#I saw a croc at a park today

[montydrawsstuff]

Just try to implicate espio in anything when he's got a giant crocodile ready to jump at his defense.

[spliffymae]

let u decide, rintarō suna

synopsis: some days you loved him, others you wish you never met him. some days he hated the fact you were simply breathing, other days he wanted to be against your chest, listening to your heartbeat. he’s your ex—your ex friend, your ex fling, your ex boyfriend. you should be moving on! so why are you still with him?

⚠️mentions of drug use, swearing, exboyfriend!suna, plug!suna, on/off again relationship, arguing, guilt tripping, gaslighting, inconclusive ending.

kio’s notes - here’s my intro to the haikyuu fic world! also the ending is intended to be the way it is. the goal is to have you (the reader aka y/n) to determine their fate w suna. y’all gonna continue the cycle or break it?

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it was one of those nights again. where the weather was chilly, winds blowing any which way. the sky was painted a midnight blue, with purplish clouds. you were sitting in your room, face in your plush penguin as you listened to a video lecture. you were doing homework, struggling to even care about the subject at hand.

if it wasn’t a requirement for your major, you would have never even stepped foot in the classroom. because what fresh hell is this?

anyways—

you were listening to your professor give an example of some term he just said, you don’t know. you had tapped out and were now just waiting for the motivation to hit you again. but that atten got pulled away the minute your phone vibrated from beside your computer. you got a text.

rō🔌🖤🏐

i’m outside.

you furrowed your brows at the message. you now were up from your bed, in front of your window to look down into your complex’s parking lot. low and behold, in the spot reserved for your apartment was suna’s matte black bmw xm.

you let out a deep sigh before turning to your laptop and pushing your finger on the space key to pause the video. thankfully you weren’t in your typical loungewear of shorts and an oversized shirt, but rather black yoga pants and a black hoodie. it was a different level of chili today, so your feet being in warm fuzzy socks were fine outside in the cold. great for you, since the only shoes you could slip them into were your beige crocs.

when you locked up your house, you quickly jogged down the stairs and to his car, wanting to get whatever it was he wanted over.

what was once suna stopping by whenever and coming up to your front door was now you meeting him at his car like his other clients.

you walked to his window, tapping your nail against it to pull his attention from his phone. when he looked up at you, he gave you a lazy smile. he gestured for you to go around and come in, which made you raise your brows. he normally would just roll down his window and hand you the sandwich bag with your weed in it.

you give him the same look you gave him from upstairs and he just chuckled in response, signaling for you to go around once more. because he knew you’d listen.

and when you sat in the passenger seat with your back pressed against the door with an irritated look on your face, he still kept the smirk on his face. “happy to see me?”

“i was doing homework.” you intended to make him feel bad for disturbing your studies. after all, as a fellow scholarship student, suna should know how important it is to be consistent in one’s studies. however, because suna also knew you, he knew you were completely and utterly bullshitting.

“righttt, anyways i got your stuff.” he leaned over to your side of the car, pushing the button to open his glove compartment. he was close, his upper body stretching over your legs to retrieve whatever.

“i didn’t order anything from you. i still have from—.” but you were cut off when you saw a bag with ten, thick and tightly rolled spliffs.

suna smiled, “sure? swore i saw sum on your twitter today about ‘needin’ a blunt and a booty rub?” he quirked up a brow, his fox eyes shining with mischief.

you rolled your eyes with a scoff, “it was a retweet. and it was addressed to no one in particular, nosey ass.” he didn’t pay the name any mind. he never did when you would mock him. he instead just nodded, chuckling at how quick your defense came.

“uh huh, well here. figure you’re almost out of the other one i gave you.” he pushed the bag to you, dropping it on your lap. the smell was potent, each spliff had to have maybe two to four grams worth inside.

you pulled out your phone from you pants pocket, using your face id to open it, “how much you want for it? i just paid rent so if it’s anything more than a bill, ima have to hand it back.” you went to your messages with him tapping on your apple pay.

“i just want you to smoke one with me. no money.” he leaned his head back against the headrest, looking at you with tired but hopeful eyes.

it sounded like a simple request, but you know what came with it. the flirtatious banter and innuendos. circling around the topic of your relationship but never diving in. the stories of all the demons he’s been fighting. how he wishes you would come back to him.

you were his person after all. no one understood suna quite like you. you had a lifetime-lasting ticket to suna. from who he was to what he liked, his coping mechanisms, his defense ones; his favorite things, his most hated moments…you knew him probably better than he knew himself.

but you should tell him no. you should thank him for the offer but push the bag back into his possession. you should decline and leave the car. leave and break the cycle you found yourself in. this toxic reconciliation cycle.

but he was right. you were almost out, and you were planning to text him for a re-up anyways. and his car was really warm in comparison to outside. why waste a few moments of warming up?

after all, suna was always there when you needed him, weed-related needs aside. like when you had missed the bus and was running late to class (one you had to go to because there was an in-class assignment), you called suna and in five minutes he arrived to your apartment to take you to class. and he even waited until you finished to treat you to ice cream. he was also your go-to whenever you were sad—or even when you wanted to share good news with somebody.

so because of this, it was easy for you to relax back in the car seat, pulling one of the spliffs out of the bag with a huff. “you have a light?” you ask him with your hand out towards him, opened and waiting for him to put whatever bic lighter he had in his cup holder in your hand.

suna instead plucked the spliff from your fingers, and when he noticed your irritated face, he shrugged, “whoever rolls lights first. otherwise it’s bad luck for ‘em. you want me to have bad luck, yeah?” he had a smirk, taunting you with glimmer in his eyes and wiggling brows.

you would normally be playful back, usually biting the bullet and letting suna’s stupid jokes win you over. however, this time wasn’t like the other times.

you were really mad at him.

he had been seen around campus with like three different girls, all under his arm with hearts in their eyes looking at him. yes, you two were no longer together, but you still had a habit of being jealous whenever you saw or heard of new women in suna’s life.

and then on your way home today, as you passed by the usual coffee shop that was in between your college and your home, you saw through the window none other than suna, holding hands with a woman you didn’t know, but knew you hated. their hands were on the table, his thumb rubbing the back of hers and staring intently into her eyes. you couldn’t make out what he was saying, but by the way the girl tucked some hair behind her ear and looked down to avoid suna’s gaze, you could tell what type of conversation they were having.

“yes.” you said quietly, just as he slapped a lighter into your hand. he wasn’t thinking that you’d respond, let alone actually answering the question. but when he heard it, he looked up with his brows furrowed.

“now that’s just mean, sunshine. y’know you oughta be nicer to me. i’m a sensitive soul, remember.” he said with a pout and hand to his heart.

you rolled your eyes, “whatever suna.” you glanced down at the lighter in your hand. it was a gold zippo lighter. engraved on it was ‘if my soul was a spliff, you’d be like… the flame to it.’ —something you had said to him when you two were together, cuddled up in bed and off some pot brownies you bought from osamu.

“y’know,” you started, low eyes watching the screen before you as you lied on suna’s chest, arms wrapped around him. he was sitting up in the bed, running his finger back and forth on your arm. he put on bobs burgers, the two of you really wanting it for more background noise then entertainment.

“if my soul was a spliff, you’d be like…the flame to it.” your face was pressed against his chest so your words were a bit muffled, but he heard you and immediately cracked up in fits of laughter.

“no more edibles for you, sunshine.” he said with a giggle, secretly loving what you said. his cheeks started to get warm, and he was happy you weren’t focused on his face so you couldn’t see him. but he didn’t realize you could hear his heartbeat pick up.

“you still have this?” you asked him, looking at the engraved words, rubbing a finger over them. you gifted the lighter to him as a spontaneous and romantic gift. because of his…line of work, suna was always showering you with gifts. if he was out and saw something that reminded him of you? he got it. saw you glancing just a little too much at something in a store window? it’s yours in the next five minutes.

so how do you top a lot of small gifts? with one big, meaningful, romantic gift. and it just so happened to be an engraved lighter with the first time you ever told him what he meant to you.

suna shrugged, putting the spliff between his lips. “some chick told me refillable is to show how our love will never end. thought she was a sappy thing, that one.” he said. when he watched the way your face dropped at his choice of words, he laughed.

“but i think she was onto something.” he took your wrist, bringing it to him so you could light his spliff. you flicked open the top and did as he wanted, watching the cherry form at the end of the spliff. suna always rolled the spliff around the flame, burning it evenly to avoid it canoeing.

he looked at you through his lashes as you lit the spliff, his honey colored, fox eyes glowing with the help of the flame. your eyes looked to his for a moment, and when you met his gaze, you felt a rush through your body.

when it was good, you moved back quickly, closing the lighter but still keeping it in your hand. you squeezed it, a lame way to channel whatever feeling entered your body. it was either squeezing the lighter or your thighs, and lord only knows the ego suna would get if he caught that.

you cleared your throat, “she might’ve just been dumb and in love.” you mumbled as a response. it wasn’t like your rebuttal wasn’t true. when it had come down to it, you were an honors student with a 3.4 gpa. you were going to go in your future career as a dominating force, immovable. so why the hell was your brain so empty when it came to suna? why was it so easy for him to takeover your world?

“you think it was dumb?”

“i think it was unrealistic. love can end.” you didn’t make eye contact with him. you just stared at the lighter.

suna shook his head and clicked his tongue off the roof of his mouth. “not ours, y/n. we’re too strong to end.” he passed you the spliff, blowing the smoke he inhaled out. you accepted it and took a long pull, feeling the smoke fill your chest.

when you exhaled, a scoff followed after, “you didn’t seem to think that when you had all those women under you on campus, though. you’ve curated quite the fan club from what i’ve seen.”

“your jealousy is flattering, sunshine. but i only have eyes for you.” suna didn’t take you seriously, he never did when you got jealous.

this time, you forced a laugh in response. “ha! there’s no way you’re saying that to me after i literally saw you with another girl at what used to be our place. starin’ at the bitch like she was all that.” you took one last pull before handing the spliff back to him. you folded your arms, sucking your teeth with a pout. “i’m not blind, suna.” you finished, letting him know that you will be addressing what you saw today.

suna was never one for confrontation—honestly, his reasoning was simply because he never cared enough to. but then he met you, and his entire self flipped on its axis. before, when faced with a situation suna didn’t let it stress him past the moment. you hated how nonchalant he was, but he told you it was just his nature.

but you were everything against suna’s nature. you weren’t nonchalant, you weren’t the calm and reasonable type. when you got angry you would see red and your mouth would grow hot with insults for whoever pissed you off and then some. and soon enough, some of your short-tempered ways transferred to suna. he never got to the ‘seeing red’ level, but it was fair to say he would be on the borderline every now and again.

before, when you’d bring up any problems you had about suna, he would be with folded arms and a straight face, either sitting or standing. he wouldn’t egg you on or snap at you, rather he would just take a deep breath and take full accountability, apologizing and moving on.

but now? ohhh! say something to him. no, really—suna wants you to try him. he wants nothing more than for you to keep the rather bitter and hostile energy you had towards him so that he could take it and give it back to you.

suna rolled his eyes in response, “and i’m not deaf y/n. so give me a break! as if you’re innocent? like i don’t hear how atsumu stays calling you names like ‘sweatheart’ and ‘baby’ whenever you’re in his radius? or how he can’t shut up in the locker room about how cute you looked? you’re throwing stones from a glass house, y/n.” his tone was condescending, talking down to you almost.

“oh! and let’s not forget how every fuckin’ time we face his school, you think kai is a goddamn comedian. all giggly and ‘kaiii stop’.” he imitated the way you would be around kai, how you would playfully push him away with giggles leaving your lips when kai would ask when you would stop playing and let him take you out.

you huffed, “that’s not the same as all these bitches being under you! do you see me cuddled up w tsumu? or holding hands on a date with kai?!”

despite the two of you in a heated argument, you continued to share the spliff properly. following the instruction, “puff puff pass” and handing it off when the other needed it. you both were annoyed that you had to go into a high mad at each other, but you couldn’t help it.

“we’re not together anymore, y/n! you have no right to be jealous when all i’m doing is living my life! if i wanna go on a date then ima go on a date. if i wanna walk around campus with some girl then i’ll do that. you just said our love isn’t strong, but now i can’t move on? make that make sense…”

you pushed your lips out, nodding at his words. not because you agreed, but because you were going to be on some petty shit (since that’s obviously what he wanted to do). “ight.” you simply said, taking the spliff from him while at the same time opening your phone.

the car grew quiet after that, you didn’t leave, and suna didn’t say anything more. he simply watched as you tapped away on your phone with one hand while you smoked with the other.

you soon handed him back the spliff, only glancing at him to see if he’d take it. he did, but there was no doubt he did with hesitation, wondering what you were thinking. he decided to just shelf it, maybe let the moment settle and apologize for his outburst.

but all that went flying out the window when he heard the voice of kai nobuyuki come from your phone.

“baby, just text me whenever you’re ready and i’ll come get you. i gotta see you in that lil’ teal number. you’re killing me here.”

and suna finally saw red.

he snatched your phone from your hand, giving you no time to process what happened until he was out the car, reading through your messages with kai.

“what the hell is he texting you at midnight for?” suna asked as he scrolled up to a conversation you and kai had a last night. “ ‘that picture of you has been doing something to me’ ?? what fucking picture did you send him, huh?!” he tried to scroll up to find it, but it was gone, all he saw was the message you sent along with it,

y/n

do you like it? 🥹i thought of you when i bought it

“suna what the fuck!” you climbed out the car, walking around to grab your phone from him. but suna was a step ahead of you, running to the other side as you came around. “you just told me i don’t have the right to be jealous. hypocrite!”

suna didn’t respond to you, not when he was too focused on going to your photos to find the date of the conversation, hoping to find the photo. your camera roll was filled with memes and pictures of you, some goofy ones you took to send to your friends group chat, some aesthetically pleasing ones for your social media, and just random ones. one suna wanted to make his lockscreen because he missed turning on his phone and seeing your face.

when he found the date that matched with your message, there was a picture of you standing in a store, taking a mirror selfie. you were wearing a black skirt, converse and a white nike crewneck; your bum length braids were tied half up half down as you snapped the picture, glossed lips puckered and fingers up in a peace sign.

it should be a normal picture, one suna should’ve just glanced over. but what caught his attention was the store you were in. it was your favorite place to shop, and you were standing in the lingerie section of the establishment.

“so we buyin’ lingerie for other people now? are you out of your mind?!” he yelled. he swiped, and there was a picture taken from your room. you were bending facing the phone, the shot only capturing your pouty lips and figure in the black lace lingerie set. your cleavage was on full display, with your hand cupping you right breast, french tip acrylics contrasting with the black lace.

he swiped again. you were in a teal, babydoll nightgown, posing with your back to the mirror as you ever so slightly lifted up one side of the dress, showcasing just a peek of your ass. it was enough to get his dick to twitch, and if it did that to him, he could only imagine what seeing you like this did to kai. suna was fuming. this had to have been the photo kai got.

a dark chuckle left suna’s lips, one that surprised both you and him. you hadn’t heard something like this come from him. usually when he was mad he would disassociate himself from the situation, but he wasn’t just mad this time.

he was downright pissed!

“rintarō, you said it yourself we’re done—.”

“because it’s what you wanted me to say. just like how you said our love isn’t forever and that it was dumb and unrealistic. that’s what you said! so of course i’m not going to oppose.”

“and you taking my phone is showing me…that i’m wrong?” you asked with a quizzical look, taunting him. “because this just seems to me like i’m right. like you said, we can move on. since that’s what you wanna do then let me do it.”

suna felt like he was losing his mind, “are you dumb?” he asked, getting you to blink in confusion. “like have you actually smoked your last brain cell? i don’t want to move on, y/n! why the hell do you think i still come here? i still sell to you?” he stepped closer to you. “every fucking time i try there you are. stupid eyes just calling me back, every. damn. time. i try another girl, i end up seeing you. i want to fuck on someone new? my dick can’t get up unless it’s to you. i physically cannot move on. ”

you immediately rolled your eyes. suna had played this game one too many times with you. went on a whole ramble about how you plagued his mind when you two weren’t together. at first you bought it. the second time too because he laid it on thick. but now? you were immune.

fool me once, shame on you. fool me twice, shame on me…

“am i supposed to believe that? like i didn’t see what i saw today? because it physically looked like you were capable of moving on to me.”

“and what you’re not?” suna was practically spoon feeding you the attitude you were giving him. “because kai would attest to that.” he waved your phone in your face, still opened on the messages with you and kai. you tried to reach for it, but suna was taller than you by a decent amount so he simply raised his hand, stopping you from getting it. you glared at him. neither of you said anything. you just stared at one another in angry silence.

this always happens! every couple months or so, you and suna part ways and do what is a poor attempt at moving on. it never works out though—maybe will last a month at most, but always ends up with one of you in the other’s bedroom, taking hits of his dab pen and cuddled up, back together once again.

it was like you two had built-in magnets for each other. no matter how far you tried to go, no matter how big a gap suna would put between you two, you would always come back to one another.

so would this time be any different?

[gojocumdumpster]

”My name is Baki…Baki Hanma” 2

Type of story: Sfw

Afab reader (Sorry guys if there's not a lot gender neutral yall know im slow as hell)

I'm not using those pink letters int this story for y/n.

You had arrived home going to your bedroom, "I think I'll take a shower tomorrow." You said laying down on your bed. All you could think of was Baki..Baki Hanma. Maybe those girls who sat next to you were right. 2 weeks past and the next tournament was today.

Baki's POV: She said she was going to be here, should I ask for her number? Would if she says no..? Would if she thinks I'm a monster, would if she has a boyfriend.. Baki said to himself walking around circles in his graffitied house.

You woke up, today was the tournament and today you were going to see Baki. You paided for your tickets through the app and got the same spot you sat last time, you decided to wear a black dress to show off those curves. Hol on y/n do a 360 lemme see that ass move This was your dress: here with your choice of shoes. cause yall gon bash me for picking crocs You did your morning routine and had time to make breakfast so you made oatmeal and left.

You made it to the tournament building and waited in the lane for people who paided online, you parked your car and made your way towards the lobby, men were staring at you up and down the girls were giving you nasty looks but you didn't care because you were the bad bitch only in there. Except Jackiesha was the OG you can't out do the OG..anyways..

You made your to the food court and got you a hot dog and a drink, you walked to the arena as you took your seat, Round 1 was a tie because they both got knocked out at the same time. People were saying it wasn't fair and some were, you had to get on someone's case because they were doing to damn much. After that they were quiet the whole time, last round you saw that same Reddish-brownish haired boy. You stood up chanting his name as you waved at him to get his attention, he some how heard you through all those loud manly deep voices when you had a soft voice. Look at you. Now your doing to much y/n sit tf down.. He looked up at you and shook his head smiling.

You sat down waiting for the next fighter to come out. You ate your food as your were excited to see baki win. 6 minutes in the round baki was about to lose until he did a special move his father taught him that had everyone in shock. Everyone was silent as he got up and walked away until he heard *Clap Clap..* No it isnt what you think... You stood up clapping for Baki soon people were clapping with you. He looked at you with a big smile as he gave you a thumbs up.

It was time to leave and you were "lost" again as you walked to the back. You saw fighters looking at you like last time biting there lips at you. You didn't know which room Baki was so kept walking until you saw a room with there door creaked halfway. It looked like Baki was there! *Knock Knock* "Room service is here!" You said knocking on the door. "Y/n is that you.?!" he said chuckling and opening the door more. He let you come in his room as it had a shower and a couch with a TV. He closed the door and turned towards you. "W-wow you look better up close" He said nervously.."Thank's Baki!" You say as you give him a 360.

"Is it okay if I hug you?" He said fiddling with his hands. "Sure!" You said reaching your hands out. You guys hugged each other his hand's slowly trailing from your back to your waist and resting on your hips as he rubs your hips gripping the thickness of it, slowly going down to your plump round butt both hands touching it. You were blushing in his neck the whole time with your hands around his neck, he gripped your ass as they fit perfectly in his hands. I'm sorry y/n I think I lost myself for a second as he lets go. "It's okay Baki" you say laughing at his flustered face. You guys took a seat on the couch he wanted to tell you something. You could tell, "What is it Baki? Tell me.' You say with your hand on his thigh looking at him with pleading eyes. He looked at you in shock as if you almost read his mind. "Can I get your number..? It's fine if you don't-" You cut him off "Of course Baki!" as you put your number in his phone fast as light. He smiled at you shaking his head. You guys hung out for hours on the couch. It was time to go and he had walked you out to the entrance. You said your goodbyes and quickly kissed him on his cheek and ran off to your car. He touched the part where you kissed him and looked at your car in shock as you drove off.

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

Killer croc seeing his s/o; who’s a chubby sweet lady, getting sexually harassed by a creeper. Making inappropriate remarks about her body; she’s big busted and wide hips with a big butt.

"Cupcake." Killer Croc x f!reader

🔪🐊🔪Oh so we're fucking people up today. I see. I see.

TW: violence, blood, harassment, sexual harassment

Waylon had been running late for your meeting. His neighbor Mr. Wilkins- nice old man (and blind as a bat), asked him to look at a stuck window in his house. Begrudgingly he agreed. This devolved into Waylon doing several thing around the place that needed to be done for him and losing complete track of time.

By the time he rolled up to the park and the spot you agreed on, he saw you were occupied talking to someone. At least, at first it looked like talking. Yet the way your arms crossed over your buxom chest and your body leaning away... Oh it was going to be that kind of fucking day.

As Waylon got closer he could hear all the vile, disgusting things the creep was saying to you. Sexual, all about your body, your "birthing hips" and curves. The man was too focused on his harassment to even notice your beau coming up behind him.

"Yeah. She's beautiful, ain't she?" Waylon growled. As the man started turning around, Waylon cracked his knuckles, "No, nah keep going- What was he sayin', chere? He could help you fit a baby up there?"

You slowly nodded, your face bright red. He could see tears forming in your eyes and it sent him to a rage. The creep kept apologizing, saying it was all just a joke and that he didn't know she was taken-

Croc glared, "You think this is about her bein' my girl? That's not the sole problem, fuck face. Yeah, I'd kill for her, but a joke? You joke like that with your mama? Nobody taught you a goddamn lick a' manners, that much I can see." He looks at you for a moment before tilting his head. You turn away, not even bothering to ask for mercy for the bastard.

"I'll teach you." His claws tore deep into the sweatshirt of the man, pulling him forward. The creep screamed as blood was drawn. Waylon let the man's head slam onto the ground. Even outside, there was a crunching sound as his nose broke.

Then your partner, the Killer Croc, yanked the man up by the right wrist. Up, up until feet were off the ground. Waylon could feel the pop of this pathetic piece of shits shoulder as it disjointed from the socket. A bubbling, bloody gurgle came from the throat.

It was then Waylon felt your hands on his arm. You didn't have to say anything. This was enough. Waylon let the man down just enough so they would be face to face.

"I ever see you bothering my girl or any other girl again, I'm gonna eat your face and shit you out, do you understand?" The growl was unlike anything you heard from your partner before. The creep nodded and was tossed to the ground. He ran.

Waylon waited for the man to disappear out of sight before looking down at you, "You okay? He touch you?"

You shook your head and hugged him, "I'm just happy you're here."

He hugs you back, his claws gently moving through your hair. A hum vibrates through his chest to you. It's comforting. Then he's got your hand and is pulling you away.

"Let's get outta here. Let's go to that bakery you like. Cupcakes for my cupcake, huh?" He attempts to give you a warm smile as best as he can. You smile back and ask why he was late anyways.

He remembers and starts, "You wouldn't fuckin' believe-"

[nerdieforpedro]

WIP Wednesday Game

Tagged by @wannab-urs @frenchiereading @megamindsecretlair @pedroshotwifey

Thank you all tagging me 🥰 You all know I always have ideas, the problem is usually follow through. 😂 and completion.

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My March Spring Prompts! I’m really enjoying doing them this month. I’ve been trying to include as many different Pedro and Oscar characters as possible with some connecting drabbles. 🥰

A sample of part two of "The Lake between Us" (Thank you all for enjoying part one, I didn't quite expect such a response for it. Should I make a tag list for it? 🤔) Ezra AU x plus size OFC - name in future parts:

Things were tenuous at first but they worked out she’s to call him ‘Uncle’ or Mr. Ezra. It worked better in social situations and she became his little ‘Birdie.’ Scaling down the jobs he took on to mitigate risk was a challenge and were worth less but he had to live not only for himself now. The pair moved around some before he enrolled her in school in Louisiana but ensured that he taught her when she came home in the evenings and on the weekends. The child hated the extra lesions, but it enabled her to be leagues ahead of her peers as far as studies went. Ezra was determined not to suffer another fool and would do what he could so that Cee wouldn’t follow in her father’s steps of idiocy. The results of his care, diligence and support was realized at both her high school graduation which he had never imagined attending anyone’s graduation except his own and to travel with his charge to see the college she’d chosen.

Nuestras canciones (Our Songs) Santiago Garcia x Amalia (plus size OFC) @reallyrallyauthor liked my Santiago spring prompt for today so I felt motivated to finally write another part to this mini-series:

Santiago saw a woman by herself lost in the music, the glow from her skin from perspiration. He didn’t see a reason why he shouldn’t make his way over to her so he did, but he waited until she opened her eyes again and was surprised by him. She laughed and apologized where he told her there was no reason to. Holding his hands out, she peered down and slid her fingers along his palms. The last song died down and the next started, it was slower, sensual, intimate. Garcia interlocked his fingers with hers as they moved back and forth, step by step. His eyes met hers, pulling one of her hands toward him and placing it on his shoulder. His palm found a place on her hip as his lips skimmed her forearm up to her shoulder, pulling her closer. They didn’t say anything as they moved in sync. Once the music ended this time, they stepped outside so they could hear each other speak. By the time they finally exchanged phone numbers, the club was emptying out and Amalia looked toward her friends as did Santiago. The pair had spoken about the dancing, club, food, drinks, if they were single, music and a few bad jokes. Well, between the both of them, quite a few bad jokes. 

My third WIP is one that I choose to blame @mysterious-moonstruck-musings since she fancies herself a sweet Dieter. So I gotta deliver because this is what she wants apparently. 🤭 I have vibes and two paragraphs at this point. Basically, you meet Dieter through one of his PA (because he's got 4 or 5 personal assistants who keeps track?) and he finds drawn to you? Was it crocs? Was it pizza? Was it a two am dance party to Paramore and Linkin Park? Maybe it was all of them or something else entirely? I'll work it out.

My last WIP is one I've been kicking around for a bit. It's a WIP I have with Marcus Pike. I've been dabbling him after a shooting or passing his firearm recertification exam and having PTSD (because I haven't tortured a Pedro character recently 👀) This one is also vibes, still working it out. I started mentioning therapy in my March prompts and it snowballed into this WIP.

This is what I have this week. Poor Javi G's outline still isn't vibing with me. I am going to figure it out though. 😭

Let me know if you have any questions about any of them. 🤗

NPT: @maggiemayhemnj @magpiepills @morallyinept @inept-the-magnificent @covetyou @chronically-ghosted @for-a-longlongtime @legendary-pink-dot @gemmahale @schnarfer @romanarose @perotovar @soft-girl-musings @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @tinytinymenace @alltheglitterandtheroar @drawingdroid @yourcoolauntie @trulybetty @hannibals-favourite-meal @thefrogdalorian @gasolinerainbowpuddles

[theformerbastard]

• I don't mean to sound like the little kid whinin' about how his sister crossed the imaginary line he drew in the backseat but why in the name of Zeus's butthole do people always seem to park right beside me when there are dozens of empty spots around?

• My customer the other day was so goddamn sweet. I won't bore you with the whole story but when I told her that Enterprise called to tell me they didn't have a car for me she was like "I am not leaving here until you have a car" and, sure enough, she stayed until she saw me get into a car. I wish I'd met her a different way. That's another downside to this job that I hadn't quite prepared myself for: I've met a few people that I've thought I hit it off with but it feels unprofessional/creepy to be like "I wanna be your friend!" So I just give em their keys and accept that I'll likely never see em again.

• Your disposition is more important than your position. Jimmy Carr brought that up more than once in an interview I listened to today. The whole interview gave me a lot to think about, but I especially loved that.

• I was kinda gettin' excited about wakin' up to flannel weather in the midwest but now I'm headin' to Phoenix where they haven't gotten word that it's Fall yet. Weak.

• I saw this dumb thing on instagram the other day that I've let occupy more of my thoughts than I care to admit. I keep tryin' to write it out but I can't quite get the words right. The gist is that I see fragile men moanin' about how men have become feminized but I'm not seein' it anywhere other than on social media. It's like these chicken shit pussies see a picture of Harry Styles in a dress and think that every guy but them dresses that way. I love nail polish and jewelry but I've found myself scalin' back because I don't like callin' too much attention to myself and everywhere *I* go, I see dudes in grunt style shirts with beards that would flip shit if their son wanted pink crocs.

I don't think I'm articulatin' my point as well as I would like. I'm just incredibly fascinated by how we all see this world very differently. I wonder how much of it is based on what we actually see vs. what we see in our phones.

[phenomenalgirl9]

Min Yoongi x Reader: The Eternal Prince

🎂💜HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOONGI 🎉🎁

A/n: The whole concept was brought from my head, I was originally gonna make this a vampire story, but I didn't. I am so glad I could take part in this writers colab with so many other talented writers. Find the Masterlist here.

Summary: Everyone heard of the Prince who got curse to be a beast for being too proud of his beauty, ever heard of the Prince who got cursed to have a frozen heart because he was cold? But, only one thing can thaw the ice in his heart, love. And only one person can give it to him, Y/n, will he be able to save her this time round? This time round, will his heart thaw?

Wc: 10.2k

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"Yoongi!!"

"Yoongi......~"

"YOONGIIIII~!"

He jolted up from his sleep, sitting up taking deep breaths, his whole body covered in beads of sweat. The voice still faint in his head, like every other night. Having the same recurring nightmare isn't easy specially if that last a century long. But this night was different, this dream was different from the previous other nights.

Truth is, every night he saw it, the same nightmare, over and over again, of how he lost her. However, a few times before he'd have this different dream, one similar to that one he had today, walking through a dense forest, hearing his name being called among the fogs as he tried his best to keep following it. The voice, he knows it so well, he keeps trying to catch it but it keeps slipping away.

"Fuck" he cursed to himself, this ominous feeling, he knew all too well what's about to happen and he hopes he's ready for it.

So he calls him, his most trusted person.

"Hello Boss?"

"It's on" he says, the one one the other side of the call knowing very well as to what's going on and what he needs to do next.

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"Y/n" you heard a voice call you.

"Y/n.." you heard it again.

"Wake up!" You heard and then suddenly you felt a gush of cold. What the fuck?, You thought, and jolted up in a sitting position, only to find your best friend standing infront of your bed with a smirk on his face and an empty tumbler in his hand as you saw hin run away the moment he saw you wake up.

"PARK JIMIN!!!!!!!!" you shouted

"Bitch stop complaining I helped you, now you won't have to take a shower!" He shouted as you chased him around your shared apartment. Finally giving up you sat down on a chair as Jimin came to stand infront of you and say "Seriously? 19 years and you still can't catch me. Why do you even try" he says almost mocking you "Anyways don't you have an interview today?"

You nodded "Yeah, I was quite nervous, I could not sleep all night"

"I know, I heard you playing music when I woke up for water in the middle of the night" he said.

"Then why did you wake me like that!" You asked throwing him a punch but missing

"Cause it's fun" he said "Now get up, I called you early enough so you can ponder over what to wear and how to style up for a good 45 mins." And with that he walked to the kitchen.

You knew Park Jimin, since when you both were in diapers, his parents and yours being neighbours all their life. His father Park Chanyeol was a very good friend of your father. Going through school and then college together, he's always been your constant. Be it a failed test or a bad break up, he was always there for you to pick up the pieces, and so were you for him.

You took a shower and quickly looked up picking what to wear, taking a good ten minutes to decide and finally showing it to Jimin and getting his approval.

"Were those beige shoes you bought last month, they'll go great with them, but if your gonna wear that ug scarf, might as well wear crocs" he suggested. Yes, your bestfriend had the best fashion sense and a huge sass, yes he's gay af. As if on que you saw Jackson walk out of his bedroom,Jimin placed three plates on the counter and filled each with beacon and eggs and a glass of orange juice.

"Thanks babe" Jackson said as he kissed him on his cheek and saud "Good morning Y/n, ready for the interview"

"I don't know, it's MYG's, I really want to get this one" you said.

"You will, don't worry okay" Jimin said stuffing some eggs in his mouth "You'll rock the interview"

After getting a hug and all the bests from your bestfriend and his boyfriend you walk out of hour house and drove your car to the address they gave you for the interview.

MYG's one of the most well known and huge company, rather a business empire run by hereditary business tycoon Kim Namjoon. They literally have subsidiary companies in everything and you don't even know how they got hold of your profile, but this was a huge opportunity for you since you graduated 2 years ago. Being a PR for the mother company would be a great deal and that's the post you were offered if you were to pass this interview.

You parked your car and entered the building. Wah, you sighed, everything looked so modern and stylish. You walked up to the receptionist and asked "Hello, I'm here for an interview"

"May I know your name?" She asked

"Y/n L/n" you said

"Ah sure, please go down the corridor on the right and take the elevator to the 12th floor, you'll be guided from there" she said with a bright smile.

You smiled and mumbled a thank you and she threw an All the best and you went through the way she told you. As soon as the elevator dinged and the door opened to the 12th floor, you found a very handsome man who welcomed you as you left the elevator.

"Ms. L/n I presume?" He asked and you nodded "I'm Kim Taehyung, HR manager and brother of CEO Kim. Come this way" he said leading you through a specific door and inside you found two other men sitting. One you recognised as CEO Kim but the other. The man with porcelain skin and the most beautiful face you have ever seen, he looked vaguely familiar but you can't really remember from where. You found his eyes on you, that kinda made you feel intimidated, his piercing gaze seemed to bore into your soul and read even your deepest secrets and desires. However, for some reason he resembles a cat.

"Do you have a copy of your resume?" Kim Taehyung asked.

"Yes" you said and looked into you bag and took out your file. Only to find that your copy of resume wasn't in it.

"I'm so sorry I-" you paused, you were sure you put everything inside yesterday night before you went to sleep.

"Not even into the job and already careless?" The guy with porcelain skin asked

"I'm so sorry, sir" you said bowing

"It's alright Ms. L/n, mistakes happen" CEO Kim said and opened a laptop "We have all the soft copies here"

Soon, they started to ask you questions about your life and you kept answering them correctly. Then they started asking situational questions and the two Kims actually seemed to be getting impressed by your answers. However, the Cat guy seemed to have it out for you. Every time you gave an answer he kept countering with more questions, trying his best to find loopholes in the answers. However, in the end CEO Kim said "Ok that's all. I think we got everything we needed. You can wait downstairs, we'll get back to you"

As you left you looked at the Cat guy who almost sent a glare your way before he joined in the hushed discussion that had already started in hushed tones.

You waited for around 20 minutes in the lobby, when you found Mr. Kim walking towards you with an envelope and an adorable boxy smile. He stepped up in front of you and said "Congratulations"

"Oh my god! Oh my god! Thank you Mr. Kim" you said taking the envelope.

"Oh. Just Taehyung is fine" he said "If you have any questions you can come to me"

"Can I ask one now?" You asked

"Sure"

"Um... Who was the third guy there in the interview, the one with the porcelain skin?" You asked

"Oh that's Director Min, you'll be working under him" he said

"Wah, doesn't seem like he liked me" you said scratching your head.

"Oh, don't worry, he doesn't like many people, out front. But if you get to know him, you'll know he's a softy" he said with a smile, and you tried your best to smile back.

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You punched in the code eagerly, and found the two on the couch.

"You're back!?" Jimin asked

"Guess who works for MYG~" you sung

"No way!" Jimin cursed and looked shocked but rushed to hug you "Congratulations" even though you noticed how he got shocked but didn't care too much at that moment.

You were excited for your first day and were sure you'd do your best.

And hence the day came, you got ready and made double sure that everything was in your bag, that was when you found that your ID card wasn't in it. You rushed to your room to find it on the dresser, strange, you were sure you put it in the bag but hurriedly you put it on and rushed to your car.

You were ready in your seat well before time, right when the shift starts a pretty woman walked up to you and introduced herself as Kim Jennie.

"You're the CEO's sibling?" You blurted out

"Yes" she said with a bright smile and went on to explain your duties and you had to report to Director Min directly. As if on cue you watched him walk in and everybody including you greeted him.

"You, newbie" he pointed at you, "In my office, now" he said in a cold tone, and rushed to his cabin. You followed him.

"I don't like waiting or late reports" he said the moment you entered.

"Yes sir" you said.

"You run into an issue, mess up, get stuck, have any doubts, you come to me? Clear?" He said sternly

"Like crystal sir" you said

"I'm mailing you 4 files, sort them out before lunch, you may leave" he said. You immediately turned and left. Once out of the door you released a breath you didn't know you were holding.

"He really said that?!" Taehyung said laughing so hard he almost fell off the chair.

"Oh he can be scary" Jungkook who had the seat beside you and was now having lunch with you and Taehyung said. You got to know that Taehyung and Jungkook were childhood friends. Suddenly, you heard your name being called and turned to find Jennie.

"Mr. Min is calling for you, urgently" she said.

"And this is just day 1" Jungkook muttered.

You went back and into his cabin and asked "You called sir?"

"Yes, I thought I told you to be careful with the report, there was an error in the 3rd file" he said turning his laptop screen towards you.

"That's not possible I triple checked it" you said

"Well you checked wrong. This better not happen again. Go" he said.

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(time skip brought to you by Suga's gummy smile)

"It's been six months? Already?" Jennie said

"This needs to be celebrated!" Jungkook suggested.

Yes, it has been six months since you started working at MYG. Director Min had worked you through and through every working hour of these 6 months. You learnt that he is a cold human and was actually friends with nobody to a level where nobody knew his first name. However, your two colleagues Jennie and Jungkook and superior plus friend Taehyung help you survive the days. Hence, the four of you decided to grab some drinks after work.

"Cheers to reports" you said

"And Director Min screaming at you" Jennie added with a wierd giggle. It was the fifth round and damn was this girl a mess, though you'd lie if you'd say you don't feel tingly yourself, you're beyond tipsy and hence, you giggle back,

"Man he hates me" you say "But you know its strange how he's able to find flaws even when I know there were none" you say pouting "but he's so cute" you said lying your head down on the table.

"Cute? Director Min? Cute? Omo. You've wasted your brain" Jungkook said also giggling

"I can't remember where I have seen him though, I'm quite sure I have seen him. Where?" You said very lightly "Why does my heart hurt when I try to remember where" in whispers to only yourself

"It'll come soon" you heard Taehyung mumble.

"Okay! I think we should leave, we still have work tomorrow, remember?" You said and watched as the rest of them gathered their things. And walked out with them, you put Jennie and Taehyung in a cab and Jungkook to climb into one, where you parted ways. The night was nice and your apartment was nearby so you decided to walk the rest of the way. You were glad you did though, the wind felt so nice against your face, it was refreshing.

That was until you found two sketchy guys eyeing you from the other side of the sidewalk. You tried to seem unfazed and walk, a few cars were passing through the street, but none went at a speed where they'd notice the sidewalk. You sent a prayer that you'd be safe when you heard one call.

"What's woman like you doing alone at night?" One of them said walking to you. Both were dressed in black.

You kept walking.

"Hey where are you going doll?" The other asked

"Why don't we have some fun?" 1st one said and grabbed your hand.

"Let. Me. Go" you said in gritted theeth

"ooh! A fiesty one" the second said

"What would you do if I do not?" The one grabbing your wrist said, you could swear you saw his eyes glowing green for a fraction of a moment. You felt your feet freeze where they were even your tongue felt heavy. Did you drink something?

"Cat got your tongue?" The second one said, inching closer.

"I think the lady said to unhand her" you heard a cold voice, but damn was that voice familiar.

And he was swift, he simply grabbed the man's hand and the guy started screaming, the other ran away as the first one cowered in from of him. Until he let go and the man ran for the hills.

"Are you all right?" He asked

"Yes sir" you said rubbing your wrist.

"Come let me drop you" Yoongi said and you just followed him.

"I stay near by" you mumbled

"And your point?" He asked. You just shook your head and climbed into the passenger seat.

He suddenly came very close to you, you heart almost skipped a beat and you were about to say something when he pulled the seat belt and attached it to the side. So he was attaching the seat belt? Why did your heart go wild for a moment? Is it the alcohol? Must be the alcohol, you decided. Your eyes went to the mirror and it stayed stunned at the back seat. Theres a box and a very familiar box but like always you can't remember where you've seen it. You looked at Yoongi but decided to stay quiet.

When you reached home, Yoongi literally walked you to your door. You punched in the password and walked in and locked. Yoongi took a long breath and walked away.

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"Didn't I tell you to be careful when you opted to befriend her" Yoongi spoke through the phone.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have gotten drunk" was heard from the other side.

"Thank God, I was passing by Taehyung, do you realise what could have happened? I can't do the same thing again!" Yoongi said his voice almost sounded.

"I know. You just found her" Taehyung said.

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"You rode with your boss?!" Jimin said.

"Why didn't you call us to get you from the bar?" Jackson asked

"I figured you guys must be tired and it was really close so I wanted to walk" you said sheepishly.

"Thank God, you're safe. Come lets eat, the breakfast is getting cold" Jimin said sighing.

The day was uneventful, you never brought up that incident, but strangely everytime you looked at Mr. Min you felt some type of way and that box he had, why does it seem familiar to you? It looks quite old now that you notice it sitting on his cabin couch.

"What are you looking at?" The cold voice asked.

"No nothing" you said and tried to scurry away but on your way to the door you felt dizzy and lost your balance.

"Careful" Mr. Min said and rushed to your aid.

[A/n: (y/n) is your nick name]

"(y/n) are you okay?" Mr. Min exclaimed his stoic face in vissible panic.

"Wha-what did you call me?" You asked

"Y/n. Y/n" he said as he helped you up and moved to the couch. And you looked into his eyes, and a name left your lips. You've never heard of it before, you don't know who it is. But you knew now its him.

"Yoongi"

Yoongi's eyes went in shock as you broke into a fits of coughing, you lungs were on fire and you felt like you throat was filling up with water. Like someone was pushing you underwater. You felt the cabin fade away and the scenery changing.

Your body fell limp on Yoongi's arms that were trembling. He waited 120 years without you, and now that you're here. You're in danger again.

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You couldn't breathe, the water was rushing inside your systems, but you couldn't pull yourself up, the force on your neck was too much. But suddenly they pulled you and almost threw you aside.

"Hey are you okay?" A voice said. No its not from any of them.

You couldn't speak so you shook your head a no. You rubbed your eyes and finally looked up to find a pretty boy with golden locks. Your eyes widened in realisation and you bowed.

"Prince!"

"No, no, please don't bow. It's okay. I'm sorry about my cousins" he said, referring to the guys that were bullying you previously.

"Please don't apologise, it's okay" you said.

"But I feel bad" he said, suddenly you see him set down, a long "something" wrapped in a cloth, that you were noticing now, in the ground and sat down in front of it. He untied the ribbons to reveal an instrument, a guqin.

"I'll play something for you" he said with a gummy smile. You sat up straight.

"This should also make you feel better" he said as you nodded. Soon the air filled with the sweet sound of the strings. The music soothed your nerves and brain, as you closed your eyes.

You opened your eyes to see a meadow and the very known blonde boy, but now a bit grown up sat.

"You called me so urgently what happened?" You asked looking at his beautiful face, with the eye path on his right eye.

"I completed the song" he said

"Who could think the great heir of the Min Dynasty, makes love songs for his lover" you said as you caressed his cheek. You sat down comfortably facing him. As he started plucking at the chords.

(this is what he played)

You kept listening to the melody, almost getting lost in them. Yoongi was never good with words. So he used music and right now, this music told you everything. His love and longing for you. His want, and how he feels a pull towards you. He made you a song.

"It's so beautiful. What did you name it?" You asked. "I haven't" he said with the gummy smile.

Years pass, as the two of you grow closer and dearer. Yoongi got marriage proposals from far away lands but he never gave in. "The Queen summoned me today" you told Yoongi as you combed through his hair, it was his order that nobody but you are supposed to touch his hair since he started growing it. You combed through his golden locks as he motioned you to continue "Please meet with the Princess of Ilbon" you told him.

As he sat back down you restarted your work on his hair, him watching you through the mirror, to others he was the cold Prince Min Yoongi, but to you he was just Yoongi, your Yoongi. There was a knock and you opened to see the broad shouldered friend and employee of Yoongi. "Sire, your mother wants to see you, she seems unwell" said Kim Seokjin. The Kims have been serving the Mins since the start of the Min dynasty, but the relationship between Seokjin and Yoongi was more like friends than Master and Servant. "Is she finding herself ill again?" Yoongi asked. "Well, that's what she told me, not like she looked the part if you asked me" Seokjin said, while bowing his head to greet you as you did the same.

"What?! Y/n? You know I won't" he said, "Why?" You asked. Yes, you did, even though you knew the answer, he just gave you a look "Yoongi, you can't hold onto that, we were kids, It's okay. Do what's good for the kingdom" you said. "HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT A FOREIGNER WOULD BE GOOD FOR THE KINGDOM?!" he asked, you flinched at his tone, he instantly felt bad for shouting at you. "Your mother said You're his friend, make him understand what's good for him and the kingdom, so here I am" you said. "I am the future ruler, I decide what's good for me and my kingdom, I will soon be on the throne and I will change the royalty for matrimony rule, abolish it once and for all" he said, and stood up, his hair cascading his face now, as he turned around those feline looking eyes now set on you, you'd lie if you'd say they don't set a sort of fire inside you "You. Are. Not. My. Friend" he said as he took a step with every word while you were mesmerized in your place. He walked close, almost too close, your hands now on his chest "If I marry someone what would you do? Marry someone else too?" He asked. You felt his arms snake around your waist and with one tug now you stood against him chest to chest "Would you let him touch you the way I DO? Would you let another man get this close to you?" His eyes were sharp, and he looked like he could see through you down to your soul, it was intimidating yet comforting in a strange way. "Words, (y/n)" he said, you blushed at the name he gave you, only he ever called you that. "I could never" you whispered, "Neither could I and I wouldn't let that happen. Do you trust me?" He asked as you nodded "Then wait for me" he said, brushing a stray strand of hair away from your face "I will make you mine and I will be yours" he said and pulled you closer with adoration in his eyes.

Yoongi soon became king, after his mom declared that she was 'too ill' to continue to shoulder the kingdom. After some months of his reign, Yoongi declared his decision to abolish the Royalty for Matrimony rule, you saw him less than you used to and sometimes you didn't see him for weeks, but you still had him in your heart. You'd still see him in the mornings to do his hair on the days he was in the castle. Then, after his long travels when he came back and you massaged his scalp and helped him wash his hair and take care of it. Sometimes you had these lazy evenings when he would order to not disturb him for the rest of the night. You'd sit and stare at him as he would play his guqin. It was a sight to watch Yoongi with his flowy blond hair in a low ponytail, sitting patiently playing the instrument he loved the most for the person he loved the most. The same man who is called fearsome and heartless by so many around him. One would say so if they saw him in business. How after some gruesome debates and a few dates of discussion he did it, he got the ministers on board and made his mother acknowledge the abolition of the Royalty for Matrimony rule.

Every nobleman and minister were eager to set someone from their family up with Yoongi. Meanwhile Yoongi was unwilling to even see anybody else, he raised your station in the household, he was told nobody was to order you around except him, the other housekeepers even though were jealous never stepped out of line. You had told him not to suddenly jump into deciding to marry you else the court will say he bent rules for his advantage. It was around this time she came into your life. That day, you were just passing by the fields carrying fresh flowers for the King's bed chambers. As you passed by the training field you could feel eyes on you and you looked to find no other than the feline-like eyes of the king himself on you, following every move of yours. Seokjin noticed that from afar and smiled to himself, his poor friend and sire just couldn't keep to himself when it came to you. You enter the castle to see the prettiest woman enter the castle doors with two maids. "Hello? Can I help you?" You had asked, "I'm here to meet the king and give him my greetings, from the House of the Parks" she said "I'm Park Jihyo" she said. You bowed to her and said "Follow me this way madam, the king will be informed of your arrival" you said.

You sent off some maids to inform Yoongi and took Jihyo to the sitting lounge. You looked at her, she was so pretty, and charismatic there was something strange about her though, you couldn't put your finger on what, you knew by the name that she's the eldest of the Park household, then again the Parks were always secretive, you knew most of the noble men were scared of her father Park Jinyoung but, you never knew why.

Yoongi soon came in, his hair a bit damp with sweat, his long sword in his hand, he walked into the room, and handed you his sword, his eyes lingering on you for sometime before greeting Park Jihyo. She brought a letter from her father, that Yoongi read and then said "Sure, you are welcome to stay in the castle as long as you need" he said and motioned Seokjin to perform accordingly, Jihyo was about to say something but Yoongi had said "So I'll leave you in Seokjin's care" and walked off motioning you to follow.

When you entered his room he closed and locked the door, "Did she give you off vibes?" He asked and you nodded and said "Don't all the Parks do?" You say. "Seokjin keeps telling me these rumours of the eldest of the family having what powers" he says "She'll be staying for a few weeks and her father requested if I sheltered her in the castle he'll be rest assured. You stay aware of her okay?” he walked to you and held you by your shoulders. "I'll be fine" you assured him, "I know, my queen" he said kissing your cheek, instantly heating your face up. "(y/n)" Yoongi proceeded to say in your ears as he wrapped his arms around your waist and you did the same around his torso. He brought his face painfully close to yours "Don't you have kingly duties to tend to? Sire?" You asked. "Fuck them, they can wait" he said and attached his lips to yours, the kiss wasn't hurried or hungry it was lovely and passionate. Yoongi wasn't one for much skinship but it were these rare moments that you enjoyed the most when he couldn't seem to get enough of your touch. His tongue brushed against your lower lip as you granted him entrance. Your hands intertwined behind his neck as you pulled him closer. His hands did the same, due to lack of contact with your skin but that had to do right now cause the two of you could hear the knocks from the door.

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Slowly, you remembered all, all the rejected and disregarded advances Jihyo made on Yoongi. Her coy eyes towards him that you always were somehow afraid of, but Yoongi paid no heed. Until that night, the night of his birthday, the night he decided he will announce his relationship with you to the court and his decision to marry you. The small gala with the closest people of the King and the royal family was going well, Yoongi was supposed to say all that before the feast however as the guests moved to the dining hall, Jihyo who was missing for the rest of the evening was seen. Strange, you had thought she must have gone home after the rejection she faced the previous day when she professed her love to Yoongi.

You noticed something shining in her hand and saw the way she was marching forward toward Yoongi, without thinking twice at the final moment you launched yourself between Jihyo and Yoongi shielding him from the dagger, it entered you gut and you felt the sheer pain in your stomach "NO! IT WAS MY seth-salm for YOONGI! YOU IDIOT" Jihyo screamed and stomped as you felt the dagger suck on your life. You held onto the ivory dagger with intricate design to pull it out, it felt like it was burning your insides.

"Y-y-y/n?! Y/N! (y/n)! NO NO NO NO NO" Yoongi rushed to hold you onto his lap, as tears stung his eyes. Seokjin immediately siezed Jihyo at the edge of his blade.

"So it's her? For whom you rejected me in cold blood?! So what if she took your curse for you! " She immediately held unto the blade Seokjin was pointed at her and cut her hand and dripped blood from it and said "I Park Jihyo curse you with the frozen heart. You will live on and watch her die again and again" she said.

"WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU AND YOUR TWISTED MIND!? Y/N!" Yoongi screamed. Just like that Jihyo had vanished among the crowd as Seokjin took one glance toward Yoongi with you on his lap. He commanded the guards to be alert and called for the healer.

"(y/n), (y/n), please please stay awake, you will be alright" he told you. "Yoo-Yoongi" you said and placed your already cold hand on his cheek "I'm too tired Yoongi, I'm so sorry. Live on, be good, maybe in our next life we-we will..." You couldn't complete it. Your lymph body cold and lifeless was lying on his lap, his clothes and hands red with your blood.

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The scene shifted, this was a century later. You remembered this day, when you first saw Yoongi again. You were immediately drawn to that traveller, the glaces he gave you. How he looked at you like someone who hasn't seen someone dear in ages when you first talked to him to take his order at your father's inn. The traveler had something long wrapped in cloth tied to his back, you remember watching him play this long looking string instrument one night by the window.

It all came to you, how he had saved you from some ferals at night one time, how he had rushed to check if you were hurt. And then the rush of adrenaline and the memories. You remembered how you had remembered your previous life. Tears had welled into your eyes as you had hugged him when you woke up. You remembered how he and his companion Kim Jongin had explained to you whatever they had found out in their journey.

"Seth- salm the curse of 3 lives, you get three lives and if you don't find what you were set into the curse for your soul will disintegrate. Here, Park Jihyo had set in 'falling in love' as the curse. She cursed me with a frozen heart and only true love can thaw that, for me to be able to get old. Which I wanna do with you this time" he said holding your hand.

The universe gave you a second chance, you felt, even with all these twisted curses though. You knew this man and you knew you loved him, even though love doesn't come that easily. And you did, the two of you fell in love again, you had kissed a couple of times too but the curse never seemed to break. But, you spent more time together, he barely left your side, he played his guqin for you. You remember, getting a custom made box for it so that he doesn't have to wrap it and tie it and could simply carry the Guqin with him. You had personally drawn the designs on it then got your trusty cousin Jung Hoseok to carve it for you.

It felt like something was missing in the whole equation so, Yoongi had to travel and find the answers with Jongin. He left his brother Kim Seungmin as he said that there were "dangers". Indeed having Seungmin was a help he helped around in the inn and fended off this hooded old woman that came up and pestered you from time to time.

One night you remember waiting outside the inn, for the arrival of your lover. When you notice that old woman again, Seungmin was about to shoo her off when an overgrown man hit him in the back and he dropped in pain. Then the old woman revealed her face, whom you expected to be old was actually a disguise. That face, you knew that face too well. By the time Yoongi had arrived he found you, your family lying lifeless only Seungmin was left who informed them what happened.

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Yoongi was driven by rage and despair again after centuries he tried it, he tried to slit his throat but no matter how deep the cut, it healed up. He couldn't bleed to death, get sick or die. He was stuck in life, in a life without you. He was irresponsible and he lost you again. What is he gonna do without you. How is he gonna live, he could try to find Jihyo but it's been useless, he never found her, even after all these decades of searching. It was futile to search for her if she didn't want to be found.

"Live on, be good" always echoed in his head

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Back to present day

Your eyes fluttered open, you were in a luxurious looking room, you saw Yoongi sitting at the far end of the bed reading an ancient looking book. You recognised the cover, it was yours, you had a habit of writing poetry in your second life, he still had it?

"You still have it I see" was what you said, and he looked at you with mixed feelings of love and concern bubbling inside of him "I still have everything you ever gave me" he replied. "I can see", you say eyeing the long box that you had been finding familiar. You look around and spot the hanging charm you had made for Yoongi for his birthday in your first life, you had given it to him the morning of the day you died. That hair pin you gave him on your 3 years anniversary in your second life.

"How do you feel?" He asked, slowly walking closer to you, but the previous look in his eyes shifted away.

"I feel like I was run by a bulldozer" you said, touching the bridge of your nose. You looked at him, his hair now pitch black, you liked the original blonde more though, you wish you could remember how running your hand through them felt like. You tried to reach out for his hair but he flinched, you felt stupid now. "Listen you're in this situation because of me, I'll do my best to break your curse or at least keep you safe in this life. Outside that you're not entitled to anything Y/n" his answer was cold, making you feel chilly to the bone. Why?

The Yoongi in your memories was so warm towards you then what's wrong with him now. You didn't notice when he left the room and Director Kim Namjoon had entered. "Do you need to call someone?” he asked. "Huh?" You were puzzled for a moment, you tried to gather back your thoughts and said "Yes, my friend Jimin, he would be worried sick. I need to go home" you said. "Why? You're safer here" he stated, which was true but you haven't really ever faced anything there. "I'm safe in my home too, I think I've overstayed my welcome" you said as you stood up, finding your shoes and wearing them, you put your hand out and said "My things?"you asked, and he signalled you towards the couch.

"Good night, Y/n" he said as you left the car. All this was too much information. What are you supposed to do? Maybe look through the internet or find some books? Gosh how did your life take this turn? If you didn't succeed this time your soul would disintegrate, would it hurt? Would you cease to exist?

You checked your phone to find 3 missed calls from your mom, 2 from dad and 5 from Jimin, and like a 15 texts from the same 3 and Jennie, gosh this guy is more worried than your parents. You texted him that you'd be home soon and looked beside you at Kim Namjoon's side view as he drove. The words rung in your head 'The Kims have been serving the Mins since the Min dynasty's beginning' so that means the Kim siblings are actually Yoongi's employees, and MYG, Min Yoongi. "Don't think too much" you heard Namjoon say, "He's just hurt, he's afraid to lose you and be the only one left behind, again" he said. And you realised why he was cold to you, he didn't want to get attached again. "The woman Park Jihyo, what is she?" You asked. "She and her family were something like satanists, there have been rumours for a long time that she sacrificed the heart of her father to gain immortality" he said. "Is that true?" You asked, remembering her face that was ected into your mind. "Well, she IS still alive" Namjoon said with a shrug. "Did you find out why the curse didn't break the last time?" You asked, only for Namjoon to shake his head "We never found that out, well Mr. Min said that your....ahem... Acts of love weren't enough but we have no clue what more is there to it. The only person who could have known her father was soon killed after you died, the first time."

"So you live with 2 men?" Namjoon asked curiously, strange. "Technically, I live with Jimin, and Jackson is his boyfriend who has his own place but stays at ours like a homeless brut. Jimin and I have been friends since we were children" you told him about your friendship. He smiled and said "It's good to have a dependable friend" With this he pulled in front of your building's gate.

You returned home to a worried Jimin and told him you were just drenched in work. You looked up the things you learnt on the internet. The 'Min dynasty', 'their rulers', you found out how King Min Yoongi had stepped down after the death of his lover and passed the throne to his cousin leading to the fall of the Mins eventually. 'Park Jihyo' nothing found. 'The castle' that is still supposed to be there but nobody can enter as it's in a privately protected area guarded by wild dogs. 'Curses', 'Act of love' 'Breaking curses'. You literally made notes, you tried to find out more about the later topics even though most of the information you found could only be considered for a grain of salt.

The next few days were usual, you went to the office and returned home. Yoongi was as cold as ever, he rarely even looked at you if it wasn't for any need, let alone talk to you. He didn't even find mistakes in your reports like before.

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"Where were you?" Jackson asked from the couch as you entered the apartment. "Where's Jimin?" You asked. "He left hours ago, something about someone needing help, his mom?" He said. Jimin's mom? You didn't remember her much for some reason, she was rarely around, she worked abroad was what you knew, he hardly spoke about her. 'Is she back in town?' you thought and were about to ask but your phone rang, you were sure to see Jimin but were shocked to see the name flashing.

'Jungkook'

Why would he call you at this hour, you nodded towards Jackson and walked towards your room, "Hello, Jungkook?" You spoke. "Hey, Y/n, are you home yet?" He asked. "Yeah I just came in, why?" You asked. "I needed you to process 2 emails, they were urgent so I thought I'd call you up" he said. "Send them over and I'll process them" you said, and he hung up the call. You were contemplating if you should wash up first or check your laptop, when you heard the doorbell go off. It's probably Jimin you thought, but why would he ring the bell?, "Jackson? Is it Jimin?" You walked to your door only to find Jackson on the ground, collapsed and the door wide open. "WHO IS IT?" you asked as you grabbed your phone, and slowly walked towards Jackson, you could see him breathing so he was probably just knocked out.

Suddenly, you felt a heavy hit at the back of your head. You slipped and fell forward, "Aww I'm so sorry Y/n-ie." You heard a familiar voice.

"Ju- Juh-Jung-Jungkook?" You asked, your felt darkness creep into your vision and mind. Is this how you die? Again?

"Sleep Y/nie, sleep~" was the last thing you heard.

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"What do you mean she didn't come in?!" Yoongi asked, banging his laptop shut.

"I called her emergency number which is her roommate, who said that she left home for office today, just like every other day" Jennie said. "Get the security to check the building and send Taehyung to check the route she takes from home" Namjoon said as he glanced at your table through the glass in Yoongi's cabin.

"Where is Jungkook?" He asked. "He is on leave, he went back to his hometown" Jennie said and He nodded in rememberance. Soon Taehyung came rushing in and was given his information, he was about to rush out when he asked "What is her roommate's name?" He asked.

"Park Jimin" she said, and the eyes of the three men went wide, as they looked at each other. That was when the bells in her mind rang. "Could he be?" She asked. "It's a possibility" Taehyung said. They rushed to their parts and Yoongi kept calling you and Namjoon tried to catch a connection to your cell phone through that. It was impossible until you or someone at least picked the call up.

Taehyung reached your apartment address and he rang the bell, It had been fifteen minutes and he had rang the bell 7 times and there wasn't any response so he tried the next best thing, he twisted the door knob to find it open, he was shocked, he rushed in to find man lying right infront of the door. Taehyung checked his vitals and found him to be asleep, he swept the whole apartment but there was no sign of anyone else or even breaking and entering. He tried to shake the man awake but he couldn't, he was probably under a spell. "Damn", he cursed and called up Namjoon to let him know. "Nobody, just this dude lying and sleeping on the ground, seems to be under a spell", to which Namjoon said "It must be the Jackson guy", then Taehyung revealed the next part of the news "and I found Y/n's phone on her nightstand it was attached to the charger" he said.

"Shit! She's been missing since last night!" Namjoon summoned him back. "What do we do?" He looked at Yoongi beat up. "I think she took her" Yoongi said sitting down. "No! No! Oh God! I'm gonna lose her forever" he mourned, his eyes were glassy "I didn't even tell her that I loved her!". "Hyung! Take a hold of yourself, last time you felt this ache in your heart and a dread, do you feel it?" Namjoon asked. "No. How do you know this?" Yoongi asked. "I read Granpa Jongin's journals. Think, where she could take her. I think she's still alive, I am certain" he told the elder man.

"The castle!" Yoongi's eyes went wide "or the Park estate, I know it's still there in Ilsan" he said confused.

"We'll have to split up then, you take Taehyung and four men to the castle. I'll go with four more to the estate. I can't connect with my bug there it's fishy. I'll call Bang now" Namjoon said and Yoongi nodded. He hoped what Namjoon said was right. One of Bang's men was driving and Yoongi instructed the men to not look into the eyes of anybody they met in there directly. As they inched closer to the location, Yoongi could feel the heavy energy. Thank God for Bang's driver who covered the 6 hours drive in 3.

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Your eyes opened when your body came in contact with a rough and cold surface. Your head felt groggy and heavy. You felt pain on the back of your head, you tried to reach up but realised your hands were tied and you struggled and slowly opened your eyes. You saw two figures in front of you and tried to focus, your brain went blank when you realised who they were.

"J-J-J-Jimin? Ju-Jungkook? Why?" You said and coughed, your throat felt parched.

"For someone with such history, you do trust that easily" Jungkook said "And you're a stubborn one. How did you even manage to warm up to the prince after all those harsh words you took in at each of my sabotages" and all the incidents washed into your mind every time Yoongi scolded you for mistakes in various things, now you know how. But, Jimin? You looked at him, he was supposed to be your best friend.

"Do you remember my full name Y/n? PARK Jimin. Do you know my mother's name? PARK Jihyo" he said and your eyes went wide "Yeah my father was just a pawn, a commoner my mother married, but luck was in our favor look where you took birth. Giving me a chance to finally make my mother proud and make her acknowledge me! Something none of my past siblings could do!" He added

Tears stung your eyes, as you see a female figure walk in "Aigo, Jimina, pick her up from the cold ground. Is this how I taught you to treat your friends?" She asked, feigning surprise. She still looked the same as you had seen her in your last life. She held your face in between her fingers "You should have stayed away you maid. Look where all these brought you. You should have just let me make him realise and regret for rejecting me and humiliating me in cold blood" she said

"Are you crazy? Holding on to a rejection which is literally centuries old?" You asked. "Who are you to judge my reasons?!" She growled. "And yes Yoongi never humiliated you, it was all you for jumping at him." You said. You felt a sting on your face, and your head tilting in response. The cheek stung so bad, you wanted to pull the bitch's hair out but your hands were tied, literally. Your eyes sting with tears and at the corner of your eye you see a fleeting sense of guilt in Jimin's eyes, or maybe you imagined it.

Jihyo scoffed "You think Min Yoongi loves, YOU? No, he loves Y/n, his first and only love. He just sees a reflection of her in you. He doesn't love you. He feels responsible for you. He was the one who couldn't stop me after all, he's the one who couldn't save you, time and again" she said. "Now tell me little Y/n, do you know where the dagger is?".

You just shook your head, throat too parched to form words. And another sting, she planted another slap on your cheek, "Did you forget how I killed you in your last life? How I cut through your muscles and rendered your movement and slowly drained your life out? Tell me where the dagger is! I know he showed it to you in your past life. Think!" She glared at you and you saw her hazel eyes flash green, at this point you felt scared of what else she was capable of, but you have no idea what dagger she was talking about. Not like you would tell her even if you did. No matter what Yoongi told you or did to you, you would never betray him like that. You felt exhausted, you haven't had something to eat or drink and you also felt dizzy.

"Let her be! She's only human, she'll talk" Jihyo said and walked out, Jungkook and Jimin behind her as the latter shut the gate, taking one last glance at you. You shut your eyes.

You didn't know how long you were out, but your eyes fluttered open when you felt soft taps on your cheek. You were shocked to see Jimin who immediately shushed you by putting his finger on your lips. He brought a straw to your mouth and motioned you to drink. When he saw hesitation in your eyes, his heart clenched, but he told you "its water, just water, I promise". And you took a sip, it was like life came back to you.

"Jimin, why are you doing this?" You asked "I wont ask you to untie me or anything really. Just tell me why?" You asked.

"I want her to acknowledge me Y/n. Please tell me whatever you know about the dagger" he said caressing your cheek, you felt a strange comfort after his touch. "I am the most powerful creation of my mother and I want to make her proud. But, I would never let her hurt you. She promised me she won't kill you no matter what. Just tell us, or atleast tell me" he said.

"I. Don't. Know. Acknowledgment from your mother? By killing someone? By taking someone else's life? You do understand she wants to kill Yoongi for something he didn't even do centuries back!" You said trying to bring some sense unto him but it seemed like you were talking to a wall.

"Min Yoongi, will die. Whether you like it or not. I will prove my strength to mom and she'd love me. Even if you never speak to me after this. I am sorry Y/n, I am" he said and with that he left again. You tried to think what you could do, if you could move but to no avail, you were in this position since god knows when and where. Besides, Jungkook tied your legs too tight, they were numb.

[Warning: violence and mention of blood]

Suddenly you heard commotion, and Jungkook and Jihyo piled into the room followed by Jimin. Jihyo swiftly went behind you and grabbed you by your hair and pulled you up on your knees and pointed a dagger at your throat. "Looks like your king is here". Soon you saw the door burst open and a man flew in as Yoongi hit another with the hilt of his long sword.

"Unhand her now" Yoongi said, pointing his sword at Jihyo. "OH Yoongi, Yoongi, I don't think you're in a situation to bargain" Jihyo said. As she pressed a dagger to your throat, the coldness of the metal sending shivers down your spine. Memories of the past two times are fresh in your mind, "Do it" you said, "Just do it".

"What?" Even Jihyo was shocked. "I'm sick of you chasing me around through my lives like a rat. I don't care just let him go and do whatever the fuck you want" you said.

"SHUT UP!" Yoongi shouted. "I don't care what you think, you are getting out of here at whatever cost" he added. But, Jihyo pressed harder on your neck drawing a little blood. "NO" Yoongi shouted and tried to walk close but Jungkook stopped him.

"Fine then, lets have a deal" Jimin spoke out.

"What? You traitor?" Yoongi taunted him. "tsk. We'll let her go if you hand over the dagger and let our Jungkookie tie you up" Jimin said and you instantly shouted "No!" You said and tried to free yourself, but Jihyo tightens the hold of the dagger on your throat.

"Fine. Let her go" Yoongi said. "No! Yoongi!" You said. "Y/n, live. Live your life fully, for once" he said as he dropped his sword and kneeled down and pulled out that dagger the one with an ivory handle, that cursed and killed you in your first life. So this was the dagger that Jihyo has been asking you, even in your previous life. "Yoongi!" You shouted to knock some sense into him. "Dont worry, it's not like I can get hurt" he assured you with his gummy smile as he let Jungkook tie him. But something told you there was a catch. No way things would be this simple.

"Fool" Jihyo said and dropped you to the ground, thank god your hands were tied in front of you or you would have face planted. "You know Yoongi" Jihyo said picking up the dagger "This dagger, holds the key to your life and mine. The moment I tried to kill YOU and Y/n your ONE TRUE LOVE jumped in the middle of all that. This can kill you, I first thought of killing her and leaving you just like that, as fun as that would be it would be an eye sore, I'd rather kill you first then torment her for the rest of her life." She said with a glare

"Oh you're a petty bitch" you finally spat "And you are the pettiest there are. You think you'll win this? There's no winning here, you're just a loser bitch who can't take rejection and use daddy's powers as a rebound for the lack of a shitty personality and soul" everyone went silent, even Yoongi who has only ever seen you be sweet to everyone all your lives but everyone has a breaking point. Jihyo walked over to you and you felt a worse sting, "AHHH" you screamed.

"Mom!" even Jimin screamed. "DON'T TOUCH HER, do whatever you want but let her go" Yoongi said.

"You know Yoongi, there was once when I would have done anything to hear those words. But, now I am happy too, cause anything means this" she said and she took the dagger and stabbed Yoongi's shoulder. Yoongi's eyes went wide but his mouth remained shut. "Nooooo! Noooo! Yoongi! You're bleeding! Oh my god" you shouted. "Y/n! Shhhh! (Y/n) shhhhh. It's okay, close your eyes" he tries to calm you, even in this situation. A sinister laugh was heard from Jihyo as she pulled the knife out, causing more blood to spill. Your eyes stung with tears as more spill out. You tried to crawl to him but felt someone hold you. "Don't" Jimin said. "Let me go! You traitor! I trusted you with my life! I loved you! You were the closest one to me after my parents and THIS is what you do! Let me go!" You said and broke down. "Any last words?" Jihyo asked. "Let her live" he said looking at her and then looked at you and said "Live on and be good" he said and closed his eyes and a hand closed yours. And then you felt the ties of your hands and feet lose. You opened your eyes to see more blood on Yoongi and the dagger. She stabbed him in the stomach.

No sound escaped you only tears. "Y-y-yoongi! N-n-no!" You said and held his trembling hands. "Y/n, just this once, let me die for you. I won't have to see you die anymore. Live happily and grow old for once, for me. I love you (y/n), so so much. I'm sorry I kept pushing you away." Even Jimin and Jungkook who were now beside him were silent. They would lie to say they didn't feel bad but Jihyo would kill Jungkook if he didn't comply and Jimin thought this would finally make his mother happy. You pressed your lips to his both trembling and you kissed his cheek. How are you supposed to let go? You just found him, you sobbed holding his hand tighter. Yoongi didn't know how to calm you he just felt this sting and warmth in his belly. His eyes were droopy, he was barely conscious "It feels good to finally bleed, I would have never made it without you. I love you, my love" he said and his eyes closed.

"Aww. So sad. Dont cry (y/n) cause soon you'll join him" Jihyo said and you closed your eyes, you'll join him, it'll be over, finally. "No mom! You promised it will be over if Yoongi dies!" Jimin said. "It will be when so does she" Jihyo said laughing again. She took a step towards you but Jimin rushed in front of you and shielded you "You promised!" He said.

"Jimin move!" She warned, your eyes went wide at Jimin's actions, what does he want to prove by guarding you now?! You thought. "No mom" he shouted, even Jungkook was confused as to what he should do standing silently as the scene unfolds. "Then I'll kill you with her" she said and hauled the knife ar him but your body reacted and you caught it before it could touch him. "Y/n! Let that blade go, it can harm you" he said. "Let the dagger go" Jihyo said through gritted teeth and Jimin too tried to pull it and suddenly a piercing scream was heard and there stood Jungkook, your and Jimin's hand free of the dagger which is now in Jungkook's hand pierced into Jihyo. She screamed again as Jungkook left the hilt of the dagger. "WHAT DID YOU DO YOU RAT?!" she shouted but her voice came out broken , her hair was turning white and her skin started to wrinkle "I think the age and deeds are finally catching up to her" Jimin said "We have to hurry" he suddenly said. "What?" You and Jungkook asked at once "Yoongi, is still alive, the nearest hospital is 30 mins towards the next town, he'll make it, I'll hold off the blood flow" he said, as in walked Taehyung. "Y/n?!" Yoongi hyung!" He shouted.

"Tae! we don't have time we need to rush him to the hospital!" You said and Taehyung immediately as Jihyo's wales were now whimpers. "Please bury her in the estate" Jimin said and Jungkook picked Yoongi's body as the three of you walked off.

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When his eyes opened, the first thing he saw was you sleeping while holding his hands. He checked him self and his stomach and shoulder, what's going on? He thought and his movements shook you up. "YOONGI!" you stood up and hugged him. He felt at home right there.

"What's happening?" He asked "How long was I out?" He asked.

"It's been 3 days, you lost a lot of blood. You, we, broke the curse, you sacrificed yourself for me, that's the greatest act of love. Jimin said that the place where the curse took place was the place where it could be broken and that's why we failed in our previous life". "What do you mean Jimin said? Why would that traitor say that?" He asked. "My love there's a lot that happened but lets keep it for later" you said. He nodded and suddenly pulled you into him, holding you in place, taking your lips into his, as he sucked on it. He missed you god knows that, he wanted to do this the moment he laid his eyes on you but back then he thought he could stay away from you but keep an eye on you to keep you out of trouble. But, now, you were his and he was yours finally he thought, pulling you closer to him leaving no space. He would never let you go.

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[pbandjesse]

Im at an event right now. I am having a good time! It's a bit to loud though. And there is still hours to go. But I had a good day, just also a very long day. So much activity. And camp starts tomorrow. Crazy.

I slept okay last night. James put a suitcase under the air conditioner to make it actually blow over the bed frame and allow me to sleep much more comfortably.

Waking up was a little tough. But I was excited for the day. A little nervous but excited. Because today we were jumping in the harbor. I cleaned my face and put on sun screen. I wore my favorite bathing suit. I threw on my big button up shirt. I put glitter on my eyes.

James was so cute. And filled my water mug with ice and we pretty quickly got in the car to go. We left a little before 830. Not on purpose. But I am glad we did.

We were able to get absolutely amazing parking right by the pier. We had to loop the block a few times to get it but James handled it and got us a very good spot which a short walk.

We would stop to use the bathroom. And then we were on the other side of the check point. The security guard asked if we were "jumpers...swimmers" and we laughed because jumpers sounded so menacing. But we were there and excited.

We would check in and get our wristbands. And there was a lot of people! Not just the 150 but all the media and spectators and speakers. I knew the mayor would be speaking but there was other speakers too eventually.

We had to wait a bit. And it was a bit bright and sunny and hot. But it was just making me more excited. We would be in the second to last group. Which was fine with me.

We would get pictures and chat with people. James saw some people we knew. We got a picture with Mr Splash from the baseball stadium. And we even saw some former coworkers. Specifically Chelsea who was an educator at the musuem but now works for the water front partnership. Who was putting on this event. I was excited to see her and be excited about the swim together.

Me and James were media darlings today. We were interviewed multiple times. Before, during, and after the swim. And it was a lot of fun! I was feeling really cute in my bathing suit and Crocs. And James was handsome as always. And it was fun telling people why we wanted to be a part of this.

I was getting a little anxious waiting. So I focused on watching everyone. I really enjoyed hearing from Brandon Scott, the mayor. He's so young and it's just nice how much he cares. He's trying really hard and I appreciate that. We also had the comptroller. And the man who pushed the entire initiative. He brought his Emmy with him that they won last night for the documentary they made about the harbor. Super cool. I do not know if he jumped in the harbor with the Emmy. I hope he did.

We were the second to last group so we were dancing and enjoying the day. The media had a boat so they had lined it to take pictures and there was a lot of people on the pier waiting to see people jump. But they were basically all gone by the time it was our turn. For the best honestly, I didn't want so many people watching.

We got our life jackets and stood in line and chatted with the others in our group. We had to get a little safety talk with the life guards. And then it was the count down. Me and James held hands. And we jumped!

The water honestly felt amazing. It was a combination of being so over heated and the water just being a really nice temperature. It was briney for sure, a little salty. But it didn't smell and it didn't burn me away like it was acid. Ok would float around with my little life jacket. And swim towards James. Who would grab me and throw me around and spin me and we were being really silly.

Because we were almost the last group we got a couple extra minutes. And it was so lovely. I would swim to a more open area and just float on my back and enjoy the sky. It was weird for sure. Like I was seeing buildings and not just sky!! But it was so cool and I was really happy. I love being in the water. I love floating. It was great.

I would get interviewed while I was in the water. I got to talk about turbidity! I was surprised I could see my toes! I really excited to share some science with people.

I was also very aware of people taking my picture. I would find some of them online later. It was fun. I was happy. But soon it was time to get out.

We dried off and took some after swim pictures. Got some follow up questions from the media. And rinsed off at the showers. Said thank you to the security. And walked back to the car.

We would get home at 11. I got a little rattled in the car when my mug of water fell over. But we got parked and headed inside.

We quickly got showers. My hair felt a little strange but I washed it and it would actually be really soft. Excellent.

I would got dressed and went to sit downstairs. I would sit in front of the fan and brought Crabcake out to wander around the studio. Sweetp was there and was being chill. He would sniff Crabcake and didn't seem thrilled by what he found but he wasn't trying to hurt him. I kept reminding him to be kind.

James would make me an omelette and they would have a little sandwich. It was nice. We were just having a good day together. I'm so excited to have Sundays with them again.

Their schedule will be changing in July. And we will have Sundays off again together and I am super happy about that. Like we are going to be able to try so many places and go see things like we hadn't been able to before. I'm very excited.

We would lay on the couch for the last hour before we had to go out again. Had a little snack. Talked. Watched videos. It was nice.

I would fix my makeup and put on my white dress and we were soon off.

We stopped at five below but I had no luck looking for the disco ball I was trying to surprise Callie with. The hunt continues.

We got over to the museum and it was so nice to be in the AC. It was also really nice to see Gaby. It's been to long. We would chat for a bit but then we had to go find Jesse and Meril.

It was going to be a really good night. A weird night. An unknown. But a good night.

I would jump into helping Jesse outside. He was sweeping and I would take over from that for a bit. I would also go and get a trash grabber and picked up all the little pieces of trash I could find around the water. Doing this really made my forearms and wrists hurt. Like really bad. But I was happy to do it. No trash in the harbor!!!

I got to see a big turtle. A red earred slider. And I would have a really lovely conversation with one of the staff members who was setting up the tables. He's 62 be from Philly and showed me some of the events he's worked recently. Just a real sweetheart.

This event would be interesting. It is a white party. And I wore my white dress to match. And everyone has been so pretty. And nice. Even when I'm goofy. Like I was trying to be super professional during set up and I saw a truck pull up and I went to check in and remind them they can't set up until 3. And they go "you're really going to play that with us?" And I look at the time and it's 2:59. And I was like oh my God I'm so sorry. And they said I was very feisty and also pretty. And then one of them gave me a hug and we all laughed and they went to set up.

I would get a little upset and over stressed when we learned they weren't feeding us. No catering. There was food trucks but they didn't provide us vouchers or anything. And I had no money or my credit card. I forgot them at home. I was just very unsettled and unsure what I was going to do. I was so hungry by 5. But eventually I remembered my emergency $20 I keep in the back of my phone and I would take a break before the rain started.

I walked up the McDonald's after sitting at the desk with Meril and checking in about eating. She would go once I came back.

The walk was a little hard on me. Made my calves hurt s lot. But I was determined to get French fries and a little sandwich.

The girl at the register was confused by my order. And I lead with this is weird but I want a cheese burger but no patty. And she was like alright. But then gave me just a patty in a box. She got the manager when I said I think there was a miscommunication. And he understood right away and I got my little cheese sandwich with mustard and a pickle. Excellent.

I walked back and would chat with the hired security about where to send overflow parking. Because the lot was getting full pretty quick.

There would be some drama. A table fell over. It started raining really hard. The band didn't know when to go on. It was a whole thing.

But I tried my best to remain professional. I like this job a lot. It's straight forward most of the time. And tonight was only strange because it was different. It's not a regular event. But it's been fun.

And also I got a very good tip.

It's 1030 now and we are all hanging out. The bar will close soon. And my phone is dying so I'll run it to the charging dock in the gallery while we clean up. And I hope to be home by 1230.

And then tomorrow is the first day of camp. And Jess's birthday!! I have already gotten a lot of messages while camp loading was happening today but I am handling it best I can. I hope it's a fun day. I am determined to have a good time.

I hope you all have a good night. Sleep well. Be safe. And take care of your local water system!!

[sandwhich-lady]

The time has finally come. Over all four years of my high school career I made a running list of quotes from high school and I vowed to post it when I graduated. And well, the time has come. So without further ado I present

Things High Schoolers Have Said: A Saga

Freshman year:

*while talking to a teacher* "this just proves short people are a menace to society"

"If we were comparing to spices, you *points at teacher* would be a ghost pepper and you *points at friend* would be ketchup"

Someone walking by: "like oh, hell is real"

"No dont trust me"

"You need to eat food bitch"

*talking about people hating pineapple on pizza* "I hope you had a satisfactory life because Imma end it"

"The eyesore of a church the sky daddy punished me with"

"Frankly, I dont know if I've been alive for 200 days"

"Are you eating a fucking egg with pineapple"

"They're like oh highschool is preparing you for college and then you get to college and your professor shows up in a t-shirt and shorts and with a jug of sprite"

"I had a very strong urge to eat my math homework" -me

"Honestly at this rate, why dont you trust me?"

"Because I still have some hope yet"

*laughs* " wow I dont know how to crush that"

"...There are cursive numbers??"

Sophomore year:

"Dont do anything you wont regret"

"I dont have the energy to bounce, Amy"

"I'm gonna quit band so I can work on actually not killing myself"

"I have the mentality of a 12 year old who just discovered sex"

"YOU GOTTA FLOWWW"

"LET ME ABSORB THE POTATO"

"You are so white. You are *so* white oh my god the the double l in El Pollo Loco not pronounced like a hard l! It's a yo sound"

"Apparently the bugs are really horny today"

"Wait where are you going?"

"I've been traumatized enough"

*stares at smushed sandwhich like questioning the audacity*

*yelled* "You're a loser! Talk to me when you're over five feet tall!"

"Crying, shaking, throwing up. Violently shaking."

"Ah! My lightsaber is stuck" -my euro teacher

"I cant wear crocs, I'm a 6'3" white guy"

"Kangaroos are like standing rabbits"

*picking victims for a murder mystery game*

"Mr [teacher's]...wife"

"Leave her out of this!"

"Is joe biden your phone lock screen?"

*offended* "no its pitbull"

"I almost punched a freshman yesterday"

"How much would you sell your soul for?"

"Panera bread mac n cheese"

"What's the point of fanfiction if it doesnt have sex in it?"

"Nah hes 32, not years old, cause that would be pedophilia"

"You shower naked??"

"I really want to annihilate an uncut loaf of bread"

"However, I think the disco ball constitutes sexy time"

"Sometimes, we all have to get married, and polygamy can be a byproduct of that, for the good of all humanity"

"I'd rather be gay than [be around] drunk men"

"Do you think I could fuck the liberty bell?"

"If you wear those fucking shoes to prom, I will curb stomp you and leave you in the McDonalds parking lot"

"Sometimes you're a little mentally funky"

"My stomach hurts so bad right now. If I throw up, sorry 🤷‍♀️"

"People were trying to commit social interaction with me so I had to leave the classroom"

"I've been channeling all my insanity into [AP] chem all year and now that's its done... I'm just insane"

"I feel like I inhaled liquid crack"

"Why is there communism?!"- looks up in math class to see the communist symbol drawn on the board

Junior Year:

"Bro you'll never guess who I saw"

"Who?"

"Everyone we hate"

-on the first day of school

"Hold it STEADILY, like a BAGUETTE"

"I may be a little obsessed with soup"

*emerging from behind a pillar* "a little? a LITTLE???"

"You're gonna pass out, that's on you"

"I would kill for a baby leopard"

"Everyone in set crew knows my name because you guys keep on yelling it"

"Did you just tell me to piss in a bucket??"

"You're the adolf Hitler of ladders"

"No we're going to invade crustacean world, duh"

"What if hes not here today?"

"No he is, hes wearing his lighting McQueen crocs"

"You're a potato colored mashed potato"

*wrapped in a pumpkin blanket* "its spooky season !!"

"I'm bringing something from my culture...beans on toast"

"But it was funny, therefore I have no regrets"

"What are you testing?"

"Uhh, my will to live"

"What constitutes above average calves?"

"I hate gifts and I hate you! *trips* ...that was karma"

"I can bring sauces...I can bring a variety of sauce" (for waffles)

"Let me be your roomba" to the tune of 🎶let me be your woman🎵

"Life in the midwest used to be really lonely and isolated and like sad...seems to be the same today"

"I don't want to go to No Place for Hate because...I love hating"

"If the grades dont touch neither do you"

"Anything can be a tortellini if you try hard enough"

"Lauren, does this curve look stupid"

"Its almost kidnapping. We dont do that here"

"Would you tell us [the embarrassing nickname] if Landon rizzed you up?"

"No"

"You heartless bitch"

"My moms a marriot slut"

"I think I can gaslight her into giving me an A"

"Their buttholes would have been shaking!"

"Their buttholes WERE shaking"

"Nuh uh!"

"I feel like I should be eating more strawberries...I think god told me"

"So I have to buy it on amazon like a fucking capitalist"

"SUE ME FOR BEING WHITE" -after a heated discussion about bagels

"But like who in their right mind would name their child 'funny valentine'?"

"Wait why did you say 'happy eggs'?"

"No you are not doing a homestuck quote"

Creative writing teacher: "if you do a homestuck quote you will be penalized"

"Mine's an ant romcom"

"Get your baby out of my marmalade"

"I just had the most refreshing five minute nap"

"He bit half the worm and we were like ryan no"

"Anyway, as I was saying, you look like a penguin"

"Are you shitting my dick!"

*after taking a math quiz*

"I'm gonna throw away this pencil, its cursed"

"Got that D tingle"

"I hate it here"

"I'm either the smartest person alive or dumb as shit"

“I get chills when she sings that part”

"I get chills when you shut your mouth"

"[This theatre company] is going to have so many suitcases. Maybe next year we can do a play about planes"

"Thank you?"

"Its a compliment"

"Thank you!"

"Wheres the quicky changy... excuse my lango"

"And colleges want to see that you're suffering"

*playing a game where you pick a category and name things in that category as fast as you can* "Marvel characters. Magneto!"

"Uhh dementia"

"If my heels arent in here I'm wearing crocs"

*comparing id/drivers license photos*

"I look like I'm on drugs"

"I look like I sold you the drugs"

Student A: "Arent we just the best students?"

Teacher: "Uh huh"

Student A: "That didn't sound very sincere"

Student B: "That's because it wasnt"

Student A: "oh"

Senior year:

“I pip pip and I cheerio, it’s just what I do”

“Excuse me, I need to be a little bitch”

*to psych teacher* “I was just wondering, since you’re antisocial, how did back to school night go?”

“I’m not saying a narc and a twink is the same thing, I’m saying you look like a narc AND a twink”

“You know how to turn that on??”

“Yeah, there’s an on button!”

“Bro I went to the beach recently and like I’ve never felt water like that before”

*talking about the existence of chocolate cows*

*from across the room* “what did you just call me?!?”

“What the fuck is anthropology? Is that plants?”

*to phone* “call pickle”

“Oh fiddlesticks!”

“Oh shitdicks!”

“I caught a charizard! I’m gonna name it penis!”

“People keep calling me baby shark and I just want to *strangling motion*, I want to tell them I’m not baby shark, I’m mommy shark”

“Some of these presentations are not going to eat, and I’m gonna be mad because I love a good slideshow”

Friend: “Carissa, why is your laptop so big?”

Me: “what?!” *looks around for validation*

Other friend: “look, I didn’t wanna say anything…”

*someone absolutely headbanging to Last Christmas*

*psych teacher going on a tangent*

“What’s he yapping about?”

“The uzsh (usual)”

*while running past us* “I parked my car in fucking Timbuktu”

*a little later*

Me: “this isn’t Timbuktu, this is like Canada”

*about Winston from 1984* “Damn this bitch is weak…I could bench him”

“So not a fursona but a humansona”

“I feel like I wanna build a bomb”- said in a physics classroom hopped up on Celsius

“Ugh this is so greasy”

“Just how I like my women…I don’t know why I said that”

*about a pair of butterfly scissors* “Look! It’s a little butterfly! Flap flap bitch”

“Are you being racist against clowns?”

“I think I’m gonna go home and do a backflip”

“You’re a furry”

“And you’re a whore”

“I know :)”

“I don’t even like books but I like women”

“Who wouldn’t want this hunk of meat” - tiny Asian girl

*after saying something nice about him* “No but also Carson you suck and you’re awful and we all hate you”

*wins blooket* “I guess I am serving cunt today”

A: “If you were a worm, what’s the first thing you would do?”

B: “Uhh burrow in the dirt.”

A: “That’s such a basic answer”

B: “Well what would you do??”

A: “World domination.”

[some time later]

A: “If you were a cricket what would you do?”

B: “World domination”

A: *weird look* “uh…ok”

B: “What would you do???”

A: “I don’t know, chirp”

“She was like ‘can someone read the definition of male vocalist?’ We don’t even have a male vocalist! The entire cast is nuns!”

“I have this theory, from what I’ve observed. Guys act gayer, girls are gayer”

Psych teacher: “what are you gonna do in Australia? Engineering?”

Alumni: “I’m gonna do women”

“You know what sounds really good right now?”

“S’mores?”

“Jumping off a fucking cliff”

“I was gonna serve cunt today but I slept in. I’ll serve cunt tomorrow”

“I wish I was able to hibernate. I wish I was given the same grace bears wear given”

“What are you so happy about?”

“I have CHICKEN!!”

“I’m gonna bark at him”

“I am sorry to disappoint everyone, but I am a straight individual”

“Four plus four equals ate”

“Ooh what’s 64 divided by 2”

“…32?”

“Oh-“ *was trying to get eight*

“Oh my god, oh my god”

*concerned* “what??”

“My uterus.”

“This train is so hot [read: attractive]”

“That’s called a concussion sweetie”

*to psych teacher* “you have stds?”

“You think he has women??”

“Did I ask?”

“No but I answered”

“Knock knock”

“Who’s there”

“Banana- wait no”

“The chicken is suicidal, the chicken is depressed, and I am the chicken” - about why did the chicken cross the road

“If I wanna hear sonic injesting coke, then I’m going to hear sonic injesting coke godammit”

“This is my bad ear-“

“The fact that you have a bad ear is really concerning”

“Well you have two bad eyes so fuck you”

[rubydolly]

Haven’t done a trip to the Australian Reptile Park in a while so I decided it was time to do one today. I sure plenty of snakes 🐍 (my favourite animal) and even got to hold the resident Burmese Python Fluffy for I think the fourth time now? Also saw a croc get fed and some creepy spiders 🕷️

[let-me-luve-you]

Overlooked and Overworked (Part 2)

Tom Holland x Sister

Summary: Tom still feels terrible for how he treated you and he plans a day to make up for it.

Warnings: apologetic Tom, mostly fluf

Word Count: 1.1K

A/N: This is a long-awaited part two. I recommend reading part one before reading this one. This is short compared to the first part, but I hope you still enjoy it!

MASTERLIST BUY ME A COFFEE

PART ONE

Tom woke up around 10am and decided to get up to plan a day for just you and him. He wanted to make up for all the neglect. He quickly went home to change clothes before going back to his parent's house. Walking in, he saw his mum sitting at the table reading something in the daily paper. 

“Hey Mum!” Tom said as he walked to her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Nikki smiled at her oldest. “Can I ask you a question?”

“You just did.” She said with a smirk. Tom gave her a look that said now is not the time. Nikki gave a small laugh before saying, “Go ahead.”

“What do you think I should do for Y/N? I want to make it up to her for everything I’ve done.” Tom said with a small look of shame written across his face.

Nikki stared at her oldest for a second, not liking that her son was feeling terrible. But she also didn’t like how her daughter was treated, even though she had a small part in it. “Well I know she needs a couple of days to relax. She needs to catch up on sleep she missed.”

“I know that,” Tom said. “But I was thinking of taking her to get lunch somewhere and then having a movie day. I just don’t want her to think I’m trying not to do anything with her.”

“I think lunch is a great plan. Take her to her favorite restaurant. I know she loves sitting on the patio.” Nikki smiled at her son as his eyes lit up. “Talk to her when she is there. See what she wants to do. If there is anything she has wanted to do. If she just wants a calm day, ask her if she wants to spend the day and evening at your house watching movies.”

“That’s a great idea. Then we can have dinner too.” Tom smiled as the plan came together. Nikki smiled as her son got up to leave the room. 

“I would tell the twins not to be there. Just make it you and her. She deserves your undivided attention.” Nikki added before Tom could leave the kitchen. 

“Good plan. I’ll text them.” Tom smiled one last time at his mum as he walked to the stairs. He stopped at the bottom and pulled his phone out. He saw the time was now 1130am. He knew you needed sleep, but if he was offering to take you to your favorite restaurant, he knows you won’t be mad at him for waking you up. 

After shooting a quick text to all his brothers and friends to leave the house for the day, he walked up the stairs to your room. He knocked lightly and heard you say come in. He smiled as he opened the door. Glad he didn’t have to wake you. 

“Morning.” He sat down on your bed next to you as you played on your phone.

“Technically afternoon.” You rebuttal. Tom laughed as he looked at your smirking face.

“Get up. We got lunch plans.” Tom said as he stood up to head back out of your room. 

“Where?”

“It’s a surprise. You can dress however you want. We can also do whatever you want today.”

“I’ll be down in ten.” You stood up and stretched. Walking over to your dresser to get some clothes. 

Tom walked back downstairs as you got ready for the day. You were still really tired and didn’t feel like doing much, so you dressed in leggings and an oversized t-shirt. Sliding on your Crocs and grabbing your purse, you headed downstairs. Quickly throwing your hair in a messy bun, you smiled at Tom as you walked towards the front door. 

“I’m ready.” He quickly met up with you and you left the house. After driving for twenty minutes, you finally realized where he was taking you and smiled. 

“Oh my gosh. I have been craving their pot pie for weeks now.” You yelled as you pulled into the parking lot. Tom smiled at you before getting out of the car to lead the way. 

Once sat at a table in the corner of the patio, Tom finally said something, “So what do you want to do today?”

“Can we just chill? If you have something planned already, we can do whatever, but I’m still exhausted so I don’t feel up for much.”

“I thought you would feel that way so I planned a movie day. We can head back to mine after we eat. I have snacks and drinks. No one will be home so it’ll just be the two of us.”

You smiled as you realized you would finally get to hangout with your big brother. You can talk about whatever or just sit in silence. You wouldn’t have to worry about anything. 

“That sounds perfect. I have been wanting to see that new Sandra Bullock movie. Can we watch it? It’s the one with Channing Tatum.”

“Yeah. We can watch whatever you want.” Tom said with a nod.

After the waiter took your order, you and Tom had a great conversation. Tom kept repeatedly apologizing and you kept saying it was okay. As long as he learns from what happened, you were okay with everything. 

Finishing your meal didn’t take long. When you got to Tom’s you went straight to the kitchen to get snacks and drinks to put on his coffee table. Tom grabbed your favorite pillow and blanket and set it in the corner of the sectional that he knew was your designated spot when you were over. 

“My blanket and my pillow!” You said with a smile as you set everything down. Quickly taking off your shoes and socks, you curled up in the corner of the sectional and pulled the pillow and blanket with you. 

“Comfy?” Tom laughed before sitting next to you. You turned and smiled at him and nodded before looking back at the tv. “The Lost City? Is that what it’s called?” He asked. 

Once again, you nodded in his direction. Tom turned the movie on and turned the volume up. 

“Thank you for today.” You said softly while still looking at the tv. 

Tom turned to you, “I know you said it’s okay, but I’m sorry. I’ll never let you feel like that again. I will help you with whatever needs to be helped with. I will always make time for you when I’m home. You can come with me whenever you want. I don’t want you to have to thank me for hanging out with you. I love you.”

“I love you too Tommy.” You smiled at him before leaning your head on his shoulder. “You’re still my best friend.”

Kissing the top of your head, “And you’re still mine.”

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

Feeling pretty good today all in all. I'm managing a little longer each day off the oxygen to do simple tasks around the house. I still need it (unfortunately) but the hospital doctors told me I could be dependent on it for at least three months. Praying its far less time than that and I can shut it off by the end of this month.   I have a weird painful rash that burns and itches and it keeps coming back. I was told it was possibly connected to Covid but it seems more like eczema. I also woke up with my left leg hurting. The ankle and knee are tender. Maybe I slept wrong? The knee has almost given on me twice today and it doesn't help that my rescue kitty is the most clingy critter I've ever had. Constantly under my feet. I've had to walk extra carefully.   It's a little frustrating that at various points during my day I'll get a burst of energy and I want to just get out there and do something, anything, but five minutes later I'm blown up and huffing and puffing for air. Prayfully the little bursts of energy are a sign my body is healing.   I wanted to share a bunch of photos I took at the hospital on my phone but they were so blurry that it would be pointless. The room I was placed in at Community Regional Medical Center (Fresno) - 4th floor, room 453, Bed A - looked like a supply closet. The air conditioner didn't work so they had a portable unit attached to the window through a big foil tube. It sounded like a jet engine and didn't cool the room a bit. They also stacked chairs, spare IV posts, boxes full of idk what and other things in the room beside my bed (which also did not work properly to adjust height and angle). They kept the privacy curtain pulled around my bed 24 hours a day so that I couldn't see out into the corridor, just through the windows outside to a rear area of the hospital which was mostly weedy lots, an old road and two parking structures.   My stomach and arms are still black and blue and green from the barrage of daily injections (they were giving me a steroid for the pnumonia which raised my blood glucose levels dangerously - around 350 before a meal, which necessitated several insulin injections each day). They were also giving me injections to prevent blood clots and every morning between 3 a.m. and 5 a.m. they drew several vials of blood. I remember them telling me to get plenty of rest but how could I when they were waking me up every hour or so to take cups full of pills (explaining to me what each was but so fast I really had no idea) and injecting me?     Probably the most humiliating thing I faced was bathroom breaks. I couldn't reach the room's toilet because of being hooked up to oxygen and so whenever I had to go I had to go beside my bed and guess whose windows had no curtains? One afternoon they gave me a plastic urinal to pee in and it had a hole in the bottom which promptly deposited my full bladder all over the floor. I rang for the nurse and about 20 minutes later (yes, 20 minutes at least) a nurse finally arrived and helped me clean up. But at least a nurse arrived, unlike the night my heart monitor's leds accidentally detached and signaled the nurse's station that I was in cardiac distress. Nobody showed up. I just shut the alarm off myself and reattached my disconnected leds after about half an hour.   Despite talk of the hospital being "swamped" with COVID cases I saw no evidence of that. The emergency room wasn't nearly half full and the floors I was taken through were similarly not full. There didn't seem to be a staff shortage either.   The covid tents set up outside the hospital buildings themselves were mostly empty and the care and attention lacking. I had one doctor ask to listen to my lungs when I first arrived and after two breaths he pulls the stethoscope away and says, "Yeah that sounds junky." And I never saw him again. My care was taken over by nurse's after that. One of which had blue cotton candy colored hair, big diamond earrings in his ears and pink crocs on. Whenever he got a call he'd say, "Happy Halloween, this is Blane I have all your goodies! What do you need my lovelies?" And I sat there wondering what kind of unprofessional asylum had I been taken to?     I'm really beginning to understand how my sister died in that hospital in 2010. The nurse's didn't exactly rush to your room for any emergency alarms or calls from your bed to the nurse's station. My brother also died at that hospital in 2007. I would have preferred St. Agnes Hospital but I was hypoxic and so out of my right mind when being transported aboard the ambulance that when the EMT suggested CRMC I just nodded okay. I wouldn't recommend Fresno Community Regional Med Center to anybody unless its a dire emergency.

[tendousfingertape5]

3. Ain’t it fun?

Y/n got up from her bed and started finding clothes to wear. She decided to put on a baggy shirt with a pair of jeans and her combat boots. She did her hair and makeup kind of simple so she didn’t look over dressed. *ding* Her phone went off and she saw a message from Oikawa letting her know he was there. Then, as she was getting her stuff together he honked the horn. As Y/n walked out the door she was holding up her middle finger making Oikawa laugh.

“Hello there Y/n-Chan! You look decent.”

“Was that supposed to be a compliment Shittykawa? If so... it didn’t come off as one”

“Ugh. Whatever. Well, where would you like to go?”

“Oikawa... you didn’t have a plan for today?”

“Uhhhh... no?” Oikawa says with a sheepish smile. “I thought we could just ride around until we figured out what to do.”

“That’s fine with me.” The two began to drive around for the next few hours. Lots of jokes and bickering later Oikawa parks by the nearest cafe. He gets out of the car and beckons Y/n to follow him. He starts to reach out and grab Y/n’s hand.

“Oikawa, what the hell? People are gonna think we are dating dumbass”

“That’s the point Y/n-chan! Let’s just pretend for the day and see how people react.” Oikawa says with a smile that sent butterflies to Y/n’s stomach.

“Alright dumbass, I mean we need to bond so we don’t completely hate these dates we have to go on.”

“So mean Y/n-Chan... you need to stop being so mean to me and act like my girlfriend!”

“Oi! I can still bully you and act like your girlfriend at the same time Tooru” Y/n said sending a wink to Oikawa. His face was as red as a strawberry as he stared at Y/n with wide eyes and mouth agape. She started to giggle and leave the boy frozen behind her.

Y/n and Oikawa spent the next 3 hours running around acting like a couple and gaining some odd stares and some jealous ones. The two were just being dumb teens having a great time. Later on, Oikawa drove Y/n home and told her goodnight and that he had a great time. She returned the goodnight with a smile and ran up to her room. Y/n fell back on her bed with a smile plastered across her face.

Facts~

The other Sejoh Third years were confused to see Oikawa and Y/n actually getting along

Oikawa was not only flustered by the wink Y/n shot him but the fact that she called him by his first name... icing on the cake

Noya and Tanaka tried to ask out Y/n many times before so now they joke about it

Y/n felt those butterflies in her stomach multiple times that night but she never thought about it

The butterflies came back when Oikawa told her to call him Tooru

We finna get into the fun chapters ladies and gents 😎

Taglist- @terushimatonguepiercing @akaashikeijisthighs @mukusakisaka6 @yeonatingz @saturnki @micheleinumaki @red-riots-crocs @yespurplevoid

[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

Your Power Over Me: One - Beginning

Summary: this movie was not that great.....it had so much potential. But I’m going through some sort of weird JGL phase and I really like his character in this. Another cop but at least he’s not a bastard. His character has zero backstory besides loving and living in nola so I’m giving him a FAMILY BITCH. This’ll prolly take place right before the events of the movie. 

Pairing: Frank Shaver x OFC (Michelle Shaver)

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: mega fluffy so wooooo

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

Frank pulled up to the house and parked the car on the side of the street. It was late. Later then he said he would be. He definitely missed bedtime by now. Again. Third time this week. At least this time he’d remembered to shoot her a text. He sighed, pulling his hands over his face. He was so tired. He killed the engine but continued to sit there for a moment. 

What he saw tonight was indescribable. Unfathomable. That suspect…What he could do was beyond any normal human. Almost like he had….

Frank shook his head. No. If he thought about it too much it would make that next word a reality. Something that was plausible, tangible, something that wasn’t just on the movie screen or in the pages of a comic book. 

He got out of the car. 

The path that led up to the front porch was lined with purple flowers, freshly planted for the new, colder season. She had told him when she was working in the yard that day what they were. Something that started with an F — he couldn’t remember. His mind had probably been too distracted that day thinking about a case. He’d look it up later. The white paint of the porch was chipped, but the matching siding was pristine. Newly painted over after she finally convinced him that the periwinkle purple that the house was before was rather hideous. She wanted the front door untouched though, a bright turquoise blue. 

The house was dark and quiet when he came in. He kicked off his boots at the door, adding them to the pile of tiny sparkly slip-ons, pink Crocs, and flip-flops with the little elastic strap on the back to keep them on tiny feet better. The living room was speckled here and there by toys. She had probably given up on forcing the issue of cleaning when they were just going to get pulled out the next day anyway. He smiled. He hoped they had a good day — he wished he could’ve asked her about it. 

He stopped in Claudia’s room first. The bedroom had a pink haze, the little machine on her bedside table projecting hearts and unicorns on the ceiling to help her sleep. Claudia had moved into a big-girl bed just a few weeks ago. He thought she still looked so small in it. Wasn’t it just yesterday he could fit her entire body in one arm? Now she was old enough to sleep in a bed with no rails? The crib she had been using before was pushed into the corner of the room, waiting for the newest Shaver to arrive. 

God, he hoped it was another girl. He didn’t know if they could afford to buy all new clothes for a boy. 

Claudia was asleep in the center of the bed. Frank chuckled quietly to himself. Just like her mom. Pillow still at the head of the bed, curled in on her side with the blankets barely covering her legs. Her dark hair just like his in messy double french braids. He sat down quietly at the edge of the bed. He looked at her for a moment. 

When she was born, the umbilical cord was wrapped around her neck. She came into the world bright blue and not breathing. The first time he saw her he had been so scared. Scared for her life, scared of failing her. And for a long time after, even when the doctors got her breathing and free of the umbilical cord, he only looked at her with fear in his heart. A whole life — his responsibility. But now he only looked at her with love. A love so strong he was sure it would make the wind change directions. Everything he did, he did for her. His little Claudia. 

Then he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her warm cheek. God, she got so sweaty at night. 

“I love you, Cloudy,” he whispered, “Sweet dreams.” 

He left her with one final kiss and the door cracked open how he knew she liked it. From the dark hallway, he could see that their bedroom light was on. He sighed. She shouldn’t have waited up for him. But he also knew that he was powerless to stop her. 

Michelle was sitting up on her respectful side of the bed under the covers. Her bright, copper hair was thrown up into a bun at the top of her head. She held a book, about halfway finished, in her hands. An empty mug that once was filled with tea if Frank had to guess sat on her nightstand. She smiled at him when he gingerly opened the door, a soft, tired thing that made him feel even more exhausted than he did before. 

“Hey, baby,” he sighed as he shut the door behind himself. 

“Hi,” Michelle whispered back. She closed her book and set it down beside her empty mug. 

Frank let out a long breath. He might have been in his house for nearing on five minutes, but he didn’t feel like he was home until he saw her. Then the more he looked at her, the more he thought about the things he saw that night; and the more he thought about that the more tired he became. He felt surprising tears prick the backs of his eyes. And she seemed to notice them, those unwanted tears that hadn’t even fallen yet, her face buckling in concern. 

“Frankie?” 

She moved to get up but he held up a hand. He groaned as he pulled at his nose, rubbed at his eyes. Trying to force the tears back and keep his head on his shoulders. He pulled off his badge and gun first, setting them on top of the dresser by the door. Then he stripped himself down to his underwear, leaving his clothes where they lay. He’d pick them up tomorrow. He slid in beside her on top of the covers, laying his head on her chest and placing a hand on her swollen belly. Michelle instantly wrapped him up in her arms, one hand running through his short hair. 

“Rough night?” she asked quietly, giving the top of his head a quick kiss. 

“Yeah,” he sighed. 

“Wanna talk about it?” 

“Not yet.” He pulled her a little closer. “Just talk to me for a little while? At least until the baby cries.” 

Michelle chuckled. “She’s not a baby anymore, Frankie.” 

“She’ll always be my baby girl.” He moved down and pressed a kiss to her stomach. “At least until this one gets here.” 

They had never discussed having a second kid. Both of them were perfectly content with the one — especially for financial reasons. But then Michelle’s period never came, she took a test, and sure enough, she was pregnant again. About five months along now. They were happy, Claudia was ecstatic to be a big sister. But they also had to live with the reality that Frank was an underpaid detective, Michelle worked part-time as a florist, and they lived in only 700 square feet of house. Things were going to be tight until Michelle could go back to work full time and Frank finally got that raise he had been promised. They had made it through worse. They could make it through this. 

“I don’t know — I just have a feeling this one’s a boy.” 

Frank looked up at her with a smirk. “A feeling? A feeling where?” 

“In my…Motherly instinct.” She hit him gently when he laughed. “You cops follow your gut — we mom’s gotta follow our instinct. Millions of years of evolution was not for nothing.” 

“Okay, fine.” He chuckled a few more times before he moved so his head was back on her chest. “How was your day?” 

“It was good. Worked today. Donna says hi by the way. First arrangement of the day was an apology. The client specifically asked for Star of Bethlehem and Ivy. Donna and I are sure he cheated. Then I did an anniversary piece with Eucalyptus, Scabiosa — they’re a dark dark purple flower, I think you’d like them — Sweet Peas, Spirea — “ 

“The guy picked up the car and threw it at us,” Frank suddenly spoke, eyes lost somewhere between the present and the past. 

He was sure that Michelle heard him, but she still asked, “What?” 

“Suspect robbed a pawn shop — we had him cornered in an alley. Then he picked up an abandoned car and threw it at us.” 

“Was anyone hurt?” she asked. 

“No — well, just the suspect. Next minute he was rolling around on the ground screaming his head off. Medical said that nearly every muscle in his body had detached from the bone.” He felt her shudder beneath him. 

“That sounds awful,” she whispered, “Must be some kind of new drug or?” 

“Nobody knows,” he sighed, “Captain didn’t even wanna talk about it when we got back to the station. We’ve been getting…A lot of weird calls lately.” 

Michelle adjusted herself so that she and Frank were laying side by side. Curled on her side and nose to nose with the man she loved. “Just stay safe…That’s all I ask.” 

“You know I do, baby.” He reached out and cupped her cheek. “Anything to come back to you.” 

“You’ve got a power over me, Franklin Shaver.” She smiled, her light brown eyes crinkling at the edges, and he could feel his heart lift in his chest. A weight lifting off of him. “You gonna hold it over me?” 

This, right here, was warmth and light and home. As long as she was there waiting for him, with open arms and a smile, nothing could get him down. No case could be too dark, too dangerous, too bleak. She was his source of power, his energy, his everything. What more could he possibly need than his family? 

“For the rest of our lives, baby.” 

The door creaked open. Frank instantly shot up in bed, that gut feeling taking over him as he shielded Michelle with one arm. But then he saw little Claudia standing in the doorway. Messy braids hanging limp on her shoulders, favorite blanket cradled in her arms, and chubby cheeks red with sleep. Her eyes were barely cracked open as she walked into her parent’s bedroom. 

“Cloudy, baby, what’s wrong?” Michelle asked as Frank visibly relaxed beside her. 

The toddler walked further into the room, to Frank’s side of the bed. She shook her head. “Daddy.” 

“You just want Daddy?” 

Claudia nodded her head and Frank scooped her into his arms. God, she was sweaty. “All right, let’s go back to bed, okay?” 

He moved to get up from the bed but Claudia began to fuss. Whining and kicking at him with her little feet. Frank held her legs down. “Nah-ah. Use your words.” 

“Stay ‘ere with…Daddy.” 

Frank looked over to Michelle. She had her head cocked to one side and a smile on her face. “I think someone missed you today.” 

“I missed you too, baby-girl.” Frank kissed the top of her head and tucked her into bed between him and Michelle. “Let’s go to bed and you can snuggle me all night long.” 

Frank got under the covers and Michelle turned off the light. Claudia burrowed herself into his chest, her favorite blanket tucked between them. Frank looked at Michelle one last time in the darkness. She had let her hair down for the night. Copper tresses hanging well past her shoulders and fanned out across her pillow. 

He had been so tired before. So drained of all energy. But now, laying there with his little girl against his chest and the love of his life beside him, he could feel all that energy coming back. The power he needed to get up in the morning and face another day of crime, cruelty, and corruption in New Orleans.

[lovemesomesurveys]

The last time you were at a diner, what did you order?: I ordered 4 over-easy eggs, biscuits and gravy, hash browns, and coffee.

Do you usually buy souvenirs when you go to amusement parks?: Yeah, that’s a must for me.

When you last watched a movie, did you watch it alone or with someone?: I recently saw Black Widow with my mom, aunt, and brother. Are you happy with your weight?: No. 

What’s the dress code for your job? Do you like it?: --

Does your job allow piercings or tattoos?: --

How often do you wash your hair?: Three times a week.

Do you want to get married? If so, what color will your dress be?: No, I don’t.

Ever had a caricature done of yourself? How much was it, and were you satisfied with it?: Yeah. It was quite awhile ago so I don’t recall how much it cost, but yeah I liked it.

Do you like peanut butter and fluff sandwiches?: I’ve actually never had one but they sound good. 

Last color you painted your nails?: Black.

Last time you got a hair cut?: A little over a week ago.

When you want to buy coffee, where do you go?: Starbucks.

Did you try McDonald’s new smoothies? What do you think of them?: No, I’ve never had one of their smoothies.

What are some trends you dislike that everyone seems to love?: Crocs. Whyyyy?

Ever been to Gaia Online? Do you have an account?: I think so... the name rings a bell. 

Where can you usually be found on a Friday night?: At home like any other night.

What’s your relationship status? Are you happy with it?: Very much single and yes I’m fine with it. 

If you got married and then got divorced, would you want to re-marry? I don’t know.

If you could dye your hair any color right now with absolutely no restrictions, what color would you dye it?: I had been dyeing it red the past few years, but I’m currently well over a year overdue now and I’d just like to get it done. 

What shoes do you usually wear in the summer?: I only ever wear sneakers like my Adidas year round.

What’s your favorite amusement park?: Disneyland.

Do you like rollercoasters?: Only the Cars and Big Thunder Mountain Railroad rollercoasters at Disneyland. Just the right amount of speed and adrenaline rush for me that I can handle, nothing too crazy. They’re so fun.

How old are your siblings?: My younger brother is 22 and my older brother is 37.

Would you ever enlist in the army?: I couldn’t even if I wanted to because of my physical disability.

Are you afraid of public restrooms?: I’m not afraid of them, but I do avoid using them unless I really need to. Especially during these times of COVID.

What perfume do you wear?: I don’t have a perfume, but I do have a beach-y body spray I’ve been wearing.

How often do you use lotion?: I rarely do, but I really should start applying it regularly.

Do you play video games? If so, what kind?: Sometimes. I like Mario Bro games, I was obsessed with Animal Crossing: New Horizons last year, The Sims, the Life is Strange series...

How old is your oldest and youngest friend?: --

Do you donate your old stuff to Goodwill? If so, what was the last thing you donated?: The last thing I donated was some clothes. <<<

Do you wear jeans? I honestly haven’t worn jeans at all for the past 3-4 years now, I just live in leggings. 

How many hours do you usually work a week?: --

How old were you in 1999?: I turned 10.

Last time you were at a job interview? How did it go?: I’ve never had a job interview.

What’s one place you’d NEVER want to work at?: I couldn’t do anything in the medical field. 

How many kids would you want?: Zero.

Do you wear lipstick? If so, what color?: No.

Do you use Tumblr? What do you normally post?: Nope, never heard of it.

Was your first Green Day album American Idiot?: Yes. I listened to their older stuff before that, but yeah that’s the first album of theirs I actually owned.

Do you do your own laundry?: No, my mom helps me with that.

Do you get paid weekly or bi-weekly?: --

Did you tease freshmen in high school?: No, I never did that.

What have you done so far today? It’s 5 in the morning I haven’t done a whole lot.

Are your nails painted any colors right now? No. It’s been a few years since I last painted my nails.

Do you think kittens are cute? Yeah.

Have you ever submitted a story to fmylife.com? No.

What color are the sheets on your bed? Mint green.

What’s your favorite room in the place you’re in? Mine.

Is there someone you wish to call your boyfriend/girlfriend right now? No.

How weight conscious are you? Very. It’s one of the main focal points right now and topic of discussion with like everyone. There’s always a comment of some kind regarding it. Doctors and family making sure I’m eating and reminding me, as if I need to be reminded at all, that I’m underweight and need to eat more. As if I’m not trying. As if it’s that simple. “Just eat more” blah blah. I don’t use the word “triggered” easily at all, but the topic of my weight is a big trigger for me. My Nana texted me recently and was like, “I saw some photos of you taken recently at your brother’s grad party and you’re so thin!! You need to seek medical treatment.” Ugh. I know everyone means well and I’m fortunate to have people that care, but it’s just really frustrating and something I’ve been struggling with and I’m just really tired of it.

Have you ever shot a gun? Once when I went to a shooting range with some friends years ago.

What’s your favorite eye color? Blue or green.

Rent a movie or go see one in theaters? I like going to the movies, especially when it’s to see something I’m really into and excited about like Marvel films or one that looks really good like a horror or psychological thriller. Streaming movies is nice, too, it just depends.

Is there anyone else with you right now? Not in this room, but in the house yeah. What’s the biggest personality trait turn off for a potential partner? Arrogance and cockiness are a couple.

Would you consider yourself a hopeless romantic? No.

What color is the shirt you’re wearing? I’m wearing a camoflage t-shirt dress. They’re so comfy to wear around the house.

How many times have your changed your clothes today? Once.

Have you ever been accused of cheating? No.

How about having an eating disorder? Yes. I think that’s what some think I’m dealing with right now.

Would you ever go on a birth control pill? I don’t have a reason to.

Do you know how to do your own laundry? I’ve always had help with that because it would be hard for me to do.

Is your bed made? Yeah, it always is because I sleep on top of the tucked in sheets and just use a throw blanket if I need something. It’s been warm enough that I haven’t needed a blanket, though.

Where’s your cell phone? Nearby on my bed.

Have you ever taken a train? No.

[lunnanunna]

Needs to Stop Pt. 1

Stray Kids Extra Member AU

Summary: Ollie’s stalker is back and makes herself known. Ollie needs it to stop.

A/N: This will be the first part of the conclusion to Ollie’s staler arc. I’m not entirely sure if I did a proper job of writing out the situation, but I hope it’s still good.  Also thanks to my friend Kim, for letting me borrow Cameron. 😉

Requests are open! Let me know what you think.

“So which Vans are you getting again?” Jisung asked as he browsed all of the sneakers on the wall. He had come to the mall with Ollie, seeing as she had been dying to come for weeks to get herself a new pair of sneakers.

“I want the Glitter Daisies Era Platform, but I want these. The rainbow,” Ollie said as she pointed at the pair a feet or two above her, with a smile.

“Glitter and rainbow. Of course,” Jisung rolled his eyes chuckling. Looking at the pair, he had to admit that they were cute. Very Ollie.

“What size would you like?” an employee that was nearby asked the pair. Ollie smiled and told the young man, and watched as he walked out back to find her size.

“They’re really cool, Noona,” Jisung said as he looked at a pair of Old Skool Pro, Brighton Zeunor design. He was pretty sure Ollie owned a pair of these.

“Why thank you, Sungie,” Ollie beamed, linking arms with him, bouncing slightly.

“Your collection keeps growing, though,” Jisung stated, shaking his head.

“Vans and Crocs are my favorite shoes. Obviously I’d want my collection to grow,” Ollie winked at him.

“Obviously,” Jisung rolled his eyes again.

“I’m back. Did you get the pair you wanted?” Jisung and Ollie turned and smiled at the girl who joined them. Cameron, the staff in charge of their SNS accounts. Ollie had planned the mall trip kind of last minute, and their manager had already made plans to drive Seungmin and Hyunjin somewhere, so Cameron was assigned to be with them. Their manager still dropped them off at the mall and told tell to let him know when they’d be ready. Ollie smiled, at the thought. loved Cameron.

“Yep,” Ollie nodded happily, and pointed to the pair to show her which she’d get.

“Shit. Those are pretty,” Cameron smiled as she picked up the pair to look at them, “So much glitter.”

“It’s Ollie. Glitter is a must,” Jisung said, taking the pair from Cameron and turning it over in his hand.

“I’m sorry that glitter makes me happy. And I like to be happy,” Ollie folded her arms over her chest and pouted.

“It’s fine, Hun. Ignore him,” Cameron smiled, slinging an arm around Ollie, who smiled up at the girl.

“Stop making me the bad guy,” Jisung whined, throwing his head back.

Ollie laughed as she watched Jisung and Cameron bicker a bit. She sat down on one of the benches smiling. As she waited for the employee to come back, a ding came from her phone. The brunette pulled her phone out from her pocket and saw a notification saying that an unknown number had AirDropped some pictures.

Curiously, Ollie looked up, seeing who might’ve sent them. She didn’t recognize the number, so she thought that someone must have sent them by accident. But looking around, the only people in the store were the three of them, the employee who had gone out back, and the person who had just walked out of the store. Strange.

“Here you go. Sorry for the wait.” Ollie jumped slightly as the employee came with a box in hand.

Ollie nodded, smiling, “Thanks.” She took the box from him, and held them in her lap. Another person walked into the store and the employee went to greet them.

As the box sat in her lap, Ollie’s eyes moved back to her phone, which dinged again. Another AirDrop. Ollie looked up again, but still no one out of the ordinary. She grabbed her phone and swiped to unlock it, then her thumb hesitated. Looking around one more time, Ollie opened the files.

Her breath caught in her throat as the pictures loaded one by one. Ollie stood up abruptly, looking around the store. The shoebox tumbled to the ground, forgotten.

“Noona?” Jisung asked worriedly, watching as Ollie frantically looked around. He did the same, but didn’t know what she was looking for.

“Ollie, what’s up?” Cameron asked, then turned to Jisung who shrugged.

Ollie had heard them, but they were muffled. She tried to answer them, but she couldn’t get her mouth to work. The words were trapped. Looking back at the pictures, she almost cried. It was too much. Every single picture was of her. Her and Jisung. Her and Cameron. Her picking her shoes then getting them. Someone was here taking pictures of her.

Another ding, and Ollie quickly opened the pictures and saw pictures of the three from earlier today walking through the mall, then at the food court. What the hell? They were being followed.

“Ollie!” Jisung grabbed onto her arm, turning her to him. Ollie stumbled, but looked at him. When she faced him, he took in a breath at the sight. Tears were falling down her face, and her breathing was picking up. “Noona?” he whispered.

Ollie’s eyes widened, then she looked at Jisung, though it didn’t look like she was focusing on him.

“Shit,” Cameron whispered. She had taken Ollie’s phone from her and was looking at something.

“What is it?” Jisung asked, as he pulled Ollie in for a hug to calm her. She didn't react, just silently cried into his chest.

Cameron held Ollie’s phone up to him, “These.”

Jisung’s heart picked up as he saw the pictures. He quickly looked around the store, just as Ollie had earlier. But nothing. He couldn’t find any red flags. He felt panic begin to set in.

At the sight of the two, Cameron quickly texted their manager. She then moved over to them and tried to calm them both down. “Okay guys. Come on, let’s get home. I just texted the manager and he’s gonna make his way here in a few. Turns out he was in the area,” she calmly stated.

Jisung nodded. While the panic was there, he had to ignore it and get Ollie out of here. She was being unresponsive, so he had to help her. Just as he was beginning to move them both towards the door, following after Cameron, Ollie spoke.

“It’s her,” Ollie mumbled. Jisung barely heard her, but he definitely heard the next part, “Jisung, it’s her. I know it’s her. I- I’m scared. She won’t stop.”

His heart shattered at Ollie’s broken whisper. “It’s okay, Noona. I’m not gonna let anything happen to you. I promise,” he assured her. He was surprised with how steady his voice was.

Ollie squeezed her eyes as Jisung’s hold on her tightened. At his words, more tears slipped out. She was tired of all this. She was tired of feeling scared and having to look over her shoulder at every possible moment. This needed to stop. She’d talk to Chan and their manager and demand that JYP do something about this.

Angrily wiping her tears, Ollie stood straight. She took a deep breath and gave Jisung a watery smile. She had to be strong. Ollie could see Jisung fighting the oncoming panic attack. If she was being honest, she would say that it was already there, and he was hiding it to be strong for her. She couldn’t do this to him.

“Let’s go,” Ollie said, voice cracking. She fixed her face mask and lowered her hat to hide her (Most likely) blotchy face.

The three walked by the employee who nodded quietly at them. It seemed that he noticed something happened and that they needed to leave.

“You gotta tell Hyung,” Jisung whispered as they made their way through the mall to the exit.

“I plan on it. This needs to stop,” Ollie said, voice void of emotion. She had to block them to be able to be a steady presence for the younger.

They walked out of the mall and found their manager parked out front. He wore a worried look as he looked at Ollie. “Are you okay?” Cameron handed him Ollie’s phone and his jaw dropped. “What the hell?”

“Come on. Let’s go. We need to talk to JYP,” Ollie walked past him and into the van. The other two followed her, and their manager got into the driver’s seat.

Ollie needed to put an end to this once and for all. This psycho was messing with not just her, but her boys too. And it needed to stop.

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