what seems to be the problem officer

anonymous asked:

Aliens reacting to our mess of alien horror films please?

Jostedalsbreen had been on the primarily human vessel for almost thirty of their rotations now, and was confident enough to say xe knew a lot about humans and their cultures by now.

Xe even knew of the concept of popcorn, which apparently was going to be relevant for the end-of-roation bonding they referred to as ‘moovee naigt’ apparently they would view a classic of some sort. It sounded like an art form similar to theatre - which Jostedalsbreen had read about.

When xe arrived at the designated room xe had no idea what horrors awaited xem. At first it seemed pleasurable enough, but it didn’t take long before xe was as good as frozen to xir seat, silently bemoaning the evolutionary trait that rendered xem unable to move. 

Fortunately, one of the humans - Communications Officer Moreau - seemed to take notice not too long after, and end the horrific ordeal on the screen. Jostedalsbreen needed some time to recover before xe was able to communicate in a way the humans would understand, but once xe was ready, xe knew what xe had to ask.

“W- what was that?”

“The movie?” Moreau asked before they seemed to realise the problem. “It’s fictitious, don’t worry. Purely for entertainment value.”

Clearly the humans didn’t realise how unsettling that statement was. “You find footage of your own species being ripped to shreds funny?” Xe asked in disbelief, almost scared of what the answer would be. Humans did have a reputation after all, but from what xe had seen, it seemed to be largely undeserved. Even if they seemed to have no idea what self-preservation meant, and came from a truly terrifying world.

“No, no, of course not. It’s scary,” they answered, causing a wave of relief to wash over Jostedalsbreen. Until they continued, that is. “That’s what we like about it.”

The shock xe experienced must have shown, because Moreau didn’t stop there. “I’m not really sure why or how it works, but getting scared is funny sometimes. Like, when someone sneaks up behind you and scare you, and for some reason you end up laughing because the person who snuck up on you scared you? That ever happen to you?”

It took longer than it should have for Jostedalsbreen to realise that they weren’t joking, nor was the question rhetorical. “No. How would someone attacking you be entertaining?”

“I don’t know, it just is. And they’re not actually attacking, they’re just… you know. Giving you a spook.”

Pretending to understand what they meant, xe moved xir head in what humans considered a sign of agreement, realising xe had been a fool to think xe could ever understand humans.

Since we have our leaked/not really leaked Steven Bomb from the CN app, there’s obviously a lot to analyze. For this post I’m going to focus on the gem everyone’s been screaming about:

Aquamarine. And to be fair, the little blue gnat is pretty interesting.

We all knew her introduction as an innocent wasn’t going to last. Between the leaks and CN releasing all of the eps at once on the app, the effects this might have had was kind of lost. But it is worth noting that when things are going her way or someone has something she needs and she thinks she’s going to get it without a fight, she does revert back to her child like demeanor. Meaning that although she is far from innocent, her introduction truly was not an act on her part. That said, just like Navy, she is entirely aware of the effect her demeanor has on other people. So she uses it. 

Oh no! You found us.

Unlike Navy, Aquamarine’s behavior surpasses conniving and borders on straight up evil. As far as I can remember, she’s been the only villain in the series to date that has to threatened to kill humans in any context- let alone use them as hostages.

Can you remind me… I mean my memory is perfect. But, our orders were to bring back six humans. I’m just not sure. Did they specify… alive? You know, I don’t think they did.

The people she’s threatening have done nothing to her. They place her in no actual danger. She straight up does not care one way or the other about the crystal gems. (actually no one from homeworld seems to care about the crystal gems aside from Rose Quartz, but that’s for another post) What she does care about is the fact that they’re standing in the way of an easy completion to her mission. 

Which begs the question: if an agate terrifies, what the heck is an aquamarine supposed to do? 

Her design and demeanor scream perfectly stuck up prefect on a power bender, but what is her role in gem society? Is she an investigator/ police officer or is she some kind of intergalactic dog catcher? Her powers are good for offence and defense. But as death threat happy as she is, her magic wand’s ability to capture and throw at great distances does not actually harm those she uses it against. It just serves its purpose: it either captures something she’s after, or gets rid of something that stands in her way. 

That said, she has no problem ordering Topaz to inflict deadly force. 

And then there’s this:

I know what you’re thinking Topaz. It seems a little suspicious that “my dad” is also a Steven. But you know… if it means getting out of here, I’ll believe it. 

So here’s Aquamarine. She’s use to being both the most intelligent AND the most powerful person in any given situation. And what has it done? It’s made her lazy.

She knows as well as everyone there that Steven is definitely not “my dad”. And to be frank… she gives no fucks whatsoever. She thinks this is below her, and is willing to do as little work as possible to fulfill the minimum requirement of a task she was given. 

Not to mention that once again, she’s placed the dirty work of this on Topaz. If she gets called out for this, she’s set it up so that Topaz will take the fall. 

I would say that she’s intelligent enough to be aware of all these things, but she also doesn’t care about any of it.

And that will be her undoing. 


No pets were allowed on campus.

The freshman orientation guide was very, Very clear about this point. Absolutely, positively, no pets allowed. (minor exceptions to be made for service animals.) And yet here she was, 3 weeks into her first semester, sitting on the ground, staring at a cat. It was staring back.

Dread had always been fond of animals. She had never been allowed to have any pets, (her father was allergic to most things with fur, and her mother just hated animals) but she had always wanted a cat. Multiple cats, preferably. And now she was sitting on the steps of her dorm, in a college where No Pets Were Allowed, staring at the most precious little ball of fur she had ever set eyes on. She knew far too well about the other rules (she was on her second roommate, now, and the delicate horns curling from the thing-that-was-not-her-first-roommate’s face had left an… impression.) She was very good about remembering iron, salt, and not to say please or thank you. But this was a very cute cat, and she was willing to risk a little bit.

It meowed. She held out a hand, and it walked right up to her, and “oh my goodness you are just the cutest thing!” she squeaked. The cat seemed satisfied.

She was, to say the least, conflicted. The rules were very clear, and the rules were generally right, but this was a very small cat, and she did not have very many friends, and really, she already knew what she would do. “C’mere, you.” She scooped up the cat and it snuggled into her jacket. “I’m going to name you Eldritch.”


It was about three weeks later that things got… actively weird. She had managed to smuggle in, via the Walmart (which had no employees that day, she left the money on the counter and hoped that nothing Else would take it) a litter box and cat food. Eldritch seemed to settle in fine, and she traded her roommate 3 dollars and a cool rock in return for not telling anyone about the very, very illegal pet currently snoozing on her lap. The roommate, whose name was Chalkboard, seemed to like the cat. Chalkboard even gave the cat a cat-toy. When Chalkboard vanished (decided to take the “fake your death to avoid breaking up with your s.o” advice a little too much to heart), Not-Chalkboard did Not like the cat. Dread caught Not-Chalkboard making what looked like a very rude hand gesture at the cat on multiple occasions, although it’s hands were strange and​ it was hard to be sure. It was when Not-Chalkboard, after having a Very Intense staring contest with the cat for about 6 minutes, saw the error of its ways and vanished, leaving Chalkboard in its place, that Dread began to think something might be up. Eldritch said nothing, as cats are wont to do, but it purred a great deal when Chalkboard let it sit on her lap while she was doing her homework. This was, to say the least, Rather Suspect. Nothing more was said about it.

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A thing you probably don’t know about me is that sometimes I get in this mood where I don’t want to do anything but spend every spare moment binge-watching House, M.D. for several days at a time. I was on ep 2.15, “Clueless,” AKA that one where Wilson crashes at House’s place for a while, when inspiration struck and this Sterek drabble happened. Or… It’s almost 2k words, so maybe it’s a bit more than a drabble, BUT it’s still a drabble in spirit. (Rated T.)

It’s almost midnight when Derek finally shoulders on his coat, locks his office door, and steps out, only to spot Stiles crouched in front of the vending machine at the end of the hall, whacking the glass with the heel of his palm and muttering darkly.

Derek can’t just ignore him; he never can. (It’s a bit of a problem, and everyone in the hospital seems to know it, except for Stiles.) Before he knows it, he’s changed tracks and walked right over. “What are you still doing here?”

Stiles sits back on his heels to look up at him. “Bob ate my dollar and I’m feeling petty so I’m trying to get it back.”

“Bob?” Derek asks, a split second before he remembers that Stiles named the vending machine. It’s just this kind of thing that makes Derek feel guilty for sometimes looking at Stiles’ mouth a little too long, or pausing to let his eyes follow Stiles’ progress down the hall. Stiles isn’t a kid or anything, but he’s still only 26 to Derek’s 32, and he’s still got a year of residency to go. A lot of times, like when he’s jamming out to his iPod while he looks over lab work or doing stupid stuff like naming the vending machines, he seems to Derek more like a college kid than a grown man with a medical license and a house and a girlfriend.

Stiles goes back to hitting the vending machine, and Derek remembers why he originally came over here. “Didn’t your shift end at 7?”

Stiles smirks up at him, and Derek tries very, very hard not to imagine him making that same face in certain… other contexts. “What, you got my schedule memorized now, Dr. Hale? I’m flattered.”

It would make Derek’s life a lot easier if so much of what Stiles said didn’t come out sounding so flirtatious. Derek crosses his arms over his chest. “You’re deflecting.”

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Can I help you, Officer? (Jimin x Reader)


Prompt/Ask: Can you do a jimin request??? Where jimin is your sexy hot husband and a cop and when he pulls you over for speeding he punishes you.😉😉😉😉😉😉

Fandom: BTS

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Warnings: car sex, language, partially dangerous driving

Word Count: 2498

Authors Note: I suck at smut lmao, I always feel like I’m really bad at writing it. Oh well, in time hopefully I’ll be better. Here’s some spicy Officer Jimin for you all ;)))) If there are any errors let me know, and I hope you enjoy!

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Business and Pleasure - Part 13

Summary:  Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.

Word Count: 1,413

Warnings: Swearing

Originally posted by naih-reedus

“Y/N Barnes?” the nurse’s voice, however kind it may have seemed to everyone else in the room, sent shivers down your spine. You weren’t ready for this. You didn’t want to be here. In fact, you could think of several places you’d rather be at the moment, but you tried to keep a neutral expression as you stood.

“Do you want me to come in with you? Or I can just wait out here. Whichever you’d prefer.” Steve asked, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze.

Nodding, you squeezed back tightly, “Please. I feel like I’m either going to puke. Or pass out. Maybe both. I don’t really know.”

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Noona || Jeon Jungkook (PT. 1)

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

Word Count: 2.9k

Genre: Angst/Fluff

The building in front of you loomed overhead, causing the nerves to run through your body. There was an underlying nervousness that you couldn’t quite shake for some reason. Maybe it was because you were in a country that you knew nothing about.

There was only one thing you did know, and that was that you were finally hired by a company and they were willing to pay you a good amount for doing your job, which excited you. You had always dreamed, from the moment you were a little kid to become a makeup artist. It wasn’t because you liked makeup, but because you liked turning people into art.

It had been a couple weeks ago when you had gotten the email from the company, saying they had heard about your work from another band that had just recently toured in your country. One of their makeup artists had gone home sick and wasn’t able to fulfill their job, so when they put up an ad looking for someone to cover the emergency, you had shown up.

Your makeup job had been flawless, and perfect for what they needed. And that was why you were here now, in Seoul, South Korea, instead of your home town.

A company named BigHit had sent you an email inquiring about your services, and hired you the moment you said you would do the job. When you had arrived in the country you had been greeted by a woman who was the same age as you, named Jihyo. She introduced herself as your translator slash teacher.

Her job was to make sure you were able to communicate with the boys as easily as possible and teach you the language so that soon you would be able to tour with them without a problem.

You were excited, as now you were doing the one thing you loved, and getting paid fairly well for it. The only problem was the language barrier. Soon that wouldn’t be a problem, but for now it seemed like the biggest thing blocking your path from a seamless transition.

“So this is the BigHit building, you’ll come here everyday and report in to the main office. You may have been hired as a makeup artist but you’ll also be with the boys when their practicing and rehearsing. Your job will be to make sure they eat and stay healthy.” Jihyo explained. The two of you were walking into the building and she led you in the direction of what you assumed was the main office.

“You’re telling me I’ve basically become a babysitter?” You asked for clarification. Jihyo nodded before smiling and laughing lightly. The sound of her laughter made a smile come over your own lips and you couldn’t stop it.

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No Regrets (Part 7)

So I’ve been away for a few days, spending some time with my family. Didn’t manage to update this earlier but here it is now! Hope you like it!

Need to catch up? Here’s No Regrets Masterlist

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: Swearing. Some angst. SASSY TONY.

A/N: Ooh, the tension, guys! Also, this gif is so perfect for this part!

Originally posted by starkexpo

You needed coffee today. Normally you’re pretty cheery when you arrive at work but this morning you were snappy and your colleagues noticed. The girls have asked you to nip around the corner to the café and grab you all some liquid caffeine. You were more than happy to do it – anything to get out of the office today! You were getting tired of all the drama. In a way you knew that this will pass in time, you’d just have to stick through it. But logic was not the dominant force today. Today angst and bitterness were having a day out in the life of Y/N…

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Blind Side - Chapter 3

Intro | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

You stood alone in your closet, wearing nothing but a silk dressing robe, surrounded by outfits and accessories for every occasion. Flowing gowns, skin-tight workout gear, mix-and-match business attire, and a ski suit you wore for all of five minutes – you’d honestly rather freeze than look like a walking marshmallow. You never thought this day would come, but here you are. Hundreds of options, and nothing to wear.

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Laundry - warren x reader

Word count: 1k
Warnings: none

Request: ‘so imagine that warren has a problem with clothes getting too stretched out because   of his wings and clothes just not fitting properly and imagine that the mansion has a community laundry and dry cleaner system with everyone’s names written on the tags of their clothes ,and if someone needs something fixed or altered that’s we’re they go. Now, the reader(who is really quiet and shy) is then only one who manages it because everyone else is too busy to do laundry and Charles asks if someone could help and since she has alot of free time she volunteered. One day she notices that all of Warren’s shirts are either ripped or stretched out from trying to get his wings in them and so she buys him a couple of new shirts that he would like and that would fit him and altered it so that there are slits in the back where his wings would be with snap buttons at the bottom so he can slip his wings in without stretching the shirt and whenever he gets his shirts back he’s just like “oh my God who did this, who cared about me enough to go out of their way like this” and he thinks to himself he has to find this person. So he goes to the laundry room and waits like all day because he really wants to find this person, and when the reader finally walks in they just have a really fluffy moment.’ By @brianabrown4878
It was laundry day and of course, everyone in the school had to be busy with something. Kurt was catching up in his classes, warren was training (probably just hiding from everyone to be honest), jean was practicing her powers again and almost everyone had some kind of excuse. Y/N was busy packing her laundry down to the laundry room and nearly tripped over some of the other students clothes. She stumbled, catching herself!f and sighed, someone had to do this, and she knew the clothes had their names tagged on them. She wasn’t much of a talker or anything, but found herself sorting everyone’s clothes into piles to do the laundry, since she hasn’t had anything else to do.
  Y/N spent most of the day doing laundry, she had everyone’s clothes put in the baskets and paused when she seen a very worn out Def Leppard T-shirt that belonged to the one and only archangel, warren Worthington III. A small frown appeared on her face, going through his clothes only to notice that almost every shirt was this way. She shook her head, sitting his clothes to the side before fixing her hair and distributing the others clothes back to their rightful owners. She had to do something, she was that kind of person, and her crush on warren didn’t seem to help the fact that she was now walking into Xavier’s office to ask him if she could work the laundry from then on. For Warren, of course. “Sir?” She asked softly as he looked up from the book he was reading, “yes?” He asked, he didn’t read her mind so he didn’t technically know what she wanted. “Today I went to the laundry room and-” “its messy, I’m sorry” Xavier frowned. “-that’s not the problem, but I washed everyone’s clothes and I think I’d like to work the laundry from now on and I need to go get…supplies, do I have permission to leave?” She rocked on the balls of her feet, seeing she was wearing sandals. He nodded.
  Y/N found herself walking around the mall, checking out the clothes and of course, getting many band t-shirts in Warren’s sizes. Of course she didn’t have to do it, but she did. After she gathered supplies, she headed back to the school to work on fixing his new clothes. She contemplated how it would work, then it came to her mind that his favorite leather jacket had slits in the back! She worked with the clothes, fixing them so they would fit the angel without having to be stretched out. Then, she wrote his name on the tags.
  It was later on that night and she felt extremely tired, but wandered down the halls with the laundry basket of his old clothes to sit them away and replacing them with the new clothes…

  Warren finally had enough time to get his laundry done, he was walking down the halls shirtless, signing to himself. He walked inside, wondering where his old clothes were, only to find the new t-shirts with his name on them. His heart almost stopped, someone actually cared to do this for the angel? Why him? He wasn’t exactly a nice person, he didn’t think he deserved to be treated nicely, but someone had taken time to shop and fix these shirts for… For his wings! Warren’s eyes watered, which was a sight you’d probably never see. He picked up one of the shirts, Metallica. Whoever this person was, must have really thought about the clothes because they were all great and probably expensive too. He looked down for a moment, sitting down and sighing heavily. 'I have to find them, this person needs a huge ass thank you, but they better not tell anyone…’ He thought to himself, deciding to wait for this mystery person.
   Y/N woke up some time later, knowing there was to be more laundry done on the weekend more than during the actual week and this time, she even had to do some bedsheets too. Rubbing her eyes, she got up and took a shower, letting the hot water cascade down her body was merely relaxing. She washed off, taking the time to do her morning routine and dried her hair, taking her dirty laundry and putting it in a basket. She hoped that the students hadn’t piled up a lot of things as she slipped on some sweatpants and sandals, almost forgetting to grab her things and it took a little while for her to her things down to the room, struggling to twist the knob…
  Warren wasn’t really paying attention to a lot of things but as soon as the doorknob started to turn, his breath caught in his throat in anticipation. What if it was Xavier? Or even Hank? Should he be this nervous about it? He didn’t know but all of his feelings were changed when he seen the color of Y/N’s hair. He side smiled and got off of the washing machine, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly as she pushed the door open, not yet seeing him there. Was it her?
  Y/N lifted her things to walk inside, her eyes falling on Warren who was reading a very unreadable expression at the moment, but seemed to be a little upset? She looked down, slowly putting the basket down. “I… I’m sorry, I just really wanted to be nice, you’ve been nice to me and you’ve not picked on me like other people usually do because I’m quiet and-” she looked up,swallowing hard. Warrens eyes were brighter, a small smile across his lips. “Me? Mad? Actually, I just… Got a little surprised that someone would care for me enough to do that, and quite frankly, darling, you are absolutely wonderful. I need to repay you” he stated as he walked closer, only clad in his jeans and boots. He smiled softly at her, “how can I ever repay you?” He asked softly, watching her expression changed to surprised. “Well… I’ve always wondered what it looks like from the rafters…” She trialed off, earning a small chuckle from the angel, who wrapped his arms around her. “How about this… I fly you around but I still don’t think that’s enough repay, so I guess I’ll be sticking around you linger than before, maybe we can become… Closer?” He suggested. To that, she nodded, wondering what exactly was going to happen.

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Moving Business Part 3

Originally posted by donewithjeon

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Genre: Mafia!au 

Warnings: Some sexy fun time (god I hope this turns out okay)

Summary: You were going to follow the good old method of fake it till you make it. The minute Taehyung let his guard down you were going to go before you got hurt but somethings are easier said than done.

(Credit to original owner of gif)

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Like you had asked Taehyung took you home but you began spotting little things as soon as you stepped in. It was like he baby proofed it. All days had an extra lock and you knew he wasn’t even going to consider giving you the key. He had hidden all sharp things in the kitchen so when you were cooking food and asked for one he had simply pulled one out of his pocket and had done it for you. When you both went to bed and he was kissing your neck, you stared at the bedroom door and spotted the keyhole that adorned it. The balcony had been bolted off as well. He had taken every step possible to ensure you weren’t going anywhere or as you imagine he would tell you to ‘ensure your safety.’

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Jason Todd/Red Hood X Reader- Stalker From Another Universe (Part 4)

I was about to post this, but then my mind got side tracked and then I fell into the void that’s named Tumblr.  When I finally snapped out of my daze, I forgot that I was posting something….. This is what you do to me Tumblr!!!

Part 1 , Part 2, Part 3

Warning: Swearing, blood.  There’s nothing to worry about here….

Tagging: @cheyennethefangirl, @its-scarlet-witch-bitch

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GENESIS — Spencer Reid Imagine

A.N; hi! i love angst, spencer, and the song genesis by dua lipa (which this imagine is based off of) so i just had to write this. enjoy!


WARNINGS; slight mentions of unsub/killing. nothing super graphic or vivid.

     In the beginning god created Heaven and Earth. For what it’s worth, I think he might’ve created you first.

    TRUE LOVE is something humans do, not a feeling we get. However, too often are people blinded by a false sense of love — lust, and are tricked into thinking they love a person when they merely love the idea of them.

    Love was a tricky thing in the BAU and many failed at it countless times, but when people like Derek and Savannah succeeded, it was a blessing. Everyone wanted to experience the feeling of love, and everyone wanted a companion they could come home to after seeing the worst of evil in the world. A small fraction of people were like Alvez, and were simply fine with having a cute dog to greet them when they walked through the front door.

    At first you completely cut the idea of having a relationship from your mind. Combined with your busy work schedule and your inability to let your walls down for the people who cared most about you, a relationship just wouldn’t work. Being in the BAU required the ability to not allow yourself to be vulnerable on the field. You constantly had to keep an invisible shield up in your mind to block out the evil things thrown your way. If this shield would to be broken, you would be just as weak as the unsub you were going after.

    You and Spencer had a strange relationship as many would tell you. When you first joined the team, you were reserved and over-compensated to help yourself feel like you fit in. Strangely, after a few months of being apart of Prentis’s team, you had Spencer had hit it off. Initially there was no sexual desires that played part in your relationship, it was just you and Spencer and your ever-growing friendship that some felt envious of. You made great relationships with the other members, but there was something different you and Spencer had with each other.

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LIES {part 1}

Sitting across from Yoongi, you had never seen him like this. He was fidgeting and sweaty, he kept wiping his hands on his pants and he wouldn’t look straight at you.

Yoongi! You yelled and he looked at you wide-eyed. You’re scaring me! What the hell do you want to tell me? Your curiosity was peeking through and you were ready to shake him.

The two of you had been friends ever since you started working with BTS. You were their main confidant, other than their manager. They would come to you with wardrobe dislikes, crazy fan problems, or just the occasional getaway. Yoongi liked that he could escape into your office, faking some issue, and just relax with you silently typing in the background.

You had slowly become friends with him and things just seemed to blossom. Overhearing some music he was listening to, the two of you realized that you had a lot in common, soon he would come to your office wanting to take or get advice about a certain composition.

However, today was different. He had asked you out for coffee, he emphasized that he couldn’t just meet you in your office, but remained cryptic. The vague answers and little eye contact he made as you sat in front of him at the café had your mind going in a frenzy.

You tried to keep your heart at bay, but you were hoping that the news he had was something you had been dreaming of, because for months you had been fawning over him. To say he was beautiful was an understatement, but other than his outward appearance, he had a way with words that could steal any girl’s heart. And to top it all off, he was incredibly kind. He would come into your office some days with a cup of coffee and let you rant. So obviously, it was hard not to fall for him. But now you sat there, your stomach in knots as you looked at a fidgety idol.

His hair was disheveled in its usual Yoongi way, as he tried to cover it up with a beanie. His face was bare, with not a lick of makeup in sight, and his glasses graced his beautiful features, framing his eyes as he glanced around the room. He wore ripped black jeans and a simple gray sweater that you just wanted to cuddle up to and burrow your face away. The thought of it made you blush and you immediately tried to cover it up by taking a sip of coffee.

Yoongi seemed to shake his head as he took a sip of coffee as well.

This is weird. He mumbled and you tilted your head.

What’s weird? You asked and he shrugged.

I just didn’t think this would happen. He said and placed his coffee down. Your heart raced as your mind went into overdrive. I tried to figure out the best way to bring it up, but I don’t know it’s just something that I couldn’t tell you in the office.

As he continued to speak, you began picturing him nervously telling you he cared about you and your stomach filled with butterflies.

Y/N, you’re one of my best friends. He started and you smiled.

I’m glad we are such good friends. You replied and he gave you a small smile that made your knees weak.

I’ve felt this way for a while and I don’t know how to say it. He continued and you nodded.

Well just try to say it. You responded and your heart began to pound for the millionth time since you sat down.

He closed his eyes, and took a deep breath, looking down at the table, he rested his hands on the coffee mug and looked up at you. His eyes pierced into yours and you were completely lost in them.

I really like Mi Sun. He said and your world stopped. You immediately looked down at your coffee, you could see a warped reflection of yourself and you tried to comprehend what he was saying.

Mi Sun was a coordinator at BigHit, and you were not exaggerating when you said she was the absolute worst. She constantly came in late, giving no excuse, and making others feel stupid with her narcissistic superiority complex. Any time she would come into the room with her stuck up personality and annoying voice, you had to do everything not to roll your eyes. Everything about her was the opposite of Yoongi and you wanted to smack him for even looking twice at her, but here he was professing his ever growing feelings for her.

She just has this confidence and charisma. He said and you scoffed. Sitting back he looked at you with a tilted gaze. What was that for? He asked and your anger got the best of you.

Mi Sun is the worst. You spewed. She is constantly putting others down, she made fun of some of the managers calling them ‘idol wannabees.’ She harassed the shit out of one of the other coordinators that the poor girl ended up quitting and because of Mi Sun’s connection to Bang PD, we can’t fire her. You seethed and Yoongi crossed his arms.

I wanted to tell you because I felt like out of everyone, you would be on my side and try to help me, but something is wrong with you. He responded and you stood up, causing the chair to screech.

Something is wrong with ME?! How the hell is something wrong with me? You asked him with anger laced in your voice and Yoongi’s mouth turned into a straight line.

I just can’t believe you would lie and bash someone. It just makes you seem jealous and sad. He responded and you began seeing red.

I will not sit here and be called a liar. You have no fucking clue what goes on outside of your own little world. You never can look passed yourself and see the obvious mean nature of Mi Sun. Your outburst was causing attention to be drawn and Yoongi looked around nervously.

Y/N, sit down. He whispered and you glared harder at him.

No, no. If I’m such a liar, why taint your reputation with it by sitting with you? You threw your hands up and grabbed your things. But don’t you DARE come crying to me when this all fucking backfires. You turned on your heels and walked out.

As you stomped home, you sent an email to your superiors.

Sudden vacation needed. Email if you need me. Will be gone for 2 weeks. – Y/N

The email was short and to the point. Bang PD copied it and sent it to BTS with a small note attached.

FW: Sudden vacation needed. Email if you need me. Will be gone for 2 weeks. – Y/N

This is very unexpected and unlike Y/N, do any of you know what happened? Should I be worried? I don’t want to lose her. – BPD

Yoongi saw the message and rubbed his temples. He knew exactly what had happened, but how would he tell Bang PD that he had called you a liar? He sat at the café for a little longer as people around him whispered and pointed in his direction. Throwing his mask on and avoiding eye contact, he left the café and made his way back to the dorm. All of the guys sat huddled around Namjoon’s phone.

I know she left, but damn she did not want to talk. Tae said as Yoongi clued into the conversation.

Maybe if you hadn’t started screaming at her, she would have listened. Jin replied pointedly at Namjoon, who put his hands up in defense.

I just was telling her that this type of behavior is rather unprofessional. Namjoon said and Yoongi finally spoke up.

Ya, what are you guys talking about? He asked, but he had a feeling he knew the answer.

We wanted to see what made Y/N leave so abruptly, but she ended up hanging up on us when Namjoon started yelling at her about her lack of professionalism. Jimin responded and Yoongi shook his head.

It’s my fault. He replied and shrugged as all of the guys sat there with their mouths agape. I called her a liar because she said some shit about Mi Sun. He muttered and Hobi grew angry.

You called Y/N a liar?! He yelled and Yoongi was taken aback by Hobi’s passion.

Well she pretty much called Mi Sun a horrible person. He replied and Hobi threw his hands up.

THAT’S BECAUSE SHE IS! He exclaimed and shook his head. Now look what you did. He said exasperatedly and Yoongi looked down at the ground. Scratching the back of his neck, he felt like he was on trial as each of the guys tsked at him.

He had to figure out a way to make this right.

I like that (3) - You owe me (FP Jones-Riverdale) *

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Summary: Y/N’s Jughead’s friend who works at Pop’s where  FP Jones saves her from a creepy fratboy and that intrigues her.

Summary for part 3: Y/N decides to tease FP a little but ends up the one that’s left hot and bothered. (Smut)

“Hey, I thought I should make up for last night.” Hermione said walking in to the dinner at 1:30 AM. more than an hour and a half before when her shift started.

“You didn’t have to.” Y/N smiled, just cleaning up after some costumers, with FP sitting at the far end of the bar.

“I did. Get your things and get some sleep.” Hermione insisted, her hand gently caressing the girls cheek.

“Thank you.” Was all the younger girl said before giving her  a thankful smile and walking to the back of the dinner to collect her things.

“Good night, Hermione.” FP said and walked out of the dinner, trying to make it seem like he and the other waitress won’t be leaving the dinner together.

“FP.” She nodded, confused as to why a south side serpent would be at Pop’s instead of the Whyte Wyrm, at this hour of the night.

Y/N soon walked out of the dinner, her eyes soon landing on the red truck from before, on which FP was now leaning on. “That’s where I know it from.”

FP raised an eyebrow at her comment as he opened the door for her, letting the girl get in to the passenger seat.

“The truck, I saw it drive by me and Juggie when we were walking over to Pop’s after school.” She explained, setting her backpack between her and the window, letting herself sit closer to where FP will soon sit.

“Ah.” He nodded to himself before walking around and sitting behind the steering wheel. “You two seemed to be having fun.”

“Mhm.” She nodded, noticing the change in his voice when he said that, but letting it slide.

“You two were laughing. What was so funny?” He asked as he turned on the engine that undertone in his voice still detectable.

“Umm I think he called my ass little and i got offended.” The girl said smiling at the memory.

“My boy clearly needs glasses then.” He said shaking his head a small smile on his lips as Y/N grabbed his hand in to both of hers. “There’s nothing going on between you two, right?” He added out of the blue.

“Me and Juggie?” She asked surprised  that he even thought about that. “No, no, he has his eye on the Cooper girl, Betty.” She explained her eyes studying their hands. One of his was almost bigger than both of hers.

“Good.” He said smiling down at their hands.



“Pull over.” The girl said calmly as they were driving on an empty road.

“What? Is everything okay?” He asked looking at her before pulling up, a bit out of the road.

“Mhm.” She said looking at him with an innocent look in her eyes “But, you know, this..” she said looking around the car, “is not the kind of ride i wanted.” She added her lips curling up in to a wicked smile, making FP’s eyes widened for a second before he mimicked her smile, turning off the engine, his eye not leaving hers.

Within seconds he pulled lifted his hand to her chin, gently pulling her closer to him, letting their lips touch. They kissed, finally. Yes, they have kissed before, but this.. this was different, this was a real kiss. No teasing, no playing games, this was what they wanted, what they needed, both of them.

A minute of kissing has passed when Y/N pushed FP back and climbing on top of him, straddling him. He waited no time, letting his hands explore her exposed thighs as soon as she leaned down and pressed her lips to his once again. She wanted to get out of the diner as soon as possible so she didn’t change back to her normal clothes. Besides the uniform was more… practical, in this situation.

FP grabbed her hips, making her rock back and forth, letting her silk covered heat rub against his lap. She moaned in to the kiss at the sudden friction.

“You like that?” He whispered, kissing down her neck, biting on her collar bone.

“Mhm.” She moaned out in need, tugging on the hair at the back of his head, making him look up at her before leaning down and kissing him again, now grinding harder and faster against him. One of his hands making it’s was up to her breasts, cupping them trough the uniform as he bit on her lower lip. She pulled away with a smile, grabbing the collar of his shirt and starting to unbutton the buttons as he did the same with  her uniform. Her fingers were faster, as she finished with his shirt in a couple of seconds, pushing it off his body as much as the small space in the truck allowed her. She leaned down and started to kiss his neck as she got an idea. She pushed her body backwards, sitting far enough that her hands were able to undo his belt and his jeans. She pulled away from the kiss to look down and bite her lip as she sees how hard he is already.

She gently grabs his, now, free member and run her fingers up and down the shaft. The feeling of small gentle hands on his cock, making FP throw his head back and closing his eyes, enjoying the feeling. Which only intensified as she leaned forward to suck and kiss on his neck.

He let out a low growl as she started to pick up the speed and twist her wrist, making her  smile against his neck when she felt his hands roughly squeezing her ass.

“You like that?” She said in the same tone he did before. He just looked at her and that look told her more  than words ever could. She crawled off his lap and got on all fours in the seat besides him before bending down and taking the tip of his cock in to her mouth sucking on it as she twirled her tongue around the head.

“Mmm” He let out what sounded like a mix between a moan and a growl as he reached behind her pulling her dress up so he was able to grab her ass again, before slipping under her, running his fingers over her silk covered pussy making her moan against his member, sending small vibrations along his skin. As his fingers started to apply more pressure and pick up the speed she mimicked his actions  and started to bob her head up and down letting the tip hit the back of her throat every now and then.

After a couple of minutes she could feel him twitching in her mouth, she pulled away and looked up at him with that wicked smile of hers. He looked down at her, the need for climax clearly visible on his face and all she did was sent him a wink before grabbing his member and running her fingernails over the head very slowly and very gently, barely touching him but she could see and feel that he feels it as his cock started pulsing in her hand.

“Fuck-” he let out a low raspy moan as he grabbed her pony tail and brought her lips back to his member, guiding her head up and down on it and she let him, reaching for his balls and massaging him gently.

“Fuck!” He repeated again, throwing his head back as she could feel a hot substance explode in her mouth. She kept bobbing her head up and down, letting him shot every last drop of cum in to her mouth before pulling up, letting his cock out of her mouth with a pop. She sat on her knees as she looked him in the eye and swallowed what was left of his cum in her mouth.

He was left speechless as she whipped her lips on the back of her hand before sending him a sweet smile.

“Where have you been all of my life?” He asked, still breathing heavy as he cupped her cheeks and pulling her in to a heated kiss. She gladly kiss him back as his hand made its way back to her panties, pushing it aside and letting his fingers run small circles over her clit.

“FP..” she moaned against his mouth, making him smirk and continue rubbing circles, chaining up the speed and pressure, slowly going faster and faster. “Y-yes.” She could feel her legs start to tremble.

Suddenly they were hit by a strong red and blue light, followed by a loud siren.

“Fuck!” FP quickly pulled his hand away and pulled up his jeans.

“Wha-” Y/N was about to whine before she realized what was going on, still dizzy from the orgasm that slipped from reach because of the blue and red lights. 

“Fix yourself!” FP ordered quietly as he tried to button up his shirt as far as he could.

She did the same with the buttons on her uniform, fixing her hair and sitting in a normal manner.

A second after FP buttoned his third to last button they heard a knock on his window. He took a deep breath and rolled down the window. “What seems to be the problem, officer?” He asked in a bored tone as they came face to face with Kevin’s dad.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, noticing FP is not alone, the sheriff pointed his flash light straight at Y/N’s face making her wince at the sudden direct light.  “Y/N?”

“Hello Sheriff Keller.” Y/N smiled in a friendly manner.

“Is there a problem, Sheriff?” FP asked, clearly annoyed.

“Is everything okay?” Sheriff asked ignoring FP.

“Yes, Mr. Jones is just giving me a ride home, he was at Pop’s just as i finished my shift, so since I’m his son’s friend he offered t take me home. You know, after what happened to Jason… i don’t feel that safe on this roads in the middle of the night, so i gladly accepted the offer for a ride home.” She lied with ease as she looked from FP to the sheriff.

“And why are you parked in the middle of nowhere?”

“That’s totally my fault. I was playing with my ring while Mr. Jones drove and I dropped it by accident, so i asked Mr. Jones to stop so i could find it. It was my grand mothers, it means a lot to me. I really hope we didn’t break any rules.” She said looking the sheriff straight in the eye, effortlessly making up the story as she went.

“That’s okay. Just find it and get her home.” Sheriff said with a smile at the girls direction and a stern look meant for FP.

“Thank you, sheriff.” Y/N smiled as the man walked away.

“You’re scary good at that.” FP said as he rolled up the window.

“Lies or blowjobs?” She smirked.

The older man looked at her with amusement. “Both.”

“I’m just that good.” She smiled, noticing that the police car is still behind them. “I guess you have to really take me home now. I’m pretty sure they will follow us all the way to my house.” She sighed.

“Good point.” FP said before turning on the truck and driving off slowly.

“You owe me one, you know that right?” The girl said looking at him.

“Oh, I know.” He said, his hand landing on her upper thigh. “Don't  worry baby girl, I’m a man who pays up his depth.”

“I sure hone so.” She said more as a joke but closed her eyes as his hand traveled up, beginning to run his fingers over her silk covered panties, again.

“We’re here.” FP said as he stopped the car, making the girl whine at the loss of contact. She wanted to get at least a kiss before she went in to her house, but the god damn sheriff was still behind them.

“Thanks for the ride then.” She said with a sight as she gathered her things.

“I’ll make it up to you.” He said with a wink as she walked up to her porch, turning around to see both him and the sheriff drive off.

“Oh well.” She said to herself unlocked her door and walked in. She walked up the stairs, took a shower and got to bed just as the clock showed 3 AM. She wanted to take care of the ‘situation’ FP has created in her panties but she was so tired she fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.



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Imagine...Facing The Truth

Originally posted by canonspngifs

Request: Could you do a Deanxreader based off the song Paris by the chainsmokers? Emphasis on the line “if we go down then we go down together”?

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warnings: language

A/N: Put this under one’s that went completely off the rails…

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Teach me how to dance with you (800 followers!)

Originally posted by andwebegin


Pairing: Steve x reader

Warnings: ANGST, little bit of fluff, talk of miscarriage.

Word count: 2.222 (hell yeah)

Summary: Steve’s away for another mission and you fall apart. There’s a secret that has been weighing on your shoulders for way too long and you have no idea how much longer you can keep it from Steve.


A/N without the caps: This is part one to a very random series of mine. It’s based on the song “Teach me how to dance with you” by Causes.

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Sweetheart // Archie Andrews

HI OKAY SO I NEED MORE ARCHIE ANGST IN MY LIFE. I was wondering if you could do an imagine where the reader is a vixen and she notices Ms.Grundy shows up everywhere near her boyfriend and she confronts her about it and Ms.Grundy in her bitchy way tells the reader who also happens to be Archie’s girlfriend about their little set up during his music lessons and it completely wrecks the reader because she’s so in love with Archie and just a lot of angst.

Thank you for the request! Still trying to keep up with requests but they keep coming in! Please bare with me and enjoy this.


‘Alright Vixens, you’re dismissed for another day.’ Cheryl announced and flipped her hair over her shoulder, walking away with her minions. Betty, Ronnie and I all rolled our eyes, leaving the gymnasium together from another cheer practise. I still couldn’t get over the fact I did cheerleading.

'Honestly, I don’t know how the hell she managed to get cheer captain. Who thought that was a good idea?’ I asked.

'The girls who Cheryl places fear in.’ Ronnie answered, causing the three of us to laugh. We made it in the hallway, getting ready for our next class before I stopped in my tracks seeing Ms. Grundy talking to Archie.

She’d been doing this for the past few weeks, appearing either when I’m with him with just the two of us or just him. I knew she was helping him with his music, but it was very consistent thing.

'Honestly?’ I sighed. Ronnie and Betty followed my gaze to my boyfriend and his music teacher who were in conversation.

'Don’t think too much of it Y/N, she’s only helping him with music.’ Betty reassured me, watching them interact.

'She better be.’ Ronnie muttered.

'I’m going over there, wish me luck.’ I walked away from my two best friends to my boyfriend. I greeted him with a kiss on the cheek and a smile, seeing his face light up when he noticed me.

'Hey babe,’ he greeted, wrapping his arm around my waist. I looked over to Ms. Grundy, who was glaring at me over glasses.

'We’re not done talking about this.’ Ms. Grundy said to Archie, walking away from the two of us. I frowned, staring up at my boyfriend.

'What was that about?’ I asked, staring back to where Ms. Grundy left.

'Nothing, it’s all okay.’ He kissed my temple, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

I knew there was something more to this story…

And I was going to find out.


After math, I stormed out of the classroom, walking to the direction of Ms. Grundy’ office. She was having a go at my boyfriend when he didn’t deserve it and I was going to find out why.

I opened her door, seeing her with her chello in hand, lifting her head to see me at the door.

'Y/N Y/L/N, what seems to be the problem?’

'The problem is what you have with Archie. What’s going on?’ I demanded, glaring at her.

She laughed, cocking her eyebrow at me and removing her glasses. She looked like a completely different person, hardly recognisable. 'You have no idea, do you?’

'About what?’ I shook my head at her, confused at where she was going with this.

'You see, you’re boyfriend, he isn’t as innocent as you think he is.’ She smirked, stepping closer to me. I frowned at her, standing back a bit.

'Why are you saying this?’ I asked, my heart rate increasing immensely.

'You think he’s Mr. Perfect? You’ve got the wrong idea, sweetheart.’ I shivered when she said the nickname that Archie had given me.

'What the fuck are you talking about?’ I spat, clenching my jaw.

'While you’ve been living in your own world of the perfect relationship, Archie and I have been doing more then just…music lessons.’

I felt my heart stop at her words, feeling it shatter into small pieces.

'I’ve been giving him what he wants - no, what he needs. Every music lesson, here in my office…’

'Please…stop…’ I pleaded, feeling my eyes starting to water and my vision becoming blurry.

'In my car…all summer long.’ I shook my head, putting my hand over my mouth, feeling a few tickles of tears fall down my cheeks.

'You’re lying!’ I exclaimed at her, shaking my head.

'I’m afraid not.’ She chuckled sarcastically. I turned around, pulling open her office door before sprinting out of the toxic room.

Students who I ran passed watched me run, tears streaming down my face as I passed them in the hallways. I saw Archie with Betty, Jughead, Ronnie and Kevin as their facial expressions changed.

I didn’t have enough time to look due to sprinting past them, especially Archie. I couldn’t look him in the eye, he’d completely broken my trust and my heart.


'Y/N, wait!’

I ignored my friends as I exited the school, sprinting down the steps. I stormed over near the school parking lot, hearing footsteps not to far behind me.

'Y/N-’ Archie grabbed my wrist and stopped me from walking. I ripped my wrist away from him, glaring at him.

'No! No you - you don’t get to talk or speak or anything!’ I screamed at him. He seemed taken aback, confused as to why I was screaming at him. 'You’re a fucking liar!’

'Y/N…’ Betty looked between Archie and I, ready to stop me before I physically hurt him.

'No! How could you, Archie? With Ms. Grundy!?’ I exclaimed. His face dropped, looking at me with sorrow.

'Y/N…I’m so, so sorry. I ended it today-’

'You should’ve never started it! You’re my boyfriend!’ I sobbed, holding a handful of my cheer top in my hand. 'You were suppose to love me-’

'I do love you!’

'Then why he fuck did you cheat!?’ I screamed. Ronnie, Betty, Jughead and Kevin remained silent, not speaking a word due to the shock of Archie having an affair with a teacher.

'I-I don’t know! She manipulated me!’ He answered. I shook my head, letting out a sarcastic laugh.

'Really? That’s the best you got?’ I bit my lip, shaking my head at him. 'You’re pathetic.’

'I love you!’

'Stop saying that!’

'No, because it’s true!’ He exclaimed back at me. 'I never loved her, I never will.’

'She gave you what you couldn’t wait for with me. I’m sorry that I wasn’t that easy Archie.’


'No. We’re done. Even if I still love you now, I’ll learn to get over it. You e wrecked me…I loved you and your broke me. You promised you wouldn’t…I guess I was kidding myself to ever believe anything you say.’ I spat.

'Y/N, don’t - don’t do this…’

'Archie, enough,’ Ronnie finally spoke up, walking past him to stand next to me, 'you’ve done and said enough. C'mon Y/N, let’s get out of here.’ She wrapped an arm around my shoulder, leading me away from my ex-boyfriend.

Betty walked on the other side of me with Kevin beside her, leading me away from my heart that had shattered in front of the boy I love.

And I don’t know how I’m gonna fix it.

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Dirty Little Secrets

Summary: Teen Wolf Alternate Universe where Peter Hale is a cop with countless well-kept secrets, or so he thinks. Y/N McCall comes home to Beacon Hills 18 years after a scandalous affair with Mayor Gerard Argent’s son; Chris. What happens when Peter sees Y/N for the first time since she broke his heart.
Characters in this chapter: Peter Hale, female reader, Stiles Stilinski
Characters mentioned: Sheriff Noah Stilinski
Pairing: Past Chris Argent x Female Reader, Past Peter Hale x Female Reader, Peter Hale x Female Reader 
Word Count: 1,439
Warnings: Language, blackmail  
Author’s Note: Blame @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash for this. GIF found on Google. Yours? 

Parked on the side of the road, partially hidden by the mountain, Peter swiped a hand over his face. Even with the air conditioning cranked, he was roasting inside the squad. It was balls-sticking-to-his-taint hot, the kind of hot that made people pass out just from walking down the sidewalk to get their mail. Even better, it brought out the craziness in people in droves. People did weird shit when it felt like their brains were cooking inside their head.

Speaking of weird shit… “The fuck you doin’?” he asked no one but himself, peering over the top of his aviators, gum snapping between his molars. There was a motorcycle speeding down the road, weaving between the two lanes erratically, and Peter could tell the driver had no plans on slowing down. In fact, judging by the sound of the engine, it was picking up speed.

The cycle blew past the squad, and the radar gun emitted a series of shrill beeps before a set of red numbers blinked at the officer; 120. Smirking, Peter flipped on the lights and siren, and tore out of his hiding spot. Gravel spit out behind him before his tires squealed on the tar.

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