#like i love my kids n most of my collegues are great

[rosypixels]

happy new year!! i have some aetos posts in the queue, i apologize for being so spotty recently — a lot has been going on! i started a job as a teaching assistant, broke up w my bf, got incredibly ill, and now i’m having physical pain and will probably need to go to the doctor’s again :’) it sounds bad, but there have been a lot of genuinely wonderful things in between!!! mostly, it’s just been really busy. i’ve still been lurking and playing, just not using my brain power to post ☺️

[futurewriter2000]

Anomie - pt. 5

A/N: Well that took a turn. I don’t kow how to feel about this whole fic but I think this is one of the last parts. I am only going to write an epilogue and explain everything...including Remus and all of that... hehhe...HEHEHE 

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She took me to her apartment and as I imagined it to be a pit and al scribble, her apartment was... Warm and welcoming. 

She lived on the top apartment in the block. Her door looke brand new and as you walked into the tight hall, it led you to an open space. She was quite persistent about taking my shoes off and with a glare like hers, I had no choice. The floor was warm and the big open space was covered in furry rugs. The walls were light caramel with shelves of framed photos and different decorations stuck on it. The sofa was enormous and cozy, the coffee table just the right size. I walked to my left and saw a whole lot of books sitting on the shelves and on the top, there was a framed photo of Regulus, me and her as kids. I took it into my hand and smiled at it.

“I love this picture of us.” I turned around, seeing her smiling brightly back at me. “And I love that you’re smiling again.” and as I took another step or two, I stopped at the familiar smell of...”Is that?” I looked at her and she nodded happily. “-ginger nut cookies?” I felt the smile on my face stretch all over my cheeks. 

“They are our favorite, remember?”  she stood up, walking over to me. “They’ll be done in an hour or so. Maybe less.” she was close to me, her eyes observing mine and placing her hand on my cheek. I leaned into it because it radiated such warmth from it. “I missed you big brother.”

And with that I just took her in my hold again. “I thought you’d be mad at me.” I sobbed in her neck and she gently wrapped her arms around my shoulders. “I thought you hated me.”

She slowly pulled away with her hands cupping my cheeks and brushing away my tears. She smiled so kindly at me, so gently.  “I did for some time but since I was disowned like you I learned to let things go and forgive people who hurt me.” she stepped back and walked into the kitchen. I followed her. “After Remus dumped me I-”

“Remus dumped you?!” I blurted out in shock, my eyes wide and my jaw on the ground. She turned around just as surprised as me. I felt like we were more alike with our facial expression, showing off that we indeed are siblings. We did do most of the things the same and those things and gestures always stuck for some odd reason. “Wait.” I squeezed my eyes shut, shaking my head. “You and Remus?” I could feel myself get angry and my tone turn into a growl. “The two of you dated?!” 

She smiled awkwardly at me, scratching her head. “I thought he told you...” 

��How long?!” the questions just kept coming out. “OH MY GOD DID THE TWO OF YOU?!” my eyes felt like they were going to pop out of my eyes right now, feeling disgusted of my best friend and my sister doing it. “Did you ever do it in our dorm?!” 

Please say no. Please say no.

“We haven’t had sex. I was fifteen for God’s sake and he was awkward at even the mention of it.” she laughed and I could feel relief entering my lungs. 

Wait.

“Fifteen? You dated him when you were fifteen?”

“That is totally not your business right now, Siri.”

Oh, she hasn’t called me that since we were seven. As much as calm as I have felt when she said that, I was still curious about her and my best friend. 

And then it popped into my head. “So that was why he was all weird and snappy at me. Because the two of you were-”

“Yeah, well he dumped me because he was too much of a coward to tell you. “ she rolled her eyes. “I moved on.”

“Clearly.” I opened my arms and looked around the house. “What even happened? Why were you disowned?”

“To put it shortly? I told dad everything and he didn’t believe me.” she said, bringing me a warm cup of coffe and going back to get her own, then leading me into the living room. 

“Everything in like... what she did to you?” I asked, suddenly feeling this shame take over me. 

I was her brother. Her older brother and I couldn’t protect her. 

She seemed to notice. She always did know how to read me better than anybody and at times like this I always felt like she was the one protecting me and being my bigger sister than how it’s supposed to be.  

She put her wamr hand on mine and gave me a comforting smile. “You were a kid. We all were just kids. Terrified kids.” 

“I know but I felt like it was my job to protect you and I failed...even when I left, I should have taken you and Reg with me. I shouldn’t have left you there with her.” 

“Like I said, Siri, it wasn’t our fault. Even if you did try, she’d just punish you and I couldn’t let that happen. It was all complicated back then. Now we’re adults and we can kick their asses.” she joked but for a moment I thought she was serious. She wasn’t. She was never the revenge type. 

“Anyways, I ran away, found this old man on the train who kept looking at me. He kept staring until I snapped at him. He just chuckled and offered me his coat because it was cold. I was stubborn to accept it but he insisted. He offered me to go to his place on some hot tea and usually I wouldn’t consider it- taking off with a stranger but he had this energy, this kindness radiating off him and I just felt safe. He was a budist and a great man. He offered me accomidation, food and he helped me get my life in order. I never told him I was a witch. I didn’t think I had to because I didn’t want to be anymore. He thought me to meditate, getting rid of all the past trauma and darkness and that old man out run me on our morning jogs. That was so embarrasing.” she laughed and I laughed with her. “As much as he was calm, he was really pushy to make myself get healthy and change for the better, which I am thankful for. He fixed me, Siri.” she smiled at me with that spark in her eyes that I haven’t seen in so long. “Then after the job I got, I decided to start my own business and I did. He decided to travel back home and I cried like a baby but then I met a bunch of friends and collegues. It all turned out so wonderfully.”

I watched the joy and the pride grow in her. All I could feel was happiness. I was so goddamn happy for my little sister that finally, FINALLY, she got what she deserved. The life she always wanted. “I am so happy for you.” 

I wanted to hug her but something interrupted me. Something loud and confusing. I heard a baby’s cry and for a moment I thought that I was imagining it but her eyes were so bright, practically shining out the joy. 

“You have a kid?!?”

[pandaisalwaysinlove]

Are you from my time?  chapter 1 steve rogers x reader

Summary: The reader is a therapist, who helps Steve to get over the fact, he is now in modern age.

(Y/N) = your name

Warnings : fluff, FLUFF, bit of angst, IT’S SO fluffy...

Genre: fanfiction, reader x steve rogers

Rating: 18+

A/N: Still no sign, that this shall pass. Nope. I welcome thou, Steve Rogers/Chris Evans. You’ll always have a special spot in my heart. But Steve plays the prim now. HE’S SO FLUFYY!

I DON’T OWN ANY GIF

“He’ll look through this...” you mummed, when you listened to Fury’s plan how to easily and slowly make Captain America get use to the fact, he woke up seventy years after he  made the fatal choice to lead the plane into ice. By your opinion, he acted emotionally.

However, now he was in coma, dotors made sure, he won’t wake up in a lab. So now they said, his time is near and Fury made this stupid, ridiculous arrangement of old hospital, in which he would probably wake up,  if saven in 1945.

You were here as expert. Consultant. Shield didn’t hire you just for this occasion. Your job was usually to help agents and soldiers to get over the post traumatic stress, get over of what they’ve seen on mission, forget the worse and to recover and serve to SHIELD again. When you studied your master degree from psychiatry and psychology, you never thought you’d end up like Captain America’s nanny.

Fury demanded your consulting abilities not only because you were their best psychologist, but also you were expert on certain period of history. You got bored after two years of studying psychology so you got yourself one bachelor degree from history with specialisation on the first half of 20th century.

You knew time of this guy, this captain Steven Rogers better than your own.

That’s why you warned them. He is not stupid nor deaf and blind. He’ll know.

And he knew.

“Where are we?”

Steven Rogers surprised you in many ways.

Firstly, he wasn’t that big and that masculine as they portrayed him.

Secondly, he was enormously sensitive, but  cleverly hid it.

Thirdly, he accepted the fact like a soldier.

“In SHIELD’s basement in state of New England.”

He looked out of the window. He didn’t know, that there was no window and that it was just clone projected by computer. It showed nice view on the ocean in Cape Cod Bay. Agents and other psychologist wrote down every move and every word he said just behind the picture of dark blue waves.

“What day is it?”

“It’s 21.st of March, 2010.”

He looked nervous. You didn’t blame him. You’d be hysterical in his position. But he only rubbed his hands and indirectly stared at you. He looked like he tried to understand you.

“Who are you?”

“I’m agent Hume. (Y/N) Hume. I’m your...well, how would you call me?” you smiled at him. Better if he finds out himslef. “Source of informations?”

You chuckled and that made him relax more. He leaned back in the chair.

“Well.. If I give you informations and comfort you as well, what does that make me?”

He frowned “I’m afraid I don’t understand.”

You put your hair behind your ear and winked at him “Your brain stayed untouched, captain. I think you can figure out what I’m trying to do with you right now.”  he nervously chuckled and looked on the ground for  minute.

His blue eyes glazed  at you again “You’re trying to seduce me.”

You almost heard your collegues laughing behind the glass.

“No, Steven,I’m really not. You’re really bad with women, you know that?”

OOPS

You’d punch yourself for that one. Your job was to make him forget everything from his pass as much as possible !

Steven stood up and turned his back on you. He leaned on the window ledge and said quietly “I had only one date and that I missed, so..” he turned to you “What would you expect from me?”

You looked in his eyes, full of pain. Before you could say something, he asked “Is she alive?”

You remained silent.

You heard from your reciever Fury’s voice “Tell him.”

“Yes.”

Working with Steve got easier an easier day by day. He was funny, easygoing and polite. You never noticed, but having a true gentleman around you was really refreshing and it highered your claims on men. Whenever you were around him, he had stronger and stronger influence on you.

He seemed dealed with his life in modern time. He spent most time in gym, in his room, in the near beach and in your office. His recovery was planned to take 2-3 months. The first one made you feel intense about other two.

“No way! He couldn’t!” he refused to believe the fact that Nixon and his Watergate affair. Also he couldn’t believe that James Dean died in car accident (”I’d expect him to die in bed full of girls in his seventies!”) you had a lot of laugh with passing through history, fashion and music. He was really amazed by  Brigitte Bardot and The Beatles  (”I don’t believe, that John married Yoko, she’s Japanese!’ - that was his ‘Pearl Harbor’ affected opinion) and he just couldn’t stand over the 80′s in fashion and music.

His most favourite period was Carribean crisis and fall of a Iron curtain. He had a great laugh from film industry boom in  the 90′s and he just adored Forrest Gump. The most intersting thing that he iked and it shocked you was his love for novel Lolita (”Don’t you get the idea behind? It’s amazing!”).  

Teaching Steve and introducing him to reality and way of thinking in your times was hard. And funny. He kept himself in his days but seemed to be thrilled how many advantages has modern age. He got himself addicted on Youtube, on e-books and attandence food.

“How are you?” he asked in the middle of lesson about Cold war in its détente in Europe. You looked up from the script and rise your eyebrow with shock “Beg a pardon?” you got used quite quickly to his manners in talk. You taught him some new words as well. But he refused to use them.

“How are you? I never asked. We always talk about me and the past. Where you studied? How’s your family? I want to know more aout you.”

You got all red. You rised and straightened your skirt.

“Let’s take a walk, Steve.”

He followed you to the corridors. The agents and staff greeted him with salute. He still couldn’t get used to big crowd of people. So you took him out of the underground offices up and then to the beach. It was quite windy, but you at least had some privacy.

“You needed fresh air to tell me how are you?”

You shook your head “Steve,... there are certain circumstances that inhibit me from telling you.. my personal.. well.” you found yoursefl lost in his eyes. It happened a lot in these days. You looked in his face and you lost yourself in your own words. Now with him looking at you with his smile, you didn’t know, how to end the sentense.

You shivered and he noticed. He took of his jacket and gently put it on your shoulders.

“You’re quite an old soul, you know that?” he took a forelock of your hair and put them behind your ear “Are you sure you’re not from my time?”

When you didn’t respond and just stared into sand beneath your feet, he sighed “It’s okay. I understand. But do understand me.. You’re the only one I talk in these days and I’m tired of all the official things.. I’d like to know you. You seem like interesting woman.” how clumsy way to tell girl he likes her. But it made you shiver not from cold. You looked up on him.

“We might change the room we use..” you suggested.

He laughed.

“I mean.. if you’d like.. I have an appartement in the basement..”

“Are you asking me to come over?”

“You have other things to do?”

He gazed at you and slowly smiled “We could order pizza.”

“And put on Dr.No..”

“No! no more of James Bond... what was the film with Paul Newman...”

“ Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid?”

“No.. it was from prison.. Cool hand Luke. That would be nice..”

“We might even get popcorn.”

“We might dance.”

“On Andrews sisters..”

“Or the Crystals..” he finnished with smile.

His hand accidentaly touched yours. He gently fondled your back “Now let’s get back. We might have problems from this.”

When you arrived home, your phone rang.

I would like to invite you to a special projection of Cool hand Luke tomorrow night, miss Hume. Are you free?

[kpopsofa]

Mafia!Jungkook Imagine Pt.2

 Summary:

Imagine your a police officer trying to arrest a mafia boss… A quite special one. In the end, nothing goes like planned… And suddenly he’s your boss.

 Genre:

Mafia!Au, and a little bit of everything?

Part 1// Part 2// Part 3

"The deal was that your collegue is free. Well, he is now. He's on his way home with the other cop. Make yourself comfortable, sweetie, because your not leaving soon."

Great. Now you were the one who was being kidnapped and Miller wasn't going to come and save you. You tried to stay calm, but that wasn't easy considering that your life was on the line. However, what scared you the most was that you couldn't see the Mafia guy... He might be standing right behind you with a knife and you wouldn't even notice. Just the thought of that gave you chills. You slowly walked deeper into the dark, hoping not to run into something. You had to get away from him. If you couldn't see anything, he probably couldn't either. You took one step... A second one... You couldn't hear him. Was he even still here? Where the hell was he and how could he be that quiet? The only thing you heard was your own, hectic breath.

"Oh well, I didn't expect you to throw yourself at me."

You jumped and breathed in sharply. His voice... It was directly in front of you. You could even feel his breath on your face now. Just how did he get there? You could have sworn he was standing behind you in the beginning! You quickly took a step back. Your heart was hammering against your chest.

"What do you want from me? Get away.", you said, keeping your voice as stable as possible. He laughed. Suddenly, you could hear his loud steps. You raised you arms over your head to protect yourself, but...

He wasn't walking towards you. What was he doing? Before you could think about it any longer, suddenly bright light was dazzling you. You squinted you eyes, trying to get used to the sudden brightness. Why'd he turn on the lights now? What would you see? You slowly tried to open your eyes, not just out of fear but also curiousity. You looked around, immediatly searching for the guy. The room you were in wasn't as big as you'd thought. And not as... scary. One could even say it was... cozy? You were standing in front of a dark red sofa, just like the one in the bar. The walls were painted in a calming beige. Next to you you noticed a big desk with a wooden chair, but there wasn't anything laying on it. Besides than that, the left part of the room was empty. You noticed someone moving from the corner of your eye and you quickly turned around. The brown haired guy was standing about 10 metres away from you, leaning against the wall- and he had this wicked smile on his lips, again. He always seemed like he was plotting something, even if he smiled. You couldn't stop youself from noticing how hot he looked. At least he wasn't right in front of you this time.

"To answer your question- I just tried to have some fun, but your reaction wasn't as hilarious as I hoped. Not as funny as everyone before you. Anyways, we've got something to talk about. Sit down."

You just silently watched him, wondering what the hell he was up to. If he was planning on killing you, why didn't he just do it? If this was a kidnapping, why would he want to talk to you? 

"About what do you want to talk? How I prefer to die? ", you asked sceptically. Now that you could see where he was, some of the fear from earlier had disappeared. You felt exhausted and confused. What was the point of panicking when you couldn't change a thing about all this? You didn't want to sit down and calmly talk about everything. However, suddenly his smile disappeared and he started coming your way. And- again- you couldn't help it, you were scared.

"Either you sit down yourself or I'll help you with it. It's your choice.", he said. You could tell he wasn't messing around by the treathening look in his eyes. And you didn't want to make everything worse, so you quickly sat down on the sofa before he had made his way over to you. You were to tense to notice how comfortable it was. He took the chair and pulled it in front of the sofa, so that he could face you while sitting down. You tried to breath slowly to  calm yourself down. Maybe there was a way to get out of here, you shouldn't lose your hope that early. The guy was now sitting in front of you, his arms crossed over his chest. He looked at you with a measuring look. It made you feel umcomfortable- not like you'd felt comfortable in the first place.

"So, what do you want to talk about?", you asked, trying to hide your impatience and confusion.

"Don't you wonder why I kidnapped you? I don't just abduct someone because I'm bored. That's not worth the effort."

You scoffed internally. Oh, you didn't wonder at all, wasn't kidnapping a normal thing to do? Of course you wondered, what was he thinking...? However, you decided against being sarcastic, for you own good.

"I do.", you said shortly. You were curious, but you hoped he would tell you without you asking him. You wanted to avoid saying something that would make him angry.

"Listen. You might have already noticed that this was a trap. I expected you to come and get your dumb little friend. It's a shame I had to let him go, he was quite talkative... under special circumstances. However, back to why your here. You've been observed for quite some time now. The lady selling street food. The old man living next to you. Even the post man I believe. It's funny what people do for money."

Your eyes widened in shock. That couldn't be true...He must be joking! Why would the Mafia observe you? You were just a common police officer! You recalled all the times you'd got yourself dinner at the street food stall. The lady there had always been a little bit talkative, but Mafia...? And how often you'd done the laundry for the grandpa living next door! You had basically told him everything about your private life... You couldn't... you didn't want to believe that, they weren't part of the Mafia.

"Y-your lying... Why would the Mafia take interest in me? I'm just an average person, I haven't... I  mean... Why?", you asked him confused. All this didn't make sense.. right? The Mafia guy just looked at you emotionless.

"I don't now either, I'm not the head of the Mafia. I'm a sniper, you know. I was confused to when they told me to kidnap you and inform you about... Your new life. And why would I lie to you?"

By now you were completely done. A sniper. Ok. Not like you cared at this point. But what did he mean by 'new life'?

"My new life? Are you completely... What do you mean by that? I'm pretty sure I'm the only one who can tell when I need a new life, and I'm quite happy with my old one!" You didn't even try to hide you anger, but the man in front of you didn't seem to care.

"The Mafia isn't. Guess who's more powerful. But let's start from the beginning, let me explain everything. These days, there are lots of riots between the different Mafia clans. Which means people are dying... And new people need to be educated. However, right now the kids who are already born into the Mafia are still to young and we need good snipers. We can't set their life on the line. Your known for you shooting skills and your said to be one of the best police officers. Not like you'be proven that today. But see, (Y/N), you know where this is going."

You flinched when he said your name. Of course he knew it. You'd told your neighbour. But still, you were in a loss of words. As a police officer you hadn't been working on cases involving the mafia yet, so you hadn't noticed any riots between the Mafia gangs. But they must've been really bad if the Mafia was already trying to recrute their worst enemies... The Police. Maybe the Police wasn't their worst enemy anymore.

However, you didn't need to think twice about that. You weren't, not under any circumstances, going to work for the Mafia. You'd rather die than kill innocent people. And you knew that's exacty what you were going to do...

"No way. I'm not going to work for the mafia. Kill me if you want, but I refuse.",you said, making your words sound harsh. You knew you could never forgive yourself if you'd give in.

The Mafia guy was raising one eyebrow, than he smiled at you. He probably expected this answer, even though he didn't seem to undertstand it. It did confuse you, but you were curious about his answer.

"Are you sure? You could save peoples lifes. Childrens lifes. I would be the one teaching you, so you don't need to worry about your skills. If I was you, I'd consider it as long as I've got the chance." He looked you right in the eye and you could tell he was trying to be convincing. It actually seemed like he cared about you. But you weren't dumb, he was only trying to get his job done. Of course you didn't want to die, but if saving peoples lifes meant taking others... No, you didn't have a choice.

"Forget it. I'm not going to work for the Mafia."

"Is that your last word, (Y/N)?", he asked sighing.

You just nodded. So that was it. You never expected your life to end like this... All you ever wanted was to help people, to make them happy and feel save. And here you were now. You didn't even want to think about your parents... You didn't want to cry infront of this guy. You just wished you'd seen them one last time to tell them how much you loved them. At least you'd saved Officer Millers life.

The brown haired guy stood up and slowly walked to the door. You shuddered,  finally noticing how cold it actually was. You tried not to think of anything. You tried not to think about how your life as a sniper would be. Suddenly, you saw that the Mafia guy had turned around and was looking at you with a strange expression. Now you where the one raising one eyebrow.

"Ah, and (Y/N)... I'm not supposed to tell you, but... As soon as I leave this room and tell my boss about your decision, the bomb in your parents house will be activated."

You felt your heart drop as your eyes grew wide in shock. He walked on, grabbed the doorknob and opened the door...

NO.

"Wait. WAIT!!!", you screamed in panic.

The guy turned around, smiling in triumph.

"Welcome to the Mafia, (Y/N). I'm Jungkook and I'll be your teacher for the next months."

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Ok. Omg. Breathe, Bella. xD

So, I actually didn't plan on making a part two or even posting it so soon, but you guys have been SOO SWEET LIKE wow!! I was so happy about all the Feedback! I was so motivated i basically made a backflip from my bed to my desk this morning

So, I would be so happy if this chapter would get Feedback too. Constructive criticism is also welcome!! Do you guys want me to continue or should I leave this as a two shot?

If I should continue, do you guys want any of the members to have a special place in the Mafia? You can request or comment that! (Jin- doctor, Jimin- hacker or something like that?)

Thanks for reading until now, have an amazing day~~