#WAIT I never posted my halloween look ahh. one minute ....

[tpup]

holy shit i might have to steal that leather+lace fit, i have some soft leather pants i adore which i can never seem to style in enough ways. also you're incredible

yesss leather and lace pair gorgeously! but also leather pants can be soo versatile... especially if you have a leather jacket & shoes that tie it all together, you can make a lot of different tops work. cropped turtleneck with a silver belly chain... a silk button-up or dress shirt or blouse with a collar that matches the pants... a fitted pinstripe vest... tshirt with the arms cut off & ample side boob showing... just a lacy bra or pasties under a jacket, etc etc.

& thank you so much!!! υ˶˃ ﻌ ˂˶υ

[jhoudiey]

You like to play God, don't you?

Wrote this fic a while back, #ChickenChallenge starts trending on magicam again, and Yoru ends up trying to distract herself with her friends. Ends up watching Jade as he builds a terrarium, and ends with dumb and dumber fluff. 1825 words.

hey you’re that chicken girl from NRC right?

Yoru stared at her phone. Idia had finally updated it so that she was able to use it freely, her hands no longer an issue on the touch screen. She normally didn’t pay attention to notifications, but had texted him earlier that night hoping to hang out, instead her magicam had exploded, messages popping in so quickly she could hardly keep track

show me ur feet

where else do you have feathers?

check it out, I’ve got weird feet too!

Whoa! Is that from a magic accident!? Crazy!!

omg ur disgustingggggg!!!!

you fucking freak!

ahahahaha no way your real. You’re like a chicken!!!!

can you send me a pic of your chicken feet? They’re so freaky I wanna show my friend!

you ever jerked a guy off with those? Do you want to?

She stared at the picture of the penis in her inbox with disgust, is this how normal people communicated? Why were all these people she didn’t know suddenly messaging her anyway? It was already past midnight, didn’t they have anything better to do? She exited her messages and found there had been a series of throwback posts from NRC Halloween, #ChickenChallenge was trending again. She sighed and closed the application, having lived through that once had been enough, she had no desire to repeat the experience online.

Idia still hadn’t texted her back, but her mood was soured. Focusing on her alchemy work wasn’t enough to distract her from the constant buzzing coming from her phone.

“Fuck this” she grumbled, throwing her phone onto her bed before launching herself out the window. She didn’t need to wait for a text back from Idia, she’d just show up, the same as always.

As luck would have it, however, Idia was busy. He wasn’t gaming as was usual for him at this time of night, but was in the middle of a video chat with Vita, making it much more awkward to sit in the corner of his room quietly. She didn’t want to know what they talked about when it was just the two of them. She wandered back out of the dorm, hesitating in the Hall of Mirrors. It was late, she should just go home...but… he might still be awake too.

She knocked on the door tucked down the halls of Octavinelle dorm, silently cursing herself for going down there in the first place.

“Come in”

Jade welcomed her into his and Floyd’s shared room, a small smile painted on his lips. He was in his pajamas, though clearly invested in building a terrarium, plants and stones laid out carefully on his desk in front of him. She spied Floyd, his pajama shirt discarded on the floor beside his bed, fast asleep curled around one of his pillows facing away from them. He’d likely turned away from the lamp light Jade had kept on as he worked.

“Ahh, I guess it is too late, I’ll go” Yoru mumbled looking between them, she’d never gotten along comfortably with Jade.

“You can stay. I don’t mind, Yoru-san,” He held his hand out to offer Floyd's desk chair to her “Would you care to join me? Clearly something is the matter or you wouldn’t have come by so late. I do know how much you loathe to be here.”

She hesitated.

If she stayed, she’d have to deal with his casual cruelty and observant eye, if she left she may have to deal with another dozen messages about how she was a disgusting bird freak who really should be embarrassed to look like that, not that she needed the reminder. She sighed and crawled onto the chair, her legs tucked in against her body, arms clutched around them as she watched Jade work. He was meticulous.

Like everything he did, every movement was measured, everything planned well in advance to come together just as he imagined it.

“Is this what you normally spend your weekends doing?” She asked, her eyes following his graceful hands as he arranged some moss.

“Hmm, it is something I am quite fond of, yes.”

“Why? Wouldn’t it be better to keep a garden or something? What’s the point of this?”

He laughed quietly.

“This is what humans call ‘a hobby’ I believe. The point is to enjoy it, Yoru-san.”

She rested her chin on her knees, her eyes drifting across his desk to the discarded pieces of clothing on the floor near Floyd's bed. She felt Jade watching her and turned her gaze back to him.

“But why do you enjoy it? What’s so good about building a tiny garden in a jar?”

“You mean what’s so entertaining about creating and controlling an entire ecosystem one can hold in their hands? I wonder…”

She snorted.

“Ahhh, so it’s just something else you can manipulate. Makes sense.” She grinned at him, his hands expertly arranging rocks along the bottom of the jar.

“How cruel, Yoru-san, to suggest my innocent hobby is anything but… I can’t deny the implications though.”

“Hah, so you admit it then. No wonder you like it...” She chuckled, her eyes wandering once again to Floyds sleeping form, his back slowly rising and falling with his breaths.

“Admit it? No, I simply enjoy when certain things go as planned” He smirked at her. He’d caught her wandering eyes twice now, though she was trying to hide it. She hadn’t come here to see him, after all. She faced him again, not wanting to meet his eyes instead focusing on his hands.

“Do you ever add bones?”

“Oya? What is it you’re trying to imply, Yoru-san?”

“...They’d be good for the soil. I can bring you some, if you need.”

“I suppose that would raise fewer questions than gathering them myself...Thank you.”

“Mmmm” She nodded with her head still on her knees, content to watch him in silence. He was building a whole planet before her, a God playing with nature to whatever suited his whim. A rock here, moss there… no wait… over there instead. It was fascinating and tedious at the same time. His hands weaved patterns from nothing, a garden blossoming from his fingertips. She felt her attention slipping and closed her eyes, the soft tinkling of his tools being drowned out by the slow tide of Floyd's slumbering breath. She tilted her head towards him, her own breathing slowing to match his like the sea lazily lapping at the shore.

“Why don’t you lie down with him, Yoru-san? I don’t mind” Jades voice cut through her dreamy haze, jolting her upright.

“What? No. Huh?” She stuttered, horrified that Jade had somehow known the comfort she felt in that moment. “I’ve gotta go, I must have fallen asleep. Bye Jade” She hurried to leave, bumping into Floyd's desk in her haste. The precariously stacked books toppled over and fell to the floor, making an awful racket in the near silent bedroom.

“Oh shit, sorry!’ She whispered in a panic, hoping she hadn’t woken Floyd. She scooped to pick the books up, her wings threatening to topple the chair she had been sitting in just moments ago. Jade laughed as he watched her struggle.

“Fufufu, Yoru-san. You seem quite flustered, did something I say upset you? Perhaps my suggestion to sleep with Floyd-”

“No!” She yammered quickly. Too quickly. “No, I’m just tired. I have to go!” She pushed the books back onto the desk haphazardly and turned to leave, hoping that Jade hadn’t caught sight of her face, red as it was sure to be. How could he have known what she was thinking?

“Hmmpppfff” Floyd whined, wrapping his arms around her waist, his face buried in feathers. “You’re too loud, Fugu-chan, be more quiet”

Jade smirked at the pair of them as Yoru struggled to free herself from his grasp. Floyd whined into her back, dragging her into his bed so he could go back to sleep.

“Yoru-san, it’s better if you don’t fight him, he can be quite insistent when he wants something” She knew he was right. To get free she’d have to peel him off of her, and with how tightly he held her it would be hard, Floyd really was too damn strong. She sighed and stopped resisting, feeling her feet leave the floor as he flipped her over him to settle her between his body and the wall.

He murmured wordlessly as he shifted around her wings, careful not to pull out any feathers accidentally. He settled between them, his head resting slightly above hers, his face nestled in her hair, body pressed tightly against hers. She was glad Jade couldn’t see her anymore, she could feel him watching them still, but with their faces turned away from him he wouldn’t be able to read her expression. She felt like her heart was going to beat out of her chest, she was sure Floyd must have felt it too, though if he did he made no mention of it. This wasn’t what she’d had in mind when she had come over, all she had wanted was to chat a bit, to forget about the people on magicam trying to ruin her night. She had to admit though… This was nice too. Ever since spring break they’d been more comfortable with each other physically, Floyd often clinging to her whenever he slept over, but so far that hadn’t left the confines of her bedroom. No one ever saw how often she clung back, she’d made sure to disengage from his grasp before he woke whenever she found herself too near him. It was much too embarrassing to be found like this, her face burning again knowing that Jade was probably enjoying himself immensely, proven right yet again.

The lamp clicked off, Jade finally retiring, Yoru felt herself finally relaxing. Her body jolted as tension left her, and she laid her arms across Floyd's, drawing lazy circles on the backs of his hands with her fingers. He sighed into her hair and pressed himself against her a little tighter at her touch, fast asleep once more. Yoru closed her eyes knowing it wasn’t safe to fall asleep where she lay, she had to get up and go home or she’d never hear the end of it. 5 more minutes then you have to go home she told herself, but it really was very comfortable, laying with Floyd like this.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

“Euuuggggghhhh Jaaaaade, turn your alarm offffff” Floyd complained loudly. He was close...too close. Yoru’s eyes snapped open with a start, she’d fallen asleep in his arms.

“Ahhh, I must have forgotten to turn it off. My apologies, you two fufufu”

“Mmmmm~ good morning, Fugu-chan” Floyd murmured as he tightened himself around her once more. She felt him smile as he nuzzled his face into the nape of her neck, her face blazed red once more.

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Rose Red’s All Hallows Eve: Ticket Please?

Summary- 4.2k Curtis Everett x You. Your boyfriend got you tickets to a charity Haunted House, and the special features include immersed scenes from the movie of your choice. Once you hear that the one and only Curtis Everett from Snowpiercer is a part of the choices, you just have to go. Prepare for a night of apocalyptic fun! 

Warnings- Blood/Gore, brutal killings, swears. 

A/N- Written for @jtargaryen18 Haunted House 2020. This is a 3 chapter story that will be posted within a few days of one another. Be sure to read the warnings for each chapter. The page dividers were made by @firefly-graphics​ , I highly suggest checking out her work, its really excellent and a bit of everything to choose from. The manor described in this story, Rose Red, is a piece of work from Stephen King, and I highly suggest watching the tv mini series, if you can find it. Perfect for this time of year. Special thanks to @what-is-your-plan-today​ for being my Beta in this project. Happy Reading and Haunting! 😈🎃

“What do you mean Bryce that you can’t come? You promised you would! When is New York State ever going to open Rose Red to be explored like this again Bryce?” You spoke into your cell phone while looking in the mirror, currently doing a french braid to keep your hair out of your face. Your expression reflected back at you was a mixture of fury and disbelief. You had only been talking about this charity for 6 months, and here was your boyfriend backing out after he’d promised to come with you numerous times.

“Something came up with Maya, okay? You know my sister can’t do anything without fucking it up. Besides it's just a house” 

“Bryce, don’t talk about your sister that way.” You sighed exasperatedly before your voice dropped slightly conveying your disappointment “And it's not just a house, it's just the most haunted manor and grounds in New York. They had it condemned supposedly just for that reason! You really can’t come?” 

“You know that shit isn't real. Sorry Baby, but why don’t you take one of your friends? How about that Karen chick?” 

You gave a sigh and roll of the eyes, Bryce never bothered to get to know any of your friends, not like you did with his friends. “You mean Stacey? Her name isn’t Karen.” 

“Well, she’s like a Karen.” He retorted with a condescending tone. 

“Whatever Bryce, I’m hanging up now.” you snapped out, he was being an ass especially considering this entire night had actually started out as a treat to him from you.  

“Hey, Hey, I was kidding. Take Stacey. You know I wouldn’t be any fun, I never liked Snowpiercer, remember?”

“That’s not the point Bryce…” you sighed again. 

“Look, go have fun with Stacey, and tomorrow morning I will pick you up, we can go for a drive down the coast, just the two of us. Maybe have a long weekend in Hampton. How does that sound? I will even take you to that hotel you like. That one right on the beach with the view we stayed at last summer. We had fun there, didn’t we Sweetness.” now his tone was a hint of teasing and promise, and although you were still mad that he ditched you again, you felt a warmth bloom in your chest that he was trying to make it right. 

You bit your lip remembering, it had been a fantastic vacation, and Bryce really showed you a good time without ever having to leave the room. At your silence he gave a chuckle of triumph. “That’s what I thought, I'm gonna call them right now. Have fun tonight baby.” 

“Okay, but you better be here bright and early Bryce. Love-” Before you could even say the words, he hung up, and you hit the end call button, trying to get over the feeling of disappointment before you called Stacey. You could already hear what she would say, but as your best friend, she would be there. She always was. Dialing her number, you pulled out the tickets from your purse, allowing yourself a smile. 

What could you say, you were a fangirl. Snowpiercer was such an intricate dark story, you had fallen in love with it the first time you watched it on Netflix. So when Bryce mentioned his grandfather was helping sponsor a haunted house charity at the town's resident creepy manor, and it was featuring several film sets. Including none other than Snowpiercer, you just had to have all the details. It even went as far as Bryce having his grandfather putting in a good word of how much of a fan you were to get you in. You scrimped and saved, Bryce as well helped you with paying for the tickets. You had really wanted to do this with him too. No, he didn’t share your love for the story, but he was your boyfriend and Halloween was your favorite holiday. It was something you two could have shared. 

Oh well, next year we will do what he wants to do, you thought to yourself waiting for Stacey to pick up her phone. 

A familiar voice answered, jerking you from your thoughts. “What’s up? I thought you would have already left for the charity function?” Stacey questioned. 

“Slight change of plans, something came up with Maya, and Bryce can’t make it.” 

“Big surprise.” the answer made you wince, cause this wasn’t the first time you called Stacey about Bryce. “You want some company? I can be ready by the time you get here?” 

“Please?” you already had your purse over your shoulder and were heading out the door as she answered. 

“Don’t worry girl, I got you. See you in a few.” 

The line to get into the grounds was long, cars piled up as the two of you pulled to a stop. Stacey leaned forward to look out the windshield, giving a soft whistle. “Damn, they pulled out all the stops for this charity, didn’t they? Isn’t that the Rose Red Manor?” 

“Yea, they were able to get it for the night from the Governor. Pretty crazy since this place has been condemned, they were supposed to demolish it back when Ellen Rimbauer’s grandson sold it to New York. You know the stories here, don’t you? Men die, Women disappear never to be seen again. The house somehow has random room built on out of nowhere. No one actually knows how many rooms Rose Red has, and the grounds are much larger then the records state.” You let your foot off the brake, easing forward. 

“Shut up, that’s not true.” Stacey gave a shudder and you laughed, winking in a teasing manner. “How does a house keep getting bigger? I say bullshit.” 

“It’s all just for spooks, the place is safe or else they wouldn’t let us on the grounds.” 

“If I die Y/N, I’m haunting you.” Stacey jibed back, pulling up to the concession stand, and you rolled down your window. 

“How many, and what set are you here to visit?” a tired voice sounded at you while you pulled the tickets out of your purse and handed them out the window. 

“2, for the Snowpiercer, Curtis Everett set.” 

The redhead took your tickets, her green eyes flickering to check them before she gave a slight smirk of perfectly painted ruby lips. She leaned forward, to look into the car. “Curtis Everett you say? A personal favorite of mine, the set reminds me a bit of home.” Your eyes flickered to her name tag, reading Natasha Romanoff, it sounded Russian, where it is assumed the train derailed at the end of the film. “Curtis is a bit intimidating, but don’t get scared, it's all a part of the show.” She stamped your tickets and collected bracelets, handing them back to you which you and Stacey both snapped onto your wrists. “Enjoy, and make sure you have those tickets on you. The Wilford on set will be looking to collect them. Bozhe, pomiluy tebya.” God have mercy on you.

Your brows came together in confusion at the foreign launguage and gave a nod. “Thanks?” 

The woman smiled and snapped her window shut, ending the conversation. Pulling the car away to continue to park, Stacy wrinkled her nose. “What was that about?” 

“You got me. I don’t even know what language that was, I’m guessing Russian?” You watch and follow the people directing you to park and are soon in your designated spot. “Whatever, you ready?” The uneasiness slipped away as you got excited, cause lets face it, Curtis Everett had been a crush for you since you saw the movie. And now you were going to see him, well the actor in the role, once again. From what you could tell this charity was an a-list kind of deal, cause after hours of scouring online, you found nothing talking about Chris Evans doing this function. Maybe Bryce was good for something, you thought as you got out of the car, and then chided yourself for being so cruel to your boyfriend. After all, if it wasn’t for him, you wouldn’t be seeing Curtis or the Snowpiercer set. While you two were walking, apparently the last ones in the queue, you pulled out your phone to send him a message.

Hey, Stacey, and I just got here. Miss you and Love you.

 It wasn’t even a few minutes till your phone pinged back 

Have a good time and don’t get too scared. 

Smiling to yourself at the glowing screen, you stuffed your phone back in your purse and proceeded towards the front where you showed your bracelets. 

“Ahh Snowpiercer, you actually go around back. Follow me.” Your host said as he led you around the side of the building, away from the last of the people disappearing inside. 

“We're not going into the house?” you couldn’t help but feel disappointed at the idea, it was supposedly one of the most famous haunted houses in New York State. The well-dressed host turned, looking at you for a moment before putting on a suave smile. 

“Since you are special guests, I’ll wait for you after your tour with Curtis Everett on Snowpiercer. Give you a proper tour of Rose Red. But I assure you, that you’re in for a better treat, this is a truly exclusive walk though as hardly anyone gets to explore this much of Rose Red. Did you know that Ellen Rimbauer also had a private train on the grounds? It’s not documented as extensively as the house is, but many strange occurrences have happened here as well. It’s rumored that a single match light can be seen running up and down the aisles. Workers will be glimpsed from the corner of your eye in the darkest shadows. The ones that have visited the train claim to feel extensive chills, and in the engine, ramblings and whispers of madness can be heard. Most assume it's the conductor, looking for his replacement.” Your host continued, while out of the darkness a massive ominous train loomed, vines all over it, and it almost had a skeletal appearance as windows were busted out of it, and it looked pitch black in all the openings. 

“The workers used the train to bring in materials from the harbor to the construction site. And in 1903, a riot happened on the train, the crew claimed that they weren’t being compensated for the conditions, and they demanded better wages. When W. Rimbauer refused them, they put a stop to the train for good. Resulting in many deaths.” Your host led you to the front car, in which a pale man stood with a lantern and a single red rose he was twirling in his fingers, and upon seeing the trio of you, he promptly slipped the delicate flower into his robe and smoothed down his outfit. Giving a wave, he stepped down and you noticed that oddly he was wearing what looked like a luxurious robe, his bald head shining in the glow of the lamp. The more you studied him, the more you thought he looked exactly like Ed Harris in his Wilford role. You were about to ask, when he interrupted you with his own question to the host. 

“Blackwood, this the Curtis couple? We were a bit worried you wouldn’t show up tonight. Which is a shame, as Curtis has been waiting for you.” He seemed to direct his answer solely at you, his pale blue eyes glinting gleefully at you, it was the only way you could describe it, but they still sent a shiver down your back. Ed Harris or not, he was a good Wilford, you thought to yourself as you tried not to let his act give you the creeps. Stacey pulled in closer to you, hooking her arm through yours and whispering. 

“You sure we should go on this train? It’s pretty fucking creepy back here. And where is everyone else?” 

Blackwood cleared his throat with a smile. “Now ladies, the Curtis scene was very exclusive. In fact, only you two were able to get tickets. Seeing how it’s away from the main house. But I’m going to leave you in the capable hands of Wilford here as I must return for the next group. I will be back soon to give you a house tour afterward. You ladies enjoy the fully immersed experience.” 

Your host left you with Wilford, who lifted his lamp to show a path that led down the side of the train. “It’s just a way down here, Curtis will meet you inside, and take you on the tour of Snowpiercer. Now, remember, he will not be breaking character as is per his instructions. We want this to be as authentic as possible.” 

You and Stacey follow along behind his seemingly smooth stride, both of you tripping up a bit although Wilford seemed to have no issues with the uneven ground. Both of you were panting a bit when he came to a stop, and held a hand up to a ladder, leading into the darkest opening you’ve ever seen. 

“There are no lights inside?” You drawled out and Stacey braced her hand against the train to catch her breath.

“How the hell are we supposed to see? And climb in with heels? No one told us that this was going to be an expedition just to see a movie set.” the woman snapped out, and Wilford turned that gaze from you to Stacey, giving a cold smile. 

“It will all come on once you're inside, everything is in its preordained place in Snowpiercer and we are allowing you to really see it all come to life. But before you two go on, can I have your tickets please? No one goes onto the snowpiercer without one.” His grin turned eerie in the shadows on the lantern he had brought with him, and you were quick to look away from it, 

Fuck he is weird. You shudder, while searching your bag and handing over both tickets. He immediately put them in his robe and held the lantern up so you could see a bit better to get inside. Grasping the ladder, you start to climb in, Stacey following right behind, holding onto the back of your shirt. One you stumbled in, and Stacey did too, you both turned to look back out, expecting Wilford to follow you in, but the door slammed shut, and a shudder went through the train, hard enough so you both yelped, falling into each other. 

“Y/N! What the fuck is this? We have to get out of here.” You could feel Stacey digging into your arms in a panic, and you stumbled back to where the door was, your hands slamming against freezing cold metal, your palms pounding on the vibrating metal. 

“Why is it vibrating? WHY IS THE TRAIN MOVING?” You started to yell, and Stacey moved up next to you, also slamming her palms against the metal walls. Blinding light made you both yelp and cover your eyes, stumbling to land in a heap when you pulled your arm away from your face, blinking to get your pupils to focus. It was an empty train cart, windows that appeared to be filled with bright natural light lined the walls, and at each end, metal doors that have yet to be opened. Stacey takes the first tentative moves to stand up, pulling herself to look out a window and her eyes widened in disbelief. 

“What is it?” You ask as you start to push yourself up to a stand, and she shakes her head as if to shake whatever she was seeing away, muttering over and over. 

“What the fuck?” 

You make your way over, and all you can see is snow. Snow and ice, speeding past like this train were actually able to run on a track. Buildings encased in snow, making way to nothing but white, everywhere. Even the windows had frost encasing around the edges, your breaths fogging the glass. 

“How? What?” you question, beyond confused and rubbing at your face to look again. How the hell could this be? You go to reach in your bag for your phone, and look down to see it is gone. And not just your phone, your bag. Scanning the train, there was no sign of it. Panic settled in a little more now that you didn't have a way to call for help should you need it.

Stacey pressed her fingers to the glass, her tone a bit shrill as if she was trying to convince herself it was make believe. “Gotta be like we're watching a screen right? Just supposed to look like the trains moving.” Although the train gave another shudder, swaying back and forth. 

You never got an answer, as one end the doors swung open and people wearing all black spilled into the train, all carrying axes, faces masked so you couldn’t see anything discernible about them. Except for flashing teeth among happy grins. Each one hefting their ax like it was a toy. Your confused addled brain screamed at you to pay attention. Danger. But you were in too much of a shock to really focus. 

Another whoosh and you spin around to see who was coming out the other side, Stacey whimpering in fear next to you, still staring at the first group. But your eyes raked over these men, dirty and worn looking. The one in front had a wide stance, his feet braced against the rocking of the train like he was familiar with it. A black trench coat swept around him, ragged sweaters piled over a broad chest and your gaze fell onto a familiar hard face, scanning his opponent, drawing himself into a more fighting stance. Curtis Everett. 

“Oh shit” it dawns on you what scene this was and you draw Stacey closer to you, and back against a wall. 

“What? Oh god, I don’t understand what is happening.” Stacey said in a panicked voice, and you shook her a bit. 

“I don’t know either, but stay out of everyone’s way, okay? Those axes are not fakes!” The weapons they held were clearly not props, the heavy blade handles slapped in palms, and gleamed in the winter sun streaming through the windows. A touch would easily slice into anything. And these two groups look ready to hack into each other.

“Shouldn’t they help us get out?” Stacey’s eyes rolled wildly, and you gulped, seeing the large trout get passed up, and just as you guessed, the ax easily sliced into the fish’s flesh, drizzling blood down to see  along the edge, dripping down the handle and to the floor. 

“I don't think so Stace…” You whipped back to look at the opposing group, feeling Curtis’s gaze seeking yours with a glimmer of hatred and confusion behind them. For half a second, then it was back on their enemies. You could see it, the taunting lunges each group made, and just when they both broke for each other, you screamed and yanked Stacey down onto the ground as they all collided. Attempting to avoid stomping feet and falling blades, you two tried to stick to the wall, screaming and covering your heads, blood splattering everywhere above you in hot sticky sprays that rained down on your two. 

Stacey wouldn’t stop screaming, her voice piercing above the noise of the fighting, bodies started to litter the floor, and you tried to make your way towards one of the exits, your hands and knees slipping in warm fluid. Over bodies you dragged yourself when Stacey’s screaming changed to one of pain and panic. Looking over your shoulder, she was getting dragged away by her ankles, her fingers trying to find a hold in the floor, nails raking through the blood to create long rakes through all the red. 

“Y/N! Y/N! Help!” she continued to scream, and you twisted to go back for her when she was whipped to her back and her arms came up in defense, trying to cover her face or neck. 

“No!” 

Whump! This is when you lost all your control and started to scramble back for her. There was so much screaming and you never realized it was coming from you. 

Whump! The ax planted in Stacey’s chest and she jerked upwards, trying to push the blade away, and the militants foot planted on her stomach, yanking her loose. You would still see her moving, still alive. You were closer. 

Whump! this one landed on her skull, blonde hair turning stringy red and his boot planted on her face this time, crushing in her forehead and nose as he yanked it out, once more red spray flew through the air. 

Several whacks fell on her, over and over, spraying you with each yank the axe gave off Stacey's body, the militant man grinning as her blood sprayed all over him, you, any nearby person. 

You were in shock, your hands to your mouth, as you saw Stacy's body collapse into broken pieces, blood spurting out of her mouth and she went limp right in front of you. His gaze fell to you and his wide bloody grin looked like he just won the prize, his axe lifting when he was suddenly thrown back and slaughtered himself. You didn't pay attention to who took him out, only catching sight of a whipping coat snapping in the person's actions, you turned towards your best friend's body, convinced she might still be alive. This was all just for fun, pretend after all, right? Snowpiercer and the Revolution did not exist. 

“Sss-Stacey?” you crawled over to her, your hands cupping her broken face and leaning over her still warm form, doing your best to hold what remained of her face together, as if you could just piece it back together like a puzzle. You kept shaking her, although she had several gaping holes in her body. 

“Come on Stacey, we got to move.” you sobbed over her, unaware once more of what was going on. 

You didn’t notice the fighting stop or the survivors rush to look out the windows in a panic, but you did feel a hand yank the back of your shirt to slam you into the wall and keep you pinned in place. Even as you struggled to get back to Stacey’s body, lying lifeless. You didn’t notice any of these things till a growl snarled in your ear. “Girl, stop it! What’s wrong with you?” A vicious shake thudded your head against the wall, and the crack against the back of your skull made your eyes roll back in pain. The world tipped upside down, Curtis’s scowling cut face tipped around, and you went under, the blackness welcomed from the hell you just experienced. 

“Hey Curtis, she’s awake.” was the first thing you heard, your head pounding and when you started to pry your lids open, figures were blurry, moving around, flashes of light blinding you till they were blocked back out by bodies. You gave a moan and lifted your hand to your face when the larger one slapped it away, and the cold slick hand grasped your throat, dragging you forward. “Focus Bitch, we don’t have all day.” Your eyes snapped obediently to Curtis, fearful and wide-eyed as you took him in. 

In the movie, he was large, towering over others. Here, as he was staring you down, face contorted to semi-controlled rage, and leaning over you so you could feel his hot breath wash over his face, how the blood dried to crack along his cheek, and eyes that you swore were debating snapping your neck.

“I don’t understand what is going-” 

“Shut the fuck up, you’re not asking questions here. Wilford sent you?” 

“Wilford? Yes, yes.” You stutter, his fingers squeeze further and you can feel the hot tears streaming down your face, landing on his filthy hands. “He put Stacey and I in here, m-m-my friend. She was…” Your eyes rolled to where her body was twisted strangely, smeared in gore from where she slid around, or someone tripped over her. All you knew is her eyes started up at nothing now. Her wounds were gaping and bled out. 

Curtis gave you a shake, his snarl brought you back to him. “She was what? What did Wilford send you two back here for?” 

“We were here for a charity! I was supposed to meet Chris Evans, You as Curtis Everett.” your voice started to rise in a panic, your hands grasping his wrist at your neck. “That’s it, why is the train moving? Why are you all using real axes, fuck I just want to get off.” You sobbed, the survivors looked at you with disgust, shaking their heads. 

“Once you’re on the Snowpiercer, there is no getting off.” Curtis leaned back a bit, looking you up and down as if inspecting you curiously. “You’re such a fragile little thing. Just like a baby bird, all brittle bones and helpless.”  

“No getting off? What are you even talking about?” your tears started to sting your eyes, the panic settling deep in your chest like your heart was about to explode.

Curtis ignored your question, his free hand tugging at your thin sweater and shaking his head. “Fucker didn’t even send you back here properly dressed.” 

You tried to struggle and Curtis slammed you back hard enough to make you stop.

“She’s fucking whacked out of her gourd. Gotta be a kronole head someone spouting that shit.” A young man said behind Curtis, and he got in your face, tapping your cheek smartly. “Girl snap out of it, that shite fucking rotted your brain.” 

“No Edgar, this is different, she's lying. Good at it, but lying.” Curtis made to stand, dragging you up with him. You stumble in his hold, falling against his body before he dragged you along, hissing in your ear. 

“I don’t know what Wilford was thinking Little Bird, sending you back to me with this innocent act of yours. But don’t worry I will make you sing.”

[amydancepants-peralta]

Of course, definitely willing to wait! I just had this idea and you're one of the best smut writers lol. I'm not sure if someone has done this already, correct me if I'm wrong. Prompt: -Dating stage- Amy goes away for a few days, leading to desperate phone sex.

(this is way later than intended, but ... sexy phone time ahead!) 😉 

(nsfw!)  (ao3 😇)

hooked on you 

“Ohh, mama … tell me more, babe.”

From his position lying in the bed he shares with the love of his life, Jake grins into the otherwise empty room, the hand holding a phone to his ear tightening it’s grip as the sound of Amy’s husky voice filters down the line.  It’s the same voice that never fails to turn him on - though when it comes to Amy, that really isn’t specific to her voice - and if she had been anywhere other than a hundred miles away for an overnight conference, there’s no doubt that he’d be reaching out to touch her impossibly soft body right now.  

But tonight, the woman he hopes to one day call his wife is in East Hampton, and today had been 

a long day that felt all the worse for not having her smiling at a desk across from his.  So when she’d sent him a text earlier this evening, hinting at the potential for phone sex, Jake had been quick to turn off the movie and head towards their bedroom, because a) it’s Amy, and b) happy hopeful future wife means happy hopeful future life.  

In the past five weeks since his exoneration, both he and Amy had fought hard to keep their bubble untouched by the outside world, favouring nights and weekends in bed over all else.  (Even if he’d only ended up in jail for eight weeks, the fear of fifteen years had been very real, and each prolonged snuggle felt like a step closer to making up for lost time.)  But when Amy had been invited to join other ambitious officers at a three-day conference, both of them knew that the opportunity was too good to pass up - except for the fact that now, they were both far too far away from each other, and itching to close the gap in any way they could.

Including a handy (and newly discovered) version of sexy talk, called Jake describes books he’s reading to a horny Amy.  

(It holds a 98% success rate.)

(Ninja Turtle comics, he was quick to discover, are not on the Acceptable Books list.)

“It’s called Good Omens, and it’s written by two different authors, Ames.  It’s a … collaboration.”

“Mmm.  You’ve been reading so much, Jake.”

Grinning, Jake nods with pride.  “Three Philip Roths and the whole D.C Parlov series, babe.”

“Mmm.”  There’s a rustle of something on the other side of the line, and as he closes his eyes Jake imagines his girlfriend settling in to her hotel bed, the academy shirt that she ‘borrowed’ from him over two years ago just barely covering her bottom half.  It was a tantalising image, even if unconfirmed, and he stretches his left hand down to nurse the erection that was beginning to build beneath his boxers.

“Now tell me about your day, hun.  You went to a seminar?”

“Oh god yes,” Amy sighs again, and the version of her in his mind tents her legs, one after the other, as her underwear slinks away.  “I met the leading specialist in dactyloscopy, and he called my notes from a case last year ..” she lets out another sigh, this one filled with satisfaction.  “Exemplary.”

“Does that make you feel good, Ames?”

Amy responds with a muffled moan into the receiver, and Jake feels his cock expand underneath his palm.  His throat starts to feel dry, the quickening of his heart never going away no matter how many times they’ve done this, and he licks his lips before asking - “Are you touching yourself, babe?”

“Mmm hmm.”

He pushes the edge of his boxers down, relishing in the sweet relief of pressure that comes with letting his erection spring free, and listens to his girlfriend sigh through the phone line as his fingers grip around the base.  “Tell me what you’re thinking about.”

The bedspread muffles Amy’s response for a second, and when she comes back her voice is so breathy, it hurts.  “You.”  Jake’s eyes flicker over to the top drawer of their dresser, where the ring he bought for her finger remains hidden inside a pair of old socks, and oh how he wishes he could just marry her tomorrow. 

“Did you miss me today, babe?”

“We talked about the - ” pausing for a moment, Amy takes a heavy swallow, and Jake’s grip around his dick tightens.  “The importance of observation.  And it made me think about that case you solved last week, just from reading over the victim’s diary.  I love your observant mind, Jake.  Love you.”  She lets out another sigh, one that Jake recognises as completely turned on Amy, and his wrist begins to slide up and down.  If she keeps going like this, there’s no way he’s going to last long.  “I miss you every day you’re not around.”

Eight weeks behind cold metal and too-far-apart visits nudge into the back of his mind.  “God, I wish you were here next to me.”

“Mmm.  Me too, babe.”

Pushing his head further into the pillow underneath, Jake’s teeth sink into his lower lip as memories of a naked Amy take over his senses.  “Ames?”

“Hmm?”

“What is your hand doing right now?”

Her smile, he knows, has turned into the slow and sexy upward curve of her lips that made him an absolute goner the very first time she unleashed it.  “What do you want it to be doing?”

Jake’s eyes squeeze tight, the rotating grip of his left hand around his cock increasing as he tries to vocalise everything he wishes he were doing.  “If I was there, Ames?  My hands would be all over your body.  Kissing every inch of those beautiful curves.  Leaving marks in places only you and I will ever know about.  Touching you.  Tasting you.  Diving into you, so deep I don’t ever want to come back.”

“Ahh!  Jake …”

“But I’m not there.  Even though I want to be, more than you know.”  He lets out a soft moan, imagining the hand wrapped around his cock is Amy’s as it speeds up.  “So I want you to touch yourself, the way I would.”

“Yesss.”

“Are you wet for me, babe?”

“Only for you.”

The obvious arousal in Amy’s voice makes Jake’s dick twitch, and he lets out another sigh.  “Wish you knew how hard I am for you right now.”

“Mmm.  Wish you were inside me, Jake.”

“I’m there with you, Ames.  Imagine it.  Your fingers are mine.”  Gasping softly into her phone, Amy mumbles a version of his name, and Jake has to let go of his cock before he comes all over the bedspread.  Ladies first.  “My tongue is on your clit, and my fingers are deep inside.  You feel so warm around me, so perfect.  So amazing.”

The soft hum of Amy’s vibrator cuts into the background, and Jake realises with a grin that she’d been using her headphones all along; ever the most-prepared.  Her moans gather momentum as the vibrations grow muffled, phone long abandoned on the mattress beside her; and in that moment there’s nothing that Jake wouldn’t give to be able to teleport himself right into her hotel room, just to watch his crazily sexy girlfriend fall apart the way he knows she’s about to.  

“Jake.”  Her voice is throaty, the shuddering breaths of a woman pushing closer to climax barreling down the phone line, and Jake’s grip around his cock returns.  “You feel so good, babe.  I want you here.”   

“Soon, Ames.”  With the steady pumping action of his hand, Jake’s not entirely sure how he’s still managing coherent speech, but the sound of Amy’s moans spur him on.  “Soon, you’ll be home, and then you and I are going to fuck each other so hard that neither of us will be able to think straight for a week.”  A familiar tightening of his abdomen begins to creep in, and Jake knows he’s not far away.  “But for now, I want you to think about my tongue on your skin. My fingers digging into your gorgeous butt.  My thumb on your clit, rubbing those circles that drive you mad.”

The sound of Amy’s responding orgasm is muffled - he’d bet good money that her teeth are sinking into a pillow right now - but just enough to make Jake’s wrist move faster, and by the grace of all that is good he manages to have the presence of mind to lean forwards; snatching a couple of tissues from the holder on Amy’s bedside table before letting it all go with a heavy moan of her name.  

It takes a solid minute or two of shattered breathing on either side of the line before Jake can even try to speak, the distorted galaxy of stars behind his eyes dissipating as the high from his climax slowly fades.  “My god, Ames.  How you can make me come that hard without even being in the room … you really are the sexiest woman I could ever know.”

Amy’s chuckle is soft, her gratification obvious in her tone as she replies, and he imagines her unfurling her naked limbs underneath the hotel room sheets.  “Just warming you up for our reunion in a day or two, boyfriend.”

“I’m counting down the hours, babe.”  

His smile grows soft as he turns to look at the calendar on their dresser, noticing that Halloween is only one week away as their discussion turns to their days tomorrow; both so comfortable within each other’s presence that post-orgasm conversation really can be about anything.  

He runs over the Heist Engagement plan in the back of his mind as she wishes him goodnight, the lingering satisfaction in her voice enough to give him another semi, wrapping his palm loosely around as he relives the moment over and over again.  

And later in the evening as Jake turns out the light, he sends out a note of gratitude for whatever lucky dice he managed to throw that led to someone as incredible as Amy Santiago falling in love with somebody like him.  

And if he’s even luckier, she’ll say yes on October 31st.  

[amwritesitall]

Sally McKenna Playlist

Masterlist

I listen to this playlist so much it’s just ahh. As of the time I’m writing this, this bad boy is almost exactly 3 and a half hours long

Occasional little blurbs under the songs that are... interesting

Playlist link

“R U Mine?” by Arctic Monkeys

I go crazy 'cause here isn't where I wanna be And satisfaction feels like a distant memory And I can't help myself, all I Wanna hear her say is "Are you mine?" Well, are you mine?

How could I not put some Arctic Monkeys for Sally. They scream Sally vibes.

“The Cult of Dionysus” by The Orion Experience

I'm feeling devious You're looking glamorous Let's get mischievous And polyamorous Wine and women and wonderful vices Welcome to the cult of Dionysus

At first this song might seem a little weird, but it is quite the banger once you get into it

“I Miss Having Sex But At Least I Don’t Want To Die” by Waterparks

I miss having sex but at least I don't wanna die anymore And I think that's pretty cool I miss seeing the red on your face when I made you blush, hey But I think it's fine, it's cool

This song is such a mood I can’t even. 

“summer depression” by girl in red

Pretty face with pretty bad dreams No one knows i cry in my sleep Waking up feeling like shit It's a normal thing to feel like this

I don't care I'm feeling down I wanna stay home Never go outside Summer depression comes every year I just want to disappear

Do you listen to girl in red because I sure do

“OK” by Wallows

I'm getting too close You say you love me most It's hard to trust it even though I want to Need to get this shit out of my head Before I flip this on myself instead

I’m in an unofficial girl band called Sugar Tits and this is one of the songs we’re going to cover. I feel like Sally would appreciate this.

“505″ by Arctic Monkeys

I'm going back to 505 If it's a seven hour flight or a forty-five minute drive In my imagination you're waiting, lying on your side With your hands between your thighs

Stop and wait a sec Oh, when you look at me like that, my darling What did you expect? I probably still adore you with your hands around my neck Or I did last time I checked

This song SCREAMS Sally and I stand by that

“Gold Dust Woman - 2004 Remaster” by Fleetwood Mac

Did she make you cry Make you break down Shatter your illusions of love And is it over now do you know how Pick up the pieces and go home.

I can’t not put a Fleetwood Mac song

“Dontmakemefallinlove” by Cuco

I don't think I'm meant to be with you I don't wanna make you sad All the time just feeling bad Girl, don't make me fall in love with you I don't think I'm right for you I'm just disappointing you

Angsty Sally not feeling good enough

“Prom Queen” by Beach Bunny

Teach me how to be okay I don't want to downplay my emotions They say beauty is pain You'll only be happy If you look a certain way

Sally vibes, man

“3 Nights” by Dominic Fike

Three nights at the motel Under streetlights In the city of palms Call me what you want, when you want, if you want And you can call me names if you call me up

Hotel Cortez love affair with our girl Sally

“Marlboro Nights” by Lonely God

I don't wanna go to school tomorrow I can't study Thinking about you And you know I always do I don't wanna go to sleep tonight when I can stay up Thinking about you And you know I always do

This is teen Sally and it is not up for debate

“Paper Thin Hotel” by Matt Maltese

I listened to your kisses at the door I never heard the world so clear before You ran your bath and you began to sing I felt so good I couldn't feel a thing I stood there with my ear against the wall I was not seized by jealousy at all In fact a burden lifted from my soul I learned that love was out of my control

A lot of these songs I have cried to and thinking about angsty Sally makes it even harder not to cry. Picture poor Sally being trapped in the Cortez and having to witness someone she love be with another person. How can you not be sad thinking about that?

“Lonely Eyes” by The Front Bottoms

You've got me stuck to where I'm sittin' Lookin' at your eyes And I know I'm so pathetic I wouldn't move to save my life And they tell me that you're lonely It's no surprise When you walk around all day wearing those Lonely, lonely, lonely eyes

Lonely bb

“me & ur ghost” by blackbear

I'm not alone It's just me and your ghost And this cripplin' depression I thought I learned my lesson But, I threw out my phone And I burned all your clothes And now I'm not alone It's just me and your ghost

You could take this literally or metaphorically. I’d argue that it works either way.

“Cigarettes On Patios” by BabyJake

I was smoking cigarettes on patios I was throwing money in the air Maybe I should pick that shit back up Bet my night on love Here we go again

This song is extremely repetitive, but the vibe fits.

“Sex n’ Drugs” by Abhi The Nomad

Born faceless Please save me My soul's tainted It's how I've been born I've worn patience Please save me I'm more tasteful than ever before

Sally’s theme song and overall lifestyle

“Foreplay” by Jalen Santoy

First they tell you that they love you Then they ask where you coming from Like you the only one feeling how you feeling Then you lie just to make it sound appealing

I love you The things that cross my mind while I'm by myself I hate you These things go through my mind while I'm by myself I fuck you These things run through my mind while I'm by myself Well fuck you It's always on my mind, think I need some help

Find me vibin’ to this. Sally dealing with fake ass bitches.

“hot girl bummer” by blackbear

Fuck you, and you, and you I hate your friends and they hate me too I'm through, I'm through, I'm through This that hot girl bummer anthem Turn it up and throw a tantrum

Hot girl summer Sally

“1 SIDED LOVE” by blackbear

You're too busy talking over me to hear what I'm saying You're too high to realize I see Through the smile that you're faking You're so into yourself Everyone else is overrated And everything's changing Is your heart worth breaking?

I could cry to this. Actually now that I think about it, I have cried to this and Sally would too.

“Easier” by 5 Seconds of Summer

Is it easier to stay? Is it easier to go? I don't wanna know, oh But I know that I'm never, ever gonna change And you know you don't want it any other way

An angry vibe

“Wrong” by Ally Hills

I can't keep on living with a delicate mind If I make a coffee, can we act like we're fine? When we were tangled in the sheets And waking up in our bed 'Cause now you strangle me in my sleep And I wake up with you in my head

Oh oh Oh oh I thought you loved me

A sad post break up vibe

“Space” by Ally Hills

You don't even care that my clothes aren't there. You needed the hanger space. You don't even mind 'cause you don't waste time Filling in all the blanks.

I wish you were sad for a day so you would know how it tastes to be lonely I wish you would stay in for a night to see what it's like fading slowly

Another sad post break up vibe

“Liability” by Lorde

Baby really hurt me Crying in the taxi He don't wanna know me Says he made the big mistake of dancing in my storm Says it was poison So I guess I'll go home Into the arms of the girl that I love The only love I haven't screwed up She's so hard to please But she's a forest fire

Ok, but try to listen to this song while sad and not cry??? I could cry to this even if I’m not sad. It just comes on and I’m like “yeah bitch I am a liability.”

“All Girls Are The Same” by Juice WRLD

Ten minutes, she tell me it would take ten minutes To break my heart, oh no she didn't Fuck livin', I'ma drown in my sorrow Fuck givin', I'ma take not borrow And I'm still sinnin', I'm still losin' my mind I know I been trippin', I'm still wasting my time All the time given, am I dyin? Am I livin'? It's fuck feelings, my sorrow go up to the ceilin'

Heartbroken gal

“The Louvre” by Lorde

I am your sweetheart psychopathic crush Drink up your movements, still I can't get enough I overthink your p-punctuation use Not my fault, just a thing that my mind do

A rush at the beginning I get caught up, just for a minute But lover, you're the one to blame, all that you're doing Can you hear the violence? Megaphone to my chest

CRASHING INTO LOVE WITH RECKLESS SALLY

“Writer In The Dark” by Lorde

Break the news, you're walking out To be a good man for someone else Sorry, I was never good like you Stood on my chest and kept me down Hated hearing my name on the lips of a crowd Did my best to exist just for you

Bet you rue the day you kissed a writer in the dark Bet you rue the day you kissed a writer in the dark Now she's gonna play and sing and lock you in her heart Bet you rue the day you kissed a writer in the dark

Angsty song writer Sally

“Sims” by Lauv

I wish that you and I lived in the Sims We could build a house and plant some flowers and have kids But we're both at some trashy Halloween party downtown And I'll probably never see you again I wish that we lived on a VHS I'd erase the things I said and that I'll probably say again Hit rewind on all the times I got lost in my head But I guess I'll never see you again I'll probably never see you again

Ok hang with me for a second here. Sally leaving the Cortez in her one night of freedom. She meets someone at a Halloween party and they hit it off, but she doesn’t think to get her contact information or anything, so she spends the next year thinking of seeing the mysterious girl again.

“Everybody Talks” by Neon Trees

It started with a whisper And that was when I kissed her And then she made my lips hurt I could hear the chit chat Take me to your love shack Mamas always gotta back track When everybody talks back

Sally can take me to her love shack anytime

“prom dress” by mxmtoon

I can't help the fact I like to be alone It might sound kinda sad, but that's just what I seem to know I tend to handle things usually by myself And I can't ever seem to try and ask for help

I'm sitting here, crying in my prom dress I'd be the prom queen if crying was a contest

The last line screams teenage Sally, but also Sally now too?

“i hope your whole life sux” by blackbear

The truth yeah, is I've been up for days on cocaine The truth is I've been up for days tryin' not to think about you I hope that I'm the reason that you can't sleep I hope that your whole life sucks without me The truth is I've been up for days thinkin' 'bout you

Unhealthy coping mechanisms from our favorite druggie

Please don’t do cocaine. Cocaine ruin yo brain.

“Teeth” by 5 Seconds of Summer

Some days, you're the only thing I know Only thing that's burning when the nights grow cold Can't look away, can't look away Beg you to stay, beg you to stay, yeah Sometimes, you're a stranger in my bed Don't know if you love me or you want me dead Push me away, push me away Then beg me to stay, beg me to stay

Spicy Sally

“Fuck Up” by Tana Mongeau

'Cause I'm a fuck up, and I'm so fucked up And all these voices in my head won't shut the fuck up 'Cause I'm a fuck up, and I'm so fucked up And it's 5 p.m. and I just woke the fuck up

This song is me, but also Sally. 

“hell is where i dreamt of u and woke up alone” by blackbear

I'm in need of moderation Nah, I need a fucking break 'Cause I just railed down enough lines tonight To spell your first and last name

And it's all because I dreamt of you And woke up alone What a wonderful tone To bring you back home

I don’t even do cocaine, but this shit strikes something within me

“Idfc” by blackbear

Tell me pretty lies Look me in the face Tell me that you love me Even if it's fake 'Cause I don't fucking care, at all

Just tell Sally you love her

“Weekend” by Club House

I know you always say that you're alright But then you want to talk on the low And if you wanna a break, baby we can Hit the rooftop all alone Let me make you smile, baby all night Fuck around maybe get stoned You know that we can do it every weekend But you just wanna talk on the low

Care free loving with Sally

“Supplier!” by Crisaunt

Baby girl All of this fighting got me tired All this love that you desire All this effort you require I cannot be your supplier

I’m pretty sure I put this on here for vibes

“Model Student” by Grady

Growing up, i got used to laughs Suddenly JanSport really had my back I came into the world an outcast I didn´t dress the same I didn´t act the same But the popular kids Peaked around 17 And the only peaking i did Was looking for a fuck to give

Sally doesn’t give a fuck

“Life Inside” by Verzache

My life inside Wish I could get out and go ride a bike Head in the wind, and know what it's like And wear my ones like we did all the time Please, don't remind me 'bout my life inside I waste on my phone, sleep most the time Wake up to texts from girls I used to like Try not to text back, the light hurts my eyes Smoke 'til I'm knocked out

Trapped in Hotel Cortez Sally

“Haunt You” by Social House

Better off this way but I want you, want you, want you Sometimes I just wanna fucking Call you, call you, call you Never thought something beautiful could Haunt you, haunt you, haunt you

Shout out to @make--your--life--spectacular​ for telling me about this song because it is really good and fits Sally’s vibes

“if i could i would feel nothing” by blackbear

Underneath it all the truth is that I Really feel like shit I'm so sick of being tired I'm so tired of being sick

Post breakup Sally

“Crash and Burn” by Marc E. Bassy

Girl, we got some dangerous minds Every time we bring them together Nothing can take us off this ride Maybe we'll crash and we'll burn together

Sally is a crash and burn together kind of gal

“STFU” by mansionz, Spark Master Tape

Shut the fuck up right now and let me breathe Shut the fuck up right now, let me do my thing Slow down, slow down, slow down Quit hitting my phone up, quit hitting my phone up Quit hitting my phone, slow down

Annoyed Sally vibes

“fuck, i’m lonely” by Lauv, Anne-Marie

Fuck, I'm lonely, I'm lonely, I'm lonely as Fuck, come hold me, come hold me, come hold me It's been me, myself, and why did you go, did you go? Oh, fuck, I'm lonely, I'm lonely, I'm lonely, lonely, 

I miss those nights when you would come over Spent all night just tryna get closer That was June and now it's October I don't want, don't wanna get over

Fuck, Sally’s lonely

“If You’re Too Shy (Let Me Know)” by The 1975

"Maybe I would like you better if you took off your clothes I'm not playing with you, baby I think that you should give it a go" She said, "Maybe I would like you better if you took off your clothes I wanna see, and stop thinking If you're too shy, then let me Too shy, then let me know"

Sally is the “she” you speak of

“Instead of My Room” by Charlie Burg

We are simpatico Don't wanna let you go I wanna get to know (I wanna go out and see the new Star Wars with you) Play me another song I want to sing along Give my a melody (I heard the Hunger Games wasn't as good as the book)

Teen vibes, but also parts of this are talking about music and music is definitely a love language for Sally

“pharmacy” by Isaac Dunbar

Mmm, hurt me I kind of developed a taste for it Mmm, hurt me I want the pain between my lips

Feed it to me softly From your purple and blue fingers Constricted to only you To whom I seem to linger See me climb too high You cut the vine you had to hinder me

Prescribe yourself to me You're the only remedy Have me begging on my knees You're my pharmacy

Sally is into this and you can’t tell me any differently

“Daze Inn - Acoustic” by Carlie Hanson

We spent last night trippin' at the Daze Inn Lost in time like we got on a spaceship Tell me all your dreams when you wake up Carry me from the pool to the bathtub

Daze Inn = Hotel Cortez

“Last Nite” by The Strokes

Last night, she said "Oh, baby, don't feel so down Oh, it turns me off When I feel left out" So I, I turned round Oh, baby, gonna be alright It was a great big lie 'Cause I left that night, yeah

V I B E S

“Lonely Times” by Hot Flash Heat Wave

Lemme tell ya a little story fresh out of my dormitory I didn't know where things were going City lights felt like drowning in the ocean Late nights lying in my bed with all these thoughts swimming through my head Lonely times drifting in my dreams, I feel alright when I'm drifting, I’m drifting

Sally reminiscing on her times before the Cortez

“blackboard.edu” by Arlie

Don't listen to me I just need a good night's sleepAnd you keep me up all night Can't talk right I'm fallin' in my clothes And even though I'm feeling like death I can't be upset 'Cause I finally know

If you can’t tell, I love teen AUs

“7PM” by Lilacs, Lizzy McAlpine

I'm losing my mind I'm reading the news for the hell of it I'm wondering if she's on your mind Losing track of time I'm learning to cook for the hell of it And I'm wondering if she's by your side Tonight

Trapped in the Cortez and can’t go out and be with anyone

“i’m so tired...” by Lauv, Troye Sivan

I'm so tired of love songs, tired of love songs Tired of love songs, tired of love Just wanna go home, wanna go home Wanna go home, whoa

Sick of them damn love songs

“So Alright, Cool, Whatever” by The Happy Fits

How could you ever really know? If you never look You don't know what you'll find I've got an effervescent glow If you'd show me all the dark parts of your mind.

I wanna be with you. I wanna be with you. I wanna be barely hangin' on. 

Sally falls HARD

“Kilby Girl” by The Backseat Lovers

I overheard that she was 19 with a fake ID and a nose ring Those kind of girls tend to know things better than I do And I'm dying to figure out what she's hiding She's playing it cool but she's lying, better than I do

TEEN SALLY

“New Girl” by FINNEAS

I wanna scratch your surface I wanna feel your groove I wanna be your needle I wanna lick your wound You wanna play with fire? Stick and poke tattoo? You wanna play, my new girl? I wanna play with you

The energy, the presence, the vibes

“Chicken Tenders” by Dominic Fike

We settled but it never felt right 'cause we can't keep still And we try to fight the way everything feels When we step out of line I met your gaze and it was love that we were makin' And she spoke a different language There was no need for translation And I ordered chicken fingers to my room, girl But we got some things to do first

This song is something that’s for sure

“no friends” by mazie

I don't have no fucking friends Don't have fun, I don't break hearts I don't have no fucking friends

If less is more then I'm doing the most I'm so bored, and I feel like a ghost I don't wanna smoke no more 'cause I'm broke And my window won't open God, my life is a joke

Sally is lonely and needs love

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You might like:  Poems that Remind Me of Sally McKenna or Cordelia Goode Playlist

[burnedbyshoto]

if you sent any asks (recommendations for things don’t count as I have to look around!) since october 17 until october 22 it is in here :)

anon said: The header for your askbox response post is *aesthetic*. I think it’s a really good idea to post one every few days if you have the time. ❤️

well, thANK YOUUUUU!!!!! I put in a whopping 10 minutes into it because I had no idea what I was doing! i’ll definitely be doing asks this way now though.

big dick kiri anon said: !!!!!! ILY HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY PLS HYDRATE 💙💙❤️❤️ -bigdickkiri

Omg love! Please don’t worry about kinktober just breathe! Take your time and try to relax 💙❤️- bigdickkiri

DAMN, that is a LOT. Please look after yourself and don't stress about it love!! - bigdickkiri

I'm very excited. BUT PLEASE LOOK AFTER YOURSELF, DO NOT FORCE ANY OF THIS OMG - bigdickkiri

AHH, AMAZING, TALENTED SWEETHEART, GORGEOUS LOVE, HAVE A INCREDIBLE DAY AND HYDRATE - bigdickkiri

I believe I did have a good day, and I am actually super bad at hydrating, buT ILL TRY TO GET BETTER!!!!

I am breathing!!!! JUSTTT BREATHEEEE!!! I am taking my time now and relaxing to the best of my ability :D thank you so much bdk I love you with all my soul

theres always a lot, but if im not doing a lot I dont do anything so on one hand.... it’s okay LMAO but I will continue to try and not stress :D

BDK I WOULD NEVER WANT TO MAKE YOU THINK IM FORCING THIS OUT OF MEEEE ILL TRY MY BEST TO MAKE YOU PROUD

GHSOGHJIAORGJRGIRAHG YOURE AMAZING, BEAUTIFUL, TERRIFIC, INCREDIBLE!!!!!!! YOU HYDRATE AND MAKE SURE YOU KNOW THAT I LOVE YOU

@bread-theduck​ said: We love you and support you ❤ dont push yourself, your mental health is so much more important that kinktober haha. Take all the time you need, we're right here and open if you wanna talk~

I don’t really try to push myself... it just happens subconsciously D: but thank you for the love and support!!!! my mental health is stronger than I give it credit though

anon said: listen! we all appreciate you and your writing dearly but! I think we can all agree that we want you to be okay mentally and physically before you make yourself write! kinktober can wait! you’re more important!! at the very least, pls take a break for tonight.

I honestly can’t even remember when i said I was tired, but thank you for your kind words regardless!!!! I am trying to get better at it because i don’t want to disappoint you guys D:

@saintbullet​ said: Please take care of yourself!!! DONT risk your health for writing. We care about you so much! Be careful 💕💕💕

I know I push myself a lot, and i’m really sorry for scaring you all!!!! I am trying though, and it just has a lot to do with my mental fatigue and that im judging some hard classes right now then it has to do with anything

anon said: hey it'll be alright! idk whats wrong but i promise everything will work out like its supposed to! you just take care of yourself and take as much time as you need to feel better!! we love u!! ♥️

It wAS MY PERIOD I REMEMBER NOW AHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! I LOVE YOU TOOOOOOOO WITH ALL THE LOVE MY HEART POSSES!!!!!!

anon said: periods can be a pain so pls take care of yourself!! drink lots of water and rest up!!!

my period is the worst, if she was a person i’d block her and avoid her irl!!!!!!!!

anon said: Lol ok so gay for Mina anon back and no, I was not the anon who requested it. But lmao, let me take this time to whole heartedly thank that anon for quenching my thirst anyways

oh whoops, sorry for thinking you were someone else D: iM GLAD TO SEE THAT YOU WERE HAPPY WITH IT!!! READER WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A BAD GUY BUT I COULDN’T FIGURE OUT HOW TO MAKE IT WORK LMAO

anon said: I am just planning on hanging out and reading all the lovely writing that comes from this

i’m pretty sure this is about my nsfw/sfw headcanons, and honestly im sooo very excited to start working on them!!!!!!!!

anon said: you have no idea how happy I got when I saw u posted for mina like UGH MY WIFE I LOVE HER SO MUCH 🥺🥺🥺 N GIVING US GAYS AMAZING CONTENT UR AMAZING MWAH MWAH KEEP BEING THE PERFECT ANGEL U ARE 🥺🥺💞💗💖💕💓💝

AHHHHH IM SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT MINA IS LIKE MY FAV CLASS 1-A GIRL SO I LOVE HER SO MUCHHHHHHHHHHH YOURE AMAZING AND I LOVE YOU AND YOURE AN ANGEL!!!!!!!

many a anons said: Sorry I didn’t see the part where you said not to request characters that were already on the list I thought that was the list of character we could vote for.

so sorry I accidentally sent a character in that has already been requested, Tumblr didn't show me the follow up posts ;;

nooo I didn’t see the list I’m so sorry 😭😭😭

LOL ITS OKAYYYY. y’all were hoes and kept sending me shouto who I couldn’t even think about deleting from my list... so... you are lucky >:(

anon said: hello! not a request here but take care of yourself anc stay hydrated bb 🥰🥰

I got my water right next to me rn bby :D

anon said: be todoroki’s girlfriend

bitch I am todorokis WIFE, why would I need to dress up???

@girl-with-a-mentality​ said: You can be todoroni for Halloween.

....you right...

anon said: Thirst post infoo ;3 I found a doujinshi of Bakugo being teased and toyed with sexually with by Ochako, Yaomomo, and our lovely momma Mina

...send it

anon said: GIRLLLLLL

ANONNNNNNNNNNNNN ;)

local dumbass anon said: local dumbass is here once again, i thiink you know who i am and might've found my ig buuuuuut..?

uh.... I don’t know???????? I only followed people on insta if you gave me your handle or followed me first.... also did you cut your bangs?

anon said: Your Monoma scenario was really good!If we’re being honest, though, Monoma would literally start foaming at the mouth if he saw anyone from 1-A making physical contact with his s/o, ESPECIALLY Bakugou. They would have to call animal control because there would be a rabid Monoma in the dorms lol

okay... while you’re not wrong, I just thought 18 year old monoma should have grown up just the tiniest bit! plus his obsession is controlled because of his insecurity so LMAO IDK I JUST THOUGHT MAYBE UGH

@awkward-theaterkid​ said: I was reading your Day 19 Fic but I couldnt take it seriously, the title "My Way" kept reminding me of the Backstreet Boys "I want it that way" and it keeps popping up while I read it 😂

as someone who only heard that song because of b99 I read this and immediately thought of b99 LMAOOOOO

🍒💥anon said: URGENT PSA: LYSSA IS ABSOLUTELY AMAZING AND I LOVE HER -🍒💥

Hello Queen Lyssa, I finally read "And They Were Roommates" and have absolutely no idea why I put it off so long! ITS A MASTERPIECE. Each chapter is addictive and the slow burn and angst destroyed me 😭 The smut in the final chapter is flawless and sooooooooooooooooooo H O T. Shoto wasnt even my favorite character but he might have to be now (or at least in my top 3) 😰 This is my new favorite series and I cant wait to re-read it!!!! YOURE AMAZING AND ILY. You own my soul now -🍒💥

URGENT PSA I LOVE YOU CHERRY EXPLOSION AND YOURE AMAZING :D

ATWR holds a special place in my heart uwu.... HAOGHIOSRGSIOGJSIHG THANK YOU!!!!! SHOUTO IS AN AMAZING CHARACTER WHO I LOVE WITH ALL MY HEARRTTTTTT

~ thank you to @didyoumeanme​, @kittenlordofdarkness​, @soafers​ for submitting memes and animal pics for my rommate, much appreciated :D ~

anon said: Did the local dumbass anon ever cut their bangs? Do you know?

....I dont know, but I just asked her rn >:)

this paragraph is dedicated to those surrounding to the meltdown mess that occurred yesterday. to each and every one of you who sent me kind words via my askbox or directly contacting me, thank you. I really want to move past this because I feel by holding on it will make me feel less inclined to write because of my guilt. of course, I do not expect you to forgive me, or trust me in my story of how it went down, because at the end of the day it was my mistake for trusting in someone to write with pure intentions when I didn’t know if she could. im trying to continue on with my best foot forward and im grateful for those of you who trusted in me. I swear I will never push myself again, and that I will instead take my time in order to publish my original work and only my original work and not take anything that comes from a “friend”. know that I love you all, and I dont know how to take it easy so my break lasted a whooping 10 hours, and my blog won’t discontinue until im done with bnha or...I get into medschool which is still 3 years away, I am taking care of myself, im staying hydrated, im trying not to put myself down anymore, I will keep going, & will forever continue to be more careful with what I post. also, no one was really coming for me, so don’t worry if you thought so lol. (to you 9 anons who expressed their kind thoughts to me, thank you. to big dick kiri anon thank you. to @bqkubabey​, @flayvus​, & @ultimate-shit-poster​ thank you so so much you really helped me not drown myself in my own guilt.)

anon said: i hope you’re feeling okay today :((

I am feeling a lot better. unfortuantely I did make myself really sick yesterday because ive never been as stressed in my life ever, but im okay now. there’s nothing I can do more for what happened so I will try to continue on as best as I can and I appreciate you caring... ilysm :)

@ikinabi​ said: Your writing??? Actually god sent 🥵👌 and the way you write Mirio gets me GOING

BAHAHAH NOOOOO ITS NOT PLAFUAOGHJIPRAHAR MY MIRIO PIECE YOU LIKED WAS MY FIRST PIECE ON HIM AND OOO BOY I DID NOT DO HIM JUSTICE

anon said: fuck buddy iida is a thought that has never crossed my mind but now that i’ve seen your post i am intrigued haha

well... it is up :) if you wanna check her out :)

anon said: You dont have to answer if you dont wanna but i just wanna see if your okay. I hope your end your doing well and not stressing.

i’m doing much better than I was yesterday!!! I just needed to rest and calm down and stop attacking myself. thank you for checking in!!! it means so much :,)

[authoressskr]

Amok

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Gabriel, Castiel, Jack Kline, Gadreel, Samandriel, Balthazar, Rowena, Jody Mills, Donna, Valkyrie, and Chuck as God  ::  Warnings: Language and not much else...  ::  Word Count: 4295

This was written for @sdavid09​ Tale Teller’s 2019 Halloween Challenge!!

Prompt: My chosen movie was Hocus Pocus! Let’s play spot all the references!

Note: Please do NOT repost, copy & paste, post or share my works on any other platform without my EXPRESS PERMISSION.

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You woke up on a damp, cold floor with your head throbbing.

A quick look around the dark room confirmed your suspicions of not knowing where you were.

Nothing looked familiar, but then nothing came to mind on what normal was supposed to be exactly.

“Ahh. She has awakened, I see,” A higher-pitched male voice comes from your left, stepping into the dim moonlight shining in through a dirty and cracked window.

“Who are you?” You ask, voice not shaking in the slightest, something in your mind reassuring you that you were never alone for long and that help would come.

“Don’t you remember? You came in and took out my whole nest...three weeks ago such a long time ago to you, little Winchester?”

“Winchester?” You repeat, furrowing your brow as that name sparks something in your head, something that makes the throbbing worse.

“That witch did a number on you didn’t she? She should have for what I paid her, after all. But to see it actually work - to have a Winchester at my mercy...it’s quite the power high,” He smiles down at you, revealing an emerging second set of teeth that had your eyes widening as you moved back towards the wall.

Something in your memory was shouting ‘HEAD’ on repeat as if that meant anything to you.

The monster creeps closer, chuckling before he gets within arms reach. That’s when you toss the chain you’d found shackled to your left wrist around his throat in a loop and jump on his back as you tighten the chain. Instinct is driving your actions and with your head throbbing, you don’t question it. At this point, it’s either him or you.

Only when his head is severed from his body does your brain reassure you it’s okay. You manage to clumsily pick the lock and stumble your way out of the little shack and into the misty moonlight, chain wrapped loosely in your hand should anything else with extra teeth and murder in its heart come for you.

“Winchester,” You repeat to the darkness, taking solace in the name to which you now claimed ownership.

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“She’s been gone for nearly two whole days, Sam! And no one’s seen her! Gabe just found her car...Jack found her cell behind the gas station!”

“I just spoke to the deputy she spoke with that afternoon. He said they had a drink at lunch while she wrapped up her case. Said she left early - got a call from someone named Jody. I just called Jody and she said that she did call, that she was supposed to come to see her and the girls in a day or two with us and Cas. I told her she was gone. She put out a BOLO in case her car broke down or something. But I’ll have to call her back and let her know she’ll have to cancel that since we have her car. I thought the angels could track her down?”

“They think whoever took her, took her jewelry. Which is what they’d added micro amounts of their grace to.”

“All her jewelry?”

“That’s what they’re saying...what was that Jack?”

“What’d he say?”

“Jack said they found her jewelry. Along with vamp blood and blue powder.”

“A witch and a vampire working together?”

“That’s the look of it right now, Sam.”

“Damn.”

“Yeah,” Dean gives a heavy sigh. “Look, just call Jody, tell her to amend the BOLO. I’m headed over to where the angels are right now.”

“Okay, Dean. Just-just let me know alright?”

“I will, Sammy. We’ll find her.”

“I know, Dean,” Dean gives a short nod even though Sam can’t see, worry clawing at his belly for his baby sister.

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You’re dragging the piece of chain loosely in your hand as you stumble into the run-down cemetery in the dawning light, passing a worn and headless statue tombstone of a Mr. William Butcherson.

A dry chuckle escapes your throat as you think of what you’d done and the weather-decimated stone...a thought passes through your blank-memoried mind. PRAY.

Huh. It seems like an odd thing to be religious when you’d just murdered a monster. Although he kidnapped you, so you suppose that helped tipped the scales in your favor. If anyone was keeping score, that is.

Taking a deep breath, you begin - stumbling over the words in your head a little before a loud and oddly familiar rumbling sound yanks you back to your circumstances as you press yourself closer to the stone and ground simultaneously.

Unsure of whom to trust just yet, you slip behind a taller tombstone cluster to your left to watch as a tall man with short brown hair and another man, nearly the same height with black hair and a trenchcoat exit from the long, sleek black Chevy Impala.

Wait - how did you know it was an Impala? Maybe you were related to gear heads? Maybe you were one?

“Y/N!!” The lighter colored hair man shouts in a deep voice, closing the car door firmly behind him. “You’re sure this is where you heard the prayer?”

You gasp as pain stabs your head, remembering this man shout your name in a dark cemetery, in a well-lit warehouse, and in a hotel hallway...of him covering your body with his protectively...but no name comes to your mind. But at least you know he’s safe. You know him - and you love him, you’re sure of it with the warmth spreading through your chest.

You ease carefully out from behind the tombstone, none too gracefully due to the painful throbbing in your head, raising the hand with the chain in acknowledgment as you come into his line of sight.

“Y/N!!” His voice is relieved this time when he shouts it, the tall man’s legs eating up the ground as he comes closer, wrapping you in his strong arms and squeezing tight. “I’m glad we found you, kid.” He pulls back, bright green eyes scanning over your face. “Y/N?”

“I don’t know if I’m alright,” Tears come unbidden to your eyes, making him frown. “I don’t know what my name is. I don’t know your name! My head hurts. I know I know you. I saw like, um, flashbacks or something in my head when I saw you get out of the car. I knew it was an Impala. I don’t know how I knew that...and I decapitated some guy with extra teeth with this chain. I don’t know how I knew to do that. I-I-I don’t-can’t remember anything!” You shove your face into his chest and sob, hearing an odd fluttering all around you before you feel a large hand on your shoulder.

“Shh. You’ll be okay, princess. Your big brothers got you,” The man confirms with conviction before he lays his cheek against the top of your head, your hand going lax and the chain slipping from your fingertips as you cling tightly to his shirt.

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Sam looks at his sister, curled up on the motel bed with no memory of who she is or who they are.

They’ve figured out it’s more than likely a witch and that she has the ability to remember, it’s just terribly painful and causes her nose to bleed quite a bit.

This wasn’t like Dean descending into nothingness or his stint in soullessness, this was different. Very different.

They’d taken everything from her.

She ran on instinct - luckily for them, it’s Winchester instinct - but she had nothing to go on.

No family memories, no favorite color, no nothing.

The angels were all hovering which wasn’t helping matters since she couldn’t recall any of them, plus she was tired, cold and was unsure of her surroundings. She remembered Dean through flashbacks but she just knew she could trust him, not that he was her big brother.

Gabriel and Balthazar seemed to be the ones distancing themselves the most, carefully watching over everything and volunteering first to go on the witch hunt. Jack had happily watched Scooby-Doo and then Hocus Pocus with her while they ate, sitting cross-legged on the floor with mouthfuls of Chinese food as she asked him questions. She hummed along with Bette Midler when she sang “I Put A Spell on You”, no one commenting on how she knew that.

To Dean it almost reminded him of when they were younger, her and Sam sitting on the floor in front of a tv while he helped research.

Jack seems to enjoy helping her, using the same tender care she had shown to him when explaining things or showing her things. She wants a shower after the movie ends, quietly asking what bag is hers before taking a pair of leggings and a black tank top in with her. She emerges a handful of minutes later, further worrying Sam and Dean. Dad used to make you shower last since you liked to take so long - whether advertently or inadvertently. A shaky yawn escapes from her lips before they watch from the corner of their eyes as she bundles up in Dean’s flannel he’d tossed on one of the beds before curling up on that bed with the blanket from the Impala she had refused to part with, wound around her.

The angels don’t come back until she’s sound asleep.

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When you wake up, there are a lot of men in the room. Whispering.

You’d learned their names yesterday evening but they were difficult ones, so you’d repeated them in your head until they stuck with the right face.

Balthazar is the average height one with short blonde hair and sharp blue eyes. He gives you smirks that don’t seem to have any humor behind them.

Gadreel is nearly as tall as Sam, with short-cropped dark hair and these soft green eyes that seem to hold a lot of pain. He’s broad-shouldered and very helpful, with a jawline that could probably cut glass.

Samandriel’s name is the easiest to remember since Dean had told you that Sam was your brother too. Short Sam and Big Sam. Samandriel was as young-looking as Jack but with very ancient eyes.

Gabriel has eyes of molten honey and he puts on a good face, but you seem to see through it for some reason. And although his mouth smiles, it doesn’t reach those golden orbs. He seems the most troubled of all of them, not a natural leader but they all seem to sort of follow his lead to an extent.

Castiel is the one in the trenchcoat from earlier, with the bluest sapphire eyes you’ve ever beheld. You get the notion he wants to do what’s right...all the time. And that hasn’t always panned out for him.

Your brother Sam is the tallest person in probably any room he’s ever entered, his hazel eyes are kind but burdened. He’s a bookish smart with a serious side of muscle. He’s more likely to try to think his way out of a situation than fight, which sounds reasonable to you if not for the nagging suspicion that Dean is just as intelligent as Sam, he just relies more on his muscle and weapons. Sam sees the world in certain shades of gray, Dean in black, white with a light gray and dark gray section and you think that you see the entire world in a myriad of grays, blacks, and whites.

You aren’t sure why you feel you should keep that information to yourself. Like you aren’t supposed to say that out loud that not all monsters are bad and not all humans are good. You also keep thinking about two figures swirling in a dark mist from your dreams, one man and one woman. The word demon seems to echo through the mist of your mind, furthering the thoughts that roll around in your head as they discuss what needs to be done to find the witch, basically ignoring you.

Which is better right now than being treated like a baby.

You were capable. You’d killed a monster all by yourself! Multiple ones if that vampire wasn’t lying.

“Hungry?” Gadreel asks softly, eyes like soft green grass on the moors.

“No. Thank you though.” He gives a little nod before wandering a few steps away, watching as you sit up and look around. Panic sets in. “Where’s Dean?” Another scan of the room. “Where’s Sam?” Tightness clutches at your throat before a wave of guilt washes over you at the looks on all of their faces.

“They’ll be right back. Sam went to get some ingredients and Dean is outside rooting around in the Impala. Just outside,” Jack soothes with a soft smile, Castiel nodding behind him before the door opens to reveal both of your brothers. You nearly cry with relief seeing those large shoulders come through the door.

You tilt your head as a short red-headed woman comes into the room after them, forehead furrowed at this new arrival.

“Oh, the wee Winchester didnae remember a thing, does she?”

“A flower or tree.”

“What?” Sam asks, closing the door firmly behind the woman.

“Your name. A flower or a tree. And a smell of sulfur.” You wrinkle up your nose as pain ripples through your head once more before you wince.

“Ah. Yes, I know that spell. And the witch proficient in it. Sabella, she’s a bitch for hire.”

“Can you reverse it?”

“Of course. But it’ll be difficult on the lass Winchester. All her memories returning in the form of a massive, throbbing, nauseating mass. I’ll have to do it in two parts so as not to send her into shock.” She raises a red eyebrow at you, easing forward. “Would you like to remember?”

“Of course.”

“So you consent to the pain?”

“Princess, life is pain. And if anyone tells you differently, they’re selling something.”

“Amusing. She didn’t use an ingredient correctly if you can remember certain things. It should be a total blank.” She graces you with a bright smile. “Lucky for you.”

“My angels don’t like you smiling at me like that.”

“Your angels, deary?” You turn to look at Gabriel, who gives you a firm nod.

“Yes. Mine.”

“Well, certainly couldn’t remove all the Winchester in ya, could she?”

“Winchesters never say die.”

“That’s the Goonies,” Dean murmurs from behind you. “What do you need, Rowena?”

“I’ll make you a list, Dean dear. Her angels can help. Some ingredients would be harder for you and Samuel to obtain in broad daylight.”

“Don’t bet on it,” Dean snaps, wandering over to the little kitchenette table and checking over his gun before tucking into the back of his pants.

“Dead man’s toes,” Rowena says very seriously which makes your laughter all the more unexpected apparently.

“Dead man’s toes! Dead man’s toes! Dead! Dead!” You quote with a bright, giddy smile. “Do you also need a virgin to light a black flame candle?”

“Okay, no more Hocus Pocus for you,” Sam chuckles out as you frown.

“No one died and made you the boss of me, sir.”

“You know, with all that sass intact, it is hard to believe that she lost all her memories…” Balthazar comments with a wide grin, winking at you when you turn towards him.

“She’ll be more than likely in a nice hotel bar,” Rowena interrupts, flicking open one of the books on the table with a red-tipped fingernail. “And she knows the Winchesters, so it’ll need to be one of the others who moves in.”

You grab your head, remembering sitting in a bar with the tightest dress you owned and slinky red heels, your fingers dancing along the collar of the man from your dream - the one with the short hair, beard and the pretty brown eyes - both of you making small talk as Dean sits at the bar with Castiel.

“What’d you remember?” Sam asks gently, leading you to the end of the bed while Samandriel hands you a wet washcloth for your nose.

“Thank you,” You manage shakily. “A man. All in black with a nice silk tie with red decorations. He had short hair and brown eyes and a beard. I know him. I dreamed about him in a mist. My head said demon but he was helping me...helping us. I like him. What’s his name?”

“Crowley,” Castiel supplies for you.

“Crowley,” You try the name out. “But there’s another. Something else. I was talking to him in a bar, wearing a tight dress and red heels and I called him something else…”

“Fergus,” Rowena answers as she stares at you, something dancing through her eyes at his name.

“That’s it! I called him that. He scowled at me and then smiled when he took a drink of his scotch,” You swallow hard. “It sounded nice - not like I was being mean,” Tears begin slipping down your face. “Why am I crying?”

“He’s gone. He sacrificed himself to keep Lucifer in the alternate universe.” You stare blankly at him, washcloth pressed firmly to your nose still.

“That ice-cold bastard better still be there, suffering. I liked Crowley.”

“How do you know he’s cold, wee Winchester?”

“I saw him when I saw Sam falling and then in like, um, a library or something being a smartass to Sam. And in a big room with Gabriel. That was the first time Gabriel kissed me.”

“It was, sugar lump,” Gabriel affirms from his spot leaning against the little kitchen counter, a soft smile finally shining in his eyes to match the one on his handsome face. You manage a smile back around the washcloth, sighing as the pain ebbs a little away.

“This town only has two nice hotel bars. Balthazar and Cas will go to one and Sam’ll be in the parking lot as a backup. Gabe, Gad and I will go to the other one. Samandriel and Jack will stay here with Y/N and Rowena.”

“Why do I have to stay?”

“Can you identify her?” Dean asks, pushing a burger wrapper away from an inscribed knife on the table.

“Well, no.”

“And that’s why you’re staying here, kid.”

“Fine,” You snap out unhappily. Something in you doesn’t like being sidelined. You wrinkle your nose a little, thinking. “Hey, on a totally unrelated thought, is there like a pet we have that is being looked after?”

“You have a puppy!” Jack crows happily, unlocking his phone to show you a picture of all of you posing for a picture, a little golden dog in your arms. “That’s Valkyrie. Mostly we call her Val. Cas dropped her off at Jody’s for the girls to watch.”

You nod, letting him choose another movie to watch as the others prepare quickly and get ready to go.

“I think I should go with you, Dean, darling,” Rowena purrs out, her accent making your lips quirk up in a smile. “We’ll need to be quick. Whoever doesn’t find her can get the rest of the ingredients and then can come here to make sure that the reversal worked.”

“Fine!” Dean snaps as Sam’s hand came to cup the back of your head before kissing the top of it.

“Call us if you need anything, okay?”

“Of course, Sam.”

Dean’s face morphs from frustrated to soft as he repeats what Sam had done. “We’ll get you all fixed up, don’t worry, princess.” You tilt your head back to look up at him, the conviction written on his face.

“I know you will, Dean. You two always take care of me.” They both nod before leaving with most of your angels in tow, Rowena bringing up the rear as she sends you off with a little wave.

“Can we watch Hocus Pocus again?” You request as soon as you hear the rumble of the Impala fade away.

“Of course!” Jack answers as Samandriel tries to hide an eye roll.

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You’d fallen asleep again - each time you remembered something it’s like it sucked all the energy out of you - and when you awoke, everything was dark. There was no light from the window with it’s almost sheer, worn curtains and no lights on in the room. Panic crept in as you slipped from the bed and onto the floor, reaching for the gun you knew was hidden under Sam’s pillow. As your eyes somewhat adjust, you make out a figure sitting at the little green metal and plastic table.

“If you could have anything right now, what would it be?” The man is about your height, with short but thick looking hair and almost glowing blue eyes. Something pricks at your mind when you see his eyes, something torn in your mind about how to feel about him…

“Dean said I’m not to make deals with demons,” His mirthful laughter echoes through the tiny room.

“You really have forgotten so much, Y/N…” He leans forward, bracing his elbows on his knees as some moonlight finally finds its way through the window. “I’m prepared to give you anything you ask for since you’ve taken such wonderful care of my sons. Taught them a lot. Loved them better than I could have ever hoped.”

“Can I have two things?” His eyebrows raise but his face is still stoic.

“We’ll see. What are they?”

“First, I want Crowley and Meg back.” His forehead furrows as if that isn’t what he expected.

“Not your memories?”

“My brothers will make sure I get them back, so no need to be wasteful.”

“Really can’t break that Winchester faith in each other, huh?”

“Without them, there is no me. And without me, there is no them. That much I am absolutely sure of.”

“What is the second thing?”

“I’d like Benny back too.”

“You want two demons and a vampire returned to Earth?”

“They’re in that black place...where there is nothing. And I miss them, I can’t explain it, but I miss them. And Benny, he didn’t deserve to be in Purgatory not after sacrificing himself for us to get Sam and Bobby back. If you were a fairer God, you’d have already known why.”

“It is not written that I am fair.”

“I also miss Chuck. The prophet and writer. At least he seemed to care about his children and us. You left and haven’t tried to help since,” You feel the blood trickling down your lips, glaring at Him. “You and Lucifer are cut from the same cloth. I see now why he was your favorite.”

“Sharp words for someone who can’t remember much.”

“I don’t need to remember every detail to know you’re not a good being.”

“I never claimed to be. But I like you - your brothers provide so much in my stories, but you, you’ve always been so sensitive and soft. Locked in a life that should have broken you and yet it only made you more compassionate. Astounding, really. And then you surprise me by asking for two demons and a vampire. Not your memories or a future with your soulmate - the one I know you so desperately crave... but of others,” He huffs out a breath as though this bothers him before rubbing a hand over his beard. “We’ll see. Your brothers have just killed the witch, so your memories will be returning in a few minutes when Rowena finishes the spell. It’s been nice talking with you. And don’t worry, you’ll remember this… Happy Samhain.”

The room darkens to where you can’t see at all before lightening back to how it was when He was there.

“It’s Halloween?” You furrow your brow before tucking the gun back in its designated spot and heading to the bathroom for another washcloth to clean up the blood. All you see is spots dancing before your eyes before crashing into the bathroom door and sliding down it to the bathroom floor.

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“And that’s how I lost and got back my memories,” You take a hearty sip of your hot chocolate as Jody and Donna stare at you with open gaped mouths, Crowley and Meg rolling their eyes almost simultaneously while Benny pushes the last brownie towards you. Gabriel is right beside you on your left, Gadreel on your right, Jack standing just behind you like a sweet little bodyguard with Val wrapped in his arms.

“That’s mostly how it happened,” Dean corrects, leaning back in Jody’s wooden kitchen chair.

“I can’t believe you wasted a perfectly good request from God on him,” Balthazar snarks, murder glaring at the demon who was king.

“What was I supposed to ask for? Harsher sentences for parole violators and world peace?” Sam nearly chokes on his beer before scowling at you good-naturedly.

“Miss Congeniality,” Dean supplies after taking a long pull of his beer.

“Still loving those chick flicks, I see,” Meg smirks at him, Castiel sitting right next to her. You felt a pang when you saw them together again after so long...finally confirming for yourself that Cas would never be yours.

Gadreel’s hand on your knee brings you back to the warmly lit kitchen at 3 am surrounded by people who loved and cared for you.

“I hate Halloween,” Dean mutters as he clears the table of his beer bottles, stopping to kiss the top of your head - like he’d done as far back as you can remember. You move to help as Rowena fusses over her son, something that doesn’t seem to shock Crowley as much as you’d thought it would.

When you get close enough, you wrap your arms around Dean’s middle, pressing your cheek against his back and inhaling his scent.

“I love you, big brother.”

“And I love you, kid,” He rumbles out softly as he pats your wrapped arms lovingly.

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[bilgisticallykosher]

Reminder that I’m totally down to give specific warnings or descriptions or help people navigate through the video if anyone needs.

Warnings (aside from the obvious): Long post, lots of caps lock, long rambling with a large degree of incoherence. I titled this “me screaming at the new video” in docs. I was real accurate.  It took me over 2 hours to watch this thing because I kept pausing to not shut up. This is 5 pages in docs.

Okay, JUST looking at the cover, I-  are those tentacles? IS this a new side? Octoside? I can already hear all the names were going to give him. Oliver, Octavio, October wait no that’s already a Sanders shorts. Okay, intrusive thoughts, that's… Roman’s already a supplier of those. Fandom agrees, “Don’t think about your naked Aunt Patty.” So, maybe Depression? Anger? Or, is it Roman still, after all? Because I see the word Creativity there. Or tentaclereativity. So it’s still Roman, but I’m convinced that his opposite is Virgil, although I’m also sure that they implied Pride in the Halloween episode. Something about “proud of it” and then they said “let’s table that discussion for another time.”

Ugh, Roman’s been doing so wonderful on his own. He’s just been owning up to insecurities, and it’s been great. This is going to be highly related to him. Although, Patton looks like the one trying to block him out? Roman’s concerned, Logan’s miffed, Virgil is angry, and oh my god is that a MOUSTACHE OKAY I’M WATCHING. 

Content warning, oh my gosh, they were not kidding. Does that seriously say death and blood and gore? I’m just getting more hype. I mean, intrusive thoughts, I’m sure nothing will permanently, physically happen to them.  (Goodbye Fresh.) 

Dark circles under Thomas’s eyes, implication of sleep deprivation, or something with Virgil?

“The human connection will make me feel more like a person,” I came here to have a good time and honestly I’m feeling so attacked right now. Credits! Great job everyone! I know everyone worked real hard on this. 

Okay, Thomas in his robe, very reminiscent of Excepting Anxiety. Blasé attitude, too. Hmm, trouble sleeping (tires), overstating ‘everything going wrong,’ definitely seems like Virgil’s territory. 

Woah there he is. He’s, he’s really angry? And Patton’s voice is strained. What is happening, does Patton know……whatever, or WHOever? Yeah, he’s shifty eyed. He knows. Virgil definitely knows, and it’s not him. Oh man oh man. Oh, confirmed, they’re in on trying to avoid the conversation. GREAT TEAM WORK, PAT! Doing great, buddy. 

Roman’s rhymes are amazing. Definitely misery, though. Alright, so Thomas is having thoughts that make Virgil act up, and either he’s telling Patton, or Patton knows because of emotions. 

Roman’s so much better at summoning than Logan. And Logan knows?! Ooh, sore spot for them here. Patton oh noooo. That’s easy for you to say? 

I love the idea that, 1, Logan Falsehood’d as a reaction and an example on purpose, and 2, that he’s got a limit of one per day. 

ALRIGHT! I’ve got it. They don’t want Roman to know because he’s going to, intentionally or not, expand on whatever the thoughts are. He’s Creativity and dreams, it’s what he does and he’s not going to be able to help it, intrusive thoughts, this IS Roman-centric! Poor boy. (Kraken, sushi. Those tentacles mean something. Also the tentacle represents the C, I understand the title image now.) Yeah, they don’t want him inadvertently going into daydream mode. 

I have never seen this movie. These are freaking top-notch jokes, though. WOAH, THOMAS. Not good. Really not good. I’m still hype. Oh, is that the sort of death mention that

Television: [has hands]

Me: [strangled squeaking noise] 

Okay, I’m having, okay. Okay. Okay. I’m fine. I just. I need. Okay. I’m fine. Need a moment. Freaking out, in, a good way? I just. Really unexpected, even though I saw the hands. Oh my gosh. Can the others see him????? Because they’re looking at Roman they should see him. I didn’t know I could make that noise, but apparently I can. And I can hold it. And make it slowly go higher pitched. Okay. Okay. I’m fine now. Maybe. Okay. Hypening.

OH THEY CAN okay, oh dissonant voice. What sort of overdramatic staff is this dork NO ROMAN. 

THE DUKE?! WHAT!!! Getting heavy Warfstache vibes, btw, and why does he have a grey streak? Virgil and Logan are unconcerned about Roman, so I guess he’s fine. 

Is this a song? What is his outfit, omg. His mustache is fabulous. His eyes are kinda ringed.  in purple? 

What is happening, oh my god. Oh here’s the religious commentary, I guess. This is fine, I’m okay with this. But he’s playing Adam AND Eve himself. Dramatic dork confirmed. Oooh, you lack imagination. He IS Roman’s opposite, dang. I was so sure it was Virgil. Also YES green’s my favorite color! 

Hahaaaa! Tiny little aunt Patty naked post-it! Patton’s so distressed, Virgil ANGERY. A to Z is incredible. I missed some lyrics there; I’ll catch it when I watch it with captions the next five times. I mean, uh, no, I’d never… ten times. Nice blood spatter! What is he doing to them! What’s with the size thing? Is that a thing he can do? Or creative (heh) liberty due to song? 

SNAKE how’d I not guess that from Adam and Chava SNAKE IT’S SNAKE!

I don’t get the hand image. What is that? So far kind of the same sort of vibe from Deceit and Duke- oooh, both Ds. The whole, own up to who you are, stop lying to yourself. 

“You’ve got a fiend in me!” “Squeak!”

Oh, oh no, he’s really not quite like Deceit. He’s saying that these things make Thomas evil. Definitely not a Deceit thing to do. 

EDITING PRAISE! YOU GUYS. You guys are incredible, you did such a good job. 

“I’m your Creativity!” Officially calling those things fart trumpets. 

Oh, is he actually Creativity? Okay I’ll roll with it. Oh my gosh it’s only ten minutes into it and I can’t shut up. Virgil is so uncomfortable. 

Never bring [Jeffery Dahmer] up again got a GREAT face from Duke. Oh man. Is that true about him trying to repress those thoughts?

WHITE BEAR that episode of Black Mirror might make more sense now. 

Impressive hair blowing from Virgil, that’s the hair blowing equivalent of what Dr. Horrible did with his fingers in Brand New Day. 

Patton called Roman handsome, and I knew that second most handsome prince bit in the last episode was something he’d say, not just him trying to be all lawyer-y! (Ooh, foreboding music…)

Honestly, Logan was, if anything, even more chill about lying in CLBG, and Deceit in general (his scales are quite smooth). By comparison, he’s going off on the Duke. OOH, I KNEW THAT ABOUT THE WORD DORK! 

Ohhh my gosh the costumes are opposites! I, almost realized that, about color theory, and then forgot about the sash. And those shoulder pads are massive, Duke! Did you steal Roman’s puppet chin to make those? 

Joan! Haha, I love it, definitely something they would do. Interesting, you can hear an overlay of Joan’s voice, and Duke’s voice. Why can’t the Duke do it as well as anyone else? What did Virgil realize during the twin explanation? Hey, Cayin and Hevel, more Genesis. 

Did he mention friends and family? Oh my gosh, self-immolation is terrible, I looked it up. Like, uh, suicide for a public purpose, or to make a point? 

Laugh! Dork laugh! There’s the implication of them knowing each other. 

Oh, okay, okay. So, Virgil’s anxious, because in and of itself, whatever it was that he was thinking/obsessing over was bad. His anxiety is, well, cognitive distortions. That’s why everyone’s all bothered. Yeah, point to Logan on that oh my god, what is that camera angle, I love it.

Duke is JP confirmed. Ripped off nipples. JP from Wade’s (lordminion777) circle of friends, salty boys. That’s still their official name, right? Anyway, he’s JP.

Oh, I saw dripping off of that hand. That sequence is getting longer every time. 

Who are those, I don’t recognize them? “I’m about to smash the Hulk” you guys I think I love the Duke a little bit a lot. 

Patton, no, that’s- Patton! “That’s what repression is?” Ooh, tense Virgil moment with Logan. Yet, also touching? 

“Well THAT can’t be where the bar is.” !!!

Weird Duke blink during religion talk. It’s so funny looking at this though a Jewish perspective. It’s similar, but just a little off. And we don’t do the 7 deadly sins thing. 

Figuratively! 

Wait it’s coming from Virgil?! Uh, uh, anxious about being a bad person, subconsciously projecting it onto Thomas?

Patton too?! Oh, wait, yeah, this comes back to repression that makes sense. Oh my gosh, Logan. ! Can the Duke do the Deceit silence thing oh no, no he can’t. Close. Teeth are an improvement I think. 

Hey isn’t there an incorrect quote about Virgil drinking shampoo? 

Remus?! Oh my gosh are you KIDDING me? A new side, PLUS his name? Oh, oh that’s so clever, Roman. Rome was founded by Romulus and Remus. So clever! And definitely butt trumpets, from earlier, because AVPM’s Lupin had butt trumpets. 

Oh, direct shot and reaction at Virgil not hiding anything. And okay, I’ve changed my mind like 10 times, but I think I get it now. Haha, Logan! It was like a pop quiz! And Thomas cursed!

The scream darkened the room, that was awesome. But nobody cared. Ah, secretly a Patton and Virgil arc! 

Oh my god, Patton had a look of realization when Virgil was listing off things, is he going to tell him to not skip the callback?!

[Sad poopy noises.] Logan’s on fire today! Yes! 

Oh, he’s gone? Ha, nope! Oh it got worse, haha!

Patton, control, it’s happening! Oh, wait no. 

Virgil really used to fear him? And, oh, what were those exchanged looks during “just like old times”? Logan and Patton, and maybe Roman figured it out? Does Virgil know that? 

Roman! 

Nerdy Wolverine. Ahh, cool! Dukey problem! Oooh return of “I don’t like him.”

What, brother?! So that’s an actual thing now? But okay, alright, I guess Logan’s thing from before. NOPE EVERYTHING’S FINE NEVER COMING BACK. Romaaaaan.

Dark sides? “Others.” Oh, Thomas for sure doesn’t know. Oh dear. OH MUSIC it’s swelling oh my gosh, he’s going to tell, he’s going to tell.  Gasp! He told, and oh, so sad, and oh no he’s just sinking out?! My poor baby little precious oh I immediately see why Patton had a problem with coddling him.

Oh, oh Thomas is so confuddled. There’s going to be so many angst fics. I will read them all. 

Alright, actually a hilarious ad.  Way to incorporate intrusive thoughts into it! END CARD holy- REMUS! Oh the deodorant. And again. Nice knife, he’s going to- yep, deodorant. Oh he’s done, but he’ll have another- yep. What the heck is it, actually? 

THERE’S A SNAKE IN MY BUTT! PFF that’s going to be some fics also. Officially: I love Remus. 

Final thoughts; I’m in love, I was so wrong about “they wouldn’t throw a new side or plot relevance at us with all these warnings,” everyone freaking outdid themselves, this must have happened so soon after Selfishness vs. Selflessness, I love him, I really dug a lot of that humor, my taste in music is way worse than anything Remus threw at us (ask me about that), WHAT WERE THE THOUGHTS with the dripping hand bit, S v. S part 2 is definitely the next one, and I freaking love this video. 

[sublime-samantha]

Just a Day in the Office

a/n: I know that i have been dead for the past million trillion years. My first ever fic was overwhelming liked by the Hamilton fandom community. but this is not a Hamilton based pic. this is a fic about  the office… the only blog, that i know of, that does The Office based fics is @theofficeimagines  Anywho,, i hope you enjoy it, whether you follow me or you dont: i hope you enjoy

Pairing: Jim Halpert (The Office U.S) x reader

Prompt(s): “Is that what your parents tell you?” “No, they usually tell me I’m a mistake.” AND “Have you considered space?”

Warning(s): I just typed this up and posted it, no joke, so grammar or spelling errors, unedited 

 a/n 2.0: Y’ALL I LOVE JIM AND PAM TOGETHER WITH AWLL MY HEART, THEY ARE JUST THE CUTES, I WANT ALL MY RELATIONSHIPS EVER TO BE LIKE THEIRS, BUT Y’ALL, JOHN KRASINSKI IS CUTE AS HELL, Y’ALL so imma write the anyway. Oh, ps, the lowercase is toat’s intentional

Background info: if ya care to read dis: You are a salesperson at Dunder Mifflin and sit where the big post is by Stanley and Phyllis.

worlds: about 1,283 - pretty short

it was 8:56 am. four minutes till work officially starts. you and Jim decided to take the stairs instead of the elevator. you tell yourself its to change it up a bit, get a bit of exercise, but who are you kidding? you just took the stairs to more time to talk to each other before you have to go sell paper and printers for the next several hours. 

you giggle and smile shyly up at Jim as he opens the office door for you, he smiles at the back of your head and tells you with a chuckle, “okay, yeah, laugh it up sweetheart. i’m not the only one to ever trip while going up the stairs. in fact didn’t you so the exact same thing on halloween?”

you gasped, “Jimmothy, i thought we agreed to never speak of that, besides that you your fault, you were so eager to get in my pants that you wouldn’t let my go for like 30 seconds so i could walk up the stairs.”

Jim hummed,”whatever makes you sleep at night.”

you smiled at Erin as you passed her at the reception desk.

“hey girly.” you smiled and winked at your friend and co-worker Pam as you passed her while walking Jim to his desk. 

“Hey (y/n/n)” Jim responded. Pam glanced at Jim and then you with a half smile.

“woah, Pam, your voice… do like some water or something?” you asked looking at her with a smile.

she hid a laugh and fake cleared her throat, “no i think it was just a frog in my throat.” her phone rang and she smiled at you with that twinkle in her eye and picked up her phone.

you took that as an opportunity to lean down and press a kiss to Jim’s forehead, which was now accessible with him being seated in his swivel chair.

“oh, by the way, remember when you broke our blood oath-”

“-there was no blood, but go on”

“our oath that neither of us would bring up my tripping up the stairs incident, i’m going to steal all of your biggest clients.”

“oh really, cause of i remember correctly, i am better than you,” Jim teased back with a smirk. doing that short pause between each word Jim type of way.

“is that what your parents tell you?”

“nah, they usually tell me i’m a mistake.”

“your patents tell you that too? good cause mine say the same thing about you.

“anywho, imma go back to my desk, but not before i ask my main man Dwight K. Schrute how his weekend was!” you said and put your hand on Dwight’s shoulder, that he immediately shook off.

“(y/n) i do not need to be bothered by unnecessary questions about my free time, that is my business and my business alone. besides, i have bigger things to deal with.” ah, you could just hear Michael say, ‘that’s what she said’..

“and what’s that Dwight?” Jim asked shifting his gaze from you to the beet farmer in question.

“i have a man who wants to buy beets from my beet farm, not that you need to know that”

you and Jim smiled at each other, though your’s was slightly bashful- it always amazes you how Jim can make you so shy and melt into a puddle of goo with just one look, even after years of being together.

you walked to your desk deciding it was time to get started on your work.

11:45, your first out of two breaks, this one and lunch at 1:00. 

you picked up your mug and and went to the break room get another up of coffee.

“Drink anymore of that and you’ll be up all night, causing me to be up all night because when you can’t sleep all you talk about how proud of your sister you are, i get it, your proud that she’s married and had a kid, but i don’t need to hear that at 3:20 in the morning,” Jim said as he walked in, sat his empty mug by the coffee maker, and leant against the counter beside you with his arms crossed.

“okay mister, that was only a couple of times, and i am proud of her, it’s like she’s a little adult.”

“’little adult’?”

“Yes, she is only 21 and she has a husband and a kid, but only 21, so little.”

“M’kay, whatever you say. now hurry up, you take centuries to make your coffee.” 

unbeknownst to you, Jim looked around making sure no one was around and jogged to close the blinds to the main work area. he strolled back to you and wrapped his arms around your waist and nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck and let out a puff of air.

although this was overwhelmingly adorable, it was out of character of Jim at the work place.

“have you considered space?” you teased

Jim let out a small puff of air out of his nose as a laugh / response to your teasing, “actually, i don’t think i have, do you think there’s a dictionary somewhere i could look up that definition?”

“yeah, actually, i bet Oscar has one you could use, it would be under the ‘s’ as in space.” you turned your head slightly to put your nose is his hair to hide your smile.

“i suppose we should get back to work..” Jim trailed off.

you sighed, all you wanted to do was be at your house and cuddled up in bed and maybe have some hot chocolate with Jim, perhaps watch some “Parks and Recreation” but that will just have to wait for several more hours.

he slowly unwound his arms from around your waist, you turned to him and grabbed his mug filling it with the fresh coffee and then your mug. you both walked back to your desks, Jim kissing the top of your head head once you had sat down on your chair. 

ahh, 5:00, quittin’ time, second best time of the day. everyone around you started packing up, you grabbed your purse and started putting the small pile of paperwork you had to finish tonight.

you stood up and walked over to Jim, he was putting on his coat and grabbing his brief case, he pushed in his chair and held out his hand for you to grab.

“so how was the rest of your wok day?”

“well, i got Dwight annoyed to the point he went to Michael to complain about me again then Michael told him to go to Toby, who wouldn’t let him file a complaint, then he came back just made of rage… so i’d say it was a successful day.”

you smiled, “well, lets get goin’, bye, Michael!”

“bye bye, catch ya tomorrow, Jim, (y/n)”

you rode down in the elevator and walked out into the parking lot and to your car.

“okay, so who’s gonna be driving back home?” Jim asked.

“rock, paper, scissors?”

“okie dokie, let’s go,” 

“rock, paper, scissors, shoot.” 

“damn, i didn’t wanna drive,” you said while slumping your shoulders

“ahh, too bad, maybe you should practice your skills, cause clearly, as stated before, perhaps i’m better than you, just perhaps.”

you both got in the car and you put the car in the ignition and backed out and started the drive back to your house.

you parked the car out in the drive way.

you both walked hand-in-hand up to the front door. as you got in the house you took off your coats.

“so what do you wanna do you want to do for dinner?” you asked/

“pizza?” 

“sounds like a plan.”

[taekookbook]

Vitamin T

Genre: It started out as Fluff, idk what happened?

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Length: 8056 words (longest bloody thing I’ve written in ages!)

Summary: To you he wasn’t an idol, he was just someone who tried to underpay.

Part: 1/1

Note: I wrote this because myself and @isaynevermind were joking about it after I posted my Yoongi drabble a while back and I really liked the idea of doing it🙌 So this is for you lovely😘 (and every Taehyung stan who follows me🌹), I hope you like, I tried. Next request will be up soon along with the next Heartbreak Girl update💫

Please just bear with me because I haven’t had the greatest start to 2017 in my family and that’s why things might be a little slow😔🙈

Also, a special thank you to the girl who’s always there for me, @minthusiast!🙌👑 Thanks for giving me your input and your never ending support!💞 This is for you too because I know you are Taehyung wrecked😏😉

Enjoy though!😘

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“How you doing?”

“No,” Yoongi groaned, tiredly rubbing his hands over his face for what seemed like the millionth time since sitting down, “don’t say it like Joey from Friends. Girls will think it’s creepy, and weird.”

“Right, got it, creepy and weird is a no no.” Taehyung nodded enthusiastically and actually wrote it down in the little notebook he had sitting in front of him.

“When I said ‘take note’ I didn’t mean literally pabo.” Yoongi looked beyond tired and you couldn’t help but giggle.

“Shame man, he’s trying Yoongi-ah. Give him a break, you’ve only been here for 20 minutes.” You playfully scolded him and he looked at you where you were standing behind the counter before rolling his eyes.

“It’s Yoongi oppa to you Y/N.”

“I’d rather not.” You cringed.

“I thought you said this friend of yours was respectful Tae.” He grumbled and Taehyung looked up from what he’d been writing to shoot him one of his boxy smiles.

“She is, she just hates the thought of calling anyone oppa. Says it’s embarrassing or something and would actually rather use hyung.” Taehyung winked at you when he was finished and you just rolled your eyes and laughed.

“Besides,” you added, “I’m not Korean and I’m actually one day older than you Yoongi.”

“How do you know that?” Yoongi said looking slightly shocked.

“She’s an ARMY.” Taehyung stage whispered, making sure you could still hear him.

“An ARMY hey,” Yoongi smirked, “am I your bias?”

“No, and I am not an ARMY. I looked you guys up when I started speaking to Tae. Everyone made such a huge fuss the first time he came in here so I wanted to know what it was all about.” You huffed, shooting an annoyed glare at Taehyung who just grinned at you.

“Wait, so you didn’t know who Taehyung was?” Yoongi looked confused and that made your annoyed glare slip slightly.

“No, what happen–”

“No hyung she had no idea!” Taeyhyung cut you off excitedly and that made any chance of you staying mad (even though you were just pretending) flee for good. “I came in here to get coffee like normal because at least the other barista’s had gotten used to it, and while some of the customers were freaking out I saw her standing behind the counter and realised she was new. So I’m busy trying to walk up to order and when she looks up to see what the fuss is all about, sees me and the people trying to crowd around and just shrugs and carries on working!”

Yoongi now looked at you shocked and you shrugged like you had back when you had first seen Taehyung, nearly 3 months ago.

“So you had absolutely no idea who he was? At all?” Yoongi drawled, raising an eyebrow.

“None whatsoever,” You retorted and motioned to Tae who was basically bouncing in his seat to finish the story, “continue Tae.”

“Thank you,” He grinned at you, “so I finally make it up to the counter and pretty much all the barista’s here know all of our orders right? I figured she would know too even if she was new, so I go up and she asks what I want -no screaming or blushing or anything- and I tell her I’ll have my regular and she just looks at me with a blank expression and says ‘okay I can’t read your mind, you’re going to need to tell me what that is’.” At this point Taehyung had full-blown giggles and Yoongi just looked dumbfounded.

“You did not?”

“Oh, but I did.” You laughed and shook your head, moving out from behind the counter to start wiping down the tables.

“Hyung, that’s not even the best part!” Taehyung was now excitedly slapping the table to grab Yoongi’s attention again and was on the verge of collapsing in tears because he’s trying so hard not to laugh properly.

“Okay, so what happened next?”

“Once I had told her my order and she made my drink and stuff I take out my cash to pay, and I already had the exact amount in my hand because it makes things so much easier, so I give it to her and I’m about to walk away when she calls me back. Obviously I go back to see why and she says–” Taehyung turned to look at you as if that was your cue, which only made you laugh some more.

“Sorry but you underpaid.” You pipe up and Yoongi’s jaw is practically on the table.

“She didn’t even give me the discount!” Taehyung had finally given in to the hysterics and was shaking because he was laughing so hard, while Yoongi looked back and forth between the two of you like you had just told him he actually had six toes on each foot.

“Yeah, I swear the whole café collectively gasped when I said that but all Taehyung did was start laughing.” You giggled, grabbing one of the chairs next to you to put it on top of the table.

“Wait, so how did you become friends then?” Yoongi asked and when you looked at Taehyung he gestured to you to speak.

“Well after I said that he came and paid the rest of the full amount and just left all smiley and giggling, so I asked my manager who he was and why all of that happened and she looked at me like I had asked the dumbest question. After she had made sure I wasn’t just joking with her, she explained who he and the rest of BTS are and then scolded me for making him pay full price.” Grabbing another chair, you lifted that one on to the table near you too before turning to face them both.

“So when I went home that evening I did a bit of my own research to see what all the fuss was about, and then the next day when Tae came in I thought ‘what the hell, let’s see what happens,’ and purposefully made his order slightly incorrect and gave him a Caffé Mocha instead of a Caffé Latte and made him pay full price again. He didn’t even complain and just left grinning like he had the day before. Every single day that week I did the same thing, made him a slightly different order and made him pay full price, and every single day he left grinning like a child who just got told they can have ice cream for dinner.” You were finally done stacking all the chairs around you except for the two that were currently occupied by 2/7 of BTS and two of the extra ones at that table, one of which you promptly fell into with a sigh.

“So you became friends because you kept giving him the wrong thing and made him pay full price?” Yoongi looked like he was trying to understand but also like he thought the two of you were crazy.

“Basically yes.”

“Not really.”

You and Taehyung said at the same time which just made you both laugh.

“So which is it?” Yoongi asked and it was your turn to gesture at Taehyung to speak.

“Well I say not really because it wasn’t that she was giving me the wrong thing or making me pay in full, but rather that she was treating me like any normal customer. It was so refreshing hyung, to come to a place where not once did she ever freak out when she saw me, except maybe on Halloween.” You covered your face and groaned, mumbling out a ‘you said you wouldn’t talk about that’ while Taehyung just chuckled, “And even though she purposefully gave me the wrong order rather than accidentally, it was still so nice and some of the things she made were really good!”

“Wow, okay, I guess that does make sense.” Yoongi murmured. “I can’t believe I’ve been coming here with Taehyungie for 2 weeks and you only told me how you became friends now.”

“You only asked now.” You grinned cheekily and that made both of them laugh. “But I’m sorry boys, you have to go now so I can lock up.”

“I’m not a boy, I’m a man.” Yoongi retorted, puffing his chest out playfully.

“Sure you are.”

“I am. Yah, don’t roll your eyes at me Y/N-ah!”

“Ahh don’t worry hyung, you’ll get used to it.” Taehyung laughed and you poked your tongue out childishly at Yoongi when he glared at you.

That of course only made both of them start laughing before you started trying to shoo them out of the café.

“For real guys, I have to close up now if I want to beat the traffic home.”

“But I haven’t paid yet?” Yoongi piped up and before you could respond Taehyung just waved away his comment.

“Don’t worry Yoongi-hyung, I’ve got it this time.” He smiled and Yoongi shot one back before motioning outside.

“I’ll wait for you in the car.”

It was just you and Taehyung now in the quiet café and you smiled at him, but as you reached to stack one of the chairs at the table they had been occupying, you found that it was quickly out of your reach and on the table before you could do it yourself.

“Tae, not this again,” You playfully scolded, “let me do my job.”

“I’m just trying to help and make your job go faster Y/N-noona. You go ring up mine and Yoongi-hyung’s last order and I’ll finish the chairs for you.” Taehyung smiled sweetly at you and you listened to him for once instead of arguing some more, making your way back behind the counter.

“How many times have I told you not to call me noona? But also, thank you Tae.”

“At least 50 by now? I’m not sure, I stopped counting after 35,” he joked and made his was up to the cash register after stacking all the chairs, “but it’s a pleasure and how much do I owe you today?”

“Right so that is one regular coffee for Yoongi and regular one Berry Dairy (blackberries, raspberries, strawberries, banana, frozen yoghurt, honey and milk) smoothie for you.” You rattled off and Taehyung took his card out to pay this time. “By the way, how was that? I’ve only ever made it for myself so I was wondering what you’d think?”

Taehyung gently took the card machine from your hands to enter his pin, only answering once he had handed it back.

“It was actually really good! I’d say put it on the yes list. You should ask your manager-nim to put it on the menu like that other smoothie you made me.”

“Really, you think so? Cause I wasn’t a 100 percent sure.” You trailed off uncertainly while focusing on cashing up but stopped when seeing Taehyung’s hand reach over and cover your seemingly tiny hands compared to his, getting you to look up at his smiling face.

“Of course I’m sure! I mean that is one of the best ones so far! People will love it.” His smiled turned into his adorable box grin and you couldn’t help but return it.

“Thanks Tae, I’ll speak to my manager. You should go now though, don’t want to make Yoongi-ah wait too long.”

“He’ll be fine, besides you’re almost done right?”

“Yeah I am, but I feel bad. You don’t have to wait with me while I do cash up every time you’re here around closing time.”  You softly laughed.

“I know I don’t have to, but I want to. How else would we have become best friends if I didn’t start doing this in the first place?” Taehyung’s deep voice filled the quiet space around you and you walked out of the small staff room just in time to see him ripping open a sugar packet and pouring the contents into his mouth.

“Okay very true, but firstly I thought Jiminie and Kookie were your best friends, and secondly, how many times have I told you not to eat the sugar?” You quirked an eyebrow at his shocked expression, obviously not expecting you to walk out when you did, and laughed when he tried to hide the empty sugar packet in his pockets.

“I already saw you Tae, stop trying to hide it,” You laughed again, reaching over to turn off the lights above the barista bar, “and if you do it again, I’ll tell Jimin and Jungkook the next time they come in that you said I was your best friend and not them.”

To say Taehyung’s next expression was funny was an understatement, although it quickly changed to puppy dog eyes and you immediately covered your face with your hands to avoid being swayed by it.

“I promise I won’t do it again Y/N-noona, please don’t tell Jimin-ah and Jungkookie. Then they’ll get mad and try to steal you away from me as payback and I don’t want that.” Taehyung begged quietly.

A slight shiver ran down your spine which was probably the lingering effects of the air-conditioning which you had just shut off, but you could feel Taehyung’s warm hands wrap gently around your wrists as he tried to pry your hands away from your eyes.

He succeeded in making you move your hands but you kept your eyes shut childishly which only made him laugh softly and reach up with one hand to poke your nose.

“TaeTae, I have to lock up, please stop with the puppy dog eyes and I promise I won’t tell them.” You half joked half begged, and only opened one eye to see if he would comply. You saw him grin and nod before feeling the warmth of his hands leave your wrists, and only then did you open your other eye.

“Thank you Y/N-noona. Come, let’s lock up quick so you can get home safely.”

Your hand not holding the keys to the café was now gripped by his as he pulled you towards the front of the store and all you could do was laugh.

_____

All you could ever do around Taehyung was laugh and smile most of the time because he brought that out in you and honestly, it was one of the things you looked forward to on the days you worked. If you had a morning shift and he came in, he’d start your day with a laugh and a smile that easily ended up lasting the whole day, and if he came in in the afternoon and you’d had a crappy day, he’d make it all disappear just as easily.

He was definitely a patch of sunshine in your everyday life, so when you didn’t seem him the next day, or the next, or the next 5 that followed, you couldn’t help but be a little gloomy and definitely couldn’t help the worry that had started building in the pit of your stomach around day 4.

Sure you could have messaged or called him, I mean it’s not like you didn’t have each other’s numbers, but there was one small problem with that fact. Although you had exchanged numbers a while back, neither of you had taken that first step into contacting the other and even though you would never admit it to anyone, you were basically a giant fucking baby and way too scared to initiate anything.

But as the 10th day was coming to a close, your worry was almost at its peak and you were sitting in the staff room with your phone clutched in your hand, text message staring back at you and your finger hovering over ‘send’.

You: Hey Tae, it’s Y/N. Haven’t seen you in a few days and was just wondering if you were alright? Also I tried this new smoothie combination and needed my guinea pig for a second opinion haha :) x

“Smiley face or no smiley face, kiss or no kiss.” You mumbled to yourself, going back and forth numerous times between no smiley face, a smiley face, a smiley face and a kiss or just a kiss.

The options ran through your mind, one after the next on a constant loop so when one of your co-workers came to tell you someone was looking for you, you pretty much got the fright of a lifetime because you were so stuck in your head.

“Oh my God, you almost gave me heart failure!” You gasped and jumped up with your hand clutched to your chest while your co-worker just laughed.

“Sorry Y/N, but there’s someone out here asking for you specifically, wants to say sorry about something or other?” She explained sweetly, and you just nodded, mumbling that you would be out in a minute once your heart started working again.

But just as you were going to put your phone away you looked down because you heard the distinct beep of a message being sent which was probably the same time your heart stopped again.

“Oh God no. No no no. Why me?” You collapsed back into the chair you had just got up from and were repeatedly banging your head against the table, groaning at your stupid mistake.

Not realising how long you had been sitting throwing yourself a pity party, your head snapped up when you heard a slight cough from the staff room door and you were about to tell your co-worker that you’d be out in a bit- but that definitely wasn’t anyone you worked with.

“You’re not supposed to be back here.” Was the first thing that popped out of your mouth before you realised what you had said and slapped a hand over your mouth.

“I know, but your manager-nim said it was okay and I wanted to speak to you about something Y/N-noona.”

“How many times have I told you not to call me that?” You grumbled on instinct, standing up and pocketing your phone so you could walk over and playfully smack your visitor’s chest.

“A few, but not as many times as Taehyung.” Namjoon grinned, dimple on full display while you laughed.

“I swear, only Jin is older than me yet you are all taller than me and won’t listen when I tell you not to call me noona, why?” You joked as Namjoon pulled you in for a hug that you happily returned, grateful that he had actually come to you because if you were in the front you wouldn’t be able to do it without worrying about rumours, and not knowing how much you had needed one until he held you tight.

After he released you, you gestured to the chair opposite the one you had just been sitting on and he took the hint and sat down, you joining him shortly after going to make his order quickly.

“So, why did I walk in on you banging your head against the table? That’s not good for you, you know?” Namjoon laughed softly before taking a sip of his iced coffee and gesturing to it, “Thanks by the way. You’re the only one who gets it exactly right.”

“No problem, and to answer your question, I was hoping that if I hit my head hard enough it would erase my idiotic mistake.” You took a sip of your own iced hot chocolate and pulled a face, thinking about the text you had sent.

“What mistake?”

“ItextedTaehyungandcalledhimmyguineapig” You rushed out, promptly covering your face after doing so and hoping he wouldn’t make you repeat yourself.

“You texted Taehyung and called him your guinea pig?” Namjoon sounded beyond confused and you chanced looking up to see a matching confused expression on his face. “I’m not sure I’m understanding you.”

Sighing, you pulled your phone out of your pocket and went in to the message you had sent to Taehyung. Putting your phone flat on the table, you pushed it towards him to read while you resumed your previous action of banging your head against the table.

Just as you were about to bring your head down again for maybe the twentieth time, a warm, soft palm was placed between your forehead and the table, preventing the bump and making you roll your eyes up to look at the owner of said hand.

“I don’t see why it’s that bad that you’re trying to injure yourself?” Namjoon finally questioned and you made a noise between a groan and a cry before lifting up your head to face him properly.

“You don’t understand Joon. I basically told him I was worried about him, called him my guinea pig, put a kiss at the end and let’s not forget I. Texted. Him. First.” You face was now back in your hands and you could hear Namjoon chuckling softly.

“I still don’t see how any of that is a problem? So what that he knows you were worried, he worries about you all the time, he’d probably like being called your guinea pig knowing him, the kiss you can play off that you put that at the end of all your texts and texting him first? He’s too bloody scared to do it so fina-fucking-lly one of you did because we’ve all been dying.”

You whipped your head up to look at him so quickly after his little speech and only once he’d realised all he’d said did his eyes go wide.

“He worries about me? He’d like me calling him my guinea pig? He was too scared to message me first?” You rattled off questions and Namjoon looked more worried as each of them passed your lips. “What aren’t you telling me Namjoon-ah?”

“Fuck. Can’t we pretend I didn’t say that and instead just came here to tell you that Taehyungie was sick for a few days and that’s why he hasn’t come past, because he’s been resting.” He looked at you hopefully.

“Nope. You’re going to spill what you know right now or I won’t make you iced coffee again.” You narrowed your eyes at him and he scratched the back of his neck before sighing and nodding.

“Right so I shouldn’t be saying any of this but…”

_____

“You can do this.” You repeatedly mumbled to yourself like a mantra, wiping down the tables and stacking all the chairs as you thought about your conversation earlier in the day with Namjoon.

It was quite something to take in and if you were being honest with yourself you really did not expect it, at all.

You especially didn’t expect to have to face Taehyung so soon after everything Namjoon had told you, yet your phone was sitting heavily in your pocket with a message you had received from Namjoon about 10 minutes ago.

Giant-Joon: Just a heads up, a certain BTS member just woke up and left in a hurry with his phone in his hand because ‘oh my God I can’t believe I- I have to- *trips putting shoes on* bye’. So be prepared for a visit sometime soon noona :P x

You had almost dropped your phone when you read that, but after the initial shock had passed you had quickly typed back something along the lines of ‘thanks, and stop calling me noona!’ and pocketed your phone to continue with tiding up.

However when the bell above the door chimed to let you know someone had entered, you could feel your heart pick up its pace and your hands were slightly shaking as you picked up another chair.

“Hi Tae.” You called out, turning to face him once you had schooled your face into a calm expression, a smile playing on your lips.

He stopped dead in his tracks from walking up to surprise you and frowned, “How did you know it was me?”

“Namjoon.” Was all you said and you watched as his expression changed from frowning to one of equal parts shock and worry.

Taehyung didn’t say anything else for a little while so you took that as your chance to approach him and lay a hand on his forehead, checking his temperature and making his expression change to one of complete shock.

“How are you feeling Tae? Better?” You gently asked and he looked slightly dazed before nodding and shooting you a smile.

“Much better thanks. Sorry for making you worry.” He grinned and pointed to his phone that was currently in his hand and open on your text, and it was now your turn to look shocked, not expecting him to be so forward about it.

“Uh yeah, well next time let me know what’s going on before more than 10 days pass.” You tried to cover your embarrassment by scolding him, playfully smacking his arm before turning to continue stacking chairs and so he couldn’t see your flushed cheeks.

“Sorry Y/N-noona, I’ve been sleeping most of the time so I didn’t even think to say something, but I’m glad you messaged me.” His voice was close by and you knew if you took a few steps back, you would most likely bump into his chest.

“Well as long as you’re rested now and feeling better, I can stop thinking you died or something.”

Taehyung chuckled at your obvious joke about him being dead and you knew he was even closer than before because you could feel his breath on your neck and shoulder as he laughed.

“Also I’m glad I messaged you too,” You looked over your shoulder to shoot him a smile, “one of us had to take the first step.” You quietly mumbled the last bit and walked forward to move to the next table, picking up the disinfectant spray bottle and cloth you had set down before greeting Taehyung.

“What was that?”

Fuck.

“Oh, I said I’m glad I messaged you too.” You repeated, biting your lip as you stayed turned from him, knowing that was not all you had said.

“Yeah I heard that, but what did you say after that?” Taehyung questioned.

You heard him take 3 steps in your direction and if it had been anyone else you would probably still have a reasonable space between you, but this was Taehyung, with his stupid long legs that now put him back to being right behind you.

“Are you sure you’re better Tae? Maybe you need to get your ears checked because I didn’t say anything else.”

Liar.

“I call lies.” You could almost hear the grin in Taehyung’s voice and so you took a deep breath before turning to face him.

“Fine,” You set down the spray bottle and cloth again and looked up to meet his gaze, “I said, one of us had to take the first step. And as much as it was a pure accident that I sent it and I pretty much freaked the fuck out afterwards, I’m glad I did because Namjoon told me that you were too chicken to do it.” With your hands on your hips as you finished your sentence, it only took about 5 seconds for you to realise what you had said and another 5 for your whole body to heat up and your face to flush with embarrassment.

Thankfully though Taehyung looked equally as embarrassed by what you had said, obviously now knowing that Namjoon had given away one of his secrets, which only made him hope that was all he had said.

“Wait, you said it was an accident that you messaged me?” He suddenly queried and you choked out a laugh, looking down at your hands that were now no longer on your hips and instead clasped together as you twiddled your thumbs.

“Uh yeah, about that? You see, I had typed the message and was debating whether to send it or not, when I got a fright and pressed send.” You almost whispered out, not daring to look up.

“So if you hadn’t gotten a fright, you wouldn’t have messaged me?”

“Yes. Wait no. Fuck! Maybe?” You stuttered out all at once, not really knowing which one you meant because if you hadn’t accidentally hit send, you don’t know whether you’d have had the guts to even do it at all.

“Which one is it?” Taehyung quirked an eyebrow, a slight smirk playing on his lips which, as soon as you’d seen it, made your embarrassment turn into something else.

Two can play at that game then.

“That’s for me to know. But one thing I do know is that if I hadn’t said anything you wouldn’t have dared to even try.” You felt your own smirk make its way onto your face and saw Taehyung’s resolve falter slightly.

“Yah, I tried multiple times, but nothing seemed good enough for noona!” Taehyung blurted out but no sooner than he had did he slap a hand over his mouth, his cheeks tinging pink.

“Nothing was good enough for noona you say?” You teased, shaking your head at him.

“Stop it Y/N-noona, leave your guinea pig alone.” He retorted, cheeks still flamed but with a spark in his eyes that wasn’t there before.

“Alright, I’ll stop,” You smiled sweetly, feeling a twinge of something you couldn’t identify in the pit of your stomach, “and instead you can finally taste the smoothie I was talking about that made me refer to you as my guinea pig, which was a joke by the way.”

You made your way back around the counter as you spoke and crouched down momentarily, disappearing from Taehyung’s site, to get out the smoothie you had made for him after you’d received the text from Namjoon.

“What’s in it?” Taehyung now approached the counter and looked at the brightly coloured smoothie, trying to figure out what it was.

“Well just so you know, I was going to call you the only one brave enough besides me to try what I make, but that was a bit too long and guinea pig was easier.” You giggled, pushing the drink towards him and handing him a straw, “But I want you to try this first and guess what’s in it before I tell you.”

Taehyung laughed at your first statement, but you could see the determination set in his eyes once you’d told him to guess.

Confidently, he unwrapped the straw and pushed it into the lid, picking up the smoothie and settling the straw between his soft pink lips, he took a big pull and you watched in anticipation as to what his reaction would be.

Surprise was the first one, followed shortly by confusion, happiness and then a grimace which made you worry.

“What? What’s wrong with it? Why did you pull a face?” You suddenly found yourself back on the other side of counter, now standing next to Taehyung as he slowly put the drink down and turned to face you.

“Nothing, absolutely nothing is wrong with it.” He gently rested his hands on your shoulders and you could feel some of the unknown tension that had been there, leave.

“Then what was with the face at the end?” You questioned softly.

“Oh, that face? That was brain freeze,” He laughed quietly and you found yourself laughing lightly too, “but I’m ready to make my guess.”

“Okay, shoot.”

“Definitely orange, pineapple I’m sure, maybe carrots and something else but I can’t place it.” Taehyung listed off and you couldn’t keep the smile off your face.

“That was literally almost 100 percent right!” You grinned, bouncing on the balls of your feet in excitement. “You just missed out mango and 500mg of vitamin C. But was it really okay?”

As the doubt started invading your mind, you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, your fingers fiddling with your apron as a frown etched its way onto your face, clearly giving away your worry to anyone who knew you well enough to know your nervous habits.

Taehyung just so happened to be one of those people.

“Hey Y/N, it’s really good, I swear. I wouldn’t say otherwise if I didn’t mean it. What’s got you so worries about this one anyways?” Taehyung moved his one hand from your shoulder to reach under your chin and tilt your head up, his thumb lightly resting under your bottom lip gently pulled down to remove your lip from between your teeth as he stared at you with concern.

“It’s nothing, I just-” You took a deep breath, steadying yourself, “I was worried about you and when I heard you were sick it didn’t really help you know? So, fuck, it seems stupid but I’d made this smoothie for myself before when I’ve been sick and it really helped me, and I had sort of figured you had to be sick if you didn’t come in, so that’s why I hoped you’d like it. This is the first thing I’ve let anyone try that could actually do more than be something that tastes nice to drink, and I wanted your opinion before speaking to my manager about it.”

Even though he had lifted your chin, you still couldn’t meet his gaze and instead cast your eyes down to look at his chest when something else he had said registered in your mind.

“Oh my God, that’s the first time you didn’t call me noona.” You had no problem meeting his gaze now and your initial smile turned into a full blown grin when you saw his cheeks tinge pink again.

“Sorry Y/N-noona-”

“No!” You cut Taehyung off, placing a hand over his mouth all while laughing, “I like it. Please rather just call me Y/N?”

He looked like he was considering something before nodding slowly so you’d remove your hand.

“Okay, Y/N.” He looked like saying your name by itself was foreign to him, yet a smile played at his lips at the same time. “What I was going to say was, I understand now why it was important to you and thank you for worrying about me enough to let me try your special smoothie.”

His cheeks were still pink and you could feel your own face start to heat up, hoping he couldn’t feel it too on the hand that was still under your chin.

Please Lord, it’s enough that he’s going to see it, give me this one thing.

“What are you going to call it?” He suddenly asked and you had been waiting for that question since he’d tasted it.

“I want to name it, Vitamin T.” You felt your face heat up even more and knew there was no way he wouldn’t feel it, because he would definitely be able to see it.

“T? Why T?”

“Because,” You bravely looked up to meet his cute, questioning gaze before continuing, “I can’t very well call it Vitamin Taehyung and T sounds like C, so I thought it fit.”

“You want to name it after me? But why?” Taehyung’s cheeks went even pinker and shyly looked away.

“I want it to name it after you because you’re like a vitamin to me. Fuck, that sounds so stupid but you honestly just brighten up my days and always make me feel better no matter what. You’re such a bright, warm, caring, bubbly person and constantly try to make everyone smile and be happy, making jokes and being sweet. So I wanted to do something for you, even if it’s just this and we’re the only two who know the reason behind the name.” You lip was back between your teeth and you were rocking back and forth on your heels, back to not being able to meet his eyes.

“Wow.” Taehyung breathed out after a few moments of silence, “You really think that of me?” His voice wavered and you chanced a small glance up to see what looked like awe on his face, before casting your eyes down again and nodding.

It was quiet between the two of you again and you were just about to step away when you felt the familiar tug of his thumb under your lip, releasing it from your teeth once more. At the same moment he tilted your chin up a little more so you would have no choice but to look him in the eye, and took a deep breath as if he was preparing to say something.

“This whole time,” He started, voice shaking slightly, “I’ve thought you were really beautiful, which is why I didn’t say much at first, because I was too shy. But then, we started talking and you treated me like a normal person and you were kind and funny, and you made different drinks for me to taste and let me talk about my weird ideas and didn’t judge me for them, but thought about them too, and you were sweet and thoughtful and I started to like you. I couldn’t help it. After we swopped numbers I tried so many times to say something, but like I already said, nothing seemed good enough for you. There were days where I would sit with a text open to you, trying to find the right words to say, but nothing came out. Then one day, Yoongi-hyung saw me staring at my phone and came and asked me what was wrong. I caved and told him and he said he’d help me, that he’d help me build my confidence and be able to speak to you like how I wanted to, which is why we’ve both been spending more time here together. Yoongi-hyung said it’d be easier to do it around you for inspiration, which I think was just code for he just wanted to see me get flustered, but that’s not the point. My point is that I really like you Y/N and I swear to God if you keep pulling your lip between your teeth I’m going to kiss you and I don’t want to do that if it’ll be uncomfortable for you.”

You felt as if all the air had been knocked out of your lungs at his confession and felt your heartbeat race even faster as you made your decision on what you were going to do.

Looking up at Taehyung, you made certain the decision was clear in your gaze as you slowly and purposefully pulled your bottom lip between your teeth again, challenge glinting in your eyes as you saw confusion and then determination flit through his.

Your eyes closed as Taehyung brought his lips down onto yours, his thumb pulling your lip free yet again before capturing it between his, the hand on your chin now slipping behind your neck and tangling into your hair as he moved the other that had still been on your shoulder, to rest on your waist and gently pull you closer.

You stood on you tiptoes as you slid your hands up his chest, one arm hooking around to hold onto his broad shoulders as the other reached up so you could run your fingers through his hair, nails scratching slightly at the nape of his neck which made stifle a groan. His tongue lightly swept across your bottom lip asking for entrance, and you didn’t hesitate in the slightest, opening your mouth to let your breath mingle and tongues fight for dominance.

It was not a question who’s won, but you didn’t mind, arms around his shoulders trying to pull him impossibly closer even though you were already pressed up against each other.

The hand that hand been tangled in your hair slowly traced down the side of your neck, across your shoulder and around and down your back to mimic the position of the other one at your waist. And when Taehyung squeezed gently, pulling at the same time as if he also wanted you closer still, you sighed into his mouth, stretching even further up on your tiptoes as if it would help.

He made a sound of annoyance in the back of his throat and the next thing you knew his hands had traced down to your thighs and he lifted you up, placing you on the counter in front of him so you no longer had to stretch to reach him, all without breaking the kiss.

The new position made you basically the same height and as he slotted himself between your legs and they gently hooked around his waist, you tightened your hold on his shoulders so your chests were flush together. His one hand went back to its previous position of being tangled in your hair, thumb gently rubbing the skin on your neck, and the other reached up to cup the side of your cheek sweetly.

Kissing was not new to you, you were a grown up for fuck’s sake and had had a boyfriend before. Yet right here and right now, kissing Taehyung, if felt different. Maybe was his insanely sweet confession before, maybe it was the fact that you had been secretly harbouring a crush on him for a while, hell, maybe it was because he was just so damn beautiful to look at, it made you wonder how he even managed to like someone like you. But one thing was for sure, it was the best you’d ever experienced in your 23 years of life and you couldn’t really find the will to want to stop, even though you needed a breath longer than the ones between kisses.

There weren’t any fireworks or sparks flying to make it great, but rather it made your skin tingle and created an incredible warmth all through your body that you only ever felt when you went to visit your mom and dad.

Home.

You were both so caught up in the moment, lost in each other, that when you heard a shout outside, you both whipped your head in that direction to see what it was.

“Yah, all you bastards owe 25 000 Won each, I called it!”

It was Hoseok.

And the rest of BTS.

Peering at you through the window with matching grins on their faces.

“Fuck!” You hid your face against Taehyung’s chest and he chuckled and wrapped his arms around you. “They had to give me heart failure and embarrass the hell out of me at the same time, didn’t they?”

“It’s kind of their thing,” He murmured in your ear, “But it’s a good thing I locked the door from the inside right?” He finished and pulled back to wink at you, making your blush return.

“You sneaky little devil.” You smirked at him and watched in amusement as the rest of BTS tried -and failed- to enter the café, stopping to look at both of you in shock while still holding onto the door handle and trying to pull it open.

“Come on, unlock the door please noona.” Jungkook and Jimin begged from outside and you just looked at them blankly before holding a hand up to your ear.

“Sorry, I can’t hear you, the door’s locked.” You shouted back, laughing when they pulled almost matching sulking faces. “And I told you to stop calling me noona.” You added as an afterthought which Taehyung choke on a laugh in front of you.

“Y/N-ah, please let us in, or at least me. Jin-hyung and Yoongi-hyung won’t stop smacking me for referring to them as bastards when they know I didn’t mean it like that.” Hoseok yelled, rattling the door as if it would help and looking at you with pleading eyes.

“That’s your own fault for betting on us.” Taehyung called back, rolling his eyes for only you to see and you giggled in response.

“Fine, then we’re leaving you here and you can find your own way home.” Hoseok retorted childishly.

“That’s okay, I can drop him back at the dorms later, I don’t mind.” You were smiling at Taehyung as you said this and he looked down at you, his box grin gracing his still swollen lips and his eyes sparkling.

“Really, you don’t mind?” He softly asked and you shook your head ‘no’.

With that, he leaned forward to place another kiss on your lips and you immediately responded, the kiss being something much slower, sweeter and gentler this time. You started softly running your fingers through his hair and he sighed into the kiss, leaning more towards you.

You heard a collective, “Get a room!” from outside and just lifted your hand that wasn’t in Taehyung’s hair, to flip them off.

That just made them laugh and while Jin jokingly called out a “Rude!”

There was also a, “That’s my boy!” from Yoongi to Taehyung.

A, “That’s my girl!” from Namjoon to you.

And a collective, “Bye!” from them all, although you swear you heard Jungkook say “Bye noona!” Which normally would have been enough for you to correct him, but you normally didn’t have Taeyhung’s lips attached to your own so you let it slip, just this once.

All of this went on outside but you and Taehyung ignored them all, rather focusing on each other until you needed to lean back for some air.

“Tae?” You quietly mumbled, forehead resting against his shoulder as he placed soft kisses on you neck.

“Yeah?” He responded just as quietly, his breath against your skin making your shiver slightly and lean into him more, wrapping your arms around him in a hug as you rested your head on his chest.

“Something’s been bugging me about your confession.”

He stopped lazily trailing his hand up and down your spine and leaned back a little, other hand sliding out of your hair and back to your chin to tilt it up.

“What is that?”

You smiled and shook your head at the slight look of concern on his face, moving a hand to smooth out the furrow between his eyebrows.

“Not like that silly, don’t look worried. It’s just, you said you tried to message me loads of times, but nothing ever seemed right.” He nodded at this, about to speak, but you placed a finger against his lips.

“Tae, you were honest with how you felt about me, so I’m going to be honest now too. I’ve had the biggest crush on you and liked you now for ages. Whenever you came in here with Yoongi and I heard you talking about girls, it made me think I’d never stand a chance with you. And I’ve already told what an amazing person you are, which is what made me like you in the first place, but mostly it’s that you make me feel like I can be completely myself around you and not have to worry about anything. So the fact that you were too scared to say anything because you were worried it wouldn’t be good enough? You could’ve just said ‘hi’ and it would have been more than enough.”

You managed to get everything out while meeting Taehyung’s gaze and it was completely worth it as you watched the happiness bloom in his eyes and his box grin claim his face.

Taking you by surprise he leaned forward and once again claimed your lips with his own, kissing you with so much force and passion that it made you gasp and he easily slipped his tongue inside, his one hand resting on your waist as the other wrapped around your back, holding you as close to him as possible.

The hand in his hair tightened slightly when he’d made you gasp, which in turn made him groan lowly into your mouth, while your other hand ran up and down back tracing unknown patterns. Your legs squeezed him closer to you of their own accord, and at some point his lips left yours, only to trail across your cheek and jaw, down your neck and back up as if looking for something. Clearly they found it when you sucked in a breath through your teeth when they landed on your sweet spot, and he stopped to assault the spot until you knew there would be a mark there tomorrow, kissing it softly when he was done before returning his lips back to yours.

Eventually though the kiss slowed down, back into something gentle and sweet, and Taehyung pecked your lips several times -and your nose once- before leaning back to meet your gaze.

“Hi.”

[mugica]

1 through 99, love u babe

YOU ABSOLUTE ASSHOLE!!! i love you too

putting it all under a readmore

1: Do you sleep with your closet doors open or closed?

I sleep with them open so they can smell okay.

2: Do you take the shampoos and conditioner bottles from hotel?

I COLLECT THEM. I’M NOT KIDDING.

3: Do you sleep with your sheets tucked in or out?

Tucked in. I’m messy.

4: Have you ever stolen a street sign before?

Nope. Never.

5: Do you like to use post-it notes?

Yeah, they’re very helpful for someone as forgetful as me.

6: Do you cut out coupons but then never use them?

No. I use my coupons.

7: Would you rather be attacked by a big bear or a swarm of a bees?

I have a bee phobia. So I would rather be (and have been) attacked by a big bear.

8: Do you have freckles?

YES!! I AM PROUD OF MY FRECKLES!!!

9: Do you always smile for pictures?

Nope. 

10: What is your biggest pet peeve?

WHEN PEOPLE STOP MY HYPERNESS just kidding, when people act innocent when they’re not innocent at all.

11: Do you ever count your steps when you walk?

Yeah, I do!

12: Have you ever peed in the woods?

Yes, I have.

13: What about pooped in the woods?

Not that I recall.

14: Do you ever dance even if theres no music playing?

Yeah, and when music is on, I do backflips, and all that shit.

15: Do you chew your pens and pencils?

Yes. Yes I do. Which is why I was a chewable toy on the top of them.

16: How many people have you slept with this week?

12. My plushies are people, right? And snuggle them and sleep with them tight.

17: What size is your bed?

A single.

18: What is your Song of the week?

Uhh

19: Is it okay for guys to wear pink?

Yeah of course wtf.

20: Do you still watch cartoons?

This is the dumbest question to ask me. But yes.

21: Whats your least favorite movie?

Ahh, um. Don’t have one. Oh wait. No. Alpha and Omega.

22: Where would you bury hidden treasure if you had some?

In my bra.

23: If you're a girl, bra size? If you're a guy, pants size?

Bra size - 28G

24: What do you dip a chicken nugget in?

Barbecue sauce.

25: What is your favorite food?

Sea bass sashimi.

26: What movies could you watch over and over and still love?

Uh, that would happen to be any Disney movie (I’m not kidding.) OR... here’s this for a change, Legally Blonde or Mean Girls. me? like live action movies? what a shock.

27: Last person you kissed/kissed you?

NICK!!!

28: Were you ever a boy/girl scout?

I was a part of this girl troop but it was only a summer. So no, not really.

29: Would you ever strip or pose nude in a magazine?

Yes

30: When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper?

Left a letter outside to my sister’s spirit two months ago.

31: Can you change the oil on a car?

Nope, I can’t.

32: Ever gotten a speeding ticket?

Uh.... No.

33: Ever ran out of gas?

Nope.

34: Favorite kind of sandwich?

Turkey and cheese.

35: Best thing to eat for breakfast?

A huge breakfast with pancakes, eggs, bacon, sausage etc etc.

36: What is your usual bedtime?

7 AM.

37: Are you lazy?

Yes.

38: When you were a kid, what did you dress up as for Halloween?

Never celebrated halloween :(

39: What is your Chinese astrological sign?

Earth Tiger represent.

40: Are you horny?

Yes

41: Do you have any magazine subscriptions?

I do! I’m subscribed to Kera!, ageha and Baby the Stars Shine Bright catalog. ...Yeah a lot of lolita and fairy kei stuff.

42: Which are better legos or lincoln logs?

Lego.

43: Are you stubborn?

Yes.

44: Who is better...Leno or Letterman?

Leno.

45: Ever watch soap operas?

Nope. I get bored and I’m like THEY’RE TOO DRAMATIC!

46: Are you afraid of heights?

Only small heights like more than one step, a big step, a chair height, etc etc.

47: Do you sing in the car?

No.

48: Do you sing in the shower?

YES.

49: Do you dance in the car?

Nope.

50: Ever used a gun?

Yes!

51: Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer?

Months ago.

52: Do you think musicals are cheesy?

I LOVE MUSICALS WTF THIS IS INSULTING ME.

53: Is Christmas stressful?

Yeah, it is.

54: Ever eat a pierogi?

I was eating one earlier lol.

55: Favorite type of fruit pie?

BLUEBERRY!!!

56: Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid?

A ton. Mathematician, inventor, animator (i still want that)

57: Do you believe in ghosts?

Yes, I do. I really do believe in ghosts and I have seen them.

58: Ever have a Deja-vu feeling?

ALL the time.

59: Take a vitamin daily?

I’m supposed to but I DON’T

60: Wear slippers?

Nope.

61: Wear a bath robe?

Yes.

62: What do you wear to bed?

Nothing

63: First concert?

West-Life with my mom.

64: Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart?

What? Uh I’m going with Target because I remember what going into a Target feels like.

65: Nike or Adidas?

Adidas.

66: Cheetos Or Fritos?

Cheetos.

67: Peanuts or Sunflower seeds?

PEANUTS!!!!! AND CASHEWS. 

68: Ever hear of the group Tres Bien?

Nope.

69: Ever take dance lessons?

YES. I did! 

70: Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing?

Law, because that’s what he wants to study.

71: Can you curl your tongue?

Yep. and wiggle my ears.

72: Ever won a spelling bee?

French spelling bee, though, yes

73: Have you ever cried because you were so happy?

Yes, dude wtf I always cry.

74: Own any record albums?

One, and only one. Florence’s How Big How Blue How Beautiful.

75: Own a record player?

No.

76: Regularly burn incense?

Yes. I do, I love incense.

77: Ever been in love?

Yeah, I have. And currently am.

78: Who would you like to see in concert?

FLORENCE + THE MACHINEEEE and porter robinson and madeon.

79: What was the last concert you saw?

I don’t remember but I think it was Enrique Iglesias.

80: Hot tea or cold tea?

HOT TEA WHAT THE FUCK HOW DARE YOU SERVE TEA COLD THAT’S SO DISGRACEFUL TEA IS BEST SERVED HOT IF YOU DONT SERVE IT HOT YOU ARE BEING AN ABSOLUTE MADMAN AND DISGRACING THE TEA GODS WITH THE BLESSING YOU HAVE YOU PUT THE TEA BAG IN HOT TEA AND YOU TAKE IT OUT SO ITS NOT RUINED, ADD SUGAR AND MILK AND YOU STIR AND YOU HAVE PERFECT TEA WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU

81: Tea or coffee?

LOOK TO THE ANSWER ABOVE AND YOU’LL KNOW.

82: Sugar or snickerdoodles?

Sugar!

83: Can you swim well?

Only underwater.

84: Can you hold your breath without holding your nose?

Yeah. And I can hold it for 10 minutes.

85: Are you patient?

Depends.

86: DJ or band, at a wedding?

DJ.

87: Ever won a contest?

I won swimming competitions, ballet competitions, 100 meter sprints etc etc.

88: Ever have plastic surgery?

No.

89: Which are better black or green olives?

I wouldn’t know, I hate both.

90: Can you knit or crochet?

Yup! I knit all my sweaters, actually.

91: Best room for a fireplace?

Living room, so you warm up while doing your normal shit.

92: Do you want to get married?

Uh yeah, sort of the point of dating. But yes, I do want to get married.

93: If married, how long have you been married?

GEE WELL I’VE BEEN DATING HIM FOR ALMOST 9 MONTHS WE COULD HAVE HAD A KID.

94: Who was your HS crush?

I’ll take this as a celebrity crush and it’s still Dan Howell.

95: Do you cry and throw a fit until you get your own way?

lol no I only do it as a joke.

96: Do you have kids?

Do my plushies count as my children? I care for them as such.

97: Do you want kids?

LOTS OF THEM.

98: Whats your favorite color?

Mint! Green!

99: Do you miss anyone right now?

My boyfriend, my sisters, my brother, yes a lot of people. I also miss people who have done me harm but are healing.

OKAY IM DONE BACK TO DANCING

[in2itauthor]

BEST FRIEND

Originally posted by isaacvoo

What should you do when you have feelings for your best friend, the person who takes care of you? You and Isaac has been best friends for more than a year and now he’s debuting in boyband while you’re by his side supporting him. And suddenly he has a free day after a month and decides for you and him to hang out for a full day. But what should you do when your feelings is in the way? Should you confess? Or should you just keep quiet. Genre: FLUFF Words: 3478

Pairing: Isaac | Reader Authors Note: Here you have a fluffy imagine of Isaac as your best friend aka crush! :))

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It’s November. That means chilly weather, Halloween and darkness. Something you do wonder why it’s depressing going out of the door turing these times. Is it because we are afraid of darkness and the cold, or are we just imagining November as a bad month. Like something bad is going to happen. But nothing ever happens, does it? You never thought that your autumn would be this boring as it is. It was scheduled to be full of plans, full of concerts to attend. But after the news in the end of June where the tickets were late, you just hade to realize that the autumn would be boring and full of stupid pop quizzes in school. Being a student is not fun at all, but at least it’s only three hours, and not eight.

The news are still repeating in your head like an alarm that wakes you up during the morning. As if it was meant to become your inner alarm.

28/6 BOYS24 LIVE_The Last Ticket Open]

<BOYS24 LIVE>, the concert filled with BOYS’ sweat and effort since the first show on September 22, 2016

And after ten months, we’re finally closing the curtain on BOYS24 LIVE with the 260th show.

For these shows of the last ticket opening, each shuffled unit will hold the fan meeting!

And also Unit YELLOW/SKY/GREEN/WHITE are back for you!!

Stay with BOYS to the end and see you at BOYS24 Hall :)

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*The last ticket opening

- Fanclub Reservation : July 3 (Mon) 6pm ~ 7:30pm

- General Reservation : July 3 (Mon) 8pm

BOYS24 LIVE

NOW SHOWING

It’s like the memory from that day won’t disappear from your brain. You were one of those fans who attended all of ”Unit White”s concerts without missing a single one. Even if you had 40 degrees of fever, you still attended the concert. BOYS24 Hall was your home from the day it all started until the day it all ended. You even got to know some of the members from the Survival Show. And one of them became your best friend, Isaac Voo.

Isaac is the first Malaysian guy in the world who got the chance to debut in a KPOP group. And you of all people got the chance to get to know this guy to the deepest. He is the guy who makes your days brighter when you are depressed. Sometimes he knows it without being there or talking to you. Suddenly you can get a text message with the following text,

젝: I ordered pizza for you. I’ll be outside of your place in 2 hours with donuts and chocolate Having him as your best friend is the best thing you could’ve ever ask for. And you’re gratefully thankful for that. It’s just, he’s also the guy that your heart beats for in a way, where you want him to be more than your friend. You have feelings for him which you have to keep that as a secret, if you don’t want to break your friendship. Because you of all people would know that you’re not beautiful enough to date this guy. And he’s not allowed to date either, so why even tell him.

Today is not a usual day, because today is IN2ITs free day after a month. Both you and Isaac have made plans for this day ever since you met at the debut showcase in October. After the final in August, you and Isaac didn’t meet so much. You met three times where he came to your dorm with food and candy. But that’s about it. And then you met at the debut showcase. But you’re texting each other every day. The bad part about everything is that you’re friend zoned to 100%. He named you Little Sister in his phone. So he sees you as his sister basically.

젝: Goodmoooooooooorning! I’ll see you at 2pm outside of Exit 3 in Hapjeong! Y/N: Seeeeee you sooooooon voodoo! 젝: Stop with the voodoo thing! >:( Y/N: Nope! It ain’t happening voodoo! 젝: Then I’ll just call you trashcan! Y/N: Aww am I that ugly?? 젝: Ofc trashcan :* You look at your phone one last time before putting on your fixer spray. You look at yourself in the mirror analyzing the usual jeans and hoodie style you have. You turn your eyes towards the black skirt that hangs inte closet right behind you. You shake your head while trying to think that you’re just meeting a friend, not going on a date. But you end up trying the skirt out with a cute top over. You look at yourself in the mirror again and nod your head while walking to your desk again. You make some light curls in your hair before walking out.   Living in Sindorim makes it quite easy for you to take yourself to Hapjeong, since it’s the same subway line. You hear the sound of the doors opening and you run down the stairs into the train while looking around at the people that are now facing you. You walk towards the empty seat and and put your earphones in you ears after sitting down. Really Really of WINNER is now playing and you look nervously out of the window.

”Next subway station is Hapjeong” the speaker says. You stand up and walks towards the door with your heart beating really fast. You walk up the stairs and search for exit 3. You look up the stairs and give out a slight sigh before walking up. You see Isaac standing with his eyes on his phone. You bite your lip in a nervous mode while walking towards him.

”Y/N” You look up at him and meet the astounded look in his eyes. He looks like he’s out of words while analyzing your choice of outfit. You smile towards him while feeling your heart trying to get your attention.

”Hello Voodoo”

”My name is not Voodoo you tr…trash..trashcan” he says while stuttering. You look at him and then turn your face towards the the ground.

”You don’t have to make it clear for me that I’m ugly though”

”No Y/N! You’re really beautiful, but I must ask”

”Ask what?” you say while looking at him again studying his face features. Is this the moment where he’s going to ask you, if you want to do plastic surgery?

”Are you going on a date after our activity?”

You look at him quite dumbfounded and then shake your head not knowing what he means. He gives you the ”you’re well dressed” look. You sigh and roll your eyes.

”Just because I’m not wearing a hoodie and jeans, doesn’t mean that I’m going on a date”

”Uhm… Y/N… yes it does! You only dress up when you’re meeting someone you like. You know that time where we were meeting Sung…” you cut him off.

”So what if I’m meeting my boyfriend afterwards? What does that have to do with you?”

”So you have a boyfriend?”

”Since when do you care…? ”

”Wow you’re moody” he says rolling his eyes at you. You look at the ground while bowing in an apology. Your hear his sigh and you start walking with him towards the dog cafe. You bite your lip with a shame.

You are greeted by the active dogs running around when you enter the dog cafe. You take out your 10,000 won and are ready to pay your part when Isaac takes out his card to pay for both of you. You look at him, but he ignores you and pays.  You walk towards a table and you follow his movement when he’s hanging up his jacket. You hold your hand infront of his face with the money and he look at the money and then at you.

”No, put it in your wallet”

”Why are you paying! It’s expensive..”

”Y/N I was the one who wanted to meet you today right? I haven’t been able to meet you for a month, so I owe you”

”You know I hate when people pay for me”

”Well if it makes you that irritated, then just consider this as a date” he says while raising his voice a little. You gulp at the thought of a date with him and put your money back in your wallet before hanging your jacket on the garment hanger. You sit down following his movement towards the drink corner getting two coke for you.

A dog jumps up in your knee asking for attention. You cuddle with the small dog and look towards Isaac who already looks at you while smiling. You smile towards him and continues cuddling with the dog.

”So Y/N, how’s your month been?” Isaac asks.

”Boring I guess! It’s the same thing everyday you know. School and coffee”

”So you haven’t been celebrating halloween?”

”No, I’m scared of clowns” you say while looking down at the sleeping dog.

”Who said that there needs to be clowns?” he asks while laughing. You look at him and roll your eyes at his comment.

”I’ve been waiting for a call that never came, so I didn’t go to the halloween parties that my friends invited me to”

”Were you waiting for your prince to call you?” he asks while making a funny face. You look at him and then down on the dog without answering.

It would be awkward to tell him that you were waiting for him to call you and say that he would watch a scary movie with you, like you did last year. He would laugh at you and think of you as a ridiculous loser. It was true that you said no to the invites that you got. All of them told you that he wouldn’t call, and yet you had your hopes up.

”Eyyyyy I’m waiting for an answer” he calls out making you look at him again. You give out a sigh before giving him the small dog.

”I’m going to the big dogs” you say before leaving him. You walk into the big dog area where they were playing around. You smile while greeting the dogs that runs up to you. You spend at least ten minutes there before Isaac comes walking to you. You look at him when he sits down next to you.

”You’re acting weird” he says quietly.

”Sorry.. I just had a tough month with exams and everything”

”Ahh.. I’m sorry trashcan”

You laugh at your nickname and take his hand before putting it on the big dog infront of you. What you don’t notice is how he’s studying your face when you talk to the dog. How his heart beats for you too. How he’s been texting with Inho for the last ten minutes discussing if he’s going to tell you his feelings or not.

Yet both of you say nothing.

3 hours goes by faster than both of you expected. You see him looking at his phone while drinking up the last drops of coke. You study his face features again while letting your hand touching his cheek carefully. His eyes goes from the bottle to your eyes, and his hand touches yours. draw with your fingers slowly while thinking. Your eyes goes from your fingers towards his eyes. You look in each others eyes for a while. You feel your heart beating really hard and all you wanna do is to feel his touch, to feel him near you.

A dog starts barking and your hand searches for your legs immediately and you gulp by the action you’ve just done. You don’t know where to look and your whole face must be flushed by a red color.

”Oh shit.. It’s late! We need to go to the restaurant” Isaac says looking down on his phone. You nod your head and walk out of the dog cafe forgetting your jacket.

”Y/N! I think you forgot something” Isaac says behind your back while laughing. You turn around and see your jacket in his hand. You laugh a little and reach out for your jacket while he puts his arm in the air.

”Eyyy give me it” you say.

”Nooooope trashcan”

”Okay, so what do I need to do?”

”You have to hug me and..”

”And what?”

”Hold my hand the rest of the night”

”Seriously?” you ask while looking at him dumbfounded. He laughs while nodding his head eagerly.

You think about it for a while. All you’ve ever dreamed of the last couple of months is feeling his heat, holding his hands, being near him. But is that good for him?

”O..okay” you say stuttering. He smiles towards you and laughs a little because of your stuttering. Isaac knows how innocent you really are.

”That’s right!!” he shouts out making you laugh. You give him the warmest hug you can give and you smile towards his neck. You don’t want to let him go.

”Hand” he says in a command. You take his hand carefully while he braces your fingers together. You look at him and then at the ground smiling.

You walk towards Hongdae while breathing in the November smell. It’s a bit cold, but holding hands helps keeping you warm.

”Such a beautiful couple, I wish we met at a young age” an old lady says to her husband while looking at us. Both of us looks at them and my eyes goes directly to Isaac. Do we look like a couple? You look down at your outfit and then at his. It’s pretty similar.

”We are a nice couple Y/N” Isaac says turning his face to you. You look at him and nod your head slightly before laughing a little.

”We might look good as a couple, but we’re not sooo” you say making him take a step closer to you while putting his lips towards your ears. You gulp and close your eyes.

”Today we are”

You are a loss of words. You start walking over the big road and all you can think about is him being your boyfriend for the night. You don’t really know what he meant by that, or if he’s serious. You don’t know anything at all. All you know is that you’re totally in love with him.

You walk towards the restaurant you used to go to before he debuted. You walk up the stairs still holding his hand and you get a seat by the window, so you can see the street performers dance outside.

”Wait here, I’ll go and get the meat” Isaac says before disappearing. You look after him and immediately takes your phone out to text him.

Y/N: What did you mean by that? You watch him put the meat on the grill before looking down at his phone. His eyes goes from his phone up to your eyes. You look away and study the meat instead.

젝: That you’re my girlfriend for tonight. I’ll treat you like you’re mine. No paying, much cuddling and the things boyfriends do! ;)

You look at your phone while blushing.

Y/N: Can you buy me a teddybear?

He laughs from his side and you look up at him while smiling. He cuts the meat while looking at you with a cute smile.

”You want a teddybear huh?” he asks.

”I’ve always dreamt about that.. That’s what boyfriends do you know”

”Then I’ll just buy you the biggest teddybear I find” he says while smiling big. You smile towards him.

”That’s right” you say in a typical Isaac way. He laughs and says the same thing.

You eat the food with a pleasure. You speak about everything that has happened recently and you smile while listening to his stories about what he’s been doing. Seeing him happy is the best view you’ve ever seen. You look at him while drinking some water.

”Here, eat” he says while holding some meat and lettuce in his hand. You open your mouth and eat it while looking at him proudly. He smiles towards you and give you a slight wink. You blush a little before looking away.

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Walking in the streets of Seoul is really cozy at night. You hold Isaacs hand while walking down a small hill, looking at the houses around. You look at the teddy bear that you’re holding with your other arm. It’s empty around you and the only thing you can hear is the sound of Isaac singing on Amazing. You give out a yawn and look at the street.

”Are you tired?” Isaac asks while looking at you.

”Mm a little..”

”You want to go home??”

”No.. I don’t want this moment to be over”

He pulls you closer and puts his arm around your waist instead. You look at him while smiling a little. He smiles back which makes your knees weak.

”We can go to your place and and sleep there.. so you can see me when you wake up” he says with a funny voice. You laugh a little but nod your head in a reply.

He calls out for a cab on the big street and you go home to your dorm. You put your head on his shoulder and look out of the window. He takes your hand and you smile while looking at his thumb that goes up and down. For a moment, you feel yourself falling asleep. But you wake up by the car stopping for red light. You look out of the window adjusting to where you are.

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You enter your room while letting him in after you. He locks the door and you sit down on your bed and look at him. He jumps over you which makes you fall onto the bed while laughing.

”Goodnight bed”

”Since when am I your bed?”

”Since now, today during this moment”

”But I don’t wanna be your bed”

”Hmm… ” he hums while moving to beside you instead of over. You study his face which makes him doing the same thing.

”Y/N”

”Mm?”

”Would you ever date a kpop idol?” he asks all of the sudden. You look at him and then laugh a little.

”Ofc, my dream you know! No.. But I don’t know”

”Why?”

”I’m not beautiful enough, and he wouldn’t have time to date me.. and there’s only one idol I would date”

”Yeah Yoon Jeonghan, we all know” he says while laughing. You shake your head slowly while sitting up.

”Really?”

”Mm.. I wouldn’t date him”

”Who then? Kim Taehyung?”

”No.. ”

”Which kpop band?”

”IN2IT” you say while smiling. He sits up beside you while putting one arm around you. You can feel him smiling and you look at the poster.

”So Inho?”

”I would date you Isaac! You are so stupid! Pabo!”

”Ohhhhh me? You’re going to date your best friend?”

”Mm.. You’re like a boyfriend to me right now, without the kissing part” you say while laughing. He laughs and starts to tickle you. You laugh and try to get his hands off you.

”THAT’S RIGHT!” he shouts. You hit him.

”Eyy be quiet”

”I’m the best boyfriend ever”

”yeah yeah get over it already”

”Nope”

”Okay it’s your turn, could you date someone who’s not an idol?”

”I already have a girlfriend, so yes”

”Y…You have?” you stutter. You can feel your heart breaking into a million pieces. You hug the teddybear.

”Mm.. shocked?”

”Can you go home?”

”Whyyy?”

”I want to be alone” you say hugging your teddybear closer. You walk towards the door when you feel his arms around your waist backhugging you. You stare at the door. He puts his lips towards you ear.

”That girlfriend is you, beautiful”

”M..Me?” you stutter turning around.

”I like you trashcan”

”No you don’t! I have the name little sister in your phone”

”It’s for my manager to not get suspicious, stupid”

”Really?”

”Mm.. Did you think i friend zoned you?”

”Yeah.. ”

He laughs while taking some hair off from your face. You look up at him and drop your teddybear to the floor. You study his face and and look from his eyes down to his lips. You gulp.

”Y/N you’re really beautiful”

”Isaac.. I..” he cuts you off.

You feel his lips on yours. The heat goes like vibe from your toes up to your head. You move your lips towards him and kiss him slowly but with love. You put your arms around his neck while his hands hugs your waist and pulls you closer to him. You kiss each other for what seems to be an eternity. You feel your lips form into a smile towards his lips before looking into his eyes.

”That’s right!!” he says making you laugh.

”Mm that’s right.. I like you too”

”Does this mean that you’re officially my girlfriend?”

”That’s right”