we had to wait for the other kids to leave

The Arrangement (pt 7)

A/N: I lied, the angst shall come in the upcoming part.

When you and Jimin returned to your parents, still holding hands, you found all four huddled near Jimin’s mom’s phone, staring at something. 

“Look at how cute they are!” she practically squealed. You saw your parents also smiling warmly at the screen. 

“Hey, what do you got there?” Jimin asks, startling everyone as they didn’t see you both return. 

“Oh, just the photo I took this morning!” his mom said, not even trying to hid it.

“eomma!” Jimin protested.

“What, it’s cute. Take a look for yourself” she said as she handed you both the phone. You and Jimin looked at the photo and you felt yourself blush looking at the picture. You both looked so….comfortable. So peaceful even. You could have fooled anyone. But of course, you both were actually going to be trying now right?

“At this rate, we can be expecting grandchildren in no time!” His mom continued.

“EOMMA!” Jimin protested again, this time even louder. 

“WHAT? We’re not going to lie, we figured it would take you both to get to know each other and get comfortable being a married couple but you guys seem to be getting along wonderfully. Well of course, it’s been a few months since you’ve been married, but still! And we’re not going to live forever, is it so bad to want grandchildren already?” his mom whined back.

You and Jimin just stood there, flustered. 

The following weeks were….pretty great. You and Jimin followed a similar routine from before his parents had arrived at your house, but you two were far more comfortable with each other. Many nights, you both stayed up hours learning more and more about each other. 

One night, you were about to start getting the groceries ready for cooking when Jimin’s father had come to the kitchen.

“Me and the Mrs. are going to have a date of our own tonight Y/N, so no need to make dinner for us as well. Why don’t you and Jimin go on a date too!” He said excitedly. Jimin’s father was dressed for his date, and you couldn’t help but smile. 

“How do you the two of you do it?” You ask.

“Do what honey?” he asked.

“Be in love as if it’s the first day?” you said, smiling almost sadly. Would you ever had what Jimin’s parents had? What your own parents had? 

“Me and Jimin’s mom… we were like you and Jimin. We also had an arranged marriage. And back then, I was dreading it. But the moment I saw Jimin’s mom, I knew I was whipped. I strongly believe that we are soulmates. And because our marriage is so happy, we only wanted the same for Jimin. We were so worried that the two of you wouldn’t get along, but looks like we didn’t have anything to worry about after all” He said warmly. You only smiled in response. “Good night, sweety” he said, as he retreated back to go and get his wife. 

As they were heading out the door, they ran into none other than Jimin. “Are you two going somewhere?” he asked.

“We’re going on a date!” his mother chimes.

“Oh, have fun!” Jimin says. 

“Yah, why don’t you take Y/N out too? You two haven’t had much alone time since we moved in. This is as much for you guys as it is for us” his father whispers as he heads out the door. 

“Bye kids! Don’t wait up for us!” his mother says loudly as she closes the door behind them, leaving a flustered Jimin standing at the door, looking towards you. 

“Hey you” you say, smiling at him,

“Hey” he says, smiling back.

“What are you in the mood for? Looks like it’s just us for dinner” you say, looking back at the groceries. 

“I was thinking Chinese? How about instead of staying in, you can show me that Chinese place you were talking about? I still need to know if it’s better than my place after all” he said, smiling as he ran his hands through his hair. 

You jumped a little in excitement. You were tired today and cooking was the last thing on your mind when you got back from work, so this was a treat. And if you were looking into it, it was your first date with Jimin. 

Jimin smiled at your excitement. He realized he had just asked you out…on a date. Why was that so weird, you were his wife after all. 

“I’ll be ready in a few!” you said, as you almost ran back to the room to change. You looked through your wardrobe, wondering what to wear tonight. Should you dress up? Or go casual? Or would that seem like you didn’t care? But you also didn’t want him to think that you were trying too hard? You quickly scanned through the entirety of your clothes, and finally settled on some dark skinny jeans and your favorite baby pink blouse. 

Jimin had changed quickly outside in the bedroom while you were getting ready, but he too found himself skimming through his wardrobe wondering what to wear. He put on some cologne, making sure it wasn’t overwhelming and headed back to the living room to wait for you.

As you soon came out, he found himself staring at you again. He now had no problem admitting to himself that you were beautiful. The skinny jeans did your legs some justice as they showcased them beautifully. The baby pink was a lovely color that matched your skin tone and your loose curls flowed freely. You were truly stunning no matter what you wore. 

“Is there something on my face…?” you asked when you noticed him staring. You started to wipe at your cheeks and looked at your hands, expecting something to be there.

“Oh..no no, it’s nothing” Jimin said as he smiled and stood up.

You spent the car ride to the restaurant talking about both of your days and eventually started talking about your respective companies. The ride the restaurant was somewhat quick, so your conversation easily flowed even as you sat down at a table. You knew the staff here quite well, even the chef as it was somewhere you frequented. 

The chef came out to greet you and as you held a small conversation with him, Jimin couldn’t stop looking at your smile as you talked to the elderly man. It was then that he realized he hadn’t met one person who didn’t like you. You were well liked by just about everyone and you treated everyone with respect, no matter how rich you were. That was not something he could say for most of the girls he knew, especially his ex.

“Do you have anything in particular you would like to try?” you asked him suddenly, bringing Jimin out of his trance.

“Uhhh” he said as he looked at the menu, realizing he never got the chance to go through it. “Why don’t you just order for us?” he said, not wanting to waste more time.

You ended up ordering Jimin’s favorite and some other dishes as well. He couldn’t help but feel warm when he realized that you had remembered so much about him. 

The food arrived shortly after and Jimin found you staring at him eagerly as he went to go take his first bite, as if you made the food yourself. With the first bite he knew, this place was clearly the winner. The food was delicious, and even though it was a much smaller restaurant and a family run restaurant nonetheless, the taste was far superior. He turned to look back up at you, waiting to eat after hearing his verdict.

“Ok ok…you…you win” he said 

“Yes!!” you said, a little louder than you were working. Some people turned to look in your direction and you became flustered immediately. “oops” you said, finally reaching out to eat some food of your own. 

“How was the food sweety?” the old man asked when both you and Jimin were near done eating.

“You have truly outdone yourself once again Ajusshi. It’s amazing” you said, smiling at him.

“I’m glad you and your husband enjoyed my food” he said, as he took some of the empty plates away. 

“Do you have any room for dessert or are you going down to the dessert stand again?” the man asked as he was about to walk away.

“Hhm…I think I’ll take him to the dessert stand if you don’t mind. I’ll get some dessert here next time!” she said, excitedly. Soon after, you and Jimin paid and left the restaurant. Jimin walked towards his car, but you dragged him away. “It’s only a little walk away from here. Can we walk?” you asked. The weather at night was so pleasant and you couldn’t let go of the opportunity to spend time outside. 

“Sure” he said. You two walked side by side and while it was silent between the two of you for the first time tonight, it was comfortable. Jimin was taking in the scene as he saw all the shops and restaurants nearby. There was a small park to the corner and he could soon smell something sweet in the air. You were just smiling at the pleasant weather, smiling at just about everything. 

“Here we are!” you said a few minutes later. You both had walked up to a small little dessert stand right across from the park. The vendor knew you quite well too, since you would usually get dessert here after having dinner at the chinese restaurant. 

The had a relatively small menu, but they were well known for their fish waffles with soft serve ice cream on top. You knew Jimin secretly had a sweet tooth, and you could see a small smile on his face when he saw all the options. 

“Do you know what you want? I’ve tried I think everything here” you say happily. 

“Uhh I don’t know Y/N! Just get me one of whatever you’re having” he says, turning back to you.

You turn to face the handsome man operating the stand. “I’ll have two of the regulars oppa” you say. 

“Wah, Y/N, haven’t seen you much since you got married” he says, as he starts to fill the waffle iron. Jimin figured you both were going to get the waffle ice cream dessert, but why did you call him oppa?

“Oppa?” he asked, not being able to hold back?

“Yeah, he’s a neighborhood oppa! Me and my parents used to live somewhere nearby when I was a kid and my dad would bring me here a lot as a kid. Me and Jae Hyun oppa grew up together I guess!” you said. 

“Yeah, but she doesn’t come by a lot anymore. Not since you two got married anyways. It’s nice to meet you!” Jae Hyun says as he reaches a hand out to Jimin. Jimin shook his hand, and though he was slightly jealous of your relationship with him, he knew it was harmless. 

“Same ice cream as usual?” he asks you. 

“Uhm, I’ll have the caramel ice cream. Jimin what do you want to try?” you ask.

“Uh, I’ll have the chocolate” Jimin says, quickly skimming through the flavors they had available. Soon after, you both picked your toppings and said farewell to Jae Hyun after paying. 

“Do you want to walk around the park for a bit while we eat this? I wouldn’t want to spill anything in your car” you offered.

“Sure, that sounds nice” he said. He doesn’t really remember the last time he was on a proper date. Although he didn’t know if this was considered one since you were practically leading the way. But that didn’t stop his heart from beating as if it were a first date. He hadn’t had one of those in…years. Not since high school. It was always casual hook ups. Nothing lasted long, except for the relationship with his ex that lasted about half a year. He had soon realized the relationship was toxic and she was only out for his money, so he cut it off with her. 

Jimin didn’t know if he liked the dinner or dessert more, but he knew that he liked spending the time with you. Any of his “dates” would always recommend all the high end places for dinner, so this was actually a real treat. You both strolled the park, that was not too busy this time at night. A few people walking here and there. A few other couples too. Jimin was surprised by how comfortable he was in this situation. He was thoroughly enjoying the night, and any stress he had was slowly melting away, like the ice cream in the waffle. It reminded him of his childhood, when his life wasn’t so full of worries. 

You two eventually sat at a little bench facing a little playground. 

“Hey, I think there’s something on top of your ice cream!” Jimin says, pointing to the ice cream peeking out of the fish’s mouth. 

“What?” you look down at the ice cream and find nothing out of the ordinary. But before you knew it, Jimin had placed his hand under your hand that was holding the dessert and push it up slightly, causing your nose to land on the ice cream. You felt the cold sensation on your nose. 

“Yah!” you almost yelled. “Why’d you do that?!” you asked, but now laughing. You couldn’t help but laugh at the situation, 

Jimin let out a hearty laughter. You looked absolutely adorable with the ice cream on your nose and around your mouth, even though it was just a little. Luckily, you had a napkin and wiped it off shortly after. 

“I used to do that all the time when I was a kid. No one saw it coming!” he said, thinking he had got the best of you. But while he laughed, you took your ice cream and shoved it lightly on his face. He stopped laughing immediately and looked at you in shock. 

“No…YOU didn’t see it coming!” you giggled as you handed him a clean napkin. He started laughing again, realizing that you had got him good. 

You both then sat there in a comfortable silence, just looking out on the empty playground. The breeze blew threw ever so lightly and Jimin turned to look at you. Your hair blew beautifully along with the breeze and the moonlight illuminated wonderfully on your skin. He scanned the outline of your face, and when he eyes landed on the side of your lips, he started to laugh again. 

“What?” you asked, turning to him. “What’s so funny?” you asked again. He just kept laughing. “Well come on, do share what’s funny! I want to know!” you said, nudging him a little at his side.

“You just have a little ice cream left” he said. pointing to the side of your lips. You tried to wipe it away with your napkin but you couldn’t find the spot. Jimin just laughed as you tried to clean yourself. You were so darn cute, he thought. 

He grabbed the napkin from your hand and turned to face you better as you did the same when you felt him take the napkin from your hands. By now, the ice cream had somewhat hardened on your lips, so it was a little harder to wipe off. Jimin inched closer to you, and your heart started to beat uncontrollably fast and you were sure you were a deep red. Jimin soon realized how close he was too, and his initial reaction was to back away. But he was entrapped in your eyes. And without thinking twice, he placed his lips on yours gently. At first, he was scared to even move his lips thinking you wouldn’t kiss him back and truthfully you were a little stiff from the shock. But despite his fears, he slowly moved his lips and he loved the warmth and softness of your lips. And not to mention the sweetness from the ice-cream. He made a mental note to get the caramel ice-cream the next time you both came back.

You really didn’t see it coming. His plump lips on yours felt like heaven. And when he started to move his lips against yours, you were slowly melting. And within seconds, you slowly melted further into the kiss and started to kiss him back. This was the first really kiss you shared with your husband. Not that fake peck on the lips you two shared during the wedding ceremony. 

This, this was amazing. And you knew you were never going to get enough and it would be an addiction. But you were still surprised nonetheless and you had dropped your dessert on the floor in the process. After what seemed like an eternity though, Jimin pulled away from you, allowing you both to breathe. He smiled at you, slightly breathless.  He was so happy that you kissed him back and didn’t turn him down. He knew his feelings for you had grown a lot over the last couple of weeks and he had only hoped that you might feel the same. 

He was too nervous now and didn’t know what to say, so you both turned away flustered. His hands at met yours though, and he intertwined his fingers with yours, like he did back on the picnic. You just continued to smile, still thinking about the sweet kiss. You were too embarrassed to look at your husband, so you chose to look everywhere instead. Your eyes then landed on your little fish waffle on the ground and giggled.

Jimin followed your eyes to the fish on the floor. Thankfully he had finished his long ago, otherwise he knew that his would have been on the floor as well. 

“Don’t worry, we’ll get more when we come back next time” he said, smiling at the fish. 

“Next time?” you asked.

“only if you want” he said, nervous again.

“Of course” you giggled. 

That night contained the first kisses of many to follow. Like couples who first begin dating, you soon found yourselves going out on more and more dates, with more sweet kisses. You soon couldn’t take your hands off of eachother.  And pretty soon, the sexual tension was beginning to eat at you too. 

You both felt it, and some kisses from soft and sweet to hungry and hard. But it never went past that, despite wanting it.

Jimin felt his sexual frustration grow everyday, and he knew you were slightly frustrated too. You two had been married for about 7 months now, and not once had you two slept together. But his parents still lived with them, and the repairs seemed never ending at their home. After all, it was a big house. He wanted his first time with you to be special, and he also didn’t want the risk of his parents hearing or worse, walking in on them. 

But over the last few weeks, you had slowly turned into Jimin’s friend, girlfriend, and wife. You were all those things, and you were now the most precious thing in his eyes. It was crazy how hard he fell for you and how fast, but you were quick to reassure him that you felt the same. One of the greatest things about your relationship was how honest you both were with each other, especially your feelings for one another. 

One evening, Jimin’s parents had come out of their rooms, luggage in hand. 

“The repairs are finally done and we’ll be moving back in tonight. Thank you so much for letting us stay with you both. We know you both would love to spend the time alone, so we’re sorry for imposing for sooo long” Jimin’s mother said. 

“Woah, you’re leaving out of the blue?!” Jimin asked. You and him were cuddled up on the couch, watching a random movie on the couch. 

“Yeah, we just heard that the repairs were done. And we’re homesick too!” Jimin’s father added.

“Awh, I wish I could have made a better meal last night then if I knew it was your last night here” you said. 

“Oh, well we can always have dinner again another time. Please come and see the house when you have time!” his mother said.

You and Jimin paused the movie and walked with his parents as they got ready to leave. 

“Really though, thank you dear. It has been wonderful staying here” Jimin’s mom said as she hugged you. 

“No, I loved spending time with you too Eomma” you said honestly. Sure, you were starting to wonder when they would leave, but you were sad when the moment suddenly came out of the blue. 

You and Jimin watched as his parents drove away and you both smiled as you closed the door. It was weird being in the house alone now. You both just looked at each other awkwardly before retiring back to the couch. 

You pulled yourself close to Jimin again. You loved the warmth that emitted from him and combined with your favorite blanket, you were in heaven. You weren’t really paying attention to the movie as you had already seen it before, but your eyes still focused on the screen. Jimin’s eyes though, were focused on you. 

He started slowly running his hands through your hair, something he had found you had liked immensely. And soon he found himself tracing the outline of the side of your face with his finger. You turned to him, confused. He just shrugged and pretended to look at the movie again. But when he felt your turn your head back to the screen, he turned back to look at you. 

You were so close to him, so why did…why did he miss you? He wanted you and your everything, so he turned your head to face him and placed a warm kiss on your lips. The kiss grew hungrier each second and before you knew it, Jimin was carrying you back into your shared bedroom. 

And well..you know the rest. 

As the sunlight fluttered into the bedroom once again, you woke up tangled in sheets with your husband. He was still asleep, and you loved just look at his sleeping face. Last night was…amazing. He had made you feel things you didn’t realize were possible and while sex wasn’t a foreign subject to you, you felt like you were in a whole new world with Jimin. He made sure you felt loved and were well taken care of, and though the night was pretty much sleepless, you couldn’t feel any happier now no matter how tired you were. You ran your fingers along his lips, and resisted the urge to just kiss your husband awake. 

“Good morning beautiful” Jimin said, smiling with his eyes still closed.

“You’re awake!” you said while giggling. “Good morning, sweets” you said. Though the nickname started off as a lie, it had stuck now. 

Jimin hummed at the name with the smile still on his face. He pulled you in closer to him and you both just laid there, cuddling for a few more minutes before you decided to get up and make something to eat for the both of you. God knew you both were hungry!

7 months ago, you thought your life was cursed. But now, you couldn’t be happier with your husband. You fell in love with a wonderful man, and you had him all to yourself. And you had the rest of your life to spend with him. You already made those promises, even if you didn’t mean them at the time of the ceremony. 

But if only you knew about the pain you would face soon in the future. Would any of this be worth it?

A/N: Sorry, I ended this part kind of weird. And I lied. I thought there would be angst in this part, but there isn’t yet. BUT NEXT PART FOR SURE. 

 F O R . S U R E .

P.s. please let me know what you think of this part. I wasn’t too happy with it, but needed a filler part for the plot I had in mind. I also don’t write smut fyi. 

Previous parts: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Eat me out (M)

Words: 1253

Warning: Smut

Taehyung X Reader

Based on this request

Originally posted by gmndrmr

You knew it was wrong. You knew that you shouldn’t be thinking about that, but you couldn’t help. He was such a tease and you weren’t being able to hold it back anymore.

 Kim Taehyung. He was driving you crazy. He was messing with your head.

 No, he was driving you insane, and that tongue and the way he played with it… Urgh!

Yeah, you were friends, but you couldn’t help but have to deal with your other side. The one that was making you realize how hot Taehyung was, and the fact that you shared apartment with him wasn’t helping at all.

All started after you see a video of him. He was licking his lips in that, putting it out of his mouth teasingly. Shit. Thenceforth, you understood all the girls that always fell for him. You understood the whole “thing” people had about his tongue.

You had to feel it.

  However, you were friends. You couldn’t just go there and say “please eat me out”, or “please use your tongue on me”. Despite the fact Taehyung was ALWAYS with some girl in his room, you were not just a girl. You were his friend and it could ruin it.

 All you used to hear was their moans and curses at his eating out. Usually you didn’t care about it but now that you wanted to be the one who was being eaten out, you were getting upset.

“Come on, fool girl, it’s gonna be fun” he insisted.

 He was going to meet with the boys that night and you were invited. He was in your bedroom, complaining, insisting for you to go with him. But sincerely, all you wanted was to avoid him. Your amusement was too hard to hold back and you needed to release.

“No Tae, seriously, just go. I’ll be fine here” you said for the millionth time.

“Fine. See you later” he said, not happy about your final decision but grabbed his jacket and left your bedroom.

Once you heard the front door being opened and closed, you automatically threw yourself onto the bed.

 You let your mind fly, thinking about all the things he could do to you. How his body would feel against yours… Unconsciously, your hands started exploring your own body, your fingers playing with the waistband of your pants as your other hand rubbed your nipples over your shirt, imagining it was his hand. You closed your eyes, lost in the sensation. You started to let out low moans. It didn’t take long for you to be hissing Taehyung’s name louder and louder, not realizing that the front door had been opened again.

“Y/N have you seen my ke-” Taehyung opened your bedroom’s door, not finishing his sentence when he saw the sight of you touching yourself, calling his name. You froze, your eyes snapped open when you heard his voice.

“Oh my…” You tried to say, but all you could do was sat up on the edge of the bed and stare at him. “Taehyung, I…”

“What are you doing?” he said, starting to walk towards you, eyes widened.

“W-hy did you come back? Oh my god I’m so so-” you started saying but were cut off when he sat beside you and placed one finger on your lips, silencing you.

  “I heard you moaning my name” he said. Your face couldn’t be pinker. You couldn’t be more nervous. Shit shit shit.

“I’m sorry, Tae, I didn’t want to-” You said but he placed one finger on your lips again.

“What were you thinking?” he asked. No. I’m not saying. I’m not telling him. I can’t.

He noticed your hesitation and breathed deeply.

“I’m not gonna ask again”. Ok. Here we go.

“W-Well… I, hum… I was wondering, well, your tongue…” you cut yourself off. Fucking hell, Y/N, just say it.

Before you could think he leaned in and placed his lips against yours, licking your bottom lip and sliding his tongue in. Ah… that tongue.

 At first, you couldn’t move. You couldn’t reply or stop him. Your brain was screaming. What is he doing?

 He pulled away.

“You mean this tongue?” he asked, licking his lips. God. You nodded slowly, watching him. “What do you want it to do?”

“I want you to eat me out” you said and the sec the words left your mouth, you looked away from him, embarrassed.

He chuckled and pushed you backwards softly till your back hit the mattress.

 He spread your legs and placed himself between them, kissing you once again. Then, he traveled down to your jawline and neck.

“You know…” he said between wet kisses, “I never thought that you had a kink for my tongue too”

 One of hands were grabbing your thigh, squeezing it.

“If you wanted me to pleasure you, all you had to do was ask. We are friends” he said.

“I-I didn’t know how… and I thought that it would ruin our friendship” you said shyly, watching his ministrations on your body.

 He took off your shirt, smiling when he saw you weren’t wearing a bra.

“Don’t worry baby girl. We are not kids anymore”

 He took one of your nipples in his mouth, circling his tongue on your nipple as his other hands massaged your other breast. Low whimpers were now leaving your mouth.

“Wait, Tae, what about the boys?” you said

“They can wait” he answered simply. He started kissing your belly, stopping when his mouth reached your pants.

  You noticed that he was fully dressed but didn’t have strength to ask him why. Once your clothes were completely off, he pulled away from you to stare at your body. You felt nervous but didn’t cover yourself.

“Fuck, you’re hot. I can’t wait to taste this pretty pussy of yours” he whispered and let his head disappear between your legs. He kissed your inner thighs, avoiding the place you wanted the most. Fuck you were dripping wet already.

“Tae…please” you whimpered

“Please what?”

“Just eat me out already” you begged. He smiled successfully and his tongue finally find your clit. You gasped, his tongue making small circles on your clit as his finger teased your entrance. He gave you a long, deep lick and breathed in heavily.

“Your taste is amazing” he said. Then, he pushed one finger in, pumping it in and out in a slow pace as his tongue was massaging your clit. He stopped, but just to switch positions. His tongue were now at your entrance and his fingers rubbing your clit. He started to fuck you with his tongue, licking your walls. You couldn’t hold that back anymore, moans and curses leaving your mouth as he started rubbing your clit more harshly.

“Are you liking that baby girl? Is that what you expect about my tongue?” he asked against your pussy, his warm breath sending you shivers. Shit, now you had completely understood the other girls. His damn god tongue was amazing.

“Fuck yes, oh my god Tae” you whimpered. You started to feel that thing in your stomach, and it didn’t take long for you to cum on his mouth.

  He ride your orgasm, his tongue moving rougher and rougher.

Once you were done, he cleaned his face and waiter for you to get dressed.

  “I gotta go, baby girl” he said and placed a kiss against your lips.

“When I am back, maybe I can fuck you with another thing” he said before he turned around and left.

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Suburbia. LRH.

Words: 6,575
Pairing: Luke/Reader
Rating: NC-17 bc hella smut.
A/N: I got carried the hell away. 

Based on Suburbia by Troye Sivan.

I’ve grown familiar with the ritualistic dullness of suburbia. An endless array of houses, all looking the exact same, partitioned by white picket fences was all I’d ever known. Nobody ever left the familiarity. Anyone born in the area spent their whole lives working boring desk jobs, clad in expensive suits and pencil skirts.

Rich housewives spent summer afternoons gossiping beside the backyard pools with icy margaritas in hand, while watching the sweat drip off their hardworking pool boys. All the while, their businessmen husbands spent their evenings rubbing their filthy hands up the thighs of their secretaries.

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anonymous asked:

bts reacting to you saying that you love them out of nowhere <3

a/n: i used a best friend type of scenario - essentially you just confess by saying i love you yEAH YOU GET IT 



lil grape is flustered. whaT DID YOU DO

Originally posted by mvssmedia


“so i can call you my jagiya!”

Originally posted by kths


“wait- oH MY GOD finally. i would’ve confessed first though but i’m glad to hear those words first. i didn’t think you liked me..”

relieved af

Originally posted by bfjoonie


“we can now win the best looking couple in the world.”

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned


“wait.. what?”

when u leave he’d be extra, bragging about u to the others and dancing around.  for instance he’d probably do this to yoongi tbh

Originally posted by exoticmaknae


*smirking* “took you long enough.”

Originally posted by jicooked


“y-you must be kidding me..”


Originally posted by apgujeon

Could you do a scenario of what it would be like if law’s s/o and eustass’s s/o was an amazing chef and they love their s/o cooking and their s/o would tease them and use food a black mail “Cuddle with me” “not right now im busy” “alright then ,I guess I’m not make cake tonight” “come here *cuddles*” requested by briannabrown4878

A/N: I hope you like itttt


You loved to cook. It didn’t matter which kind of dish it was, you simply loved the sight of it and the smile it brought to the faces of your loved ones, when they tasted it. With loved ones, you especially meant your boyfriend Trafalgar Law.

The two of you were together for quite some time now and even though you knew each other very well, there still were a few secrets that were… well… secret. Your love for cooking for example, or better said, your talent for cooking. It never came up in a conversation and you guessed, it wasn’t really important anyways, so why bother telling? And that’s what you did. You never mentioned anything about it, besides that one time.

“And who’s gonna cook for us now?”, Bepo had whined. “We will starve now, right? Either starve or get poisoned!”, he had cried again and flung himself into penguins arms.

Said man had almost lost his balance due to the weight of his crewmate, but caught himself before his face had met the floor. “Calm down, Bepo! Maybe Captain will cook for us?”, he suggested, not really sure about it himself.

“What’s going on, guys?”, you had interrupted the conversation, too curious to stand in the corner any longer.

“Oh, Y/N!”, the bear had screeched and switched from penguins arms into yours. “Dwe dchef dcook is dwick and- and-..”

Confused you had looked over to penguin, your left eyebrow raising shortly after. “What exactly…?”

“The chef has caught a cold and Captain told him he needs to stay in bed and not touch anything in the kitchen- and not touch anything related to you- unless he gets better. ”, he had explained and you let out a quiet sigh. “I mean, we have enough food for a few days left, but we have no one who can really cook them.

I mean, we could try something… but we’ll probably poisen the whole crew afterwards and just die horribly… or we starve to death… horribly.”, he had ended and you felt bepo wailing harder in your arms.

“Relax guys, no one will die. I can cook!”, you had said, letting go of bepo and walked into the kitchen. “Don’t worry, I got you!”

And that’s how it all started. You tried your best to be at the same level as the chef and to be honest, it worked. Everyone loved the dishes you had put down on the table that day, even if it was just something simple, they loved it. It had warmed your heart after you saw that nothing was left and everyone had a satisfied smile on their face.

You couldn’t help but notice that Law had eaten most of it, though. Even the next day you saw your boyfriend eat bowl after bowl and not helping yourself, you started to giggle. He really did like your food, a fact that made you smirk. You could use that information very well.

That evening, after almost everyone went to bed, you quietly walked into Law’s room. All the lights were off, the only source of light the little lamp by his desk, where he sat, a book in his hands and a frown on his face. He did not react to you sneaking in and for a second you thought that, maybe, he might have not heard you.

As quietly as possible you walked over to where he was seated, but before you could reach him, he had stopped you. “What do you think you’re doing?”

You almost slipped, a grip on the shelf next to you, your lifesaver. “God, you scared me.”, you whined, the heart in your chest beating fast.

“You were the one who sneaked into the room.”, without bothering to look up, he changed the page on the book. “Why are you still awake? You need to get at least 8 hours of sleep.”

You opened your mouth, ready to tell him the same, but decided against it. Instead, you walked up to him and slung your arms around his neck. “I want to cuddle.”

“Not now, I will cuddle with you after I’m done with this book.”, he said, not really bothering to wait for your answer, just simply deciding this one.

“Hm, is that so?”, you smirked against his neck. “You know, I actually wanted to make pasta tomorrow… the one you really like, but I don’t think I will… I don’t feel very good.”, you sigh dramatically and loosen your grip on your boyfriend, but a hand on your arm stops you.

“Well, actually, I think I wouldn’t mind you sitting on my lap while I read this book.”, he said. You bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing and walk around the chair he is sitting on, taking a seat on his lap and snuggle your face into the crook of his neck.

Instantly you feel your heart beat faster again and welcome the comfortable warmth that comes from Law’s body. For a few minutes the both of you don’t move, his hands and his head the only things that occasionally move to change the page and to slowly snuggle closer to you.

“Law..”, you mumble sleepily, eyes closed.

“Hm?”, he whispers back. “I thought you were asleep.”

“I want a kiss.”, you whisper back and open your eyes a bit, looking up to his own, only to find them already looking at you.

He hesitates for a few seconds and you think he will decline, so you do the only thing that comes into your mind. “You know, the pudding that I made today…the one you really loved…I think I can do it tomorrow too, but I might need some encouragement, otherwise, I might forget the recipe.”, you bite your lip and look at him, trying your best to look sad.

“I know exactly what you’re doing.”, he whispers, a bit annoyed and a bit amused. “I think you have forgotten who you’re playing with.”

Smiling you look around in the room. “Hm? Sorry, what was that?” He smirks and before either of you can say something, his lips are already pressed against you own. It’s only a short kiss, but still long enough to take your breath away.

“So,”, he whispers against your lips, eyes half closed. “Pudding then?”


Eustass Kid was not someone to play with. That was something everyone knew. You knew that from the first moment and you will probably remember it until your last moment. That red haired idiot was intense, reckless and most of the time angry.

He was a handful, always did things on his own and made you and your crewmates worry about him 24/7. You couldn’t control him, no one really could, and even though he was your captain and your lover, he frustrated you to no end.

“Kid, wait, that makes no sense!”, you had yelled after him, Killer standing right next to you.

“It doesn’t need to make sense, it just needs to work.”, he yelled back from the other side of the room. “They were annoying me; so we will destroy their home. It’s simple.”

You had rolled your eyes, watching the redhead walk towards the door, the masked man following him silently, both of them ready to leave the ship, ready to visit the amateur pirates that had decided to annoy your partner. Honestly, how stupid could they be?

“Seems like I’m not going to cook today, then.”, you had whispered, mostly to yourself, and raised your eyebrows surprised when the two man stopped walking and turned around.

“You’re right.”, the captain spoke again. “It makes no sense, we will just visit, steal some stuff, break a few things and come back to the ship… with dinner… on the ship.”

Confused you raised your hands in the air. “Ugh, you confuse me so much!”, still happy that you somehow got your will though.

And that’s how it really started. You found out that every time you mentioned food, or better said, the food you were making, Eustass kid, the angry, reckless and troublesome Eustass Kid, turned quiet. You had him completely wrapped around your finger, not only him, but the whole crew. The first time you had helped in the kitchen, everyone had complimented the food and even though you knew, you were an alright cook, you never knew it was THAT good. But who are you to complain, right?

Day after day you would blackmail your loved captain with food, always making sure to stay subtle about it. He never noticed anything, or if he did, he ignored it.

You searched for him, a plan already forming in your head and after a few questions to Killer, you found him in his room, talking to one of your crewmates. You stood by the door for a few seconds, not sure if you should come in or stay hidden, but after a while you walked inside.


“Yes, captain!”, and then he walked out, sending you a friendly smile, which you returned happily.

“Hey,”, you greeted the red haired man. “Are you busy?”

“No.”, he answered and briefly checked you out. “At least not for you.”

“You know,” Smiling you walked up to him and stopped right in front of him, trying your best to look innocent. “I really need some new clothes, all of my old ones got destroyed by fights,”, you blinked twice. “or by you.”

“You can buy some as soon as we go on land.. which is in about 2 days. ”, he mumbled, a strong grip on your hips holding you close to him.

“But, there’s this island I saw a few hours ago. If we just change the route a little bit, we can-”

“Absolutely not.”, he let go of you and walked towards his desk, searching for something. “We will definitely not change the route. It will cost us too much time, it doesn’t matter how much clothes you need.”

A sigh left your lips, you knew this was coming. “Alright then. I guess I can’t change it.”, you pouted, but smiled shortly after and went for it. “It’s just so sad, because there’s food missing in the kitchen and I don’t think it will last for two days. At least not for that one bowl of soup you like so much.”

You looked at the floor and sighed again, more dramatic this time. From the corner of your eyes you could see him turn around, watching you for a few seconds before he started to whisper.

“Aren’t you just a little shit?”, then he huffed. “I know exactly what you’re doing. Do you think I’m that easy to play with? Me, Eustass kid? Do you really think, I will change the route, just because of food?”

You raised your eyebrows and crossed your arms, staying silent. You were sure he would fall for it, so sure, but now, you were once again frustrated. For a few seconds neither of you spoke, him glaring at you and you glaring right back.

Then, after a few more seconds, he looked down on his desk, then back up to you. You could practically hear him arguing with himself in his head and after a while, he broke the silence.

“How long did you say will it take to the island?”

You grinned, you just knew it would work.

Ok so i work at a movie theater and it’s pretty fucking fun.
We had the premier for 50 shades, Lego batman(also had showings in 3d), and John wick.

John wick and 50 shades are rated-r so of course you have to show your I.D.
I dont care if you’re 18 and the only one with I.D. if the rest of your group doesn’t have ID they can’t buy a ticket. You can only buy one ticket extra not 5 more tickets.

Kids and their parents have no shame in trashing a theater.
I understand if you spill, because it happens but in our biggest theater that had 150+ people in for Lego Batman was trashed. It’s as if the parents gave their kids large popcorn bags and they just went through every row making a trail, and left all of their trash behind. SOMEHOW THEY SNUCK IN COSTCO PIZZA AND WE ALL GOT IN TROUBLE.

Also fuck middle schoolers that were trying to watch rings and asked for a kid ticket, like dumbass you have to be 13+ to watch that movie
Just pay 3 dollars more, I really didn’t want to sell those kids tickets because of how rude they were being about wanting to get a kids ticket (for kids 12 and under) for a movie that’s rated pg-13.

Also in the area that the theater is in has a curfew for people 17 and under.
If you dont have someone 21 (weve let some groups slide with a majority of them being 18 and had IDs/immediate rides home) and over you can’t be out aftwe 10pm. We are across the street from the police station and have a cop checking up every once in a while (there tends to be fights because it’s next to the mall that has a bowling alley with a bar). So we always have them checking up, we usually have extra security on busy days too. Well a bunch of kids were outside. And they were having fun, they were a little loud bit it was ok. it was about 30mins before 10pm so they were still good before the curfew. It was good until these kids were messing around too much and took someone’s phone and they started fighting outside of box office and were hitting the glass. It scared me and another guest trying to buy tickets so I asked them to calm down. A guy from security also asked them to calm down and to be aware that curfew is going to be enforced soon.
They calmed down and left after that but then came back with more people and were being even more loud and started another fight. we asked them to calmed down several times more and they didn’t. And a cop car came up to check and saw that they were still there 5 mins before curfew and started telling they had to leave and if they were waiting for a ride, to settle down because they are disturbing other guests. The kids took this as us being racist because they were poc.
Like bruh we gave several chances to calm down and reminded them of curfew and my manager offered to call their rides. But they still said we were being racist.

This lady also said I was racial profiling her because we asked for her ID when she paid with her card. We check for ID’s if you’re paying with a card and it’s more than $20(it’s crucial that we do this especially at box office), we do this because we’ve had several people try to use stolen credit cards and we want to make sure it’s your card. We want to enforce it more because during the holidays a guy tried using a card to pay for almost $100 worth of stuff and it was an elderly lady who’s credit card he had stolen.

We also check big bills if you give us a bill that’s $50 or $100 we use a marker and the light to make sure it’s real. Again in December a guest came in with a $20 that he had just gotten from the Albertsons down the street from us. The police got involved to make sure he did get it from there and his story was true. It’s not that you made the counterfeit it’s just that you could’ve gotten it from another business without them or you knowing it was a fake.
We just want to do our jobs just being assholes to us damn.

The Perfect Shot

Part Seven - Final

Originally posted by eh-just-join-the-fandom-fam

Pairing: Jughead x reader

Summary: In the aftermath of the car accident, the reader uncovers the truth of what really happened to Jason Blossom (obviously just my theory)

Warnings: slight swearing, little bit of violence

Part One

I sit beside the bed, taking his cold hand in mine. His beanie is gone. He’s almost the same shade of grey as the hospital gown they’ve cloaked him in. I’m tracing my fingers over his pointed knuckles when the door opens behind me.

“He’s okay?” a gruff voice asks.

I turn to FP, nodding. “He was bleeding internally. They operated. He’ll wake up soon.”

Keep reading

-Colors [Part 8]- (Min yoongi fanfic)

Originally posted by vminv

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 /Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13  / Part 14 / Part 15  / Part 16 / Part 17 / Part 18 / Part 19 / Part 20


Genre: Gang-Mafia AU (M)

                                    -Part 8: The Contrast-


Time goes slow when the pain gets worst.

I could almost hear it. The sound of my aching muscles, throbbing in immense pain inside my body every now and then. They screamed in pain and agony but I didn’t.I stopped screaming after he had kicked me in the stomach for the 7th time.

“Not her face, though I want Yoongi to recognize her later on!”

He had said with a hint of mischief in his voice. The one with the pink hair called ‘Namjoon’, He sat on the table, legs crossed, Enjoying the show.

the tall man who was gripping my hair from the back left my face alone and instead punched my stomach. Then I was on the floor when the man, started attacking me with his foot, Again and again. I rolled on the floor and cried for him to stop while he stomped on me for what seemed like hours, but was barely a minute. An excruciating 1 min.

After some time, I started to feel numb towards the pain. I was thankful for that. The physical pain was slowly going away. I wondered if I was dying. In death they say, you don’t feel pain. You feel nothing. The thought of dying, right now, was more beautiful than anything.

Maybe, if I close my eyes and drift away. Pain is temporary I told myself. I’ll be dead soon. This will all be over. Just a little more. All the pain, all the misery will fade away. Like waves washing away on the seas tide, I would fade away from this hell soon. As I lay on the floor and closed my eyes Yungjae’s face started appearing in front of me. He smiled as if mocking me. I felt jealous. He had it easy. Yoongi made it easy for him.

I was starting to lose consciousness when a voice brought me back. Back to reality, back to pain. Back to hell.

“that’s enough for now!” Namjoon said to the man who stood above me with his one leg dangling over my head. He brought it down, thankfully not on me this time.

I lay on the floor, my cheek grazing the cold hard surface and fingers twitching in pain. I followed his footsteps as he jumped up from the table and walked over to me. I didn’t try to look up to see his face. But his hands grabbed the back of my dress and made me sit up straight in a jerk of a motion.

They say Looks are deceptive. I saw it clearly now.
Why were the most beautiful people the ugliest inside?

He smiled a little and with his thumb gently rubbed the blood off my lower lips

. “It hurts doesn’t it?”

Everything hurts. I wanted to say. Why are doing this to me? What did I ever do to you? I wanted to scream and cry. But I stayed quiet.

“You know it’s not your fault or mine, as a matter of fact,” He said while his fingers played with the end of my hair.

He let out a soft sigh and slid a hand under my arm and making me stand up with him.

It was only when I stood up I felt the stabbing pain all over my body. It felt like dying and I almost fell back but Namjoon’s hand held onto my arm tightly. He made me sit on the chair again.

“It’s his fault you know it. He did this to you y/n. Yoongi did this to you”

You did this to me. Yoongi had never laid a hand on me, at least.

“I’ll make him pay for what he did to you,” Namjoon said with both his hands on either side of my chair as he hovered over me.

“Hyung needs to be taught. Don’t you agree y/n?”

I had no intentions of taking sides now or speaking in favor of anyone. They both were equally horrible human beings. So I stayed quiet. Not even trying to make an eye contact. In an instance, His hands flew to the back of my head and grabbed it tightly making me squeal in pain.

“Talk to me when I’m talking to you, y/n! Where are your manners?”

I nodded my head in agreement and his fingers let go of my hair and instead found my face. His knuckles Stroking my cheek and jaw.

“Don’t worry y/n. Once you help me bring Hyung here I’ll take good care of you. I promise.”

I flinched at his touch and a big smirk grew on his face. His other hand finding my knees and as his index finger slowly drew circles on it.

“Let’s just get to work shall we..”

                                   -MIN YOONGI’S HEADQUARTER-

The day was already gone. Jimin came back an hour ago with the news. Wearing a grim look on his face, he had stomped in the room and only said “It’s done” before leaving in a hurry. He didn’t even wait for a reply.

Yoongi sat on his chair, as usual, with his legs crossed one over another and the same damn knife in his hand. The knife he was playing with all the time, like a kid with a new toy.

He played with it so much it was almost frustrating to a point.

Jin hated the fact that Yoongi cared more about a knife than someones life.

“the girl.,” Jin said while closing the file he was reading.

“She’s still at Namjoon’s place”

It had been 2hours since Jimin had dropped you off with Namjoons men. deal was a deal. He was supposed to take the bag, ask some question and let you go. That was it.

So what was taking so long?

“The men we had sent to spy around his place, they have informed us she’s still inside.  She hasn’t left yet.“

“You know Namjoon. He’s probably asking her a bunch of questions about us.” Yoongi said still concentrating on his knife.

“Yoongi, you know Namjoon too. You know he’s fucking crazy so why would you-“

“I won’t risk my men. What do you want me to do Hyung? Send jimin or hoseok there? ”

Sending Jimin or even Hoseok to Namjoons place was next to a suicide mission. Jin was well aware of Namjoon’s hatred for Yoongi’s men.

“What about the girl?”

“What about her?” Yoongi said in a frustrated tone. He was sick of hearing about you.

You, you, you. Day and night Jin was pestering Yoongi about your safety, accusing him of ruining your life. How it would be on him if you died. Even Jimin talked about you too much. It was in the morning  Hoseok had mentioned your name in front of him when Yoongi had warned him if he heard your name ever again he would make sure he would never be able to utter another name.

“What if he doesn’t let her go?”

What if. It wasn’t a question. Yoongi knew Namjoon too well. He won’t ever let you off too easily. But what other choice did he truly have. It was either your life or life of his men?

“I’m tired of hearing her name.. I don’t want to talk about her anymore”
Yoongi placed the Knife back in his pocket and stood up.

“when did you become so cold Yoongi? Why did you even do this to her?”

Why? Honestly, Yoongi didn’t know why he did anything he did to you. Why didn’t he just put a bullet in your head that day he had killed Yungjae? You had seen too much anyways. Why did he put you in a room for a month? He didn’t have an answer to any of those questions and that just made him angrier.

You were nothing but a pain in his ass now. You were and you are now. First, you played with his ego and now you were sending him on a guilt trip.

Yoongi should’ve just killed you that day he had killed Yungjae. That would’ve made things easier.

“I don’t know Hyung. I can’t think straight when I’m hungry. Maybe I’ll tell you after you buy me dinner”

Jin couldn’t possibly argue with yoongi over this. He could only feel sorry for you. Just like that day when He had come to escort you out of the room and you had stood by the window with that look of peace and contempt on your face. As if you had accepted your inevitable fate.  Jin had felt sorry for you back then. You were just a kid to him. You didn’t deserve all this.

Jin stood up and straightened his jacket giving one last dirty look to Yoongi. Yoongi saw it but chose not to react.

And then the phone rang.

Yoongi took out the phone from his coat pocket.


Flashing in bold letter on the screen. He picked it up.


Jin saw how Yoongi’s body tensed up in a second, his grip on the phone got tighter and other hand balled up in a fist.

Something was wrong.

“What is it?” Jin asked looking concerned.

Yoongi removed the phone from his ear; he put it on the loud speaker and almost threw it on the table in front.

Jin waited for the voice on the other end to speak up.

“Hyung!! How long has it been?.” The voice only made Jin scoff a little.

It didn’t take much to recognize that voice. Jin could recognize that voice anywhere. He had spent 10 years of his life with that man behind the speaker. They were brothers once. Once..

“Why did you call Namjoon?”

                                     -NAMJOONS HEADQUARTER-

What was he expecting to get by doing this? Yoongi didn’t give two shits about your life. He would be more than happy to put an end to your worthless life. That’s why he sent you here didn’t he. To get rid of you.  So how would you bring him here?

“Hyung.. I shouldn’t be saying this but I feel absolutely disrespected”

“And I should care because..?” you recognized that dull tiresome voice on the other side. Who else could it be but min Yoongi.

Namjoon bit on his lower lip and held a laugh.

“You haven’t changed a bit Hyung”

“Did you call to have a chit chat and gossip? How about I make a reservation in a restaurant? So we can have a happy reunion”

“that’s a good idea, Maybe someday Hyung. Right now we have more pressing matters to talk about. Like this pretty little gift you sent to me, all wrapped up in pink. You know this isn’t what I asked for”

“You’re wasting my precious time Namjoon. I gave you what you asked for. Don’t get greedy. You know greedy people get nothing”

Namjoon walked towards you now.

“Greedy? How easily you forget Hyung it was your pup who stole my guns. You should be apologetic. But instead, you show me such attitude. It’s unacceptable”

“ah I had forgotten, it’s your old habit to cry over stolen candy. When will you really grow up Joonie? ”

You saw how Namjoons body stiffened up in anger hearing those words.

“Careful Hyung..” he placed his one hand on your Head and gently rubbed it. Like you were a small puppy.

“I still have this little bitch you sent me” with that his fingers curled up in my hair and gripped it tightly moving my head towards the phone he was holding.

I shut my eyes and yelped a little in pain. Loud enough for Yoongi to hear over the phone talk

talk to him y/n. After all… “ he moved my head in circles. “he’s the reason why you’re here.”

Whatever I said he wouldn’t care? If I pleaded and cried he wouldn’t care. So what’s the point?


That was the only word that I could form. It came out like nothing more than a faint whisper and a desperate plea for help. A pathetic sound, nothing more. Why did I even bother?

“She sounds desperate doesn’t she? She is, I tell you. She’s not in a very, how do I say it, good condition right now. “

There was no reply from the other side for some time. You thought Yoongi hung up- both on the phone and your life.

That was until you heard him say “Leave her alone Namjoon. She’s just a kid”

“19 is not a kid Hyung. When we were 19 we had control of half the city. When you were 19 you had already killed about 100 people and wiped out 2 gangs.. 19-year-olds are capable of a lot of things. You know that better than anyone else, especially girls. They mature fast. 19 is the right age for-“

“I don’t care what you do with her.. You’re wasting your time if you think you can use her to lure me there.  It’s actually pretty low of you to use a kid for bait. I didn’t think you could get any worst. But you just proved me wrong Namjoon. You one-upped me this time. It’s an achievement. Hurrah.”

And then his hand was back in my hair. Pulling it tightly. making me stand up. I squeezed my eyes shut and cried out in pain.

“Hear that Hyung. See I’m not playing a game here. I don’t like games anyways. So here’s what we’re gonna do! If you don’t show up to my place in an hour.. This bitch here! I’m going to throw her to the dogs. But First I’m gonna take her myself, then I’m gonna give her to my men! Oh, Hyung? Do you know how many men I have here? 25 exactly and they all would love a fierce little thing like her!  And after she’s used to her full extent I’ll chop her up and throw her to the real dogs. And don’t worry about the dress. I’ll make sure to dry clean it and send it back. With some of her fingers! After all, it would be a waste of such a pretty dress”

He laughed like a maniac and threw me on the floor with the full force.

“So, Hyung. Are you coming? Or should I just take her directly to my room?”

There was an eerie silence on the other side. Now it was up to Yoongi to decide if I live or die. And I guess I already knew the answer.

I found a corner and sat there with my knees pressed to my chest. Shivering not because of cold, but for the first time, because of fear. I was scared. I wasn’t just scared I was terrified. 

“so I guess. You’re not coming. Well, that’s just sad I had-“

I’ll be there..”

What? Did I hear that right? No, it couldn’t be.

For a second, I couldn’t believe what I had just heard. I was hearing things. Yoongi couldn’t possibly. I was worthless. Nobody cared. Then why?

“I’ll be there in an hour.”

Even Namjoon looked pleasantly surprised.

With that, he hung up the phone.

“What are really min Yoongi?” Namjoon muttered softly.



That’s all you had said. The only word uttered. After that, Yoongi had only heard yelps and cries.

He still couldn’t believe he agreed? Why did he agree to go there? He knew it was a trap but still.

He threw his phone across the room in anger missing Jin by an inch.

It was rare to see Yoongi in such a fit of rage.

Jin had only seen Yoongi like this once. That was 4 years ago.  Yoongi’s usually cool and calm composure crumbling to pieces was unusual but not something Jin hadn’t already seen.

Yoongi screamed and threw all the files on his table on the floor. Kicking the chair and breaking stuff.

“Yoongi calm down”

Jins word only made him angrier. As he picked up the glass of rum he was drinking, that was on his table and threw it across the room shattering its pieces.

Breathing heavily, he ran his fingers through his green hair.

After about a minute of sulking Yoongi finally calmed down.

“call Taehyung,” He said with his head hanging low which made his hair hide his face.

“Taehyung is out. He said not to-“


Jin was taken aback a little at his loud voice. Yoongi had never talked to Jin in such a tone. Jin couldn’t understand what was happening to him?

He only nodded and left the room.

Yoongi fell back on his chair and exhaled. Leaning back, He placed his one arm on his forehead. He was exhausted now.

He wondered what is wrong with him. Why did he talk to Jin like that? Why was he risking his own life for yours? What is happening to him?

He needed a break. He needed time to think. But he didn’t have any. He said he would be there in 2 hours.

“FUCK!” Yoongi screamed out of frustration.

He tried to calm down and think. But your face was the only thing he could see

“She’s just a kid” hoseok had said the day Yoongi had decided to throw you in that god awful room.

“She’s 19 isn’t she?. How many people you had killed when you were 19 hobi?” Yoongi had replied without any kind of remorse for the girl.

He saw the similarity now.

“How did I turn into Namjoon?” Yoongi asked himself.

One thing Yoongi had told himself again and again, over the years was that he won’t let himself turn into Namjoon. Not him, never him.
To Yoongi, Namjoon was nothing more than an abomination of a human being. Some kind of creature residing inside the flesh of a human being.  He didn’t have a heart or soul. 

Yoongi wasn’t Namjoon yet he had thrown you at his mercy without even a second thought.

When did you turn so cold Yoongi?
She’s just a kid.
You killed her.
You’re a bully.
It’s his fault. He did this to you after all!
You’re a monster.

“Don’t blame me for his death hyung! I didn’t kill him alone. I may have pulled the trigger but you never stopped me from doing it. You killed him too. We both did. No matter how much you try to hide it behind your tears and all that grieving.  You can’t deny the fact that ‘we’ did it. ‘We’ hyung. It has always been ‘we’. you and I have always been together. And You and I, we’re just like each other. “


And then he was on his feet, walking, running towards the door. There was no time to think. No time to comprehend. He had no time. If you died, your blood would be on his hands. He can’t let that happen. Not this time, not again.
“I would rather kill her myself than leave her for Namjoon to devour “Yoongi muttered just before he fled out the door.

-Namjoons Place-

Time was ticking away. Every minute, every second that passed just filled you more and more with that awful feeling of dread.

You sat in a corner, trembling, hugging your knees and biting your nails.
Namjoon was back on his chair, eyes glued to his phone in full concentration.
Your heart was beating so fast you swore it would’ve jumped out of your chest any moment.

You had so many questions in your mind.

What If he Yoongi was lying? What if he’s not coming?

Why is he coming here? Why does he suddenly care?

“What do you think y/n?” Namjoon said with his eyes still stuck on the phone.
“Is he really coming for you?”

I didn’t know. I was just as unsure as he was.

“And here I thought you were absolutely worthless. Turns out you are pretty important to both me and Min Yoongi!”

He laughed before getting up and walking over to you. You would’ve backed up if only it wasn’t for the damn wall.

“It’s gonna be a bit boring till he shows up so how about we start talking. Get to know each other. It’s a great way to pass time”

You looked up to see his face and saw him smiling.

“okay..” You said with a little hesitation. Scared of what he would do if I denied his request.

“that’s the SPIRIT!”

He dragged the chair from behind his desk and brought in front of you and propped himself on it

“Tell me something about you y/n. I wanna know you. There must something in you that you’ve survived this long with Min Yoongi. “

You decided to let it all out. How I ‘survived’, what Yoongi had done. The room and Yungjae. You skipped the part about Jimin. For some reason letting it all out made your head a little lighter. Like a huge boulder was off of your chest.

“I’m intrigued. I knew the moment I had laid my eyes on you that you y/n, you’re different than most girls I’ve met. I gotta give it to you ,you’re brave. You said ‘fuck you’ to Min Yoongi. Even I couldn’t do it”

I wasn’t brave. I was stupid. That’s why I’m here.

He was still smiling like that was the most amusing thing he had ever heard.

“What about you?”

The smile disappeared and his eyebrows shot up.

“Me?” he said with eyes widening in surprise. His had an expression clearly saying ‘This girl’s audacity

“What do you want to know about me y/n?” he said with a big grin. Dimples pocking through both of his cheeks.

Are you dead inside? Or Do you have a hole where your heart is supposed to be?

“everything” you said with a fake plastered smile on your face.

He stared at you with his heavily hooded eyelids. The smirk never leaving his face. He positioned himself so his face was right in front of me.

“Everything?.” He asked and I realized how close his face was getting.
“I’ll tell you everything. Don’t worry. You’re very smart girl y/n. But maybe even a little too smart for your own good”

He backed away and sat straight.

“if we had met in different circumstances I would’ve surely liked you”

You couldn’t say the same about him, though.

You glanced at the clock and saw the time


If Yoongi doesn’t show up, which you doubt he will, you would be at the mercy of this man in front of you.
You were staring at the clock and Namjoon was staring at you staring at the clock.

“Staring at it won’t slow down the time sweet thing”


you started to bite the skin off with the nails. Drawing a little blood in the process. Your hands were starting to shake and stomach started to churn remembering Namjoon’s words

He’s not coming.

Namjoon looked at his phone than at me

“I guess he’s not coming. It hurts me to say this y/n but-“

And then there was a knock on the door.

A young man, probably in his 20s popped his head in through the door. He looked at Namjoon than at me.

“Yoongi is here ! “

Is this really happening?

“huh, why don’t you invite him in. Make sure he’s comfortable. I’ll talk to him in a moment-“Namjoon was dragging his chair back to its place when the young man interrupted

“but hyung ,he’s already in-“

“Out of my way,” you heard a familiar voice through the doorway.

The Young man was pulled back through his collar and the door was pushed OPEN.

He wore an overcoat over his White shirt, and his mint green hair was uncombed. Even when he wasn’t as tall as Namjoon for some reason to you he seemed taller than him.

Your emotions started stirring with one another. You were angry and happy at the same time. There was a feeling of relief and the big question that had been bothering you for so long


why? Why did you feel relieved to see him? He meant nothing to you. How could you forget how much he hated you? And how much you loathed him!
So why were you filled with so many emotions?

“Yoongi,” you said standing up against the wall. You said it so softly but he heard you. His head turned towards you and his expression changed into something you had never seen or thought you would see, on Yoongi’s face for you.


You didn’t know how or why but you were walking towards him.

Stop. You told yourself.

What are you doing?

But you kept walking towards him. Slowly. With your sprained and stomped on ankle. You walked towards him. They were quick, steady step, until the distance between you two became Less and less.

No. Stop y/n .he means nothing to you. You don’t even know if he’s really here for you.

Stop y/n

Words couldn’t describe what you felt when your head was against his chest.the smell of his musky cologne filling your nostrils, he smelled like rum and lavender it was almost comforting, unlike Namjoon who reeked of death.His heart thumping loudly in your ear. you didn’t know why you felt the need to crash into him. Why you felt the need to bury your face in his chest. Why were you crying like a little kid?
For a moment, you forgot what he was? What he had done to you in the past.
Maybe you were just happy to know that now, you’ll be saved. Or maybe it was the fact that somebody came. Somebody came for you. That someone cared. Maybe, you weren’t so worthless after all. Even If it wasn’t the truth you pretended like it was. You pretended like Yoongi cared for you.

And just for a moment, just a mere second, you actually liked Min Yoongi.

Your tears were soaking his white shirt wet. He stood motionless while you clutched his shirt tightly. There wasn’t a return of any kind of emotion from Yoongi’s side. You didn’t expect any. You were just surprised he was letting you cry on him that was until you felt his hand on the back of your head. You flinched a little. You had been grabbed and thrown around so many times that now, you have become hesitant of any kind of physical touch.  But he only gently stroked your head.

He muttered something in your hair.

“Don’t worry. You’re safe now”


Safety, a sense of security was all snatched away from you in an instance. Min Yoongi destroyed everything. Your home, Your life. Everything that you ever had. And now he stood here. Whispering in my ear that I’m safe now. you knew It was a lie.

And Yet you chose to believe him.

“What did you do to her?” he asked removing his hands from my head while I was still stuck to his chest like a baby stuck to its mother’s breast.

Namjoon just laughed.

“Well, this is such a sweet scene. All the lovie dovie. I didn’t know she had a thing for you. Women I tell you! why didn’t you tell me y/n?”

“ I asked you something!’ his voice reverberated through his chest onto your face. 

He placed both his hands on your shoulders and gently moved you aside.

“Hyung.. It wasn’t me. You know I don’t hit women.That’s just disgusting. I order my men to do it!”

It only took a second. In a flash of second Yoongi’s knuckles were on Namjoons cheek. He fell back a little because of impact. But got back up on his feet quickly.
“huh, Not bad Hyung.” Namjoon said rubbing the tip of his mouth with the back of his hand and staring at the blood.

He gave Yoongi a sheepish grin and flashed his bloody teeth.

“Now that the courtesies are out of the way..

Let’s talk.”

Under the Ice

January 2nd

The kid did well today. Didn’t make any big mistakes or get in anybody’s way and he kept his mouth shut and listened to what he was told. I think we’ll keep him around, he’s much better than the others that have been sent our way. You know the ones who think they’re better at your job than you even though they just started and you’ve been doing it for over twenty years? Yeah, those disrespectful little shits.

As long as this kid does his job and doesn’t cause any trouble though, we’ll be golden.


January 3rd

More of the same today as every other day. Not sure why I write in this damn thing, I’ve never been a man of many words and certainly no author. I guess I do this to pass the time when there’s nothing else to do even if it is five minutes. I’m just not sure what to write here.

I’m old (I’ve been informed forty-five is old now) and tired and just can’t wait to go home. It’s too damn cold here. Fuck Greenland and its endless goddamn snow.

At least we won’t be here much longer. Just till the end of the month and then we go home.

I used to complain about California being too warm all year round with no snow but now I don’t think I’ll ever say another bad thing about the warmth again.

Can’t wait to be done here.

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Baby Avengers (Avengers x Reader)

(f/n)-First Name
(l/n)-Last Name

(Picture not mine.)

You sighed as you came back from grocery shopping. You’d had to make ten trips just to get all of the food in the elevator. Thankfully, Jarvis was always there, and held the elevator open so you didn’t have to.

Now that you were in the Avenger’s recreational room, you were finally able to relax a little. “Hey Steve! Could you help me with the groceries?!” You called out as you started to grab bags. After a few minutes of Steve still not showing up, you assumed that he wasn’t in the tower. So with a sigh, you continued to grab the bags by yourself.

It was hard to shop for all of the Avengers. There were so many of them and so many were males that getting food was like shopping for an army. The cashier at the register could only gawk at you as you place about fifty boxes of portraits to be scanned. Thor ran through at least five boxes a day so they would at least last him a week.

Now as you unpacked, you were extremely curious as to where everyone was. They couldn’t have gone on a mission without letting you know or bringing you along. Being the healer for them was your side job and assisting was the main one. Since you had the ability to heal injuries, you were an asset. Also considering that you could hardly fight worth a damn, you were kept on the side lines.

“Hey Jarvis. Did everyone leave for a mission or something?” You asked curiously as you started putting up the many packages of meat in the deep freezer.

“Actually Ms. (l/n) all of the Avengers are in the tower. They are in their rooms.” You nodded. That was uncommon, but not unacceptable. Perhaps everyone wanted to have a lazy day. “But something has occurred.” That made you freeze and look up at the ceiling.

“What? Are they in trouble?” You asked anxiously.

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Request: Lost and Forgotten Part One

Request:  Can you write an imagine that takes place in the scorch (the book) and its when Brenda and Thomas are separate from the group. The others are trying to find them but Jorge decides they need help to do that. So he goes to the reader who also lives in the city and knows every little corner of it better then anyone. She is an immune who used to work for WCKED but escaped because she thought what they did was wrong. She used to know all the gladers and seeing them, especially Newt brings back a lot of memories. She is a badass, a trained assassin. She used to be a soldier for WCKED. She knows they don’t remember her so she doesn’t say anything, but Newt still feels a strong connection to her. Will she tell them the truth? Will Newt find out about his past? And how will they get Thomas and Brenda back?

AN: So this was such an awesome request and it took me a lot longer to write because I wanted it to be really good! It ended up being much longer than I had anticipated so I will be making it into a two part story! I also did not have the book accessible when writing so I tried to incorporate some parts of it into it but it is more or less based off of the movie. Sorry it took me so long! I hope you enjoy part one and part two will be posted tomorrow! Love you all!

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Originally posted by jeonjjkook

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Newt Imagine #1

Short imagine that I came up with. Not the best one I’ve written but it was just a quick idea that I came up with! Enjoy!

You could feel the blood rushing to your head, as you nauseatingly swung back and forth, hanging by your ankles. You lost count as to how long you had been in this position and was trying to figure out a way to free yourself. But alas, you couldn’t think of anything that wouldn’t result in you falling and most likely dying. So you just hung there, arms folded across your chest and a scowl on your face, your Y/H/L, Y/H/C draping around the back of your neck.

“So, hermana, it appears we have some more guests joining us.” Jorge, the leader of the group of cranks that had put you in this position, informed you with a dark, sinister chuckle. You didn’t give him the satisfaction of a response. “More kids from WICKED.” He added which snapped your attention. “Wait, more of them escaped?” You asked, and immediately regretted doing so as it earnt another chuckle from the lead crank. Damn your curiosity.

“My, my, aren’t we eager? Don’t worry, hermana. You’ll be – what do you kids call it? Hanging out together soon enough.” With that he left, leaving you rather more red faced than you were to begin with.



Eventually, the cranks had got a group of boys and a girl hanging with you. Unfortunately, you couldn’t see who they were, as your rope had twisted, turning you to face in the other direction. Jorge had given them a little speech before skulking off once more. The silence was then broken with them formulating a plan to escape. You couldn’t help but comment on it, knowing fully well that it wouldn’t work. “Tried that, shanks. Trust me, you’d better come up with some other shucking plan.”


To say that you were shocked was an understatement. It couldn’t be them, but then again there was no mistaking that voice. “Newt?! What the shuck are you doing here?!” You tried to spin yourself around, but wound up making it worse for yourself. Suddenly you felt a pair of hands on your waist, the owner of the hands spun you back around. When they stopped, Y/E/C met chocolate brown.

“We thought you were dead!” Newt exclaimed, his hands still resting on your waist. “They took me out the maze! I can’t remember how but one minute I was running, the next I was in one of the rooms back at that base.” You explained to him. “Well I’ve been shucked and gone to heaven!” You heard another voice shout, one that could only belong to Minho. You smiled brightly when you saw Frypan as well. However, there were three others, the girl and another two boys. You didn’t think it was time for formalities, so you gave them an idea. “Hey, Minho! Do you think you could push her over towards the lever?”  And thus begun you escape.



After a long and arduous escape and being reunited with old and new friends, you all made it to the Right Arm. You’d gotten fairly beaten up along the way, gashes and bruises her and there, but nothing fatal. Two girls from another maze and who were with the Right Arm showed you to a tent where you could treat you cuts before they got infected.

As you started to apply the antibacterial liquid to a gash above your eyebrow, the tent’s flap opened. Newt stood there watching you with a fond smile on his face. He really had thought he’d lost you all that time ago, and now here you were standing and breathing. Both of you had a mutual attraction to one another but you never had addressed any feelings back in the Glade. There wasn’t time. But Newt was adamant that he wasn’t going to miss his chance this time.

“How’re you holding up?” He asked, casually moving further into the tent, closer to you. You stopped applying the stinging liquid and looked towards him. He too looked beat up and like yourself, had a cut above his eye. “Better now that we’re here.” You replied softly, putting down the cloth. Beckoning him over with one hand, you got a fresh piece of cloth with the other. “You’ve got a cut. Right there.” You pointed to it when he stood in front of you.

Carefully, you splashed a little of the antiseptic to the cloth and dabbed it on the cut. Newt wasn’t paying attention to the stinging sensation on his skin, but to your lips that were so close to his own. Your breath fanned against his face, as did his to yours. Your eyes focused and concentrated on the task at hand, but fleetingly glanced away to see Newt staring intently at you. Heat rose to your cheeks which made a smile dance across his lips.

The cut was long forgotten, as was where you both were, what had happened to you and what was to come. All that mattered was how close you both were at that very moment. So close in fact that if you just stood on your toes you could press your lips to his.

Although, what was in your mind became reality. In a split second, Newt had closed the distance between you, firmly pressing his warm, dry lips to yours. Eyes fluttering closed, the cloth falling to the floor, you kissed back with as much passion as you could muster. Your arms wound around his neck, fingers playing with the ends of his hair at the nape of his neck, his hands grasping your waist slid down to your hips, pulling you even closer.

Nothing else mattered in that moment. All it was, were the two of you in that embrace. And that’s all it needed to be.

Because who knew when you would both get chance again?  

Card Warfare

http://bxtrxyed.tumblr.com/post/164092069136/saburo-continued-looking-through-his-deck Continued from there

“Eren, we have a rivalry. In a way, we have a relationship more complicated and more beautiful than any friendship. We have to win because I don’t want to leave you behind.” Saburo stated, putting his Deck back into a single pile before putting it into his Duel Disk.

He was wearing his school uniform as it was the smartest thing he had. “With that said, we’d best be off.” He added, standing up as the other kids looked at the two. “Good luck, Saburo nii-san, Eren nii-san!” The smaller kids said as the two went to the car where the orphanage owner, Martha was waiting with her car. “We’ll be watching on the television. I’m praying for you two.” She said, opening the doors for Eren and Saburo like they were royalty. They might as well be royal knights considering their mission was a form of life and death since they’d be sent to a state-run orphanage which was considered by many children to be a form of hell.


Creepypasta #292: Midnight At The Carnival

The clock had just struck midnight when I awoke to the sounds of a carnival floating in from my open window. It was fall, and the large harvest moon on the horizon was like an eye staring down at me. I went to the window and saw that I was not alone. There were other kids I knew, staring out of their windows, searching for the source of the music.

“Do you hear it?” said a voice.

My heart froze for a split second, until I remembered the walkie talkie on my window sill. It was my best friend, Kevin.

“Yeah, I think so.” It was faint, but it was there. A song on the wind. It was as delicate as a whisper, but it was exciting - our town didn’t get normal carnivals, not to mention ones that go on after midnight.

“What the heck do you think they’re doing?” Kevin asked. I was wondering the same thing.

“We’ll talk about this at school, okay?”

“Yeah, tomorrow.”

And we did talk about it. We weren’t the only ones, either. A couple of the kids on our street came up to us at recess and asked if we had heard the music, too. Gary Briggs, a kid from my grade, told me that he saw Frankie Nichols, the kid who lives on the corner of the street, walking out toward the sound. He didn’t go to our school, and no one I knew hung around with him. He was an uptight West Park kid.

On our way home from school, Kevin and I ran threw the red and orange leaves that littered the ground, kicking up a storm of fall colors. As we got closer to my house, he stopped, and looked at me.

“I know you don’t want to go to the carnival. You’re a scaredy-cat. But I am going tonight, and if you want to go, we can go together.” He was right. I was a scaredy-cat. I didn’t like the song, or the way I felt when I woke up the night before, like there was now a shadow that stretched down my street. But he was wrong to think I didn’t want to go. A part of me did, and I had no idea why.

“I’ll go. Just wait until our parents go to bed. If we hear the music we’ll go together.” He was almost as surprised as I was. After dinner, I went up stairs and read. I watched the clock tick past ten, then eleven, and finally twelve. And then I heard the music. “You gotta see this! There’s some guy walking down the street, come quick”” Kevin’s voice sounded hollow in the walkie talkie, but it could not veil his excitement.

I tip-toed to the window, and peered out into the moonlit street. There was a tall man wearing a tall black hat slowly walking down the street. There were other kids at their windows too; their faces were dim reflections in the curtains and slivers behind their blinds. But I could see them, just as I knew they could see me.

“Children, children,” the man spoke in a sweeping melodic voice. “There is a carnival, as I am sure you are all aware.” It was as if he was talking directly to me from some place in my room. And for a moment, I felt as though he saw me. As if I was somehow standing in his shadow, like the darkness that had fallen over the street had grown somehow darker. Gooseflesh broke out on my arms. I realized I was trying so hard to be quiet, I had almost forgotten to breathe. The man reached into his vest, and pulled out something that glinted in the moonlight.

“The carnival is close, you just need to follow the sound of the music. The price of admission is your diligent silence.” his eyes glinted in the moonlight. He chuckled and threw a handful of tickets into the air. He turned on his heel, thrust his hand back into his pockets, throwing another handful into the air. The tickets were caught in an errant breeze and littered the street. They glittered, catching the pallid moonlight.

“You’re not going to wuss out, right?” It was Kevin speaking through the tin can. “No. Meet me outside in three minutes.”

I grabbed my favorite sweatshirt, a faded red hoodie, and my fathers flashlight. Kevin was waiting for me in the shadow of a tree in front of his house. As I made my way to meet him, I could see other kids doing the same. At that point, I was thinking about the carnival. About adventure.

I picked up a ticket before it fluttered away. It read “Admit One” in black ink. The ticket was gold, and didn’t feel like any ticket I’d ever held before. The ones at school were thin, and red, while these were thick, smooth, and glimmered in the light. Most of all, the ticket felt expensive.

We followed the sound of the music like dogs follow a scent. At first it was just a whisper on the wind, but it became louder and stronger. There was the smell of candy and popcorn, and my mouth began to water. We ran toward the source; it was a large tent with many tall peaks. It was smaller than I had expected, more squat, but it loomed over us, eclipsing us in its shadow, billowing in the cool autumn wind. It was striped in red, yellow, and blue. I could see faint words stencilled on the tent, but could not make them out in the dark. There was a popcorn machine, and a bald man standing behind a cart with two fists holding bundles of cotton candy. He was shorter than the tall man, but still a mountain among us.

The kids swarmed him, and he laughed. “Oh, there’s more than enough for all of you kids,” He said in a dim voice. “Go inside, the show is about to start!” He patted some of the kids on the back with his meaty hand. They ran inside the tent giggling. I turned to my right, toward the shadow of the tent - a place that I had not immediately seen, toward an old wooden gypsy caravan. The dark man leaned against it, smoking. Its windows were dim, lit by what appeared to be candlelight, and there was an old sign that read Oscurita. The paint was faded, I could see that even in the dim light.

I made my way to the caravan. I wanted to see inside, the golden light that spilled out through its windows was inviting. It felt like I was standing in some type of fairy tale.

“Is this your carnival?” I asked the tall man in the dark suit. His eyes settled on me, and he took a long drag from the cigarette in his mouth.

“I am the ringmaster, but this carnival, it belongs to all of us.” He motioned to the candy man, and toward the main tent.

“How many of there are you?” I asked.

“You ask a lot of questions, young man. We have acrobats, and strong men, lion tamers, and - ”

“Freaks?” I asked, recalling old pictures of sideshows and amusement parks from old books I had seen at the library.

His eyes narrowed on me, but a smile grew across his face.

“Yes, freaks. We have other things, too. Don’t you want to see what other wondrous things we have?”

I no longer heard the other kids laughing, only the calliope and its hollow song.

“You’ve got a ticket, don’t you? Earned it yourself, tenacious lad, apparently.” A smile spread across his face, and he eyed the pocket that held my ticket. He had dark, greedy eyes. “Your friends will be waiting,” When I didn’t move his smile faded. I saw Kevin disappear into the folds of the tent, then he was gone, and I felt very alone.

“I should be going, this was a mistake.” I stammered, and turned to leave.

At first I thought I was caught on something, but I realized there were two strong hands holding me by my shoulders. The tall man cleared the distance between us in the blink of an eye.

“Your ticket.” He said in little more than a whisper. His grip was like a vice. I froze a moment, and his hands squeezed tighter. “On second thought, perhaps you’ll stay. Perhaps you’ve not yet paid the price to leave,” His voice dropped to a hiss. “Perhaps you’ll stay with us a long while yet.”

I tried to shake myself from his grasp.

“Let go of me! Get your hands off me!” I struggled, but gained no ground. I stomped on his foot. His grip loosened, jolted by the pain. I tried to rush forward, but he clung onto my sweater, his fingers like talons, pulling me toward him, into his shadow, into the darkness. I pulled forward with all of my strength. There was the sound of ripping, and I was free. My old sweatshirt had torn away in two scarlet ribbons.

I ran as fast as my legs would carry me. I was propelled by the thought that he was reaching for me, running after me, that his shadow was descending upon me. All I heard were the sounds of my feet hitting the pavement, the soft calliope on the wind, and the dark man laughing behind me.

The next day, Kevin wasn’t waiting for me. At school, I found that most of the other kids hadn’t shown up. I was called into the office around noon, and my dad picked me up from school. He asked if I had snuck out last night with my friends. I told him I had. My dad didn’t say anything for a minute, but when he held me close, I knew he was crying.

“There was an accident,” My dad’s voice was choked with tears. He didn’t say anything more, but he hugged me for a long time.

I never saw Kevin again. My dad took me out of school, and we moved a couple days later to a small apartment in a new town.

That was a few years back.

The other day I was driving along at the edge of town and I saw that same tent, or one very like it. In the light of day you could see words all over the canvas sides in big stencilled letters. DEADLY FUMIGANT GAS.

Credits to: Havoc_7

A Thousand Natural Shocks - Chapter 13


 fresh off the presses, unedited (probably unwise of my part but Bad Decisions are my thing!) it’s the final countdown, my dudes

Summary: Thirty years ago, Stanley Pines made a deal. Now, in the wake of Bill’s defeat and his brother’s disappearance, Ford begins to unravel Stan’s dark secrets. Neverhuman AU by @notllorstel

“I don’t understand,” Ford said weakly, wide eyes fixated at his brother’s increasingly vague form. Cloth and flesh and bone disintegrated like tissue in water, and what lied underneath… reminded him of the rip in reality Bill had shown him decades ago, when he had first confronted him about his lies and manipulations. It was not a pleasant realization. “Stanley, what’s - what’s happening to you?”

WHAT’S they said, grimaced, and tried again. “What’s been happenin’ ever since Bill ripped the rift right open, Sixer. The moment that happened… everything came rushin’ back in. It was as if I never used Fidds’ memory wiper in the first place. …Hey, Ford. How long’s it been since Weirdmageddon started?”

“Five,” he said quietly, voice barely a rasp. “It’s been five days.”

“Good,” said Stanley with deep satisfaction. “Proved that triangle bastard wrong.”

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“Can’t We Have Our Own?”

“Are you nervous?” Aaron says opening your car door for you.
“Aaron, it’s just Greyson. We’re around him all the time. What’s there to be nervous about?” you ask Aaron as he closes your door & gets in the car.
“It’s our first time having him alone. Just me, you and the kid”
“He’s not ‘the kid’ babe, it’s Greyson. Candice wouldn’t ask us to watch him if she didn’t think we could handle it.”
“You’re right. You’re gonna be Auntie tonight babygirl”
“I’m pretty sure he’s gonna call me by my name….like he does every time I see him.”
“I can break that habit. He’s gonna have to call you Auntie soon. I’m liking what I have so I gotta put a ring on it”
“If that’s the case, go put a ring on Cameron” you say laughing.
“Haha very funny, but Cameron can’t…”
“Don’t you dare finish that sentence Carpenter”
“I was gonna say make me laugh like you but geez, if you were thinking that way let it out baby” he says raising a brow.
You roll your eyes and turn the radio on listening to music and singing the rest of the way there.

You pull into Candice’s drive way to her apartment and get out of the car.
Aaron grabs your hand and walks you up to her door when he let’s go to knock.
Candice opens the door and Greyson runs out wrapping his arms around the bottom of Aaron’s legs.
“Uncle Aaron!”
You smiled to yourself and hugged Candice as you walked in to get Greyson’s overnight bag.
“Thank you guys so much for watching him. It really means a lot” Candice says as she hands you the bag.
“Don’t even thank us! We love the little booger” you say as you look over at him playing with Aaron.
“Greyson, why don’t you give mommy a hug? You’re coming with me & uncle Aaron tonight”
He runs over to Candice and they say their goodbyes. They hug and she kisses him on the cheek and he runs over to you and Aaron.
You pick him up and walk out the door closing it behind you.
“Hmmmm, what should we do? Greyson do you want ice cream?” Aaron asks as we walk down the steps and out to the car.
“Yummy!” he says taking his pacifier out of his mouth.
“I’ll take that as a yes” you say giggling and buckling him into his car seat.
You and Aaron get in the car and you sit in the back so you can play with Greyson.
Aaron starts driving to Cold Stone Creamery and you start tickling him making him giggle.
“I see you up there Smiling uncle Aaron, what’s good? ” you say laughing at yourself.
“You are going to be such a good mom” he says pulling into the parking lot.
“Don’t get soft on me big guy” you say unbuckling your seatbelt.

You unbuckle and get Greyson out the car and let him walk holding your hand.
Aaron walks next to him grabbing his other hand and you guys run and swing him in the air high enough to get him over the curb.
His face lights up when his feet fly in the air and gently back on the ground before opening the door to the ice cream shop.
“What kind do you want buddy?” Aaron asks picking him up so he can see the flavors through the glass.
“Cookies!” he said pointing to the cookies and cream ice cream.
You guys all order and sit at a table where you eat and talk about the plans for the rest if the night.
As you throw your trash away, Aaron cleans up the mess left over on his nephew’s face.
“How did you manage to get ice cream in your hair? You gotta tech me that trick” he says as Greyson giggles.
You all get back in the car and drive home.
You snapchat with Greyson and let Candice know you guys are having fun.
When you get in the house Greyson goes for toys we got him for Christmas and instantly starts playing with them.
You and Aaron lay on the floor playing with him for what seems like hours as you start to notice him rubbing his eyes.
“Babe, I think someone is tired”
“I think you’re right. Do we know where he’s gonna sleep? He can’t sleep in the guest room, he’ll be scared”
“He’s sleeping with us. We can make a fort. Gives us a reason to build one. He would love it!” you say giving Aaron the pouty face.
“I guess you’re right. Hey Greyson, you wanna build a fort and watch TV with me?”
He smiles and drags over a pillow to help you get started.

Once the fort was made, you brought down pillows and blankets for everyone.
You turn the TV on and put on Mickey Mouse and make Greyson a sippy before you climb into the fort that both of you were pretty proud of.
“This isn’t too shabby. You are a real Carpenter.”
“You’re so funny, like I haven’t heard that before.” he says fake laughing.
You lay down with Greyson in the middle of you guys and cuddle up as he began to fall asleep.
You move his cup out of his hand and put it on the floor outside your fort.
You play with his hair and cuddled him as he held your hand in his sleep.
You notice Aaron smiling out if the corner of your eye so you look over and smile back.
“You’re so beautiful, how did I get so lucky?” he asks staring at you like it was the first time he saw you.
“Thank you babe but I think I’m the lucky one here” you say carefully reaching over Greyson to kiss him.
“You’re so good with Greyson, I can’t help but think what an amazing mom you’ll be.”
“Does someone have baby fever?”
“No, I mean…maybe” He stumbles to get out.
“Can’t we just have our own?” he says looking down at his nephew.
“We would make pretty cute kids…but we should wait a while.”
“I guess you’re right, but can we babysit more often? ”
“As much as you want babe
You kiss each other goodnight and fall asleep.

The next morning you wake up, get Greyson ready and you, Aaron, Greyson and Candice all go out for breakfast as you tell her the adventures you had babysitting.

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There Are Three Rules To The Game by lastminotaur.

When we were kids, we all had games we used to play. Whether it’s playing tag or Bloody Mary or whatever else, they are all the same in that they have rules. Those rules aren’t written by the children who play them of course but they always pass on to the younger ones and so we knew them all the same, and we played by them. I played mine with /u/LittleNym and so we’re writing this together, bringing both our memories of this day, ensuring that what you’re about to read is as close to what happened as possible.

We played what we’ll call the Doorbell game. While it’s quite simple (you ring someone’s door and run away before they open), it’s still built upon fundamental rules. LittleNym and I don’t play games together anymore. We’re bound not by friendship but by something deeper. A burden. We were bound together that day, when we broke the rules.

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Journal Entry #1 of a Parisian Citizen in ML

Dear Diary,

Today was supposed to be a fun day. Everyone was eagerly awaiting the results of the Kids+ new weather girl contest between the finalists Aurore Boréale and Mireille Caquet.

Of course it was Mireille who won!  I was standing outside the TVi studio with several other people, waiting to cheer for the winner, when a strange girl in purple and white came out instead.

She must have been one of those ‘akumatized’ people, because she had a magic umbrella that blew everyone around. I quickly grabbed my son and decided to leave before something worse happened!

I figured it was safe enough far away from the studio, so we stopped at the Place des Vosges park to get him a Mireille balloon. It turns out that some famous model boy was getting his photograph taken in front of the fountain that day as well. I thought I overheard a teen girl squealing about him at the merry-go-round, but I’m not sure.

Unfortunately, Climatika, or whatever she called herself, showed up again blasting people with ice and wind. This time we ran straight home and stayed there. So much for the nice weather… At least Ladybug and Chat Noir managed to stop her.

Paris used to be a lot quieter.


“A+ Students”

Originally posted by tvd-tw-ships

Request: Hiiiii. I was wondering if you could write an imagine where the reader and Stiles are sneaking into a teacher’s classroom or something to get papers or something but the teacher or whoever comes and they have to hide and somehow kiss? Idk. And also your blog rules! 😘😊

A/N: Hey guys! I’m working on the final chapter of Best Friend’s Cousin and it’s a long one! So I’ll post this imagine to keep you occupied with my blog while I’m working on the other one. I’ve been really busy lately and have been pretty sick. Also I got a little carried away with this one so it’s going to be two parts :) hope you like it!

I needed to ace this test and so did Stiles. Our averages were both sitting at an 84. 4 and we needed to get at least a 84.5 to round up to an 85 to get honor roll. If we didn’t get honor roll then we got our free periods taken away until we got honor roll again, I know, strict rules. Stiles and I were going around to our various and nearly begging on our knees for extra credit, but they all refused and called us irresponsible for waiting until the last minute, ugh. After going around all 4th period, 5th came around. We had econ together with Coach Finstock, and we knew he would not give desperate extra credit out. We took our seats sulking that our grades were going to go in as 84s and no free periods for us, stuck in study halls with freshmen. Until coach said,

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