#idk i’m just scared that this next week will unlock too many emotions for me to handle at one time

[nervousyoungtwinfantasydog]

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[justcallmenikki7]

BTS Reaction To: You Break Them Out of Jail

Mafia!Au

Summary: your mafia boyfriend ends in jail and you break them out of jail

Warnings: mafia au, shooting, death, badass!reader, crack, sexual undertones, the maknae causing ruckus, slight dom!reader (NO SMUT! It was just undertone towards jimin), and yeah, language.

Request:

Mind if I request A BTS mafia au reaction to their gf breaking em out of jail? Idk why but I rlly wanna see how u'd write this & I've seen so many things about how badass the mafia au males are (no hate, most of them are hella cool) so...how bout a BTS (mafia ofc) reaction to their gf being a badass? (Any scenario, etc I don't really mind)

W.C: 2.3K

Notes: wow, this was different in terms of writing about the reader being badass instead of being innocent lmao. I hope you all enjoy it! Also, I combined the two requests in this since they were similar to one another!

Jin:

Jin was not even worried about his supposed ‘time’ in prison during court. He knew that his smirk that he held during court infuriated both the judge and district attorney. He was sadistically pleased when the district attorney showed irritation when he asked, “why are you so happy? Are you happy from all of the murders and violence you have caused? Are you that sick in the head?”

Jin did not reply, but only gave him a wink and smirk.

Now, sitting in a prison cell, counting down the time until you came and broke him out of prison. When he heard commotion from down the wall, he knew it was time. Going to stand at the bars, he wrapped his hands around the bars, casually leaning so he can play the role of acting ‘suspicious’ on why there are gun shots being fired and people screaming. Once he saw your long hair and heard your voice ordering commands at his gang, he could not help but feel both turned on and in love.

“Where’s Kim Seokjin’s cell?” You demanded, gripping the collar of the guard.

“Fifth cell on the left,” he stuttered out, whimpering when he felt Taehyung’s gun being pressed to the side of his head.

Once you got in front of your husbands’ cell, you could not help but smile. “You look hot in a jumpsuit,” you winked at him.

When the jail cell opened, Jin brought you into him and gave you a deep, passionate kiss. Even though the two of you have been away from one another for two days, he still missed you like crazy.

“Hey, hyung, we gotta go or unless you want to be charcoal in t-minus five minutes, your choice.” Jungkook spoke sarcastically, leaned up against the wall casually, looking down at his watch.

“Watch it, Maknae.”

He was only answered with a bunny smile.

Yoongi:

Yoongi was leaned up against the wall outside, watching all of the other prisoners either play basketball or lift weights. He knew some of them, having ran into them on the streets or have done business with them, but that does not mean he is going to be buddies with them. The other ones, the ones he did not know, he found comical. From how they walked with such confidence and smugness, boasting about how what they did is worse than others to end up in prison.

Playing with the bracelet you got him for your second anniversary, he waited patiently for you. He knew that you were planning on how to break him out of this hell hole. So, when he saw a drome fly over the prison fence, he could not be filled with pride, knowing that his queen was saving him, something he found funny.

“What the fuck is that?” He heard the guards ask each other, but to be only answered by getting shot, the drome that Jungkook built having guns attached to it.

Screaming filled the outside, along with grenades going off.

Turning to look towards the explosion, he saw you walk out with a lady guard, gun pressed to her head as she led you to Yoongi. Once you saw him, you shot the guard, throwing her to the ground before you ran to your husband. When you got close enough, you jumped into Yoongi’s arms, legs wrapping around his waist.

“I fucking hate you, you know that?” Was the first thing you asked and the one thing that made Yoongi’s heart skip a beat happily.

“I know,” Yoongi smirked, taking your gun from you so he can get the both of you out of the shit hole of a prison.

Hoseok:

What scared the underground world the most is how equally crazy you and Hoseok are. Truthfully, the judge and district attorney, along with the police department were terrified when the newbie arrested Jung Hoseok and took him to court. He, obviously, was not warned about the one and only, Jung Hoseok.

Sitting through the whole trial with a blank, but deadly expression on his face, Hoseok was silent. He knew that the judge was terrified of him, which Hoseok found funny, playing with the old man by staring at him with a blank expression every time the judge and him made eye contact. Everyone in the court room that they will eventually be meeting their death soon from how they were going against the mafia boss.

Laying down on the uncomfortable bed, Hoseok stared blankly at the ceiling, messing with his rings. A terrified scream was what alerted him, but the laugh that followed after it had Hoseok’s heart soaring.

“Princess,” he whispered, but then scowled. “What the fuck is she doing?” He asked himself in disbelief.

“She is breaking your dumbass out of prison. Unless, you enjoy the bed and shitty food, then forget about it,” you answered sarcastically, arms crossed over your chest.

“Dumbass? Better watch your mouth princess,” Hoseok warned, smirk on his face as he walked up the bars.

“Fucking gross you guys, just unlock the jail cell and lets go before the swat gets here,” Yoongi groaned, shooting a guard.

Once you opened the cell, Hoseok brought you in, breath fanning across your neck, “Just wait until we get home.”

Looking up at him, a smile on your face. “Can’t wait,” you replied, kissing his lips sweetly. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

And he did.

Namjoon:

You walked into the prison, dressed in a pair of skintight jeans, black knee length boots, black blouse, and your hair curled tightly. A confident smirk was on your lips as you walked up to the window with the front desk lady sitting behind the window.

“How can I help you?” The lady asked bored, not looking up from her phone.

Rolling your eyes, you pulled your gun out from the back of your pants, cocking it, catching the lady’s attention. “Where is Kim Namjoon?” You demanded. Trying to call for back up, you shot her straight in the heart, sighing. “Dumbass.”

“Noona! You gotta chill,” Jimin teased, “I know you miss your Da—”

Slapping him, “watch it, Jiminie, or you’ll be in trouble yourself.” You whispered into his ear, drawing a whimper from the boy.

“We got the guards covered, the door is unlocked, here’s the key to his cell.” Hoseok ran up to you, handing you the keys.

“Thanks, Hoseokie.” You smiled, turning to look behind you, “Kookie, cover my ass!” You yelled, running to Namjoon, Jungkook right behind you.

“Kitten? Is that you?” You heard Namjoon call out, making your heart race. Stopping in front of his cell, you could not help but to tear up. Not seeing him for a week, you were emotional and missed your fiancé. “Don’t cry baby, I’m here now.” Unlocking his cell, you jumped into his arms, clinging onto him. “God, I’ve missed you.” Namjoon sighed, nuzzling your head, kissing the top of it. “Let’s go home.”

Jimin:

Jimin cringed at the food in front of him, even if you can call it that. “I’d rather starve than eat this shit,” he muttered to himself, pushing the tray away from him.

The sound of the lunchroom’s doors being slammed opened and two gunshots ringing throughout the room caught everyone’s attention. Commotion rose when two guards were shot, silencing the whole room. Heels clicked against the ground, a familiar sound to Jimin.

“Where is Park Jimin?” Your voice demanded, a beautiful sound to Jimin. Seokjin’s hand pointing towards the short man had you smiling brightly, relief flooding through your body at the sight of your boyfriend.

“What the fuck is this?” A prisoner demanded, standing up from his table.

Your smile turned into a scowl, eyes glaring at the male. “What does it matter to you, asshole?”

“You’re just breaking out your boyfriend, who in fact, is a murder and drug lord instead of the innocent ones? This is bullshit.” He yelled, stalking towards, only to be stopped by Taehyung and Jungkook.

Raising your gun, you shot the man in the head, annoyed by him. This caught everyone else’s attention. “Now, if anyone has a problem with this, then feel free to stand up and make your point. If not, then good for you for wanting to stay alive.”

Feeling an arm around your waist and the person leading you out of the lunchroom, you left the prison. “You being dominant and badass is a real turn on,” Jimin said, bringing a chuckle out of you.

“I was actually nervous as fuck.”

Taehyung:

Taehyung felt disgusting.

Normally, he is dressed in name brand designer clothes, such as Gucci. Right now, he is dressed in cheap jumpsuits, something that he can tell is irritating his skin. Picking at the clothes in the washrooms, he shivered in disgust at the stain that was on it. “Unsanitary,” he mumbled, shaking his head in disappointment.

Touching his face, he looked at himself in the cracked mirror, frowning once again at how dry his skin is. The sound of someone tapping on the window caught his attention. Looking up at the window that was displayed above the lockers, Taehyung saw your face pop out from the corner. He saw your eyes crinkle, a tell-tale sign of you smiling.

“Oh God, please tell me that she’s wearing a harness.” He prayed, wanting you to be secured in the harness you are obviously wearing to hang on the side of the building.

He saw you motion back, to which he did. Next thing he knew was the glass breaking, making him cringe at the sound, knowing that it caught the attention of guards. But what was surprising none came.

“Namjoon gassed the hallways, and Jimin cut off the cameras.” You answered his thoughts. “But, I am here to save you, Romeo!” You joked, throwing rope through the window for him to use to climb through the window.

“I’m coming, Juliet!” Taehyung laughed, shaking his head. Once the two of you climbed to the top of the building, he pulled you in for a hug.

“Oh!” You said excitedly, you grabbed the backpack from Yoongi, “Here’s some clothes to change in to.”

“You know me so well,” he chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

Jungkook:

As the guard was shoving Jungkook down the hallway to his cell, Jungkook could not help but to laugh.

“what the fuck are you laughing at, Jeon?” The guard demanded, shoving the mafia lead even harder from behind.

“Oh, just knowing that you are going to be dying soon.” Jungkook answered, smirking at the fact that the guard did not shove him again.

“Is that a threat, punk?” The guard demanded, but the underlying fear was evident in his voice, satisfying Jungkook.

“No, it is a promise.”

And true to his word, the sound of explosions coming from Block A caught their attention, only the reactions different. Jungkook was holding a proud smirk, knowing that you were behind this and the guard held the look of terror. Trying to reach someone over the walkie talkie, he did not realize that Jungkook was getting away.

“Fuck! Jeon get back here, now!”

As Jungkook was running down the hallway, he was hit with a bullet in the back of his shoulder, knocking him down to the ground. Jungkook let out a ‘fuck!’ from the pain he felt. The side door opened, revealing you standing with your hair in a messy bun and dust covering your face.

“Fuck no,” you growled from seeing your boyfriend on the ground, a bullet wound evident. Seeing the guard running towards you guys, you quickly took your gun out of your holster, pointing accurately at the guard before shooting him in the chest once and then the head for good measure.

“Why am I the one always getting shot,” your boyfriend groaned in irriation, “this is the second time this month.” He complained.

“Well, if you weren’t such a dumbass, then we wouldn’t be in this position.” You countered back.

“Stop being right,” Jungkook grumbled.

“I love you too, babe.”

[wendihoe]

Hey! Idk if this is something you'd like to write, but I was thinking of maybe Ryan being protective over Shane?? I hope this isn't too out of character for you, but if it is, feel free to ignore! :)

Hey! So this was a little crazy to write because I really couldn’t get my footing with the story and how I wanted it because there is such a thin line between protective and jealous. I hope you enjoy!!

This, this was unusual. He was completely aware of how strange this whole situation was but that didn't stop it from happening. That didn't stop him from taking a nervous sip from his beer, eyes fixed on his tall friend and it sure as hell didn't stop his friend from downing another shot.

Ryan wishes he knew what was bothering Shane. For the past couple of weeks, something hadn't been right, there was a shift in him but for the life of him he couldn't figure out what was wrong. Tonight, whatever demons Shane had been battling seemed to have won and he was trying to deal with it with copious amounts of alcohol. A treatment Ryan wasn't a fan of.

Usually, Shane was the one to do this. The one to show up in his times of crisis and solve the issues. He was always the ones with the comforting words and easy suggestion on how to fix everything. If Ryan were sappier he'd say Shane was his protector and having this switched felt odd. The uncommon urge to protect washed over him again just as it had every other time he watched Shane down a shot that night.

Ryan had lost count of how many times Shane had tipped back the shot glass that night but it was becoming increasingly apparent that he had had far too many as he started butting into other patrons conversations and laughing at his own jokes. Taking a deep breath and schooling his face, Ryan stood to approach his friend who had been catching with a guy who seemed a little too interested in his drunk friend for Ryan's liking.

Ryan moved up behind Shane, resting a hand on his arm, "Hey there, big guy. Time to head back to the hotel room, dontcha think?" Shane spared a glance at Ryan before looking away completely ignoring him, "Shane? We need to film tomorrow and ummm you might want some time in the morning to nurse the hangover I think you're gonna have."

Ryan would be lying if he said the next words that left Shane's mouth didn't hurt. He'd be lying if he said they didn't crack his heart just a little, "Maybe I don't want to go back with you." Ryan likes to lie to himself though. He's been lying for months. Every morning when he waked up alone he tells himself he doesn't have more than friendly feelings for his friend he's telling the biggest lie of them all.

But despite that all, Ryan has to be there for his friend. He can't let his own hurt and feelings interfere with what he knows is right, "Shane, dude, you're wasted and we're in another country. I can't leave you alone."

Shane turned and opened his mouth to say something when the man he was talking to interrupted, "He won't be alone, we were just talking about going back to my place."

Do you ever have a moment in your life where you know what you do then and there will set you on a lifelong path? You know what you say and what you do is important?

Ryan had several choices in front of him. He could get jealous, yank Shane out the pub and back to the hotel, yelling about how he loves him and how could he be so thick all this time. He could walk out, leave Shane with this man, he was an adult he could make his own choices. He could tell the guy to back off, tell him Shane was his, but that isn't true, they all know that.

But Ryan wasn't any of those people. He had to be Shane tonight. He had to protect his friend in the gentlest way. Try and protect him.

Ryan took a deep breath, he could feel Shane's eyes on him. Shane was curious as to what he was going to do. Ryan ignored the man and fixed his eyes on Shane. Shane seemed to give up the second their eyes met, "Come on."

Shane spared a glance at the man and shrugged. He didn't look that upset. Shane stood and pulled his jacket on, "Okay."

"Okay," Ryan whispered gentle guiding Shane out of the pub. He could feel the man watching them but when he turned around to look he was already moving to another person.

-

The ride back to the hotel was silent, something Ryan was thankful for, it wasnt uncomfortable but they could both feel unspoken words hanging in the air. He hoped Shane wouldn't remember this in the morning, it all felt too weird and out of character. He just wanted to be back in their comfort zone. He never thought he would think this but he wishes he was in a haunted house, scared but knowing Shane would protect him.

"I'm sorry," Shane mumbled looking out the passenger window. Ryan squeezed the steering wheel.

"You have nothing to be sorry for. We've all been a little too drunk for our own good once or twice," Ryan said back just as quietly, feeling that if he spoke louder something would shatter.

"S'not that," Shane said, "The man," Ryan didn't say anything so Shane continued, "I think I like you, not him."

Ryan swallowed thickly, keeping his eyes on the road, "You're drunk."

"Maybe."

-

Ryan unlocked the hotel door and guided Shane to his bed, "Come on, take your shoes off and get in."

Shane followed the instructions the way a drunk man does before collapsing onto the covers. Ryan signed and yanked some covers over his friend, "Thank you. For everything."

"You would have done the same thing. We look out for each other."

Shane seemed content with the answer because he didn't say anything else for a while, "I meant it, you know?" It was Ryan's turn to stay silent as he got himself ready for bed and set some aspirin and water beside Shane for the morning, "Ryan, I meant it."

"Okay, go to bed."

"Do you like me back?"

Ryan wishes in that moment he didn't have a heart. The drunken slurs of a man did nothing but hurt him, "It doesn't matter what I say you won't remember this in the morning. Please, just go to sleep."

"Fine."

-

Ryan woke to the sound of a groan his back to the other bed. He heard the sound of covers being tossed off and pills being gagged down. Shane got up and shuffled to the bathroom, Ryan listened to the telltale grunts and groans of a hangover.

After a few minutes, Shane came back in and sat on the edge of his bed, Ryan felt him staring, "I know you're awake."

Ryan feigned slumber for a few more seconds before rolling over, "And?"

"And I want to thank you again for last night."

Ryan clenched his fists on the blankets, "You remember last night?" Shane nodded. Ryan nodded back, "So..how much do you remember?"

"I remember a guy trying to get with me, I remember you cutting me off for the night and bringing us home," Ryan nodded. He didn't remember what he had said. It's for the best. He didn't mean it.

"Yep that's about it," Ryan said, standing and getting ready for the day, hoping to leave the previous night behind them. Shane had other plans.

"And I remember not getting an answer from you?" Ryan stood dumbfounded, mouth hanging open.

"Yes," Ryan breathed out.

"What?" Shane said standing.

"Yes to last nights question," Ryan said trying to hold back so many emotions.

"Yes?"

"Yes," Shane repeated letting the most beautiful smile slide onto his face.

Ryan might not be the toughest guy, or the strongest, or even the bravest but, by God, he continues to do his best to protect Shane as long as Shane will allow him.

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[apocalypto12related]

Do all of them!

1: is there a boy/girl in your life?

Ye! Sammy! @deziac

2: think of the last person who hurt you; do you forgive them?

Um... My family, probably, and no.

3: what do you think of when you hear the word “meow?”

Kitty! I love kitties!

4: what’s something you really want right now?

an apartment. on a less serious side, um, glasses???

5: are you afraid of falling in love?

Nope! I already have and since we’re poly im sure i will again owo

6: do you like the beach?

so/so. depends on my mood.

7: have you ever slept on a couch with someone else?

um... a pull out sofa, does that count? i have a hard time sleeping unless i can fully lie down.

8: what’s the background on your cell?

my old phone was tony my new phone is space. not sure what it’ll be soon. >w>;; considering i need to redownload all the stuff i got off tumblr. :’( i lost all my snapchat stuff, but i moved all of izaya to my computer so that’s fine.

9: name the last four beds you were sat on?

what??? O_o; um... a homeless shelter’s bed and other than that they were all my own??? (not counting the “bed” made of sheets at the one place.)

10: do you like your phone?

i just got a new one!! uwu It has 32GB with it’s own internal storage and I have a 32GB sd card. nwn;; So I have a lot of space~! plus it has a fingerprint sensor and im in love with unlocking it like that owo

11: honestly, are things going the way you planned?

prolly not, but when do they?

12: who was the last person whose phone number you added to your contacts?

sammy! bc we both got new phhones!

13: would you rather have a poodle or a rottweiler?

i heard poodles have bad temperaments!! idk about rottweilers!! whichever one is nicer??/

14: which hurts the most, physical or emotional pain?

emotional!! physical heals!! short time span for pain! emotional might not go away!

15: would you rather visit a zoo or an art museum?

DONt mmake me chosoelk??! i love both!!! i lovemy fluffy butts and i went to the met in new york!!! it was so cool!!! swords!! armor!! egypt!! aahhhh!!! i cant choose!!

16: are you tired?

im always tired!!!

17: how long have you known your 1st phone contact?

um... well it’s sammy

so uh, ten years in march owo (technically december was the first time we met!! but we count it as march since that’s when he started talking rly)

18: are they a relative?

no!!

19: would you ever consider getting back together with any of your exes?

it depends on if they changed their personality!! if not then no!! i mean i did get back with sammy but yknow we just count that as a break since we did actually get back together lmao

20: when did you last talk to the last person you shared a kiss with?

this morning!! she is at work so she’s not too talkative rn!

21: if you knew you had the right person, would you marry them today?

we’re fine with what we’re at!! i don’t need to marry her to make it ‘official’!! we’ve lasted almost 9 years and through some big hardships!! both of us unmedicated and dealing with new medication changes, so i think we’re fine!!

22: would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

of course!! :P

23: how many bracelets do you have on your wrists right now?

two!! my blue sylveon bracelet (i love sylveon, i would wear umbreon but i think i packed it!!!) and my pride rainbow bracelet! i took them off when we were looking for a shelter bc i was scared we’d get denied if they saw obvious gay signs :(

24: is there a certain quote you live by?

not directly!! something along the lines of that there is no set path in life you have to choose which ways you want to twist and turn and they’ll lead you onto new and bigger things.

25: what’s on your mind?

music! stuff for my phone! i have a lot of stuff i need to add to eeet!! it’s only a day oolllddd.

26: do you have any tattoos?

yes! it’s for my kitty who passed away! Her name was luna. I’m sure i’ve posted a picture somewhere.

27: what is your favorite color?

#00C5FF

28: next time you will kiss someone on the lips?

prolly tonight. owo

29: who are you texting?

Sammy owo

30: think to the last person you kissed, have you ever kissed them on a couch?

probably?? lol what.

31: have you ever had the feeling something bad was going to happen and you were right?

YES ACTUALLY D: idk if it happened any other time, but when we got into the car accident when I told our one friend we were joking about her coming up and hanging with us all my brain said was ‘You shouldn’t have done that. I shouldn’t have done that.’ and again when we went out to the car and it was pretty heavy snow fall. I was like ‘I shouldn’t go.’ my problem with that one was I didn’t want to go, but I didn’t think ‘we shouldn’t go’. but... what can you do now?

32: do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can talk to?

um. i don’t think i have a super close opposite sex friend. closest would probably be @h0bsyrup

33: do you think anyone has feelings for you?

I’m sure Sammy does. >w> I’m not sure otherwise. My followers don’t tell me that stuff.

34: has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes?

Yes omg. Sammy was staring me in the eyes the other day and was like ‘your eyes are pretty’ and i’m like ‘omfg shut up >//

35: say the last person you kissed was kissing someone right in front of you?

if they’re not dating then she’s gonna punch their lights out, so i don’t have to worry.

36: were you single on valentines day?

November 24th, 2008 is when I started dating Sammy. You tell me.

37: are you friends with the last person you kissed?

... of course?? wtf is with these kiss questions.

38: what do your friends call you?

Kiki :D

39: has anyone upset you in the last week?

lil bit.

40: have you ever cried over a text?

Um... probably. I can’t remember.

41: where’s your last bruise located?

omg... um i guess undermy belly button is the latest bruise??? i have a lot atm from surgery and being motionless for four days!!

42: what is it from?

Sammy actually like harshly pushed on that area. like when you go to land somewhere with your full weight then you go ‘oh fuck’ yeah.

43: last time you wanted to be away from somewhere really bad?

um... recently??? but i guess not as bad as with my mom.

44: who was the last person you were on the phone with?

Sammy owo

45: do you have a favourite pair of shoes?

Nah.

46: do you wear hats if your having a bad hair day?

No.my hair style is like 99% bun.

47: would you ever go bald if it was the style?

i dont follow trends i set them.

48: do you make supper for your family?

not recently but i would for sammy and i usually

49: does your bedroom have a door?

i don’t have a “bedroom” atm e.e

50: top 3 web-pages?

tambo.c0m (tumblr), archiveofourown.org (ao3), youtube.com (the three i use the most anyway)

51: do you know anyone who hates shopping?

Sammy. xD at least food shopping.

52: does anything on your body hurt?

Abdomen. (:

53: are goodbyes hard for you?

it depends. if it’s unnecessary then prolly. if they’ve fucked me over idc. (i.e. my family trying to replace my mom’s abusiveness, fuck them.)

54: what was the last beverage you spilled on yourself?

prolly water owo

55: how is your hair?

it’s feeling fine, thank you for asking!

56: what do you usually do first in the morning?

it depends! if it’s my “morning” i wake up and usually bathroom.

57: do you think two people can last forever?

sure but it takes work. it’s not gonna be perfect 24/7 without communication or compromise.

58: think back to january 2007, were you single?

ye. omfg why would you give me nightmares. that’s when i started the rping side of myspce and met that douche wesley. his lying ass made me start self harming. fuck him.

59: green or purple grapes?

i don’t eat grapes .w.;;

60: when’s the next time you will give someone a big hug?

sometime in the future! prolly sammy!

61: do you wish you were somewhere else right now?

in an apartment. >w> or at the pompeii exhibit!!!

62: when will be the next time you text someone?

possibly today

63: where will you be 5 hours from now?

lying in bed. :D

64: what were you doing at 8 this morning.

struggling to be alive. (eating chocolate chip muffins)

65: this time last year, can you remember who you liked?

oh god. w8 no. i didn’t like anyone yet. that started like october or shit. ugh my ex. he became an ass. (aside from sammy obvs)

66: is there one person in your life that can always make you smile?

sammy!!

67: did you kiss or hug anyone today?

um... i don’t think so. i think we were both too tired and stressed. we didn’t get into bed until like 1 and the shelter has us be out of beds by 8:30 x3x;

68: what was your last thought before you went to bed last night?

um... ‘i should go back to sleep’ after waking up a third time and distracting myself with the phone

69: have you ever tried your hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end?

yeah,but at least i tried.

70: how many windows are open on your computer?

it’s not *my* computer, so it doesn’t count! ;D (8 but im downloading music stfu)

71: how many fingers do you have?

i have 10. my one pinky counts as a half finger sometimes though. i broke it and bc i didnt have insurance i never went to a doctor to get it fully take care of so it healed up all wrong.

72: what is your ringtone?

default at the moment!

73: how old will you be in 5 months?

oh fuck i’ll be 24. man if you asked me that back in june i’d be like ‘still 23 (;’ but no. my bday is december

74: where is your mum right now?

She passed away. :/

75: why aren’t you with the person you were first in love with or almost in love?

I realize that as much as I wanted to believe it was love, it never fully blossomed into that until I was with Sammy. I don’t think I’ve truly ever gotten to love anyone else, but that’s okay.

76: have you held hands with somebody in the past three days?

of course owo sammy and i are hella gay don’t u know.

77: are you friends with the people you were friends with two years ago?

i believe so owo we just don’t talk as much bc im a lazy sack of shit.

78: do you remember who you had a crush on in year 7?

fuck. i think i had a minor crush on some dude who also liked green day but never fuckin talked to me so i never bothered. that might’ve also technically been when i started liking wesley. does billie joe from green day count?

79: is there anyone you know with the name mike?

personally? uh.... i’m not totally sure o-o; fuck me man.

80: have you ever fallen asleep in someones arms?

probably wait yes. sammy. spooning is our fave position.

81: how many people have you liked in the past three months?

e.e no one that wasn’t a celebrity. 

82: has anyone seen you in your underwear in the last 3 days?

no bc shelter e.e

83: will you talk to the person you like tonight?

:P i talk to them everyday.

84: you’re drunk and yelling at hot guys/girls out of your car window, you’re with?

i wouldn’t get drunk! i wouldn’t scream at ppl! that’s rude! ppl usually can’t even hear you when you yell at the window! we hear ‘whoosh’ with your voice in the middle’

85: if your bf/gf was into drugs would you care?

i would be concerned since she’s said she doesn’t like them!!

86: what was the most eventful thing that happened last time you went to see a movie?

um... oh! a conversation started and a lil girl asked if we were in a certain theatre and I said ‘no we were in theatre blah’ so I asked what they went and saw. She said “Wonder Woman” “hey we just came out of that, too!” :P

87: who was your last received call from?

.3.; sammy

88: if someone gave you $1,000 to burn a butterfly over a candle, would you?

i-i’m torn??? i needm oney but poor butter-san... ;____;

89: what is something you wish you had more of?

money. clothes maybe

90: have you ever trusted someone too much?

yeah. lmao.

91: do you sleep with your window open?

i usually do! esp in the winter/summer! need air and love cold!

92: do you get along with girls?

ye!

93: are you keeping a secret from someone who needs to know the truth?

no. owo

94: does sex mean love?

no! sex is something that can bring someone closer, but it is not necessary for a relationship! 

95: you’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, is that a problem?

>3>;;; again, no.

96: have you ever kissed anyone with a lip ring?

owo; indirectly. i shared a drink with someone who had one. xD

97: did you sleep alone this week?

not this week! :D last week. ;~; at the hospital.

98: everybody has somebody that makes them happy, do you?

yes. >3>

99: do you believe in love at first sight?

no!!! that’s not love!! you might end up loving them but you can’t love someone unless you know them!! :c otherwise it’ll lead to some bad decisions!! D:

100: who was the last person that you pinky promise?

OwO Sammy I think.

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It’s More Than Just Us Now

Author: @dylanobsessed​ Prompt/request: Could you do a Stiles x reader imagine and the reader finds out she's pregnant and doesn't know how to tell Stiles cause she thinks he'll hate her and break up with her, but it's really cute and fluff towards the end pleaseeeee❤️ Warning: mild arguing/yelling, baby talk (idk if that needs to be a warning but just in case), and some fluff Pairing: stiles x reader Notes: thanks for this request!!! i had a good time writing it honestly! i hope you enjoy it and if anyone else wants to send some requests my way, please do. Words: 1,798

It looks like you’re at least six weeks along.

Now, you’ll have to come back in a couple of weeks for a check-up so we can ensure that everything is running smoothly with the pregnancy.

Just take it easy and congratulations.

This was the start of my senior year ---- leaving the doctor’s office as a mess of emotions that I didn’t have the first clue on how to handle. That was my first day and here we are four weeks in and I still haven’t spoken a word of this secret to the one person who needed to know. Deserved to know. All because of my stupid insecurities.

Those words echoed in my mind endlessly and each time I heard it, the harder it became for the reality to sink in. To admit that I’m pregnant at the dreadful age of eighteen. A time that’s supposed to be filled with worrying about college applications, how I’ll maintain my relationship with Stiles, and how I’ll adjust to having responsibility for myself. Instead I’m sitting alone in my room, staring at the walls covered in various photos that hold memories of moments that were much simpler than now.

I rubbed the top of my stomach, practically freaked out by the fact that something ( a life Stiles and I created ) is growing inside of me. I was nervous, nervous out of my mind really knowing that he’d be over any minute and was probably aching with curiosity as to why I’ve been acting out of place lately. I found a way to break the news and I hoped it would go as planned --- that somehow he’d be excited about becoming a father and that it’d diminish the doubts that have lived in the back of my mind for weeks now.

I sat up in bed, taking a deep breathe before reaching forward to finish wrapping the onesie and t-shirt that is hidden away in the box. It had to be finished before his arrival, since the clothing spoke all the words that I knew wouldn’t dare to fall from my lips once he’s right in front of me and staring at me with those eyes.

Hearing a knock at the door downstairs, I practically jumped out of my spot as the fear ran throughout my body and I knew that I had to face that fear now or I never would.

“You can come in! It’s unlocked and I’m upstairs.”

He didn’t bother responding, but that’s probably because I could hear his footsteps moving rather fast throughout the house to make to me. I simply couldn’t move another inch, so instead I placed the gift behind my back and stared at my bedroom door with a heavy heart as the other entered the room in a matter of seconds. The goofiest grin across their features as I forced any sort of happy expression upon my face.

“You know, I can’t remember the last time I was in your room.” He said with a certain kind of sadness and I wanted to curse myself for being such a distant and horrible girlfriend lately. He cautiously approached me on the bed, taking the spot beside me before playing around with his own fingers. A habit of his that usually only came to play when he’s feeling nervous but why would he be? He had no idea what kind of bomb I’m about to drop on him.

“About that --- I’m really sorry that I’ve been such an asshole towards you lately.”

He immediately shook his head as if he disagreed with my words, which truly wouldn’t make any sense. Considering I’ve barely been answering any of his calls, texts, or any other ways he tried to contact me. Plus, I avoided many invitations to hang out. Too many, really.

“Listen --- don’t even worry about it, okay? It’s not a big deal.” He reached towards me, his hand resting on my leg before giving it a gentle squeeze. I sat there in such disbelief that even after how I’ve treated him lately he still wanted to be around me without any further questions or answers. How in the world did I manage to be with someone like that? Perhaps now is the perfect time to break the ice, to explain why I called him here, and to let him on the secret that’s weighed me down long enough.

I revealed the item hiding behind my back with a heart that is easily pounding ninety to nothing at the moment but I had to do this now, while I had some confidence that it could end better than I expect.

“You got me a --- “

“Open it.”

I cut him off, playing it off like I’m that excited for the gift to be unwrapped but I felt the opposite at the moment. My eyes flickered in between the various facial expression he’s already giving and the still unwrapped box still in his lap.

He gave me a soft but confused smile, moving his hand away from my thigh before using both hands to force the wrapping off the box and removing the top of it to reveal the articles of clothing inside. I watched as his lips barely whispered what the clothes read and suddenly shook came over his features and I felt terrified for what he dared to do next. His hands grazed the material, taking both items out of the box and staring down at them so intently. Eyes made their way towards me before he dropped everything onto the bed and began pacing the floor of my bedroom.

“Wait --- does this mean I’m going to be a dad? I can’t be a dad. How am I going to be a dad? How are you going to be a mom? How are we going to be parents? My dad --- the sheriff of this freaking entire town I must add is going to freaking murder me and somehow cover it up when he finds out about this.”

“Stiles --- “

“We can barely take care of ourselves, Y/N. Hell -- we’ve spent the last four years trying to fight off the supernatural world and now we are supposed to know how to take care of a baby? What about college? What about our futures?”

“Stiles, if you just let me ---”

“God. We don’t have the money for this. Our parents don’t have the money to support us like this. How did we let this happen? We were finally supposed to have our chance to be normal and go to college and one day get married and plan children. We were supposed to start our boring non-supernatural lives together, Y/N. How can we do that now?”

“Stiles, I swear to god if you don’t let me ---”

“Wait --- so is this why you’ve been distant towards me lately? How long have you known about this?”

That’s when the dynamic of the room changed, he’s no longer staring down at the floor while pacing it aimlessly. Instead he’s stopped right in front of me and his eyes now are focused on me and all I could do was cry.

“I ---”

“Tell me, Y/N. How long have you known?”

I avoided eye contact at this point, the tears actively falling down my cheeks and in this moment I could feel my heart slowly breaking. Not because of his reaction but at how foolish I was for hiding this from him. It’s my fault --- all of it. 

“I’ve --- I’ve known for about a month now but please let me --- “

“A month? Are you kidding me? Why wouldn’t you tell me, Y/N? I can’t believe you’ve been hiding this from ---”

“Stop! Just stop talking and let me explain myself. I was an idiot, Stiles. I should have told you the second I found out but I was scared. I didn’t know how you’d react and I was afraid that you’d leave me. I know this is the shittest time for me to be pregnant but I am and there’s nothing I can do to change that. I know you’re scared about being a dad because I feel the same way about being a mom. I’m not ready for this --- neither of us are but there is one thing I’m confident about, Stiles. I know that we will figure it out and that we will somehow make a plan because we always do.”

I watched as his chest rose only to fall shortly afterwards, the hard expression from before slowly softening and tears were now coating his eyes and I swear we stared at one another for what felt like hours -- silently crying and showing one another how truly we afraid we are of this entire situation.

“Y/N…”

He slowly closed the distance between us, hands reaching forward to rest upon the sides of my face and his thumb cleared away the tears that managed to not roll of my cheeks. I reached out towards him, my arms wrapping along his waist as my eyes never let his for a second. I needed this comfort from him at the moment. I simply needed him.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have reacted like that.”

“No. You have no reason to apologize. You had every reason in the book to act the way you did. I shouldn’t have kept it a secret like that and I’m the one who is sorry. I just didn’t want to lose you and I know that’s a really stupid and selfish reason but it’s the truth.”

“Are you kidding me? You could never lose me, no matter how much you tried. Even though I still have no idea how we are going to handle this, I know we will figure it out. Just like you said.”

Hearing all of that carried the weight right off my shoulders and for the first time in weeks I felt like I could breathe with such ease. I leaned forward to press my forehead against his very own and he took it upon himself to kiss my lips very softly. When we broke away, a soft laugh echoed off my lips before I whispered against them.

“Did you at least like the Star Wars onesie?”

I teased, obviously trying to make light of the situation. Knowing that we’d have plenty of time down the road to have the heavy conversation that existed around being pregnant at the age of eighteen but for now, I needed to hear any sort of sarcastic comment roll of his lips. He laughed and I swear it was the most beautiful sound in the world.

“I have to admit that was seriously the cutest outfit I’ve ever seen.”