to touch my mouth again, but it ended up hooking under my chin and pulling up as he gently leaned forward. Suddenly I was thankful that earlier my knees had dropped, the space had shrunk to next to none as his lips landed on the corner of my mouth, kissing the spot.

Yoongi left his lips there for a second, not a breath fanning from his mouth. His thumb left my chin, his hand’s warmth disappearing from my neck, and he dropped it to his lap. He leaned back, blinking rapidly like he was trying to concentrate. “I’m sorry, that was wrong.” He let out a frustrated sigh, “Why do I keep doing this to -”

“Hey, it’s okay.” I reached out, touching his clenched fist, “It’s all okay.”

Why is it? I leaned forward, copying what he had done except this time our lips met. Why is it he’s so manipulative?


“Are you going out tonight with Taehyung and Hoseok and all o’them?” Yoongi asked, coming out of the bathroom as he dried his hair, “I’m honestly only going because Namjoon is – he’s not, well, at least he doesn’t act young like the rest. They get annoying sometimes.” Nodding, I sifted on the couch so I was laying down on it.

It hadn’t seemed that long since he had bought apology donuts for me, but we were almost nearing three weeks since it had happened. Why are you counting? It didn’t seem like a significant event, but I felt like I had broken down one of the many walls that Yoongi surrounded himself in. He doesn’t like you.

“You’re quiet today…” he disappeared, but the sounds of a drawer opening and closing gave his spot away, “It’s weird, you should stop.” Yoongi’s voice was farther away yet it still echoed in my head.

Every time he talks it does.

“Hey, it’s weird you’re caring – you should stop.” I retorted, sighing as I placed my phone on my lap. “You’re also really talkative. It’s annoying.”

In the time that had passed – him still mooching off of me – nothing had happened between us. Not even a glace or something said that seemed flirtatious in any way. In a sense I could tell he was just trying to stay away because of what he had done, but even while I did respect that I felt… lonely. The only thing he seemed to like was his camera.

He poked his head out of the door, frowning, “Aw, now you’re just being a dick.” Turning off the light, he opened the door before coming to the back of the couch and kneeling as he rested his arms on the back. “Is it that time of the month or something?”

“Whoa that was sexist, buddy.” I shook my head as I shot him a look of disgust, “Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?”

“No, but I’ve kissed you with it.”

“I’m…” I stared at him. Yoongi’s face didn’t so much as crack a smile and his eyes shined playfully, “….not going to try to even reply to that. You’re disgusting and twisted.” Rolling my eyes, I picked up my phone and punched the pass-code in, “And ‘FYI’, no, it’s not – but thanks for checking in.”

“Jesus Christ Y/N, it’s just a joke. Chill the fuck out.” Yoongi scoffed, standing up, “I’m just trying to lighten mood, make you laugh or something.” He turned, starting towards the bathroom again.

Don’t leave.

“Yoongi stop.” I clicked my phone off, swallowing thickly, “I’m sorry I’m acting bitchy…” The comment about kissing me threw me off guard. I was finally getting used to nothing, and there he goes being the sneaky, little bastard. He tried to make you laugh, that’s it. He doesn’t like you.

It stayed silent for a moment, his back still turned to me. I was about to call out to him and apology again when his head turned slightly towards me, “Did you want to ride with me?” I tried to hide my smile, but he didn’t let me answer before turned on the light in the bathroom again, “Be ready in forty-five minutes… and look nice – my car is too nice to be treated that way.”


“I thought I said forty-five minutes, not forty-five hours.” He tapped his knee impatiently as I opened the passenger’s door.

“It was just an extra ten minutes? We’re fine, no one’s even going to be there yet. Did you text Taehyung?”

“Haha, no. That’s your job. I got enough of him just by sleeping at his house for two nights.” I closed the door and he drove off, the engine making a small rumble. “Did you really need those extra ten minutes? It would have literally made no difference.”

“Hey! It matters.” I mumbled, still buckling, “You have to match your shoes or you just look ghetto.”

“You’re ghetto anywa-”

“Min Yoongi.” I warned as we stopped at a light, “Don’t you dare finish that sentence. Who’s the one being dicky now?” I glared, the light bouncing off his skin as he turned his head. My tall stance faltered as his eyes met mine, my senses suddenly becoming acute to the cologne he wore. Stop, he doesn’t like you.

“Oh shut up, I’m just giving you crap.” He chuckled, and the red turned to green. “You look great either way.”

My heart took a punch – or at least, that’s what it felt like. Stop. I bit my cheek, leaning my head on the glass. He doesn’t like you. I closed my eyes, breathing in deeply. Why do I keep saying that, anyways? ‘He doesn’t like me, he doesn’t like me.’ Why would it matter if he did or didn’t? I felt the car come to another stop. He doesn’t care if I like him or not…. I opened my eyes, glancing at him even though I knew he was focused on the road.

Right?

“I won’t drink much tonight.” He blurted out, his eyes shifting to me briefly, “Well, I mean, you’re getting a ride home from me right?” I nodded. “Then I won’t drink much since I’m driving.”

“Okay…? Thanks? I mean you could and then we could call a cab or something. They exist.” He’s acting weird. I eyed him, biting my cheek again. He’s acting too nice. “It’s really no problem, they’re cheap too since I don’t live far.” He doesn’t like you.

“No, no. I like my car better. Plus I’ve been trying to drink less.” The words fell out quickly, “It’s a bad habit, and I… don’t want it turning into an addiction….” His voiced reeked of excuse-making. “Yeah… those are bad, you know?”

“Okay, I’ll take your word.” I breathed out, stiffing a chuckle, “You’re acting super weird, are you okay?” He nodded, my fingers finding each other to fumble. “Ahh it’s okay though.” Yoongi’s eyebrow raised questioningly, and I shook my head. It’s really cute…

“What was that?” The car pulled in the parking lot, ‘Did you just say… ‘It’s really cute’?”

“N-no? Why the fuck would I say that?” God damn it all, you said it out-loud. “That’s not even remotely cute. What… what even is your definition of cute? Because that’s not mine.” Stop rambling, oh my God. You are making a complete fool of yourse-

“You.” He parked, shifting the gear and turning to me as he leaned into his seat. His smirk only deepened as my jaw fell open.

“Are you flirting with me?”

“I’m not the flustered one,” He opened his door, shrugging, “and I didn’t start it.” Scoffing, I left his car. What just happened.

We walked into the bar in silence, him trudging in front of me. The sun had only just set a few minutes ago, and twilight leaked into the windows of the building. The honey color was a nice changed from the retro lights, and instead of pop music bleeding from the floors the walls echoed soft rock. I should come early more often. I looked at Yoongi in front of me, his figure walking towards the booth where we normally sat. He’s so small. Scratching his shoulder, he slid in the seat. He seems so delicate. My body slid in right next to his.

“Why are sitting right next to me?” Yoongi’s voice interrupted my thoughts. Some thoughts those were. “There’s the other side? I know the bench is rounded but you have all this room.” The tone of his voice was serious; annoyed, but a small smile hid on his lips. “Unless…”  Dipping his head into my neck, his hand rested on my thigh as my heart skipped a beat. “…you want our own room.” His lips ghosted across my ear and I could feel my cheeks heating up. I can’t breathe, I swallowed hard as his thumb pressed into my skin and began messaging it.

Out of the corner of my eye, a flash of brown hair caught my eye, “Hey Hoseok, we-we’re right here.” I cleared my throat, leaning away from Yoongi, “You’re early…” He doesn’t like you. I felt Yoongi stop hovering over me, but I was too afraid to look back at him. What was that?

“Yeah, I guess.” Hoseok slid across from Yoongi and I, “I got ready quicker than I thought I would.” He grinned.

“Unlike someone.” Yoongi grumbled, and I could just feel him eye-rolling at me. Thanks.

“At least I look nice, unlike someone.” I slid out from the booth, “I’m going to the restroom.” I need to get out of here.


By the time I had returned from the bathroom, everyone had seemed to rush in. Any trace of the sun was gone now, and to my dismay the guitars had been replaced with the electronic beats once again. It wasn’t crowded yet, but glancing at the time of my phone told me that people were only just starting to arrive. Casual Saturdays. Saturday’s weren’t as busy as Friday – of course, but the amount of people that came was still overwhelming. I wove my way through a crowd, smiling as Taehyung called my name as I arrived back at the booth.

“It’s a little crowded.” He smiled sheepishly, rubbing his neck. “Hoseok had to get up so that others could fill in.” I shrugged an, ‘It’s okay’ and looked at Yoongi who was at the edge of the seat, on his phone. He’s ignoring me, the little shit. “We can mash in closer if you want -” I’ll show him..

“Oh no, it’s okay. No one has to get up for me.” Yoongi glanced up curiously, “I’ll just sit with Hoseok, he’s right on the edge of the seat, anyways.” I smiled, that’s right. “Hobi, can I sit on your lap? I won’t crush you, I swear.” I leaned towards him, looking right into his widening eyes.

“Oh – uh, yeah.” He rubbed his neck, “Yeah, of course.” He sat up straighter to make room for me as I took a seat on his thigh. This wasn’t weird – I had actually done this many times before when we had a lot of people at the booth. Just not with Yoongi here.

“Thank you so much, I don’t know what I’d do.” I whispered into Hoseok’s ear flirtatiously right before I glanced at Yoongi. His eyes met mine, before he raised his eyebrows and returned to his phone in a bored manner. Oh, come on. This is ridiculous. Hoseok nodded quickly, his cheeks brushing against my nose as he smiled softly.

I’m sorry Hobi.

Taehyung’s ordered rounds came along with the waitress that Hoseok had previously flirted with. I tried not to look her in the eye because oh wow, that’s awkward but sadly she caught attention of ‘her man’. Her eyes lighted up for a second before landing on me and the position I was in, turning them into daggers as she squinted and quickly clicked away in her heels. The twelve drinks turned into only two as some took seconds – one being named Yoongi.

I thought you were driving? Dipshit.

“Who wants these? I’ll call the waitress over and get another round but… you know.” Taehyung tilted his head towards the shots, his hand already holding one.

“I will, I haven’t had one yet.” Reaching for one, my hand stopped, wheels turning in my mind. “Hey, Hobi…” A grin spread through my face, both of my hands now grabbing the last two. “You should have this one.” I placed it in front of him.

His jaw slacked, “No, no. You know I don’t drink. And I don’t as in I never.” He raised his hands defensively.

I moved my lips to his ear, “Oh please?” My vision wandered to Yoongi again, who was – finally – staring at me with a working jaw, “Come on. Just one, it’s only this one. It won’t do anything.” I placed mine into his hands and my fingers moved down to lightly wrap around his wrist and rub circles into it. “Just one.” I saw Taehyung’s eyebrow raise at me.

I’m sorry Hobi.

I’d never once seen Jung Hoseok drink a shot, let alone touch liquor, in the entire four years I had known him. He was the complete opposite of is best friend – Taehyung never missed a chance to get alcohol in his system. In a way I felt very concerned, since I didn’t know what would happen if Hoseok did end up getting drunk – I bet none of us did. His head tilted back and the drink was gone in a second, the clank of the glass following quickly after. The table stirred, everyone except Yoongi and Taehyung cheering on Hoseok.  I felt the skin beneath me flush, an embarrassed grin flooded his face.

Surprisingly, it was really easy to get Hobi to continue taking shots through-out the night. The first few were harder, but after there had been time to let the booze seep into his veins he loosened up. After every drink he took, Taehyung would shoot me a look of concern – and they only grew worse as the number went up. Yoongi had disappeared somewhere, claiming he had to go to the bathroom, but it’d been close to fifteen minutes.

“It’s really hot in here, huh?” Hoseok shifted under me, shrugging off his jacket.

“I’m sorry,” I awkwardly leaned away from him, “I can get off of you, there’s seats now. I’m probably not helping you out much.”

“No, no,” he grabbed my waist, stilling me, “you’re fine.” A blush crept down my neck, my shoulders shied into my body from the touch. His hands stayed there a second too long, before sliding down my body and resting by his legs. I distracted myself, my eyes surfing through the crowd in hopes of seeing someone I knew.

Namjoon.

I spotted the tall figure leaning against a wall near the bar stools, talking to someone who was covered from view. I felt myself looking from person to person, each a stranger. Who exactly am I looking for? I wasn’t in the best shape, I had taken a shot or two more than Hoseok and was suddenly thankful that they didn’t have a high percentage or I would have been really wasted at this point.

“What’s wrong? You’re tense.” Taehyung asked, scooting over so he could sit directly in front of me. “Are you okay? You’re not really like yourself.”

My eyes met his, “Oh yeah, I’m fine. Just thinking about work.”

“Well don’t, it’s a night out with your friends.” He smiled as he rested his chin on his hands, “Don’t think of stressful things. Just enjoy yourself, okay?”

Easier said than done, “I will… Thank you Tae.” I grinned, trying to seem better. What am I even worried about?

“I’m going to find Namjoon or something, I’ll be right back though.” He pointed to nowhere, sliding out and leaving the booth. I looked around the table, seeing two other people – a girl and boy, whose names were Jongin and Kyrstal, I think – having a conversation amongst themselves.  Just Hoseok and I.

“Hey, did you mean that?” Hobi asked, tilting to side so he could look at me, “About being fine and everything?”

“Yes…?” I knitted my eyebrows together, only looking him for a second before adverting my eyes into the crowd.

There. Right there.

They landed on someone sitting on the bar stools, close to one the workers. His blonde hair was only visible for a second before being groped by a hand with long nails. The two were close for having a conversation – too close really, and I squinted, trying to see what was going on.

He’s making out with someone.

“Are you sure you’re sure?” Hoseok’s playfulness helped ease the sting of jealous that stabbed my chest. I looked cautiously at him, my head turning quickly so I couldn’t look at what was happening anymore. Why would he do that?

“Oh yes,” I tried not to grit my teeth; it was hard to breathe all of a sudden, “I’m positive. You wanna go dance or something? I’m getting bored.” Why am I freaking out? I knew he didn’t like me. I kept telling myself he didn’t and I still got let down. What the fuck is wrong with -

“I’ve been waiting for you to ask that,” He chuckled, his teeth on full display, “You never dance. This should be fun.”

“I have two left feet.” Breathing in, I began calming myself down again and I got up from his lap and slid from the booth as he followed closely behind, “Sorry about that.”

“You’re all good.” Laughing, he stood behind me, breath fanning across my neck, “I’ll help you.”

I led the way to where a mass of bodies were, passing by Yoongi. Our eyes met for a half a second, before the witch hands were back on him and I looked over just in time to see it was the waitress from earlier. Oh God, you should have seen that coming. The flashback of her glaring at me from earlier played in my head, and I only quickened my pace as I tugged Hobi behind me.

The music was much louder where everyone was, and the floor pounded against my feet to the beat. I blinked hard, swaying backwards into Hoseok as the last shot I had just taken finally hit me. He can have that slut anyways. Hoseok turned me around, a look of ‘hey, are you alright there friend’ flashing through his features.

Why should I care who he kisses?

I nodded a yes feverishly quick, my eyes finally focusing as I grabbed Hoseok by the neck and attached my mouth to his.

He doesn’t care who I kiss.

After a second of shock, he kissed back. It wasn’t like I had never had a rough make out session with someone before, but I was still taken aback from the dominance he held since the last couple of times I had kissed someone it was more… soft. Stop thinking about it.

It ended as quick as it had started, and only when I took a step back from him did I notice that he was just as drunk as I was. His pupils were blown up, lips slightly swollen from what had just happened, and his stance wavered. I look him over quickly, thinking, damn, he’s so much taller than me. I knew I wasn’t wearing the highest heels I owned, but I never knew that Hoseok was this tall. He was so soft spoken and even though his personality was big it wasn’t giant. I had always thought of his height like I thought of him – child-like.

A new song began through the speakers, making me come back to reality. “I love this song,” I shouted. It was a lie, of course. I don’t know what to say. He grinned, leaning back and bouncing to beat. It actually is hot in here. I bopped my head awkwardly, since I’d never really danced when we went out. You were always such a wimp. I wasn’t off beat, but I certainly didn’t have any tricks up my sleeve.  

Hoseok’s hands sneaked around waist, pulling me closer to him as his body kept moving in a steady rhythm. “I said I’d help you.” They traveled down to my hips that made them sway in time with his. Your dance classes really payed off. My own hands found themselves in many places. One snaked up his arm and then moved to the back of neck, while the other trailed up his torso before stopping near his heart and then going back down again.

With every beat we got closer and closer together, before barely anything was between us. His lips had gone to my jaw, sucking and biting wherever he could. My fingers threaded through his hair, tugging at the strands hard enough to made him groan sometimes.

We had turned throughout the dancing, leaving me to face Yoongi now. Oh yeah, he’s here. He turned just as I focused on him, his eyes shooting from mine to my neck and then Hoseok’s hands, before traveling back up almost squinting. That’s right. I could see him swallow, being turning back to whoever was sitting next to him now. Probably another girl.

The thought of that made my step falter, he doesn’t like you. “Hey, Hobi. Where’s your coat?” I tipped my head and spoke in ear, earning a questioning groan. “I don’t want you to lose it.”

He stepped back from me slightly, his hand coming up to my neck to rub a sore spot as he examined it, “S’at the booth,” his words were starting to slur, “Come with me, I don’na lose you.” He wrapped an arm around my waist, beginning to walk surprisingly steady for his condition. That’s so sweet of him… Something nothing Yoongi would never do.

Why am I comparing Hoseok to him?

We passed Yoongi, and I avoided eye contact though I could feel him burning holes into my back the entire time.  Reaching the booth, we met Taehyung and Hoseok sat down as he picked up his coat.

“I’m’a go to the bathroom.” I spoke into Hoseok’s ear, earning a nod, before I trudged off trying not to step on anyone’s feet.

After washing my hands, I stepped out of the restroom. So fucking hot in here. Looking to my left, I remembered the backdoor was right by the bathrooms, for the smokers. Sighing, I wove through a few people to find the exit to just step outside for a minute because my make up was about to melt off at this point. Pushing the door open and stepping outside, my breath hitched from the sudden temperature change. I hugged myself, closing the door as I leaned against the wall of the building. The music shook the walls and the smell of booze was overwhelming even out here.

“Hey, ar’you ditchin’ me?” A voice whispered into my ear before a hand clamped down on my mouth. I didn’t even hear the door open. I tried pushing the person away from me but they had wrapped their other one around both of my arms that hugged my chest. “Shh, s’just me. S’Hobi, don’t worry.” The hand removed itself from my mouth and wrapped around my chest like his other one, “Just wanted to spook you.”

The cold air and the sudden shock sobered me a touch, and I wasn’t as unsteady anymore. Why are we both outside? “Hoseok, let’s go back inside…” I started towards the door, shivering slightly.

“No, s’fine ri-i-ight here,” he sang, “not as many people, jus’us.” Pulling me back from the door he began further into the alley. “The music’s loud still.”

“But Hobi I’m cold.” I tried, still pushing against him. “S’chilly out -”

“You’re okay.” He huffed, stopping finally as he unwrapped his arms, “Isn’t it fun out’ere?” Grinning, he pushed me back up against the wall, towering over him. He grabbed my jaw, lifting it up as he leaned down and pinned me back with his hips.

I turned away, “No Hoseok,” I ducked into my shoulder, “Let’s go inside, right now.” You’re scaring me. The alcohol was rapidly leaving my system as this kept happening, my heart began pumping quicker the longer he kept cornering me. “Let’s find Taehyu-”

Hoseok’s hand returned to my mouth, “Where’d m’nickname go?” His hips dug me harder into the wall, “Just were saying, ‘Hobi’ a’sec ago.” I began feeling a hand at the hem of shirt, slipping under it and running it up my stomach, “N’you don’t feel cold.”

He’s not letting me leave.

The palm on my mouth barely let me breathe, let alone could I cry out. “Y’look nice in your skirt.” He whispered into my neck before he returned to the spot from earlier. I was too scared to move. I didn’t even know where I could go – he’d catch me before I could go anywhere. He’s just drunk, snap him out of it.

My mouth was finally uncovered, only for it to be again by Hoseok’s. The hand under my shirt traveled higher and pushed my bra over my breasts before it came back to grope one. I shivered from the coldness, and began wiggling underneath him to try and get out. I grabbed his shoulder’s attempting to push him away from me. This is useless. I began kicking my legs to try and shock him, but he only ended up spreading my feet far apart with his. His fingers began prodding at the waistband of my skirt, slipping into it.

Terrified, I shook my head fiercely, my fists punching his chest and his neck before he growled and grabbed them with one hand and kept them above my hand. My heart felt like it was going to rip out my chest – I didn’t know what to do. Finally his lips left mine to go to neck and I attempted screaming out but my throat was so tight it came out as a sob. A sob? I’m crying?

The finger’s left the waistband of my skirt to only touch my thigh and trail up my leg. “St-stop. Just-t stop.” I banged against him. “Let’s find Taehyung.” My vision wasn’t clear anymore, tears welled up in my eyes. His palm rubbed through my thong; my hips trashed while I tried to close my legs. It felt like that happened for hours, and I almost decided to give up since he wasn’t moving. I couldn’t move him. The tears from my eyes started streaming down my cheeks.

“What the fuck?” Someone shouted, and then Hoseok suddenly left my body and I heard a something hit the gravel. “What the fuck are you doing?” Thank you, thank you thank y-

I suddenly was on the ground too, my weight dropped down since the only thing that was holding me up before was Hoseok’s hips. I instinctively covered my hands, sobbing into my hands as I curled into a ball in the dirt.

“Shit, shit, shit…” Taehyung’s voice came closer to me, “Y/N are you okay? What – I –“His voice cracked as he leaned down tried sitting me up. Once I was in his arms I fell against him and hid my face in his chest as I heard another string of profanities from… Yoongi?  

“Hey, hey. Shh, please calm down – it’s okay, you’re okay. It’s safe now, I’m here.” Tae soothingly rubbed my back as he tried helping me up. “I’m taking you home… Hey! I’m driving her back!” He shouted behind us. “We’ll get your stuff, you’re going to be all good, I promise.”

He’s crying.


I don’t remember the ride home. I only remember walking the steps up to my apartment with Taehyung’s help and closing the door behind us as he kept saying soothing things. He didn’t push for anything. From there he took me straight to the bathroom, telling me to take a shower and try and relax in the water. Taehyung left me in the bathroom sobbing, his face a mixture of sadness and hatred. Ripping my clothes off, I threw myself into the bathtub; quickly turning to turn on the shower head.

I didn’t stand up – either because I didn’t want to or if I didn’t know if I could, I don’t know. I sat under the streaming water, crying still but not as much. I don’t know how long I was in or how long I was going to stay in there for. The initial shock of it was finally gone. It’s done, it’s over. Taehyung came for you – helped you. My heart slowed down along with my breathing. So did Yoongi, he came for you. He - A sob wrecked my body.

He doesn’t like you.

My bathroom door opened, closing with a click, “Y/N?”

“Tae-Taehyung?” I tried stiffing my weeping. Why did that make you cry again? “Is that you?”

“It’s… It’s Yoongi.” Why are you making me cry again? “I’m sorry if you wanted Taehyung. He just left. I have your stuff, I went inside and picked it up.” His voice was hoarse, like he had been screaming.

“No,” I sniffled, “it’s not disappointing me.” I reached for a bar of soap, fumbling with it in my hands. “Were… were you just screaming now?”

“You bet.” Sad humor rippled through the words, “I also busted my knuckles pretty bad beating the shit out of him.”

That only made the sob I was holding back come through, my hands abandoning the soap as they hugged my knees, “I’m sorry. I’m so, so fucking sorry this is all my fault.” I leaned against the tile. Why did you do all this? You’re so stupid, this is exactly why he doesn’t like y-

“Why are you saying sorry?” Yoongi’s voice cracked, “Why would you ever say sorry for that? Because of my knuckles? They’ll heal, I did that on my own. That was for you -”

“No not for your knuckles!” I wept, “I did this on purpose, this is all my fault.”

He was silent for a minute as my sobs filled the room, the sound of water not even being able to dull them. “You purposely made him molest you?”

“Wh-what? No! No, that’s not… that’s not what I mean.”

“Then what do you mean?” I was expecting his voice to be angry, annoyed – disgusted. “Please tell me.” His voice was soft instead, careful like he was going to break me. You’re worn-down.

After finally catching my breath, I started, “I mean, as in, I-I wanted him to be all ‘up on me’. I know he doesn’t dr-drink and I made him t-take shots so he’d be like that…” Stop hiccuping, Jesus Christ.

“Why?” Yoongi asked, but I didn’t answer.

“Why?” He asked again.

“Because…” I hiccuped, “I really wanted to.” Just tell him, it’s now or never. “Because I really wanted to makeyoujealous.” My last words shot out and I hid my face in-between my knees even though we couldn’t see each other.

“You wanted to make me what?” Peeking out I saw his silhouette sit down next to the tub. “Just spit it out.”

“Jealous.”

Instead of replying, I heard him sigh. You fucking blew it. I reached for the soap near my feet, beginning to try and clean myself as best as I could from my position. At least you’re not crying anymore. At least you’re not lying anymore. At least it’s just… out there. Thoughts kept racing through my mind. Please say something – anything. I placed the bar on the soap tray, and my finger’s went to my hair and I fingered through it.

“I’m dying.”

“What…?” I asked, freezing.

“I’m dying. I have cancer.” He spoke softly, but the words seemed to crush the room. “It’s all in my pancreas. We didn’t catch it early on.” The shadow of his head dipped, hands coming up to run through his hair. “It’s only… what, maybe two years? If I’m lucky. I’m actually lucky my hair hasn’t fallen out yet or -”

“Why are you telling me this?” I rubbed my face, “Why did you bring this up to me?”

“The reason,” I could barely hear him over the water, “the reason I came here – why Jimin got so upset about me leaving – is because I went to the doctor and after that I left a voice-mail for my family and left town. I… I don’t know why I left. I couldn’t stay. The doctor told me that since it was late it’d be a slim chance that I’d live. And to hell if I’m going to just sit in a chemo room all day when I know I’ll probably die.

“He also told me to try and spend my days doing stuff I love. ‘Live life to your fullest’, he said, and then I was out the door. It’s not like I had anything here when I came – and that’s why I chose it. I could forget that I a chronic patient, and no one would know, either. I could be myself again.”

“I still don’t know why you’re saying this all.” I reached for the curtain, only my head peeking around so I could look at him. “Out of everyone, you tell me?” He looked at me, his shoulders slumping.

“He said to do things I love. That I enjoy. Do something that makes me happy.” Yoongi shook his head, shifting towards the wall so he could lean against it and still look at me. “That also means being with people that make me happy, that I enjoy.”

“That you love?” My own voice was so small, but he heard it and a small smile took his lips as he nodded.

“I was trying to think of a way to say it better, but, after tonight…” His gaze shifted to the floor, hands clasping together, “I guess it was something to say to you other than, ‘I’m sorry’ and ‘it’s okay’, you know? And when you said you were trying to make me jealous – oh, that made the icing on the cake.” He tried to laugh.

“You know, what I said a couple weeks ago about wanting to spend time with you was true,” his eyes looked into mine, “At first I was really needing a place to stay – but honestly, how do you think I wear these nice of clothes and own that car?” I bit my tongue; my cheeks lifted, “I could really spend the night at Taehyung’s if I wanted. I could even afford my own place.”

“So you’re a freeloader?”

“…Yes? But I have a good reason.” Smiling, his ears turned red.

“And what would that be?”

His expression evened out as he looked at me again, fingers carefully raising from his side to brush a strand of soaking hair behind my ear, before it retracted.

“I can’t get enough of you.”

The Hottie Next Door Part Two

Characters : Chris Evans x Reader

Summary : Chris moves in next door. Only thing is, he isn’t alone. *based off my out of bounds series*

Warning : Language?

Word Count : 2K+

A/N : By the way, the reader is in her third year of college! lol. Also, if you’d like to be tagged, let me know! Updates will be EVERY Wednesday or Thursday.

Tagging : @imaginesofdreams @deansimpalaqueen@chrisevansisdaddy04​ @almundbuttercup @sailorchibimoonunicorn@mybucky-yourbucky@theresnotenoughwords​ @hollycornish

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It’s been a few months since you met the Chris and Jenny, and between all the small chats and neighborhood parties, you grew to like them more and more everyday.

Jenny was pretty amazing, as much as you envied her relationship with Chris, you just couldn’t hate her.

Then there was Chris. He was everything you could ever dream of. He was sweet and caring and all together hilarious. No matter what, he could always make you laugh and smile.

It was hard to hate them. Not that you wanted too, anyways.

Tonight, you were asked to dog sit for them, while they went to a premiere for Chris’ new movie.

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Yo, i’m gonna write a lil thing about the Moose Blood thing here cos there’s no character limit unlike on Twitter.

So, for all of those unaware of the Eddy situation, here is what happened, in full:
In May 2014, the band played a show at my local venue in Milton Keynes (14th May) with Turnover, Major League and I Am The Avalanche. Everything was all good, hanging out in the car park after the show etc all having a laugh getting ready to go back to mine. At around 1am, once we were all there (they had to do two runs to get everyone back as there were 2 extra people, me and my friend at the time), the lads got all their shit out from the van, got comfy in the living room etc. Eddy was on the left side of the room on the sofa whilst the rest of the band and driver were on the right all on other sofas/camp beds etc. Obviously being on tour, wifi is helpful so Eddy asked for the wifi password, I went to the router and took a photo of the details on my phone, then handed him the phone (which is apparently pretty standard for when bands stay over). He then started scrolling through my photos and I told him “oiiii what you doing” in a jokey way, to which he replied “what? you got any nudes?” to which I awkwardly laughed and said yes, it was then that he found the nude photos and started making comments along the lines of “wow, nice boobs” then he came across a full frontal photo of my nether region and straight up went “oi you’ve got a nice pussy” to which I laughed it off. He then took his phone out and started taking photos of the nudes with his camera on his phone, then told the other boys in the room “oi you’ve gotta see this” and then sent them on to the bands Whatsapp group, which I physically saw with my own two eyes happen. The rest of the band laughed it off and shook their heads, as did I. At the time I was just in awe because they were my favourite band and it’s not every day your favourite band stays round your house let alone sees your nudes etc and I thought it was cool. I was 19 and very, very naive. I forgot about it until the other allegations about Glenn came out, to which I then looked back and realised what the fuck actually happened and realised how grim it was, i’m actually mad at myself for not realising back then but like I said, I was a kid basically. The rest of the band weren’t creepy or sexual towards me, they were all fine and were generally quiet about the whole thing. Glenn wasn’t even in the room at the time, he was elsewhere with my friend. I don’t know what his reaction to the photos was and I don’t care, but what I do know is these dudes were all grown men and saw this all happening and didn’t say a word to Eddy to correct his behaviour or speak up about the situation at the time and say they didn’t agree with it etc. 

The police are aware and are taking a look into all of it, I don’t know what evidence can be found given it was in 2014 and on Whatsapp but if it’s true that shit can indeed be traced on Whatsapp history etc then the solid evidence will come out eventually.

Thank you to everyone that’s supported me and the other girls that have come forward about this shit, Glenn’s already been kicked out of the band and I strongly believe they all knew about it for a long, long while. This post was just to clear up some rumours and get my facts across to everyone.

Cheers x

Seth Clearwater Imagine: Creeps

Request 1: Seth Clearwater imagine set in Breaking Dawn part two, the reader is friends with Vladimir and Stefen and Seth doesn’t like it.

I can see everyone gathered around Renesmee gleaming in a flourishing curiosity. The girl could’t go anywhere alone without someone trailing along beside her, waiting to see more her strangely magnificent talents. Jacob’s pack is just a little behind of the group; there but not entirely welcomed, despite the enormous help they are. I walk up to Seth and he kisses my forehead sweetly, “Good morning beautiful,” he mumbles. I sigh in contentment and allow myself to sink into his warm body as we sit down.

“So are you guys are going to wolf out tonight,” I ask?

“I promise I’ll be safe, careful, alert and all of the other adjectives you want me to use.”

“You better! I always worry about you.” I lightly punch his chest, “How long till you go?”

“Any minute.” I start to frown at his answer. Jacob nods his head towards to the woods. Seth gets up and kisses me before I watch him go. I start to get up and brush off any of the dirt that could have been on the back of my jeans. I walk towards the the other group of vampires gathered around Renesmee when I see two men sitting away from them. Out of curiosity I go to them. All of the other eyes around me stare questioningly at my choice. I wave hello.

“And look at what we have here,” the blonde one says.

“I’m (Y/N),” I replied meekly.

“Well, (Y/N) have a seat. I promise we’ll try not to bite,” the other one informed me. I work up the courage to smile. We began talking and our laughs filled up the empty air that separated us from the rest. Vladimir and Stefen’s face scrunched up in disgust as Seth emerged from the tree lines. I get up and run into his arms. He takes my hand and leads me away from Vladimir and Stefen.

“What were you doing,” Seth yells at me. I pull my hand back in surprise.

“What.. What do you mean?”

“Why were you with them? They are creepy. Didn’t you notice how everyone stays away from them. Are you that blind?” My mouth opens slightly at his question.

“I was just passing time. We were having fun. They’re new friends of mine.”

“Friends? No, you can’t.”

“Seth.. When did you start becoming a dictator of my life and so unaccepting? You’re here away from Sam’s pack to help Renesmee.” I turn my back with as viciously as I can and move away from Seth.

“(Y/N).. (Y/N),” Seth yells as he follows me.

“Don’t you dare follow me right now,” I scream back going home. I wipe my cheeks as I continue walking away. My legs feel like cement by the time I reach my bed. Staring up at the ceiling. I’m cold, despite gathering up as much blankets as possible. I hear tapping coming from my window. I gather up the strength and peel back my curtains and open the window. Seth climbs up.

“I’m so sorry (Y/N). I was a jerk,” he told me.

“Yeah I know you were,” I replied.

“I don’t want to be that type of guy I was. And I don’t want to watch you walk away again.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a necklace that has a locket in it, “Inside of it is a photo of us. I want to be that guy again.. If you’ll let me.” I take the necklace and allowed him to put it on me. I turn around and hug him.

“Your always that guy,” I tell him lovingly. Seth smiles and kisses my forehead.

“I love you.” 

“Cautious” - Part 4

“Cautious” - Part 4

(Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3)

My Masterlist - Here

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 3,985

Key: Y/N = Your Name, L/N = Your Last Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color

Warnings: Some cursing, but nothing else that I could tell.

Summary:  Bucky is now pretty much rehabilitated and able to be part of the group. He has nightmares sometimes, but not nearly as much as he used to. Reader was taken by Hydra and made the subject of experiments due to her having powers (something similar to the force, but not the force). The team rescues her after a mission and takes her in. She struggles with control sometimes, is very skittish sometimes, and hasn’t talked to anyone since arriving at the tower. She only talks to Bruce Banner. Soon enough, Bucky takes an interest in her. Let’s see how this unfurls.

Originally posted by butteryplanet

Author’s Note: Welcome to Part 4! This is a more lengthy part because I really liked this section and wanted to write a lot. I do write stuff like this to be therapeutic, and this helped. I hope others get enjoyment out of it. I have the next couple of parts planned out too. The next few parts are also going to be on the lengthier side.

This is my interpretation of the characters and the reader is one of my own creation. I leave the names and such open so you can put your own name and features in or you can create your own. I know this may not please everyone, but I’m writing this for myself. I hope people will enjoy this fanfic, but I know that you can’t please everyone.

I also want to say thank you to everyone who has shown so much support with the past pieces I’ve written. I didn’t expect to get such a great response from writing. I hope this storyline doesn’t disappoint!

Special shout out to @goodnightwife for being a wonderful beta reader and wonderful person in general! Please go check out her page for some cute fics as well!

If you would like to be tagged in any future pieces, please let me know! And as always, feedback is greatly appreciated!

<3

- DreaSaurusREX

Tags: @luciebell-writes@goodnightwife@bexboo616@bicrypt@mayfeather27



The team was loading their gear into the jet as you made your way into the hangar with Bucky. You wanted to say bye to everyone, even if it was just waving. Bucky went to talk to Steve, you saw them hug like the best friends they were. When Bruce finished securing his stuff, he brought you into a large hug. You had hugged him a few time before, but this was by far one of the best. He pulled away but held your arms.

“I will try to update you whenever we figure out our ETA back home. I have that comm link set up in your room. All you have to do is press the call button and it will direct you to me. If anything happens, let me know and I will do my best to help. I know Bucky seems intimidating sometimes, but I trust him to take care of you. He knows the consequences if he doesn’t.”

You chuckle a bit at that part before hugging him again and saying “I’ll be okay. Just make sure to stay safe, please.”

“I’ll try my best. I got the team to help too, they won’t let anything happen. We gotta get ready for take off. I’ll check in whenever I can.” He kissed your forehead and lightly squeezed your arms before turning his attention to Bucky, who was now standing a couple of feet behind you.

“Be patient with her, and keep her safe.”

“I will do my best, Banner. I’ll update you when needed. Be safe out there.”

With one more wave goodbye to the group, you and Bucky began your walk back to the tower. These next few days were going to be an adventure.

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alanathon reblogged your post “Stop. Pause your scrolling. Wait. I have a thing for you. Actual Mummy…” and added:

…..Is it bad that I thought this was going to be about Newt as an actual mummy? like wrapped in bandages and living forever

Ok. Stop. Pause your scrolling again. I have another thing for you.

Actual Mummy Newt: The wrapped in bandages and living forever version.

It goes like this:

Graves is not an archaeologist. Graves knows nothing about archaeology, he doesn’t like it, he doesn’t care about it and he hates Egypt. Sand. Sand everywhere. Sand in his hair, sand in his eyes, sand working into his sunburn, sand.

What Graves is is strapped for cash, so when this archaeologist lady starts advertising for some poor sod to handle the digging and the heavy labour and maybe a bit of the security on the side, Graves says screw it all to the empty flat he hasn’t paid rent on for the last two months and goes.

It was potentially not a great decision. Because, you know, sand, but also the fact that the archaeologist lady is fucking insane. The bit she hadn’t advertised in black and white newspaper print? The site they were uncovering was where some complete nutjob of the ancient world had tried to release a demon. The other bit she hadn’t advertised - although, to be fair to her, she may not have known this at the time - was that the nutjob was still there.

Like. It’s been several thousand years. Chill, dude. Take your bandage trailing self back to the creepy sculpture tomb and take the rest of the millenia off. Don’t send tiny minions of darkness out to attack members of the dig team and steal their cufflinks, that’s just rude. Don’t unleash giant serpents on the party when they get a bit close to a private area, just, I don’t know, put up a sign? Keep out, the snakes here grow to the size of the fucking sun and get defensive about their eggs? That’d do it. And for fucks sake, don’t kidnap Graves and squirrel him away to some cavernous underground lair, why would you even do that, why is that even a thing.

“I don’t speak Egyptian,” Graves says for the eighty seventh time.

“I donnnnn’tt sssea-kuh pptiannnnnn,” the mummy repeats, tilting its head and standing way too close. Personal boundaries, dude. Respect them.

“And you shouldn’t be speaking anything at all you pile of rotting corpse flesh. How are you even - do you even have a tongue under all those bandages or has it shrivelled and fallen off?”

Graves, maybe, is not handling his surprise abduction very well. It was fairly unnerving to be singled out as soon as the mummy had found their group, and even more unnerving to be targeted by a flying demon with a literal skull for its head that shot ropes out at unreasonable speed how the fuck does it do that and basically, Graves has had a hard day. He feels he’s allowed to be pissy with the mummy, and the mummy is being entirely unfair when it dips its head and gives him a wounded expression. How does it even manage that when none of its face is visible. How.

“Stop it,” he orders.

The mummy does not. The mummy goes one step further and takes Graves’ hand, leading him through a series of stone benches and messily stacked shelves that seem to form some kind of workshop. Maybe a mad scientist laboratory, but Graves is slightly mixing up his horror stories there, so who knows. Although the mummy isn’t quite acting how an evil mummy ought - he doesn’t shuffle, doesn’t moan, hasn’t actually tried to drain the life out of everyone. He’s just kidnapped Graves, that’s all. And now he’s stopping to talk to a tree full of tiny little - what are those, tree demons? One of the tree demons clambers up his arm and starts fussily tucking loose bandages back into their proper place.

Demons are not quite the horrific things Graves had thought they were. It’s all very confusing and he needs a drink, because now the mummy has led him to a giant stone carving of - a bird? Hawk, maybe, the egyptians liked those. The ominous clouds and thunderbolts the artist has added on are somewhat imposing, but for the most part it looks like a bird. Few too many wings maybe.

The mummy stands next to it and looks hopeful.

“It’s very nice?” Graves tries.

The mummy replies with a string of words he doesn’t understand. It frowns at his blank incomprehension, then slowly, labouriously, sounds out: “Helpp. Grinnnnndlewaldd trrap. Grinnddlewalllld hhelp.”

Which, since when did the mummy speak english. And who the fuck was Grindlewald, and why the fuck did the mummy think Graves was someone called Grindlewald. Graves was not Grindlewald. Graves would remember trapping - oh fuck. 

The demon. The mummy had been trying to release a demon when he’d been cursed into mummy-dom, Graves remembers this. 

“You,” Graves said. The mummy perked up hopefully and dammit, it wasn’t at all cute. “You’ve been guarding your trapped demon for fuck knows how many thousand years. You have, don’t even try to deny it, you’ve dedicated your immortal unlife to a demon.”

“Ffrannnnnk,” the mummy corrects, because of course the mummy has called his stone-entombed demon bird Frank. Because this is Graves’ life.

He squashes the completely illogical urge to feel guilty when he admits that, “I’m not Grindelwald. I don’t know how to help, I’m just - I’m just Graves.”

The mummy points to a painted wall over the other side of the room with a petulant stamp of his foot. It shows a man who looks strikingly like Graves, seriously fucking scarily like Graves, standing about three times as high as everyone else in the mural. 'Everyone else’ being a collection of people with whips corralling hosts of different sized demons ready to be turned into stone. Graves recognises the giant snakes and even the tiny tree demon.

“Oh,” Graves says.

“Frrannnnkk,” the mummy insists again. “Hhelpp.”

And that is how, dear readers, Graves discovered that he was a despotic evil wizard in a past life. It was not the best discovery he could have made.

(Although maybe it kinda was because the mummy, once he realises that Graves is a. not evil and b. incompetent takes it upon himself to teach Graves the magic his past self used to throw around like glitter bombs. Between the two of them they break the enchantments and release Frank, who turns out to be able to summon storms and Graves has never in his life been so happy to stand in the rain and get soaking wet.

Eventually, they even release the bindings that keep Newt trapped in his desert prison.

And, well, Graves could call it a day there but he’s got used to having Newt shuffling around after him with various bandages unravelling in his wake and assorted demons pouncing on the trailing ends like over grown cats. The horrified shrieks the tree demon makes when one of the bandages actually tears will haunt Graves’ dreams, but the way the mummy coos and shushes the little thing as he sews himself back together is adorable enough to make up for it.

No. What. Graves doesn’t think the mummy is adorable. Stop it. Graves will travel the world with his entirely non-adorable mummy and attached host of demons and he absolutely does not stand around sometimes with a silly little smile on his face while the mummy fusses over the latest rescued stray and he one hundred percent is not completely head over heels for an ancient undead pile of cloth and stitches. He’s not.

The mummy deposits a baby hippopotamus demon in his arms - or this one might actually be a baby hippopotamus in the completely non-demonic sense, it’s hard to tell - and happily declares that this one is called Ggeorrrge, and, well. 

Fuckit. The mummy’s adorable.)

Rollercoaster: Part 1

Fandom: The Flash

Pairing: E-2 Harrison Wells x Reader

Words: 1406

 A/N: Harry is a little bit ooc and I’m sorry for that, but I just wanted him to be a little goofy. Also, this is gonna be a series. So here’s the first part! Enjoy!

When Earth-2 Harrison Wells, or as Cisco liked to call him, Harry, came to your Earth, you were cautious around him. The Harrison Wells you all thought you knew ended up being evil, so you all kept your eye on this one. Although he was a dick to you and the rest of the team, he was just a desperate father wanting his daughter back. You were sympathetic towards him. Therefore, you helped him as much as he could. Sure, you weren’t a science person since you worked for the Human Resources portion of Star Labs, but that didn’t stop you from trying to understand what the heck was going on.

You sort of tuned out when Harry, Caitlin, Cisco, and Barry started going all science-y talk. Something about speed force and going mac whatever. You sighed and interrupted them, “I’m going to Jitters. Anyone want anything?”

“No, thank you! I think we’re fine!” Caitlin said and you walked away as they continued to discuss.

It was night and a little chilly. You bundled up into your cardigan as you walked. You decided not to take a car because you figured it was going to be a nice warm night. Oh, how wrong you were. As you continued to walk, you suddenly felt like there was a presence behind you. You immediately took your pepper spray out of your bag and held it tight. You then turned around and you bumped into the person. Turns out, it was Harry.

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anonymous asked:

(I don't have a tumblr or I'd probably tell you i love your writing on everything you write) thinking about the leader of the free world presidency, I just realised, have the Barton-Hills ever gone on diplomacy trips and had meet-awkwards with security members of other diplomats, or high ranking criminals that they met while they were shield agents? or steve wanders off and gets himself caught up in a revolution?

Merry Christmas, Anon :D

Title: Nomad, The Man Without Political Office
Rating: Teen and Up
Summary: Vice-president Steve Rogers liberated a small country. AGAIN.
Warnings: None.

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“Steve, you can’t…” Clint pinched the bridge of his nose, wishing they weren’t having this conversation at twenty-five thousand feet. “I can’t believe I’m saying this. Steve. You cannot sneak away to foment revolution in small Eastern European countries when we are visiting adjoining small Eastern European countries on diplomatic junkets.”

“I wouldn’t say I fomented, it was fomenting already,” Steve said. “I just gave it a little kick in the pants.”

“You broke into the palace, stole incriminating documents from a safe, terrorized the state newspaper into publishing them, and organized an entire presidential election,” Hill said. “I mean, I’d be angrier if I wasn’t so impressed, you get a lot done in seventy-two hours when you put your mind to it.”

“I don’t sleep much,” Steve said. “Anyway, it was successful, so who’s mad at me? Nobody. Well, nobody still at large.”

“I am, for the record,” Tony said, pacing back and forth on the opposite side of Air Force One’s main conference room. “Partly because you didn’t warn me, partly because you didn’t invite me along.”

“You’re just mad I took Bucky instead,” Steve said.

“Like old times,” Bucky said nostalgically.

“But mostly,” Tony finished loudly, “because I now have to handle the several nearby countries that are terrified by this development and rattling their not inconsequential swords.”

“I’ll fight’ em,” Steve declared.

“You’re the vice president of the United States,” Clint continued doggedly. “You can’t be seen to be interfering so blatantly in the governance of other countries. You’re not Captain America anymore.”

“Temporarily,” Steve said. “Just until the next administration. Besides, I didn’t go in as Steve Rogers OR Captain America.”

Tony clicked a button on his phone. The flatscreen television beeped, turned on, and automatically tuned to the local news. A man in a black combat suit with gold accents and a full-face mask that showed only his eyes and stopped just above his ears (to display a full head of perfect golden hair) was leading a triumphant, democratically-elected new president of Lotovia into the former royal palace.

“Lotovia borders on Latveria,” Tony said. “Victor von Doom, ruler of Latveria, is not pleased with anti-monarchist democratic revolutions so close to his homeland.”

“Nobody knows that’s me,” Steve said.

“Everybody knows that’s you,” Hill replied.

“Nobody can prove it’s me,” Steve insisted.

“Steve, there’s an entire Reddit dedicated to whether you butt matches Nomad’s butt, which isn’t hard to compare because you wear a lot of booty shorts,” Tony said. “Not that I’m not one hundred percent Team Booty Short, but I think the Nobody Knows I’m Nomad ship has sailed.”

Steve crossed his arms. “Democracy needs its champions,” he said.

Clint let his head fall to the table, sighing. Bucky patted the back of it. Clint batted him away.

“I assigned you to keep him from doing this again,” he said, turning his head to eyeball Bucky. “I said, Steve can’t be allowed to sneak off and depose a dictator again. I said, Bucky, that you needed to keep him to his official agenda.”

Bucky shrugged. “You’ve read history books about us. You shoulda known better.”

“Look, I know there’s politics involved,” Steve said. “I know we can’t just invade every country we think isn’t being democratic enough and as vice president I have to behave myself. But it’s just one little country, and I wore a mask.”

Clint rubbed his eyes. “Tony?”

“I’m fixing it,” Tony sighed. “I’m smoothing over hurt feelings. I’m arranging for the imprisonment of several generals who were propping up the evil king. I’m a damn good boyfriend, and you owe me apology sex,” he said to Steve.

“Like…right this minute?” Steve asked, flushing.

“Sex in airplanes is bad for my blood pressure,” Tony said, before literally everyone else in the room could object to the discussion. “Clint, there’s ice cream in the fridge, go eat ice cream and take a nap. By the time we land this will all have been like a bad dream. Bucky, do your creepy bodyguard thing. Hill, aren’t you busy toppling the Patriarchy?”

“Not this week, but thank you for clearing my schedule for it,” Maria replied. “I have some lobbying I could be doing, I’ll use the aft office.”

The President, the First Lady, and the rest of the assembled staff were just about out of the conference room when Tony finally leaned over Steve and murmured, in a voice that said he’d risk his blood pressure, “So…where do you keep that skintight Nomad outfit, anyway?”

Staring

Pairing: GWash x readaer

Prompt: gwash x reader where he sees the reader somewhere and is astounded by their attractiveness or smthn but the reader is kinda like “is he staring at me or the space around me bc i can’t tell and it’s intimidating” please ????

TW: None

Word Count: 1065

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He’d been staring at you for ten minutes now.

You couldn’t help but wonder what it is that you did.

You were sitting in a bookstore, currently, in the little section that was set aside for people to work on their laptops, or read, or just enjoy the little coffee shop that was attached. You were currently doing a bit of work, seeing how your wifi had gone out at home, and there was an important document that you needed to go ahead and finish, but you couldn’t do that without the proper research materials. You’d actually bothered to clean up, and dress nicely, seeing how you’d be in public working for an extended period of time, and even though you were sure there were college kids doing the same thing you were, in sweatpants and t-shirts, it made you feel just a bit better to appear presentable.

You’d been working for about twenty minutes when another patron came in, and sat down. He didn’t seem to have a book, or a laptop…and he wasn’t ordering coffee…maybe he was meeting someone? You couldn’t help a glance here or there…he was cute, even if he looked pretty intimidating. He had a heavy gaze, and a strong jaw that was set in a frown. You were pretty sure that was just how his face rested. But in one of the time you’d ventured a glance, he was looking back at you.

You hadn’t realized just how hard that gaze was, until it was settled on you. You gave a start, and turned back to your laptop, hurriedly typing again and busying yourself with the document, even if you were just sort of treading water to make yourself look busy. Two minutes later, you tried again, and he was still staring. You flushed, and kept working. It wasn’t a creepy look, he was just…kinda staring.

You started to wonder if he’d zoned out…that wasn’t unheard of, you’d certainly done it before. But…it was odd, he still seemed sort of self-aware. Finally, you glanced back at him enough that he seemed to realize what he was doing, and quickly avert his eyes to the table in front of him, suddenly finding something really interesting in his hands.

You closed your laptop and put it away, deciding you wanted to at least tell him it was alright, and you’d done the same thing before. You slipped into the seat across from him, and he gave a sigh as his covered his face with his hands.

“I am…so, so sorry.” He sighed, still not able to look at you. Ironic, seeing how he couldn’t look away only a few moments before.

“No, no, it’s alright. I’ve zoned out before too. It’s fine.” You laughed a bit, and finally, he took his hands away from his face to look at you again. His gaze didn’t seem so hard now, so he must have been either actively trying to appear less intimidating.

“I am so sorry.” He sighed, shaking his head a bit and looking away again. “God, I must have made you feel so uncomfortable.”

“No, um…actually, I was kinda…glancing at you too.” You gave a nervous laugh and, lucky for you, that seemed to balance out the atmosphere, just a little.

He asked you why you were there, and you talked about the document you were trying to finish. You learned he was involved in government, but he didn’t really elaborate. However, he did specify that he was waiting for a co-worker of his, Alex. You made small talk. His name was George, apparently, and you commented on how that was nice. You also learned he had a nice smile, but something told you that smiles were rarer for him, at least genuine ones like the one he showed you.

“Sorry I’m late, sir!” The man who came nearly jogging in had his laptop under one arm, and a cup of coffee in the opposite had. His hair was messily tied back, with strands starting to slip and slide out of place, and deep circles made against his tan skin. “Oh, uh…sorry, am I interrupting something?” He stopped when he saw you, getting a sly smile on his face.

“No. We were just talking.” George cleared his throat, and nodded a it to introduce the two of you. “(Y/N), this is Hamilton. Hamilton, (Y/N).”

“Don’t mind me, sir, if you two have something you need to-”

“That’s enough, Alexander.” George frowned, cheeks flushed, which was such a stark contrast to the glare in your eyes that it made you laugh, just a little.

“I probably need to get going anyway.” You said, standing and slipping the receipt from your coffee across the table to him, on the back of which you’d written your name, and number. “Bye, George.” You stood, and slipped your bag onto your shoulder. Alexander slipped into your seat as you walked away, and you heard him ask, in what he thought was a quiet tone, just who you were. You held your hand to your mouth, trying to keep from laughing as your cheeks flushed again. Hopefully you’d be seeing more of Mr. Washington…

~~~~

It was about a day later when you got a text message from a new number.

Unknown: I want to apologize for Hamilton, yesterday.

Unknown: This is George Washington, by the way.

You smiled at your phone, and saved the number as GWash. Only time would tell if that name would change.
GWash: Do you want to meet tomorrow? Maybe for dinner?

You: Sure thing! Where?

GWash: You can choose, and meet me there. I’d offer to pick you up, but I could understand if you’re uncomfortable with that.

You chuckled a bit at his attempts to make sure he didn’t make you uncomfortable, considering the more…unconventional way that you’d met. It was sweet, really. Most people wouldn’t go to the extra trouble. You sent him the name of your favorite restaurant, seeing how it wasn’t too fancy, and, in your mind, perfect for a first date.

GWash: See you tomorrow then.

The text seemed impersonal, like the two of you had just made a business lunch, rather than a dinner date. But you got the feeling that he didn’t text often.

This was going to be a fun experience.

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This was a cute little prompt. Hope you all enjoyed the blitz!!

Love, Rosalie

Prison Guard part 1~ Wonwoo

Originally posted by hotgirlsbeinghot

Prison Guard


Reader x Wonwoo


Description: You’ve been arrested and charged with armed robbery and attempted murder and have been in prison for 3 years and you must say….the prison guard on your floor is very good-looking.


Originally posted by gyuhan-17


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Rise and Shine ladies, early bird gets the worm lets go!!!”

You groaned as you heard one of the prison guards scream for you to wake up and start the day. It was an everyday routine for you guys: wake up, eat breakfast, workout, free time, lunch then dinner with some jobs in between. It was very boring.


In the court room you were proven guilty by the judge and the majority of the jury, adrenaline pumped through your veins as you thought of all the excitement that clouded your thoughts: getting into fights with other women, having a roommate, owning power and having woman bow down and occasionally offer sexual favors to you in return for safety. You thought it would be fun until you got here and realized it was the same boring shit. Thank God you had a good lawyer and you would be out of here in 6 months.. another year at the latest.


It was lunch time and you were eating lunch with your cell mate and partner in crime, Stephanie. Stephanie was charged with possession of marijuana and first degree murder, she definitely isn’t a girl you fuck with but over the years she isn’t so bad.


Your lunch was interrupted by a prison guard licking his lips and blowing on his whistle. You looked around in confusion: the guard was making an announcement but for what?. You were the eyes and ears in this place and you haven’t heard or seen anyone do anything wrong..at least not anyone that would get us all in trouble and have a guard go out his way to make an announcement. By the look on everyone’s face no one knew what was going on either. You sighed in relief of not being the only one.

“Listen up ladies! A lot of you guys having been causing a little bit of trouble, fighting, being disrespectful and most of yall can’t seem to get ya grubby hands outta trouble… this Here is Mr. Jeon, he’s a new attention to the team. I want yall to be respectful…undastand??” The prison guard yelled in his thick southern tone


You licked your lips and tried to look over people to see what the new guard looks like but with your short height you couldn’t even make out a silhouette. You sucked your teeth in annoyance. It was so boring around here, it would be nice to see something new. It would be like getting a shiny new toy on Christmas. “Oh well” you thought “ guess I’ll have to wait and see”

~~~~~~bed time~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


“Lights out ladies! If I see any yall up there’ll be consequences ya hear!” You laid on the top bunk trying to rest your eyes and sleep but couldn’t. For some reason your mind was on your new guard: was he nice? Was he hot ? Was he tall?. You sat up and walked up to the cell gate and looked out of it hoping you’d get a good view of him.

You then got startled by the sound of metal hitting metal. You heard the familiar sound of hand cuffs hitting what sounded like the very same gates you wee leaning on.


You looked up and saw a tall man with dark black hair, brown eyes, plump lips and he had a very intimated facial features. You bit your lips and felt your core getting wet. Mhmmm he sure did look delicious.
He slid the handcuffs against the cell gate and chuckled lightly.

“What’s funny? I wanna laugh too?” You asked

He shook his head and continued to chuckle. He finally sighed and ceased his laughter.

“Have a nightmare jagi, can’t go back to sleep?”

“Jagi?” The word sounded familiar and then it hit you…the new guard is Korean! The thought only made you more wet but you insisted on playing hard to get.

“No, I didn’t feel like sleeping”

“Hmmm, well boss called lights out and rules are rules…why don’t you be a good little girl and go back to bed hmm? ”

“But oppa!!!”

You saw the guard tense up and he gave you a stern look. His face got closer to yours.

“What?” You asked innocently “are you not Korean or something, I mean you did call me jagi”

“ I am- look doesn’t matter if I’m Korean or not. Get your ass back in that bunk and I won’t tell you again!” His voice boomed and you playfully put your hands up and surrender. “Or what Mr.J you gonna handcuff to this cell and fuck me mercilessly. He sighed in defeat

“Just go back to bed okay? I’m not in the mood” he said walking back to his station

“O-okay bye Mr J! See ya tomorrow” You said bouncing up and down waving a farewell to him

He raised his hand also signaling a farewell.

~~~


It was breakfast and as always Stephanie sat next to you.

“Who were you talking to last night” she asked in a whispered tone which was weird a lot of other girls were talking too, it wouldn’t matter what you said, everyone was involved in their own conversation.

“What are you talking about?, I was asleep” you said shaking you head Stephanie had an annoyed look on her face

“I’m not dumb, you were talking to that new prison guard”

You pressed your lips in a straight line

“Okay and ?” You said very annoyed. You were trying to finish your food and her bombarding you with questions wasn’t helping.

“Look Y/N he’s bad news I’ve heard a lot about him. Just be careful alright?”

“He’s just a prison guard what has a done wrong?”

“I don’t know but a lot girls have been talking about him, keep saying he’s not what he seems, just be careful okay” Stephanie had a look of worry and defeat on her face. You were stubborn and she new she wouldn’t be able to convince you to stay away but if you promised her to be careful that would be a plus for her.


Throughout your boring routine you had Mr. J on your mind. His deep voice ,lips and hair all captived your thoughts and for once you were excited to go to sleep because you knew he would be patrolling your unit and you thought of a plan to get closer to him. He was like a new toy.. a new toy you wanted to play with and you weren’t gonna stop Til you do.


Night time rolled around and everyone had gone to sleep and you specifically made sure Stephanie was asleep. Wouldn’t want to be scolded again


You again leaned against the cell gate and looked out the best you could for Mr J. Couple of minutes rolled by and you were about to give up. You turned around, your back against the cell gates having you view face that bunks and a sleeping Stephanie. You felt a cool breathe on your neck and you almost moaned deeply already knowing who it is.


“Have a nightmare Jagi, can’t go back to sleep?”

You smiled and turned around “I’ve been waiting for you…… you don’t understand how much I wanna rip that uniform off”

He smiled and chuckled lightly “Well you won’t be tearing any uniform off if you keeping bad now won’t you?”

You nodded your head in agreement “ And besides if you were to tear it off , you’d be violating a serious offense” You rolled your eyes and bit your lip “ I’m already in the slammer, you think I give a damn about violating laws…look at me Mr. J and tell me you don’t want me to”

Mr J groaned and got closer, so close you can feel his lips centimeters from your breathing hungrily. “Go to bed Y/N, before we do something we can’t take back”

He forced himself to walk away from the cell, knowing if he stayed longer he’d take you on the bunk and make you scream Til your throat ached in pain .


It was free time and you got Called on the intercom to the bosses office. You gulped in fear…the last girl that got called to the office didn’t make it out alive…at least that was the rumor.
The guard that was suppose to be escorting you was busy and told you to walk to the office your self. But you knew the guard was just being a lazy ass.


As the office came into view you saw the door was opened and had thoughts of waking in but stopped when you saw Mr J already in the office talking to the boss and couldn’t help but ease drop.

“-just a few more days and then he’ll call you to confirm the plan”

“ I don’t know how long I can keep this up and how do you know his plan is legit… I’m not even the real deal!” Mr J yelled

“ you know what they say… the mafia gets stronger in the summer” the boss said patting Mr Js back.

“What did he mean he wasn’t the real deal? What he mean by saying the mafia is stronger in the summer??” You thought

Suddenly heard Stephanie’s voice in your head.

-keep saying he’s not what he seems, just be careful okay” her words played like a record in your head. You shook your head getting rid of the thoughts and knocked on the door signaling your existence.


~~~workout time~~

“Come one ladies put your back into It!!”

You stopped jogging out of breathe as Stephanie ran up, stopping beside you also out of breathe.

“ So what did you and that guard talking about?” Stephanie asked “ I don’t know what your talking about ” you said panting, trying to caught your breathe

Stephanie rolled her eyes and patted your back trying to help you catch your breathe.


Around lunch time two girls got into a fight and now the boss is mad.. for a couple of weeks we don’t have free time and have to be escorted and do everything individually like taking showers..which is where the girls fought.
You we’re happy and sad about this situation. 1. You wouldn’t have horny girls try to have their way with you when a group of you shower and 2. Since there was so much of you, you wouldn’t see mr. J often. Instead of having Mr J you would have this very creepy guard that claimed he had a lazy eye and would watch you but you were very determined. You wanted Mr J badly and you could tell he wanted you too…you just couldn’t resist those mysterious eyes. That night you thought of a plan.

~~~~shower time~~~~~~


It was bed time in the cells and you made sure to avoid every prison guard on your floor to not have time to shower. While the guards let you and the rest of the inmates have free time or workouts, you made sure to get extra dirty then normal.

When the boss called lights out you stayed up as usual and leaned against the cell gate waited for him to walk by. A mischievous grinned crossed your lips as you heard the familiar sound of handcuffs hitting the cells gates as a person walked by. “He’s here” you thought

He stopped in front of your cell and walked up to the cell gates, grabbing it and leaning into you close. So close that you can feel his breathe hitting your lips, teasing you and silently telling you to get closer to feel his lips on yours.

“Have a nightmare Jagi, can’t go back to sleep?” He asked “No…I can’t sleep and I haven’t showered” you said sighing “Why haven’t you showered…it’s protocol?” He asked in confusion “Well my guard is creepy and I meant when I said that I’d love to tear that uniform off and show you how bad I was to lend me 3 years in prison” you flipped your hair and bit your lip, trying to look as seductive as possible. Your plan seemed to work because you saw his bulge get harder as his breathe hitched. “Y/N I told you that’s a serious offense but I will let you shower…it is protocol”

You heard the sound of keys and then a loud bang, which meant he opened up your cell.

“Thank you Mr J ” you said playful rubbing his arm

“ mhmm you be a good girl or else your ass will be back in that cell”


You two walked side by side too the washrooms. He had one had on your Wrist which was accessorized by a pair of cold metal handcuffs and his other hand on his holster in case you tried anything. He stood by the door and un cuffed you, pushing you gently in a way of the showers. You slowly undressed your self and turned on the shower. You moaned silently as the warm water touched your skin, your eyes closed in bliss.
You opened your eyes to see Mr J starring at you hungrily.


You smirked and sassily remarked “ you need something Mr J”

He cleared his throats and turned back around “ just hurry up Y/N, I’m on patrol tonight”

You continued showering and bit your Lip, rubbing your clit subconsciously. “This is it” you thought in your head “ time for the plan”

You fell to the floor holding your ankle screaming and pretending to cry: the plan was to act like your broke your leg

“Ahhhh!!!! Fuck my ankle!!”

Mr J ran to your side with look of worry. You laid your head on his chest and cried, silently praising your self for your awesome acting skills. You quickly took action by rubbing your clit again and moaning while grinning. He looked very upset and got up to leave but you pulled him back down to the shower floor just in time.

“Dammit Y/N I told you it’s a serious-” “Offense ” you said finishing his sentence

“I know but I want you and you want me too and we’re all alone” you said caressing his cheeks

“I promise I’ll take care of you, no one will have to know”

He pressed his lips against yours roughly as if he has been holding in the feeling for too long. He picked you up and slammed you against the shower wall, feeling his wet clothes against your bare skin. His tongue danced with yours as he rubbed your clit. You moaned loudly and he kissed you to muffle your moans. Just because you were alone didn’t mean that people weren’t near..there were still other inmates as well as prison guards.

You snuck a hand in his pants, rubbing his cock and feel how hard he was for you. You waisted no time dropping to your knees and pleasuring him with your mouth, licking and sucking the tip. He groaned and grabbed a handful of your wet hair, grinding into your mouth hitting the back of your throat. He finally decided he couldn’t take it anymore and pinned you to he floor on your hands and knees. Teasing your core by rubbing his cock on it, spreading your juices.

“Please Mr J do something”

“I think it’s a little too late to be formal…call me wonwoo” he said and with that he thrusted into you deeply and you moaned at the size. The only sound that could be heard was the sound of water, skin slapping and the sound of your moans and his. You clenched your walls around him letting him know you were close and by his lazy thrusts he was too. He grabbed your hair and continued thrusting, finishing you both off. You came and you moaned out of breathe at the intense orgasm but he was done, he was far from done.


He faced your clit and gave it kitten kisses. Gently tasting you but before diving in he teased your clit by inserting two fingers hitting your G-stop deliciously.. you almost came again right then and there. He waisted no time and sucked on your clit still fingering you. You moaned out his name and grabbed his hair trying to create more friction with his tongue. You came quickly, your second orgasm more intense than the first. He turned off the shower and stares into your eyes intensively… but you were both cut off by the sound of static both looking to the direction of his walkie talkie which surprisingly wasn’t damaged when the shower was on “Wonwoo do you copy…fuck answer me god dammit” the boss yelled

“Copy, what’s up” wonwoo said “He’s here Won…he’s coming for you”



A/N: dun dun duuuuunnnn…I know I know I’m mean 😱🙈. Part 2 will be coming out soon.

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BTS Reaction to hearing you sing in the shower

Jin: He’s so sweet he’d wait till you got out of the shower and probably keep it to himself for a while, like his own little thing.  He’d sometimes stand by the door to listen to you (not creepy tho???) until one day you caught him outside the bathroom and when you asked why he was there he’d immediately start praising your voice while apologising for being kinda creepy, then ask politely if you’d sing around him more since he loved your voice so much.

Yoongi: Yoongi knows very few limits with you so if he heard you singing beautifully in the shower, he’d just come into the bathroom and compliment you on your voice until you forced him out because you were showering.  Later in the night he’d tease you about it but secretly hopes you’ll just keep doing it.  He might ask you to sing him to sleep or even secretly record you because he loves it so much.

Hoseok:  The moment he hears your velvety voice from the shower he’d freak out, of course he’d wait till you were done in the shower but right when you opened the door he’d be standing there with a huge smile on his face, already begging you to sing to him.  He asks you a million times why you don’t usually sing around him because your voice is so nice, he thinks you should just walk around singing all the time.

Namjoon:  Smol Namjoon would get so giddy and happy after finding out you could sing, he’d be thankful you were in the shower so you didn’t hear his squeal of excitement, one more thing he could love about you.  He’d be a little shy to bring it up later on, because he thinks you’ll call him creepy for listening but he’ll start humming and singing for the rest of the week hoping you’ll join in with him or just sing to him.

Jimin: He wouldn’t want to come in while you were showering, but he also wanted to praise you immediately for your voice, so he just decided he’d stand on the other side of the door and yell encouragements at you.  He’d be so excited to know you could sing because now he had another person to just sing with.  If you weren’t confident enough to just sing around him, he’d probably take a note from Namjoon and start singing until you join.

Taehyung:  Like Yoongi, he doesn’t have many boundaries with you so he’d just casually walk into the bathroom while you sung in the shower, but instead of saying anything, he’d just start singing with you.  After you were thoroughly startled, complimented and apologised to, Tae would leave the bathroom with that adorable box smile, already making a mental list of the songs he wanted you to sing with him.

Jungkook:  He’s the only one I could see actually getting a little flustered.  He’d hear you singing in the shower through the walls an would just stop in the hall to listen to you, wondering if it were really you.  He’d get a huge smile on his face and probably call one of his hyungs just to say something.  He wouldn’t mention it to you until later, awkwardly complimenting you, praying you wouldn’t say something about him listening to you in the shower.


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Prompt: Dex gets hit. Hard. As in he goes unconscious for a few minutes. Nursey is not ok

It happens in slow motion, and every single fucking detail is burned into Nursey’s mind. He doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to forget the sound Dex made as he crashed into the boards, or the lurching in his stomach when the ref blew the whistle and Dex wasn’t getting up, why isn’t he getting up, Jesus Christ Dex please get up.

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Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Stuart Stilinski/Reader/Void!Stuart
Words: 3,151
AN: Okay so here is Part 3. There will be one more part. Thanks to @toppunks for reading and fixing my half asleep mistakes for me.

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You watched slack jawed as Void got dressed. He chuckled, amused by your speechlessness. “You honestly can’t say you didn’t see this coming.”

You hadn’t. “I don’t understand.”

“Stiles thought he had this all planned out, but he was wrong.” He pulled Stuart’s beanie over his head. “He wanted to get rid of Stuart and I was going to let him, but when I saw all those things in Stuart’s head about you, I had to see for myself what the big deal was.”

You frowned, your arms instinctively crossing over your naked chest.

He walked closer, leaning forward so he was right in front of you. “I wasn’t disappointed.”

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