#anyways i had just dyed my hair pink when season 1 came out back in like 2022 and also i am mean. so i think thats the resemblance

[blueskittlesart]

hey blue have you watched arcane

no but i have been told multiple times by multiple people that 1. i would like it and 2. i am strikingly similar to the dyke with the pink hair

[andilovetowrite]

Tough Love (Part 2)

Peter Parker x Enemy!Reader

Summary: Peter Parker and I have always had a tense relationship, but there was always a line that you wouldn’t pass. What happens when one day you do, and there are horrible repercussions? Will you and Peter make up, or will it be an endgame for you?

Warnings: A bit of angst, and fighting, but a lot of fluff in the end.

Here is the request it is based on!

Here is my Masterlist as well, in case you wanna check out my fanfics :)

Word Count: 1.7k

“Are you really going to ignore me forever?”, you asked Peter, buckling up your seatbelt. It had been a week after your flight, and you two hadn’t said a word to each other. You had tried to apologize several times, but it was hard when Peter skipped school just to avoid you, and while training, he made sure to stay out of your radius.

So you didn’t really have a wide variety of ways to say sorry to him. There were no insults thrown at each other, no teasing and definitely no normal conversations. Even now, Peter just looked away, his jaw clenched shut at the question you asked. Sighing, you turned away, focusing on the floor rather than Nat’s questioning eyes. Everyone in the compound could see something had happened. Usually, your dad had to separate you two from biting each other’s heads off, with the rest of the team cheering either one on. But this week? It had been pitch silence at the compound.

You could pretend you didn’t care, but you did. A lot. When MJ had called you up after the fight, you had been a mess. And maybe, just maybe, it was because you wanted the conversation in the closet to go well. “Well” in a way that you finally told Peter you liked him, and hopefully, he reciprocated it. But the cards were definitely not in your favour, because the day ended with him storming out, and leaving a red-faced, teary-eyed mess behind.

“Okay team, here is how it’s going to go”, Tony said from the front of the jet, looking back at the 4 of us. “Nat and Steve, you two work on getting rid of all the guards inside the place, and I will patrol the outside. Once all the threats are taken out, Y/N and Peter can get in easily and retrieve the Hydra files. It should be easy enough-”

“No”, Peter muttered, looking up, his eyes dark. “I’ll stay with Steve. Nat can go with her”, he said, jerking his head towards you. You could feel your throat close up, as you took a deep breath, opting not to say anything. The entire jet went quiet, all the eyes on you. Not knowing what to say, you just nodded, not taking your eyes off the floor.

Instantly, Peter felt bad. He knew you were trying to make amends, but to what? Just so you could go back to fighting 24/7 every day? He didn’t want that, not in a billion years. So he just shut you down or ignored you anytime you spoke to him. It was better than getting his heart broken again anyway. But now looking at you, head down, biting your lip, he almost felt like reaching out to you, but the plane lurched forward, indicating you guys had landed.

“Alright team, let’s do this”, Tony said, looking hard at you. “And remember safety first. This isn’t a hard mission, so we can be in and out in 15 minutes”

At least that’s what he thought. When Steve and Peter went out to get rid of the soldiers, they were immediately outnumbered, by a lot. Calling in Nat, the four of them kept fighting, giving you a straight passageway to the secret room.

“Y/N, you alright sweetie?”, Tony asked, grunting as he got hit again. You said yes, ducking away from a guy’s view, pushing him out of a window with your powers.

“Yeah, no one is here”, you said, pushing your way into the room, the files just lying there on the table. “But it seems too easy-”, you began, but the minute you touched the paper, the room exploded.

Bright, hot heat clouded your vision as you were thrown back, your suit feeling like it was on fire. Trying to move away, the last thing you could remember was Peter’s voice in your ear, crying out as your eyes closed, giving in to the sticky darkness that swallowed you.

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“Y/Nnnnn”, you heard Tony’s voice call out to you, “c’mon, get up”. You could feel your eyes start to flicker open as a sharp pressure was applied to your head.

“Ugh”, you groaned, trying to dull the pounding ache in your head. Pushing your hands up, you couldn’t help but wince, a burning pinch travelling up your arm.

“Woah woah woah, relax little Stark”, Steve said, pushing you softly back down, “you have heavily burnt your hands. I would refrain from even lifting them up”

“Wha-”, you asked, looking at your dad. Tony sighed, telling Steve to go outside the room, as he came to stand next to you. You looked at him, still confused about what happened.

“Yo-you went to the main circuit and apparently, they anticipated it. Well...they anticipated Peter to be there instead of you. Some type of fiery air was released around you, which, based on Bruce’s experiment, showed that it would literally burn Peter from inside his suit.”, Tony stopped for a second, looking outside the door, “Um, since you weren’t wearing a suit, it didn’t have too much of a boiling effect, but it did cause some burns and severe blackouts-”

“How long was I out?”, you asked quietly, looking down at your arms, seeing the layers and layers of bandaging on them.

“About 2 days”, he said, looking at you closer. “Peter’s been out there the entire time, waiting for you to wake up” Tony chuckled, resting his hand on your shoulder. “I don’t know how many times I’ve told him to go home, but he just wouldn’t listen to me-”

“Where is he now?”, you asked, surprised he had stayed behind to see you. After your fight, you were so sure that the chances of making up(making out) with Peter were close to zero.

“He’s outsid-”

“Mr Stark, is she awake?”, a drowsy voice called out, as a disheveled Peter came inside the room, his eyes catching onto yours. “H-hey Y/N”, he mumbled, eyes wide as they scanned your body.

“So I’ll leave it to you then”, Tony said, backing away, but not before whispering something in Peter’s ear that made his entire face go pink. “I’ll be back in an hour, alright? Gotta go pick up Morgan from school” He waved you off, but you were too busy staring at Peter. Who, by the way, looked like a mess. His hair was sticking out in all places, his eyes were bloodshot, and clothes rumpled.

Yet, he still looked like your Peter. Hesitantly, he walked over, almost as if he was too scared to even come near you, but the moment he was close enough to hear you, you blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

“I’m so sorry”, you whispered. Peter’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“Why are you sorry? I’m the one who acted like a total dick!”, Peter exclaimed, and it was like a dam broke inside him, “y-you could’ve died Y/N! Why did I-”

“Peter, I’m fine, okay?”, you said, wanting badly to put your hand on his shoulder, but you couldn’t even do that. “And I’m sorry for what I said to you last week- i-it wasn’t right, and I didn’t even mean it-”

Suddenly, you were cut off, because Peter’s lips were on yours, kissing you as if his life depended on it. You froze for a second, but as he began to pull away, you surged forward, kissing him back.

You could’ve stayed that way forever, in the dim light of the hospital room, kissing your enemy(crush), but you both needed oxygen to live. Pulling back slightly, you kept your forehead on Peter’s, looking into his brown eyes, as his looked into yours.

“I-I needed to do that”, Peter whispered, and you understood. “With you almost dying, I couldn’t just-”

“I know”, you said back, smiling at him slightly.

“I’m in love with you Y/N”, Peter confessed, glancing briefly at you, but blushing down in embarrassment. Not responding for a couple seconds, he took it the wrong way, as he backed up, eyes starting to brim up with tears.

You were so shocked, you didn’t even realize that he was almost out of the room. Tyring to speak as loud as possible, you piped up, “If you leave now, you aren’t gonna be here to hear my declaration of love Pete”

Peter stopped, his hand on the doornob. “What?”

You smiled, staring at the familiar mop of curls. “Yeah, and if I start speaking as you go out, then Cap might think it’s for him, and that’s an awkward conversation waiting to happen”

“Wha- declaration of what?”, Peter asked, baffled.

Grinning at the dopey smile of his, you chuckled. “I like you too Peter. Hell, I love you”

Peter walked closer, “Wait, you aren’t just saying that out of pity right?”

You rolled your eyes, trying to sit up, “When have I ever done something out of pity Parker?”

“Never”, Peter replied, a smile taking over his features. He came and sat next to you, and as suddenly as he kissed you earlier, he did so again, this time whispering so close to your mouth, and so quietly, you weren’t sure if you even heard him. “We were literally at each other’s throats a week ago, and now-”

“We’re making out”, you said, smirking, “but do you want to change that? I’m sure I can find someone as equally crazy as you to make out with”

Peter shook his head, laughing. “Not at all...plus, as tough as it is loving you”, he said, giving you a chaste peck, “it’s well worth it”

“Mhm, tough love”, you agreed, smiling at your brown haired boy.

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Wow! Loved writing this, and even though it took a long time to update, I hope you enjoyed this, and I can't wait to write my next one :)

Ps. If you have the time, check out Season 2 of Never Have I Ever, on Netflix. It's awsome!

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*THE* mean-girl-dean-girl's Supernatural reboot MEGAPOST!

I'm gonna stick a little "keeping reading" here because hoooooo boy, this is a very long post.

Let's start with

Plot

Season 1

Dean kills John while they are out on a hunt in a crime of passion, but Dean doesn't remember because he blacked out. Cue Dean going to Stanford to get Sam and tell him "Dad's on a hunting trip... and he hasn't been home in a couple days."

The audience doesn't know what happened to John, but slowly figures it out with Dean and Sam as Dean slowly remembers what happened that night.

The entire first season, the boys are following the trail John left and fighting monsters as well. They find out Dean was with John, Sam realizes Dean has an unreliable memory, they have heart to hearts about their childhood and the fire, they find John's body, "how could you kill Dad?" but maybe Dean didn't kill dad, whooaaaaaa, misdirection.

It was actually good ole yeller eyes (Azazel) and he made it look like Dean killed John.

Okay, now let's move on to the first episode

Not sure how the opening would work, I would like the story of the fire to be revealed over the course of the first season, but maybe the opening scene could be a little bit of an establishing character relationships and backstory, idk, I haven't thought that far yet.

I'm thinking maybe it's like, Dean gets back to a motel room covered in blood and he listens to a voicemail on his phone from John saying he was on a hunt or something, I don't really know lol.

HOWEVER

I do know that after the intro rolls, we get a scene of Sam waking up to his alarm and "Nine to Five" by Dolly Parton starts playing.

Y'all know where this is going.

Cue a montage of Sam's normal Stanford college life (him sitting through lectures, walking through the campus with friends) spliced with scenes of Dean absolutely slaughtering a nest of vampires (or some other monsters, whatever works best.)

But

Now onto

Characters!!! (And descriptions)

Dean Winchester

Some lovely person on this site made edits of Dean with platinum blond hair and it made me feel some kind of way so we're doing that, homie's gonna have platinum blond hair

Side note about the hair, later when the brothers are running from the FBI he dyes it a dirty blond/light brown (insert jackles hair color controversy here) as a disguise.

He also gets tattoos because we were robbed.

Speaking of tattoos, concept: when Dean comes back from Hell, all of his tattoos are gone. His body is a clean slate, devoid of tattoos, scars, etc. So he gets his tattoos done all over again, which he doesn't mind because he made some bad, drunk tattoo decisions in his youth.

(And before you ask, yes, he does get one for Cas, either a bee or Cas's name in enochian, something cute.)

Dean goes to therapy after Sam gets sent to the Cage.

It's actually court mandated because he got in trouble, lol, he would never go to therapy on his own.

Along with the hair, Dean gets to be the grade A twunk we all know he is.

Sam Winchester

His hair gets longer in every scene he's in

No jk, but imagine

King of Microaggressions

Sam starts off like the sweetheart he is in season 1 but in later seasons he starts enjoying killing a little too much...

It's that demon blood, ba-by!!!

He brings up issues of morality to Dean, i.e. killing monsters who aren't hurting anyone. (Yes I know this is contradictory to my previous statement, but these two facets of Sam can and will coexist.)

Sam and Jess's relationship is explored further, meaning we'll need to start with a different inciting incident, but that's fine, I think everyone can agree fridgings are *(thumbs down)*

Sam doesn't truly know what happened the night of the fire until later, and then he understands why Dean is so protective of him.

Jess

She gets to live beyond the first episode

She is also trans

No, I don't feel like I have to explain myself and I won't 💜

She urges Sam to join Dean in a search for their brother, kind of gets pulled into the hunter lifestyle by association lol.

She dies on a rusty nail after fighting vampires on a routine hunt with Sam

No jk!!!

But imagine....

She's amazing and I love her and Lucifer also uses her as leverage against Sam and possesses her because I think that'd be cool.

She supports Sam 100% and also she and Dean are buddies, pals if you will.

She meets Cas Thee El and immediately she Knows, that is a homosexual.

She dies still so that we can have a Saileen Endgame but she's not dying the first episode or in a fridging. Not on my watch.

Castiel

He gets to keep his raw, light-fixture-exploding power.

I want more of that "I pulled you out of hell, I can throw you back in" energy except over dumb shit like Dean not cleaning up after himself.

He looks like a Dilf in every scene he's in, yeah, that's right, dilf with a capital D for *(GUNSHOTS)* *(gets sent to horny jail)*

Claire

She gets pink hair

And more time with Cas

And maybe a nose piercing

Feel like she should be able to kill a couple angels onscreen, punch a couple homophobes

She gets to meet Jack and teaches him swears and fun slang words.

She deserves it.

Jack

I says "that's my baby and I'm proud."

Jack starts off as a baby, but like Amara he grows up super quickly.

Like, baby to 11 year old in a couple days or less.

This is because Jack's emotional age on the show is on par with that of a 5th grader.

It's at this point when he's a young kid that he runs away from the Bunker and shenanigans ensue.

It's also at this point that Dean threatens to k*ll him.

(Still not sure if I want that in my Supernatural (threatened infanticide? In my Supernatural? It's more likely than you think) but we'll see. We'll see.)

Throughout a majority of season 13, Jack is like an 11 y.o. kid

Season 14 he's like a 16 y.o. teenager

Season 15 he's 21, you get the picture.

Listen, I love Alex Calvert a lot. He's great.

But Jack is a child and should be a child.

Kelly Kline

Kelly, baby, stay right where you are, you're perfect.

Eileen

SHE DOESN'T DIE

SHE GETS TO BE IN THE FINALE BECAUSE SHE'S AMAZING AND I LOVE HER.

BLURRY WIFE WHO? I ONLY KNOW SAILEEN ENDGAME!

She teaches Claire and Jack swears in sign-language. Castiel is not impressed.

John

J*hn W*nchester stans, DNI.

He's dead.

We only see him in flashbacks and only sometimes hear his voice in voice overs.

He's not "down the road" from Dean in Heaven, in fact he instead gets to wander around in some Purgatory like Hell for the rest of his time :)

People who get to say "fuck" on the show:

Cas (but only Once)

Jody

Bobby

Now onto other things

I want more of

Ghostfacers

(they need more screentime because I love them)

Dean/Benny

We know they had a thing.

They definitely had a thing.

Demon Dean

Again, I feel like more should've been done with this. All that build up for what, 2 episodes? was not utilized well at all.

Dean's Bisexuality

Straight Dean truthers DNI, my Supernatural is a show about love and being true to yourself

You think Supernatural is a show about 2 straight brothers fighting monsters?

Naw bitch, this is a show about the Gay Experience

He will get to have relations with men on this show.

Of course, only after John dies does he, y'know, display it. Maybe he kisses Cas on his dad's grave just to fuck John over, make him roll in grave.

We all agree John would be/is a homophobe piece of shit, right?

Okay, glad we're on the same page.

Dads

3 men and a baby with Jack is what I'm saying.

I love it when the Trio are father-figures to younger troubled characters they see themselves in, even better if it's like reluctant-but-loving father figure, oh, that trope gets me every time :'^)

Dadstiel and DadDean are my favorites, but I like it when Sam plays "Uncle Sam" to kids too lol.

"Fellas, is it gay to want a tight knit family with your husband, his son, his vessel's daughter, your brother, his wife, your cop mother figure and her wife and their adopted daughters? Asking for a friend."

Garth

Biggest flaw of Supernatural was underutilizing Garth.

I will never not be bitter that Garth was only in like, 7 episodes out of the whole 15 season series.

Every episode with Garth gets immediately 5 times better.

I love Garth.

Follow ups on characters who had entire episodes featured around them and then just... vanished???

This is mostly about Jesse, the magic kid whose imagination ruled an entire town like, his daddy was a demon and nothing came of that kid??? Only one episode about him?? No follow up???

KID CAN MANIPULATE REALITY AND WE'RE NOT GONNA GET A FOLLOW UP ON THAT?????

Uh, there was that one episode with Ennis the guy whose girlfriend was killed by a monster? I think?? Who we never see again, that was weird.

Tamara from season 3, episode 1.

And of course-

Cassie

She was so cool, and then we never saw her again :////

She gets to be a badass.

Religious imagery

As a former Catholic school student who has become for the most part, disillusioned with religion, religious imagery in TV shows like Supernatural make my brain go "brrrrrr."

Fun episodes!!!

Like, after season 6 or so, there's a drop in funny episodes

I'm talking Changing Channels, The French Mistake type stuff. (Scoobynatural is an outlier and should not be counted.)

So anyway

In my version we would have more fun episodes

I'm thinking

GENDER-SWAP EPISODE, BABY!!

(why they didn't do that in the original, we'll never know.)

An episode where Dean gets to wear eyeliner

That's it, end of post.

I want less

Racism

Yeah I feel like this is self explanatory, nearly every reoccurring character in SPN is white, and black side characters normally die in the episode they first appear in, or they'll be featured as a villain (Uriel, Raphael, Billie, etc)

Also there's a lot of... uh... asian fetishism featured in the show (what with "Busty Asian Beauties) that's really gross, also Kevin was a bit of a stereotype...

Also also it's super yucky how they kill the gods from other religions like???? Uh??? That's super disrespectful, let's not do that????

I know Supernatural is like, inherently racist because monsters are a separate race that are seen as some dangerous "other" that must be eradicated by hunters in a form of genocide-

Okay we won't get into that but

Still

Stop killing all your POC

Fridgings/Unecessary murders of female characters

I know Supernatural starts with a fridging, so this will be a hard thing to remedy, but

One death that really pissed me off was the death of Charlie

Yeah, that was pointless and we're not doing that. Charlie gets to live and be an awesome aunt to Jack.

And also Claire

Charlie Bradbury Superiority

Charlie and Garth get to meet because they're nerd/geek solidarity.

British Men of Letters

I fucking hate these guys

They're "litcherally" the worst.

The worst part is that the actors they have playing the British AREN'T. EVEN. BRITISH.

And you can tell

Uh, and that's all for now, I'll add more later.

tag list for people who liked my "if this post gets one like I'll post my SPN reboot masterpost" post.

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Thank you for the support, hope the wait was worth it.

[duskyskz]

- Erasure - 1

Hwang Hyunjin x Female Reader

With washed out, dyed pastel hair, sea salt and acrylic clinging to his jeans, Hwang Hyunjin expected to find himself many places that night. A jail holding cell. Under the abandoned train station bridge. Maybe even his own bedroom.

Your living room wasn't on the list.

Warnings - Some angst in later chapters, suggestive/smut, minor character death mentions, Hyunjin is an eboy and a little angsty, Changbin is doing his best as a big brother, slow burn (?)

A/N - Finally! Sorry for the delays, my head just hasn’t been with me this week;; I hope you enjoy this series as much as I am excited to write it. 

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The steady buzzing of your speakers fills the living room as you watched Changbin scroll through the Netflix home page. Both of you settle deep into the sofa, balancing a bowl of popcorn and chocolate between your knees. 

“Endgame? Homecoming, Nightmare on Elm Street?” Binnie flicks through the suggestions, and you shake your head in distaste. “I'm not watching that octopus documentary again!”

“You only hated it because you cried at the end.”

“She died! He had to look after her little babies! Your heart is too cold, too far gone for that level of compassion.” The last part of your brother's grumbles are cut off when you throw a burnt kernel at his forehead, barely missing his ear. 

There’s nobody else home. Nobody else ever comes home, either. It's been just you and Changbin for a while, and it's not all that terrible. He’s a few years older than you, having graduated last summer and now undertaking an apprenticeship at the village police station. It doesn't pay a stellar amount, but Changbin reassures you once he passes the trainee exams he’ll treat you to a new pair of winter boots and you can finally quit the ice cream parlour to focus on college. You tell him that even if he wins the lottery tomorrow, you'll work your own job. For all the support your elder brother gives you, you like having your own thing. It makes you feel a little more involved, a little more even than jsit washing the dishes and doing his laundry on days he’s too tired to move. 

The Thursday evening is reserved for you both, to catch up on the hours together you miss during the week when Changbin doesn't get back till you're fast asleep and you don't have the chance to say good morning. 

He’s been doing that a lot more recently. 

Sighing into his coffee, shaking his head at nobody in particular. It's easy to notice the signs of stress and overwork in his face, sunken and tired even on the weekends when he finishes early. 

“Do you wanna finish Teen Wolf?” The softness in his voice when he addresses you is the same, though. “We have three episodes left of this season, if you wanna binge.”

“Sure.” You want to ask him about the circles under his eyes. What’s got him coming home later and later because nothing ever happens in this town. “I'm still waiting on Derek’s redemption arc.”

You're twenty minutes into the episode when a vibration from your coffee table catches your attention. You glance at Changbin, but he ignores his ringtone, flipping it to silent.

It rings again, no music, but harsh vibrations drumming against the polished wood. 

And again.

Knowing he’s not picking up to make a point of it, you pause the show, nodding at the mobile he’s avoiding glancing at. “Go on. Pick up, it might be an emergency.”

“If it's an emergency they don't need an intern there.” Despite his words, Changbin shifts his position and you know he’s growing hesitant. 

“If it's an emergency all the more reason for you to be there and learn.” You state with more force behind your tone. “Why have your grades been dropping? You're coming home so late but your exams keep getting delayed -”

“My grades are fine!” Changbin never snaps at you, but the frustration in his voice is evident. “I'm fine. There's just - Just one case we're working on and I'm nearly there, I just need time.”

You shut your mouth, letting him speak.

“There’s this kid who keeps tagging the beach houses on Dawning Lane, and that shit  was expensive to put up last year. Some stupid, bored child that thinks a few cans of spraypaint and lung cancer are a good excuse for your adolescence. He’s not even that good… Just scribbles.”

His lips pout in a frustrated whine at the last phrase, and you know he’s more frustrated at the situation than he is at you or himself.

A beat of silence, interrupted by another ringtone - you almost reach for it yourself to check the caller ID and force him to pick up, before Changbin’s arm shoots out past you to snatch the device, slinking out the door and into the hallway. 

You aren't surprised when a few moments later, your brother���s head pokes nervously out the door frame - He's already got his coat on, waving his phone at you as an awkward goodbye. 

“I’ll see you in the morning, y/n.”

“Yeah, see ya.” You salute back, smiling to ease the tension in his shoulders, and it works a minimum. You won’t see him till the late evening at best.

The door clicks shut as soon as he turns around, leaving you surrounded by popcorn and empty space. You really aren't surprised - but it'd be pointless to deny you weren't hurt by another night alone with Teen Wolf playing idly through your TV speakers. Cold popcorn only did so much to soothe your heart, and the distance wedging itself recently between your sibling bond was hard to brush over, between missed calls and texts too often left unanswered. 

You just really miss your big brother.

 You commit yourself to Stiles Stilinsky instead, sighing into the blanket around your shoulders. Autumn rolls in quick by the seaside, making your calves prickle with goosebumps. It's nearing 11pm, you realise, picking up the -

Thump!

Your fingers freeze, hovering over the TV remote. Changbin wouldn’t be back yet, he never comes home the same night he leaves. 

“Bin?” You try it anyway, calling tentatively into the hallway. It’s still entirely black, void of disruption.

Clang!

That definitely came from your kitchen.

Armed with a half empty popcorn bowl and nerves of steel, you tiptoe into the other room. There’s a lump of something or someone crouched behind the dining table, and your grip around the glass dish tightens marginally despite the quivering of your knees, fumbling for the lightswitch without taking your eyes off the rising dark mass as it straightens its back. 

“S-Stay down! I have corn and I know how to use it!” You don’t have a fully formed plan yet, but you’re sure the sharp kernels will be of some importance. Fluorescent white light floods the kitchen, momentarily blinding both you and the intruder who now stands at full height. A steady 12 inches above you. 

“Ouch! Calm down, I’m not going to rob you!” He says, sounding almost exasperated at your defense of your own property. He still has his hands raised in defense, keeping the table between himself and you, and you’re grateful he hasn’t tried to knock your legs out from under you, yet. “I’m not here to steal your stuff.”

“What are you here for, then?” You lower the popcorn bowl, but don’t let it fall out of your grasp. He doesn’t seem dangerous - He doesn’t seem like he could manage clambering through the window you always leave ajar either, but here he clearly is. There’s something sticky and pink in his blonde hair, stains following down his shoulder blades all the way down the cuffs of his jeans. If anything, he looks...a little lost.

“It’s the address on the post-it note.” Your confusion must have been plainly obvious, because the boy elaborates, pulling a crumpled neon-green paper from his jacket. “The post-it note that man gave me. That’s what Changbin gave me.”

Perhaps you lack self preservation instincts, but there’s an uncertain vibration in his voice that makes you give up your weapon and attitude. 

“You know my brother?” 

“He told me if I really need to go somewhere, I can come here.” You watch slim fingers tug at the sleeves of his jacket as he measures with a weight akin to a glare. “He didn’t tell me it was his house, or that somebody else was living here.” 

Bold of him to accuse you of ruining his night plans. 

It really did only click in your head when you looked closer at his tangled hair, dried paint clumping it together at the ends of bleached blonde strands. The  artistic menace haunting your sea-side town was standing right on your tiled kitchen floor, and he looked downright miserable. 

And Changbin had invited him. 

Biting down the discomfort at realising how little Changbin had been telling you recently,  you set the popcorn down on the table, you take in the threat currently three feet before you. A tall, lanky boy, with odd shoelaces and a sharpie sticking out of his trouser pocket. His hair hasn’t been cut in a while, and probably brushed either - it’d be generous to say he ran more than a stressed hand through it anytime recently. Though chapped, his full lips and wide eyes made him look far too innocent for his own good, and you blamed your soft heart for finding the boy kinda cute. 

He did have a leaf stuck above his ear, though. 

You almost reached up to remove it.

“Do you wanna watch Teen Wolf?”  You break the quiet that settled, already shuffling your feet out into the living room. You sincerely hoped he’d follow. You weren’t sure what you could do apart from leaving him standing on cold tile, and he already looked freezing from the night chill. 

Luckily for you, with a hesitant step, your impromptu companion takes after you to the couch where your Netflix and remove still await instruction. Changbin might grumble at you tomorrow at finishing the season without him, but you needed something to lure the boy into comfort. 

“I’m y/n, by the way.” You mention. The boy sits stiffly, clasping his hands in his lap with parted lips, avoiding the decorative pillows. 

“Hyunjin.” Now that he’s actually inside your house, Hyunjin’s confidence seems to have evaporated. The thrill of the break-in, if you can even call is that, has worn off, giving way to the nerves. He’s suddenly too conscious of the paint on his clothes, of sandy shoes still on his feet, of the smudges still on his cheeks. Should he take his jacket off? Or wipe his shoes? 

You press resume, watching him relax after a few minutes as his brain finally has something else to focus on to let his worries ease. Hyunjin doesn't seem to mind you already being halfway through the episode, and you let yourself admit it’s nice having someone around this late at night. 

“How do you know Changbin?” You ask while the topic is still fresh.

“I don’t.” Hyunjin bumps his knees together, fiddling with a loose string on his jeans as he shrugs. “I don’t really know him, he just...saw me around a few times, and I guess he figured I could use a place to crash. So he gave me your address.”

“You’re the mystery kid painting the beach houses, right? On Dawning Lane.” 

At the accusation, Hyunjin’s lips part, flipping to face you with wide, blinking eyes., knowing he’s in no place to try and deny it. You blink back, observing his reactions, in case he suddenly changes his mind about staying. “Are you gonna turn me in?...” 

“No.” You shake your head after a moment of thought, and he visibly untenses. “For whatever reason Changbin didn’t, so I won’t either. If he trusts you then I do too.” 

You’ll never know if it was the murmurs of the TV, or if Hyunjin did whisper a thank you, and you won’t ask. There’s a lot of things you do want to ask, but a tug in your heart tells you now is not the time. Hyunjin looks exhausted, eyes drooping with every slow blink as he does his best to focus on the screen, hands previously tugging at his jeans now still and flat on his lap, slouched forward as if any moment he’ll drift off sitting on your pillows. Flurries of fluorescent light flicker on his cheeks, over barely scrubbed paint smudges and faint cuts from running too fast, you guess. In the delicate, dimmed light of your floor lamp, it’s hard to imagine Hyunjin as a bad kid. Prickly, maybe. On edge is a better word for it, tension clinging to his shoulders like stubborn dust bunnies. Curse your naive little heart, you tell yourself, building up your courage to speak.

“Hyunjin?” He hums in response, straightening his back. “Do you want to sleep here tonight?”

All you’ve been taught in life sent alarm bells through your skull when you asked a complete stranger (who just two hours ago, broke in through your kitchen window) to sleep in your living room overnight, but Hyunjin didn’t feel  like a stranger. Changbin trusted him enough to lead him right to your house, so that must count for something, right? And no matter how much you tried to keep your guard up around the boy, watching him struggle to stay upright instead of letting his tall, lanky body fall backward and rest comfortably only made you worry a little about him, not the other way around. 

Well, he did say he’s not going to rob you. 

“You can sleep on the couch if you want, I’ll bring you some blankets.” You prompt him again when he doesn’t respond. “Changbin won’t be back for a while still.” 

“Are you sure you’re okay with that?” There’s a lilt of doubt in his voice, but he sincerely hopes you’re serious. This couch is warmer than anything he’s slept on in months and he really doesn’t want to crawl outside again with the rain pattering against your roof. 

“Sure, you haven’t tried to stab me yet.” You shrug, getting up to fetch a duvet and looking him over.

“Ah, you probably want to wash your hair from all...that,” Hyunjin’s hand flies to his hair, patting out the tangles as if it’s the first time he’s noticed them. “You can use the bathroom upstairs, there’s towels by the shower already.”

He nods, following your directions with a ‘thank you’. Once his footsteps disappear up the landing, you set about pulling out the couch into a flatbed, rearranging the pillows at its base. Lugging the duvet down from Changbin’s room had been a feat, but you’re determined to make the space welcoming. Satisfied with the cushioned bundle you created, you run back upstairs. 

You invade your brother’s room for the second time that day, tugging open his drawers in search for something acceptably pijama-like. 

“Hyunjin?” You knock tentatively on the bathroom door as the shower head turns off and the shuffling ceases. “I’m leaving some clothes for you to change into outside, okay? Come downstairs when you’re ready.”

You scroll through your timeline as you wait, catching up on the last few hours’ events from your friends until a shuffling to your left prompts you to raise your head. 

Your brother’s sweats hang a little loosely around Hyunjin’s hips, ending just above his ankles, bare feet sliding over the wooden floor of your living room, sinking into the rug as he steps closer to where you sit. His own clothing cradled in his arms close to his chest, you can’t stop your thoughts drifting momentarily to the damp mess of sunshine coloured hair. With his jacket on earlier, it was hard to make out his build under layers of fabric, but now it’s proving a challenge to not focus on the lines of his arms or the curves of his large hands gripping his clothes. Luckily for your dignity, your nerves of steel allow you to drag your gaze away from the collarbones peeking out from under thin white cotton higher to meet his eyes instead and find your voice again.

“I brought down some pillows for you, these are a bit too hard to sleep on.” You note, pointing to the decorative cushions you moved onto the lounge chair. “My room is right opposite the bathroom if you need anything, I’m a light sleeper.” 

“M’okay.” Hyunjin towers above you, yet you’ve never seen a boy so dainty. There really is no other way to describe the delicate line of his nose bridge or the rosy tint of his lips when his tongue pokes out to lick them as he mulls over your words, settling down on the makeshift bed. 

The proximity now feels different than the air between you when Teen Wolf still blared through your speakers, warm quiet heavy on your tongue with dim golden glow tumbling over his cheekbones that’s too much for your heart to take unprepared.

“Goodnight then!” You bounce up from the couch waving Hyunjin a quick goodbye, but a soft hand wrapping around your wrist pauses you. 

“Wait,” Hyunjin brushes his thumb over your palm softly, and you hope he doesn't notice the goosebumps on your skin at the contact. “Thanks for not kicking me out...or calling the police. Y’know, as most people would for a break in.” 

The smile he flashes you is almost teasing, but you can tell he means the words sincerely. You lay your other hand on top of his, patting in what you hope is a reassuring motion.

“Sure, Jinnie. It’s okay.”

[yet-another-fan-girl9]

Inhuman (1)

Summary: All beings in the universe have a soulmate except for Midgardians. People can hear their soulmate in their heads. For almost five hundred and fifty years, Loki believed that he had no soulmate until 1513 when a Midgardian princess was born. Will fate be kind to them or will the universe tear them apart?

Warnings: violence, language, hella historical inaccuracies (I tried to do research but then got lazy), maybe some AOS season 2 spoilers(?)

Word Count: ~3400

A/N: Yay! The re-write is here! I changed it so now there are flashbacks and stuff and the chapters are longer! I’m also posting this chapter a day early because of reasons. Anyways, enjoy!

[New York, New York, March 2024]

‘Soulmates?’ You had never heard of the concept.

‘We are destined to be together. The universe made it so.’

You shot up in bed, a light sheen of sweat covered your body. Loki’s words replayed over and over in your head. You hadn’t heard his actual voice in so long but it was still as clear as if he was speaking to you now. It had been twelve years since you had seen him in Germany and he had tried to take over.

‘We are destined to be together.’

The words echoed in your mind. ‘Destined’ huh? Well, if you’d learned anything from the past four hundred and eighty-six years that you were not with Loki, it’s that the universe does a shit job at keeping you together. You ran your fingers through your hair, easily smoothing out the tangled mess. It was too early to think about Loki.

You slipped out of the silk sheets that covered your king-sized bed in your two-level, top floor Upper East Side penthouse. You were very proud of how far you had come. The view was amazing. You could see some of Central Park from one side and the stereotypical New York skyline from another.

As you walked out of your room, you caught your reflection in one of your full-sized mirrors. And that was definitely a nice view. When you came out of Terrigenesis almost five hundred years ago, you quickly discovered that you were now the blueprint for a perfect person. Straight, white teeth, surprisingly tameable hair, and clear, unblemished skin were some of the visually obvious changes. In addition to your perfected looks, you had increased senses, healing, strength, endurance, and your favorite, pain tolerance. Oh, and don’t forget you basically look twenty-five forever.

You checked your phone while you made breakfast in the kitchen downstairs. There were a couple of emails from your employees on their latest jobs. You opened one from Max, your right-hand man. You were reading over some job offers he had handpicked for you when you got a text from the man himself.

Bringing up some donuts!

Max was the only person from work to have access to your penthouse. He was your best friend. The two of you had met when you were at Afterlife nearly fifteen years ago. He was an Inhuman as well. All of your employees were Inhumans, using their specialties to carry out their jobs. Max had the power to change surfaces. It was a strange power, but he had learned to make it very useful. He could cause his pursuers to slip on the suddenly ice-like ground or climb up a glass skyscraper.

“Hello, bitch! I brought donuts!” Max called from the elevator.

“I’m in the kitchen!”

Max walked in holding the goods. He always wore eccentric color-coordinated outfits. Even the times you saw him in stealth mode, he had to have some lace or frill somewhere. Today he wore a mixture of neon green and pink with matching eyeliner.

“Are Cosmo and Wanda disguising themselves as your clothes?” you asked.

“Haha,” he deadpanned. “I knew you were going to say something like that. You’re so fucking funny. Soo…” He plopped the three large donut boxes onto your kitchen counter. “Have you heard of the Avenger’s new quote-unquote recruit?”

“Um, I think it’s your job to keep tabs on heroes.” You opened the nearest box and happily pulled out your favorite donut.

“Okay. Number one: I’m not speaking to you as your right-hand, right now, but as your friend.” He held up his finger. “Number two: it’s not really a job if I do it in my free time anyways. You’re paying me to do something that I do on an hourly basis.”

“You stalk the Avengers on an hourly basis?”

“No? Anyways, number three: it’s Thor’s brother. It’s your Loki.”

“What the fuck?” you choke on your donut. Max was the only person who knew you that you and Loki had a history. And that’s all he knew. Nothing about soulmates or all that shit. “What the fuck, Max? Did you try to use donuts to soften the blow? Stop laughing.”

“I-I wish I had caught that reaction on camera,” he said in between fits of giggles.

“Haha,” it was your turn to deadpan. “Fuck, man. I guess we just have to double our efforts to keep ourselves off of their radar.”

“Do you think they’ve forgiven him for New York?” Max composed himself.

“I mean, they must have if they’re letting him join the team.” You chanced another bite of your donut.

“But lots of people haven’t.”

“Lots of people still haven’t forgiven Barnes,” you pointed out. You didn’t know when or why Loki had attacked New York. That Loki was nothing like the man who you had grown to love back in the 1500s. But you were nothing like that girl either.

 “Have you chosen a new job from the list I sent you?” he changed the subject.

“No, not yet, and you have a little…” you motioned to the corner of your mouth.

Max got the hint and wiped some powder off of his mouth. You noticed the sprinkling of grey that was mixed into his curly black hair. He displayed the last fifteen years proudly while you remained unchanged. Max was the closest you’ve been to someone in a long time, and just like everyone before him, you would outlive him. But you would remember him. You remembered everyone. You remembered everything.

Right now, you thought of Agnes, your first real friend. She was your handmaiden and you had met right before everything went to shit. She had helped you cope after you underwent Terrigenesis, although you hadn’t known what it was back then. She had helped you run away and even died for you. You had only known her for nine years, but you compared everyone to her. Max held second place, right after Agnes.

“I think we should take the Senator’s offer,” Max said, jolting you out of your memories. He pulled up the offer on his iPad. “One million to off his upcoming competition.”

“Damn,” you whistled. “He’s desperate, isn’t he? Is there a deadline?”

“No, but I assume we should get it done quickly.”

“Send over the info.”

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You shoved the flower into Jake Morano’s mouth. Blood from the bullet wound in his forehead trickled down until it turned the perfect, white rose red. You snapped a quick photo on your burner phone to send to the Senator as confirmation. With a huff, you looked around the apartment. Mr. Anderson had put up a fight, although it didn’t do anything to deter you and Max. A few glass awards were in pieces on the hardwood floor, family pictures were shattered, and the wall behind you held a couple of bullets from Anderson’s gun.

“All good?” Max asked from his location by the computer. He was deleting all footage of you being there. And everything else, just to be safe.

“Yep.” You walked over to him, your boots making a satisfying clicking on the ground, and proudly displayed the picture of the dead body. “Got the confirmation picture for the Senator. How’s it coming?”

“Almost… there. We’re good to go.”

The two of you left in your favorite black Lamborghini. Unfortunately, you actually had to drive places now that Gordon was dead. You followed his advice, though, and bought a plane along with four other sports cars, a helicopter, and a couple of motorcycles. You knew how to operate every single one of them. What else were you supposed to do except for establishing your contract killing empire?

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Loki stood in the middle of his assigned room with his hands on his hips. It certainly was much nicer than the last prison the Avengers had kept him in. They may say it wasn’t a prison but the twenty-four-hour surveillance from Stark’s new AI said otherwise. Even though it was nicer than the shitty glass cylinder from twelve years ago, it was empty. Thor had shown Loki the few things in his room: books, photographs, and his own goddamned merchandise. 

Would Loki have his own merchandise one day? Everyone was redeemable as shown by Romanoff and Barnes. Maybe there would be plastic replicas of his helmet? No, Loki thought that was stupid. Only heroes got merchandise and heroes had to show up to events and sponsor health drinks or whatever the fuck they do. Heroes had to be nice.

Nothing good ever came from being on Midgard. Most recently, there was his father dying, although what followed was worse. Before that was the attack he had been forced to make on the city. And the first time he had ever come to Midgard had ended with disappointment and heartbreak.

Loki sighed and waved his hand to conjure green and gold accents, sheets, and blankets. At least there was color in the room now. No doubt the AI had reported that he had used his magic. He hoped it had also told them that all he did was improve the room, he didn’t need anyone talking to him at the moment.

“Good afternoon, Reindeer Games,” the AI echoed through the room. Loki glowered at the sound of Stark’s nickname. “There is a meeting in Conference Room Five that the entire team is required to attend.”

Loki hadn’t the faintest fucking idea where the conference rooms were. He left his room and caught sight of his brother and the Valkyrie. The God of Mischief followed the pair down to where the meeting was taking place. Did he really want to go? If he wanted to be part of the team he would have to. He preferred the Revengers, though. While it had lasted. It was smaller.

Everyone was sitting around the long table. Of course, Loki would be the last to arrive. Stark and Barton both glared at him when he entered. Understandable. Romanoff remained impassive, but Loki knew she would bash his head in the first chance she got. Rogers had to remain positive that Loki could be redeemed because if the Norse God could redeem himself, then so could Barnes. Bruce had warmed up to Loki on the journey to Midgard. None of the newer members of the team outright hated him, but they were still cautious around him.

Loki found himself sitting in between his brother and Bruce. Stark went up to the screen at the front and everyone fell silent.

“This is Jake Morano.” The screen turned on to show a dead man with a rose stuffed in his mouth. “He was going to run for Senator against this guy.” The screen changed. “This guy is William Anderson, a very corrupt Senator. In the last month, Morano began to gain a lot of support including a sponsor from us. Well, a sponsor from me in the name of the Avengers.”

“Are you implying that Anderson killed Morano?” Rogers asked.

“I’m saying that Anderson hired someone to kill Morano.” The screen changed again to display multiple bodies left with a rose in their mouths. “I had F.R.I.D.A.Y. do a quick search of bodies with roses found in their mouths and we found a shocking amount of similar deaths. The first ones dating back to the nineteen twenties. More recently, some of the deaths have happened at the same time on opposite sides of the globe. Deaths include, but are not limited to, shooting, stabbing, poisoning, drowning, burning, missing organs, being found stuck in a wall, and looking like a suicide. They all have a white rose soaked in blood in their mouths.”

“Are you sure it isn’t a serial killer?” Wilson questioned.

“Yeah, it’s probably not the same guy,” Romanoff pointed out. “Especially if it goes back to before Steve looked like that.”

“It’s gotta be an organization,” Barnes guessed. ���Been around for a while, a couple of deaths happening at the same time, and one constant MO.”

“Loki?” Everyone looked at the God of Mischief when Stark said his name. “You’re technically a part of this team now. What’s your opinion?”

“Barnes is probably right,” Loki said after a moment’s hesitation. “The locations are all over the place and there are many different ways the victims met their demise.”

They nodded and Loki returned to silence.

“Alright, game plan.” Stark clapped his hands. “We have to get Anderson into an interrogation room. Round one is the good cops: Steve and Sam. When he doesn’t crack, and he won’t, we up the intensity. Nat and the Manchurian Candidate will do some intimidation. If he still doesn’t crack we can send in Wanda, or even Reindeer Games if she’s not comfortable, to search his mind.”

“Are all Midgardian politics like that?” Loki heard the Valkyrie ask Thor after the meeting. Thor only shrugged so she turned to Bruce.

“I mean, I haven't been here in a while but it’s always kinda been fucked up.”

Only an hour after the meeting, Anderson took out one million dollars in cash. Stark tracked him to a small cafe where he was going to, no doubt, pay the assassin. The team rallied, but of course, Loki wasn’t going. Apparently, he wasn’t ‘cleared’ yet. The only other people staying behind were the Valkyrie, Thor, and Barton due to a recent injury. 

Loki went to his room to sulk, although he told everyone he was thinking. He didn’t want to be here. Maybe he wanted to go somewhere that reminded him of home with tall buildings that reached the sky… 

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"Hello, (Y/N)." Loki’s voice was as smooth as it was in your head, but it was different. The only way you could describe it was that it was solid. It felt less intimate. Like he could bless others with his words, but it was more special because he was here. 

"Loki," you breathed.

"You look more beautiful than I ever could imagine." He stepped closer.

You touched your hair self-consciously. There were multiple knots, and it probably looked like one of those bird nests the dogs always knocked out of trees. You had woken up in a hurry and your hair being trapped in the hood of your cloak probably didn't help.

Then it occurred to you that you were wearing only your nightgown, and you tightly wrapped your cloak around yourself. Loki wouldn’t hurt you, but no man has seen you in an outfit so revealing. Still, you took another step closer.

"I do not know what to say." Fortunately, your voice didn’t shake or waver as you had feared, but Loki could probably feel your nervousness.

You both took a final step closer. You reached up and cupped Loki's face in your hand which tingled slightly when you made contact. You admired his sharp features and bright blue-green eyes. Then you shivered in the cold winter air. Loki noticed and pulled you into a hug. You leaned into him and felt a shiver, a different, better shiver, shoot through your body.

“You’re real.” Your soft voice was almost lost in the biting wind. “I was so scared that I was dreaming.”

Another goddamned dream about Loki? You groaned into your pillow and pushed a few damp strands of hair away from your face. Why now, all of a sudden? Was it because he was so close? Just a few hours upstate in the Avenger’s compound.

Pushing the dream aside, you stretched and got ready for the day. You had sent the photo to the Senator, who you had learned was very fucking corrupted, and he replied with a location. That changed your plans a bit, you hadn't physically met a client in decades, but it was for the better for multiple reasons.

The first reason was that the cafe he had chosen was next to a flower shop where you got your supply of roses. The second reason was that it meant his apartment would be empty. While you went to get the money, and eventually kill Senator Anderson, Max was going to rob his house. It wasn’t something you’d usually do, but honestly, the shitty asshole deserved it.

Your lips were painted red and you wore your usual boots and a leather jacket. Your regular hair was hidden behind a pink and green wig, courtesy of Max. A baseball cap and large sunglasses further hid your appearance. Though if somebody knew your face, the hat and glasses did nothing. There were multiple knives hidden on your body as well as a handgun tucked into your waistband and a pocket pistol in your, well, pocket.

As you walked into the cafe, Izzy, the auburn-haired florist, nodded to you. She had Botanokinesis, plant manipulation, so your supply of white roses was never low. Every once in a while, Izzy would take a job but she had told you she was very happy in her shop.

You noticed the Senator immediately. He still wore a suit and the sunglasses did nothing to hide his identity. There were two young women behind the counter and you suspected that the four other ‘customers’ were too buff not to be the Senator’s security. Anderson had his back to the door which meant you would have to get past his security to get out. You zeroed in on the black briefcase on the ground by his feet.

“Senator,” you greeted and sat down across from him.

“You can’t possibly be the one I talked to,” the asshole replied. “You’re just a girl.”

“Well of course I couldn’t be,” you rolled your eyes behind your heavily tinted glasses. “My boss is too busy and smart to meet you in public.” He didn’t notice your sarcasm. You pulled out the burner phone and showed him the messages as proof. “Now, I’m also busy so if we can get this over with?”

“Sure, darling.” He put the briefcase flat on the table and pushed it towards you.

“Open it.” Even though small boobie traps wouldn’t hurt you much, it wasn’t a piece of information you wanted to give him.

Anderson sighed and complied. Then you turned it around to quickly inspect the contents. One thousand one hundred dollar bills. Hello Mr. Franklin. You nodded in satisfaction and comically rubbed your hands together to inconspicuously grab a knife that was hidden up your sleeve.

“Thank you, Senator. That will be all.”

You closed the case, stood up, and plunged your knife deep into his left carotid artery. As his security descended upon you, you pulled the knife out and his neck satisfyingly squirted blood. The Senator collapsed with his hands clutching his wound desperately. The pool of blood rapidly grew underneath him.

The two baristas screamed behind the counter and the Senator’s security drew their guns. You flipped the small table for cover as bullets pierced the cafe’s window behind you. Perfect. Just a bit more.

You pulled out the handgun from your waistband and with practiced ease, shot three of the four goons. The last one got the bloodied knife to the face. You elbowed the already damaged window and it finally broke, raining glass down on you. Ignoring the small cuts, you jumped out of the cafe through the window as a familiar red and gold suit landed in front of you. Why the fuck were the Avengers here? What about Loki?

You darted into Izzy’s shop and she played her part well, screaming that you had run out the back when you had actually gone into the side room. You listened as the Avengers followed her directions. One person, maybe it was the Black Widow, stayed behind to help calm down the seemingly hysterical Izzy. If she wasn’t so happy at her shop and she didn’t want to work directly for you, she could be a great actress.

You rolled back the rug on the ground to reveal a metal trapdoor. You entered the code to unlock it and climbed down into the darkness. Behind you, you heard the trapdoor’s magnetic lock click back into place. Two centuries ago, you had tunnels dug underneath Manhattan, Brooklyn, and Queens for easy getaways. If you went… that way, you would end up in Sandra’s souvenir shop which was a couple of blocks away from your penthouse.

With a million dollars in one hand and a handgun in the other, you walked down the concrete tunnel.

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[taerseok]

there once was a home. | ksj

Pairing: Seokjin × f.reader

Synopsis: “There was once a home that you shared with Seokjin. Perhaps, home was home because it had Seokjin. Now, there is none.”

Word Count: 4.4k

Genre / Rating: Angst, very mild fluff / PG-13

TW: Death, blood & hospitals, mentions of a weapon (gun), MCD!au, use of phone while driving, burglary & swearing

NOTES:

• First of all, thank you soo much to @arizonapoppy​ for reading this over and helping me spruce it up.

 • Secondly, this oneshot is dedicated to my beautiful brenmate @bangtan-dreamland​ who is the best person in the world and you cannot convince me otherwise >:OO I LOVE YOU SO MUCH ERIS!! me hope you like hehe (◕ᴗ◕✿) even if you have already read this because i was too lazy to post it afterwards.

There is this hollow feeling in your chest, eating you away as seconds slip by.

There once was a home that you shared with Seokjin. Perhaps, home was home because it had Seokjin. Now, there is none.

But when did it start? When did you two simply lose your minds to the point he had to be admitted to a hospital, to the point that you, despite seeing him laying in a pool of blood, did not lift a finger?

Let’s start at the beginning of this. Let’s start on June 6th.

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You were sitting in the living room, the faint sound of the aircon almost lulling you to sleep, and on multiple occasions, you did fall asleep for what you thought were five minutes or so, but could’ve been more. 

You were waiting for Seokjin to come back home.

Lately, it had always been like this, so you weren’t surprised he was late, yet again. But still. Welcoming him home was the least you could do for him.

Not because you were married or anything, no— the thought actually sounded ridiculous to you, your cheeks burning red at how wild your fantasies were becoming— but because you were roommates.

That was all.

Just a roommate waiting for another roommate to come home. Suspicious? Maybe. Maybe you did like Seokjin a little (or a lot), and maybe you did want to do this so he’d think nicely of you, but still! It wasn’t as if other roommates wouldn’t wait for theirs to come home from work.

Looking at the clock to your right, you sighed. 1 o’clock. Yup. They’d definitely wait this long.

It was then, finally, that your phone rang. Picking it up, upon closer inspection, you realised it was Seokjin calling you.

“Where in the world are you? You know how worried I was!?” Your brows furrowed. You didn’t give him a chance to speak, simply caught up in the pent-up frustration. 

“Relax, damn it. It’s not as if I was out with friends at a club or anything—”

“—You were, weren’t you?”

“No, no. I wasn’t.”

“Then why do you sound drunk?”

You heard him sigh on the other side. “Forget that. Can you please come pick me up?” You wanted to blow up so badly, so fucking badly. But it’d be better, you frowned, if you met him face-to-face and gave him your 2-cents on this whole catastrophe.

“Send me the address and wait there. I’m coming.”

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You watched as Seokjin got into the car next to your seat, glaring daggers at him. “You better not think I’m your personal driver or anything,” but I’d love to be your wife, “Because I’m not going to be around here for long.”

“You say it like you’re going to die instead of moving away,” he rolled his eyes. “Shut it. I’m just telling you not to rely on me for everything. I’m not going to die,” you said, trying your best to keep most of your attention on the road, the flashing lights of the passing cars. Seokjin was the biggest distraction (and oddly enough, you loved it).

“Mhmm,” Seokjin slowly hummed, arms crossed in front of his chest as he sank back on the seat. Hand finding the mp3 player, he turned a quiet melody on. 

In the midst of the wet season, today after the rain, 

a lukewarm wind blows through the quiet night streets.

You sighed, head nodding along to the rhythm of the song. “So you’re really moving away?” At his naive question, you turned silent. 

You were moving, in just less than two months, in fact, to another city. You were leaving the apartment you shared with Seokjin, all those laughs and joy you two shared. It hurt a little. Just a little. Knowing Seokjin didn’t find it difficult at all, it helped.

I can’t tell how you feel. The more I want, the more it hurts.

Even so, I could never hate you.

Unlike the pain you had, leaving behind someone so precious to you, Seokjin didn’t like you in that way at all. And maybe that’s for the better, you smiled faintly, because at least then, you wouldn’t have to go through the pain of parting. After all, parting only matters if both individuals care, right?

And if he didn’t care, then it was all for the best.

“Yup,” you replied. “But anyway, you came here with friends, didn’t you?” You raised a brow, stealing a glance at him before turning back to the road. 

He nodded lightly. “They left me.”

“Wow.”

“What do you mean “wow”?” He pouted. “I was so scared someone was going to kidnap me for my handsome face or something.” 

You rolled your eyes at the so-very-humble answer. “You’ve got some great friends there.”

“They aren’t even my friends, just co-workers.”

“Shows how much they respect you,” you grinned, watching how his brows furrowed and he pouted even more. “You’re really mean.” Letting a snicker escape, you rolled eyes once more. “I saved you from potentially getting kidnapped, like you said. I’m not mean. Your co-workers are. Maybe you should get some better friends.”

“Like who?”

Your face felt hot at the reply that came to you, as you hesitated whether to say it or not. “I don’t… know. Like… me, maybe,” you shrugged it off, heart skipping beats. You kept your attention on the road, not wanting to see his reaction.

I can’t hold it, I can’t reach it.

I can’t hold it, that heart of yours.

He chuckled, patting you on the head. “Careful, we could get killed, y’know,” you said, referring to the traffic ahead. Your gaze averted to him for a moment, taking in the sweet look on his face. That pretty smile, those starry eyes.

“I wouldn’t mind dying with you, it’s fine.”

The temptation to pull him in and kiss him kept growing. Your grip on the wheel tightened, you barely being able to suppress the desire to tell him about your true feelings.

“And what if I lived and you didn’t make it?”

“Then you could tell everyone that the last person I ever looked at was you.”

You tried not to laugh, you really did; but ended up giggling anyway. “You’re ridiculous. I’d never let you die.”

“For as long as you’re here, I know I’ll be fine.”

“Good. Because… I-I’ll keep you safe.”

‘It’s just my own thinking.’

I want to cry when I feel this way,

I want to know how you feel.

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“YN-ah,” Seokjin pouted the next weekend, arm around yours, head resting on your shoulder. “Give me attention.”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m working on my blog, Jin, I can’t right now—”

“Do you want me to cry, then?” he smirked, causing you to sigh. “I love the way your hair smells. It’s pretty too.” Managing to somehow keep your cool, and refrain from melting into a pool of milk (you did not like coffee, had never drunk tea. Milk was the only thing your body had, excluding water, you mused), you looked to Seokjin with a very intimidating face. It didn’t faze him.

“Stop acting like a creep. What do you want?” You quirked up a brow, curiosity increasing as the slight annoyance slowly locked itself away. You could never be really mad at Seokjin, sadly.

“So,” unwrapping his arm from yours, he pulled out his phone, “I made a Tinder account recently, and—”

“...You what?”

“I made a Tinder account! Get over it. So...” 

You watched him in silence as he opened the app, showing you the conversations he had with his matches, the very recent one only finished fifteen minutes ago—

As he came to you, just fifteen minutes ago. And here you thought he liked you. 

‘It’s just my own thinking.’

I want to cry when I feel this way,

Our feelings can’t become the same.

You’re really pathetic, you thought, biting down your lip so you wouldn’t break down crying right next to him. How do you be enough for him…?

“...And she’s the last girl I talked with. I really like her, do you think I should take her out? YN?” Seokjin frowned, waving his hand in front of you to catch your attention.

“YN-ah~!?” he exclaimed, making you blink at him in surprise. “Oh.” The cute frown on his face was the first thing you saw, bringing you back to reality. “What are you thinking about? The blog?” 

Unwillingly, you slowly brought yourself to nod. “...What were you asking?”

“I really like her. Should I take her out?”

She’s pretty. Really pretty. You could see her and Seokjin together. It made you happy. As happy as you could be, you added, blinking away the tears that suddenly made themselves known.

“Y-Yeah! Give it a try. I’m… I’m sure she’ll love it.”

You didn’t spend the night working on that blog. You spent it crying over someone you’d never have.

I love you so much. Why don’t you notice me? Try as you might, you hated this stupid little crush (you promised to yourself you’d never call it love), but it wasn’t as if you could stop it. Everyday, you’d wake up to his sleepy face, sweet little acts of affection, the cute pouts and laughs. Even that would change very soon. And you couldn’t stop that either.

What could you even do?

Even so, I could never hate you.

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It’s two weeks later that Seokjin came back to your shared apartment, all down and pouty.

“What happened?” you asked, adjusting the space on the couch so he could sit comfortably next to you. Your laptop sat on your lap, as you typed away. 

“I messed up. She called me cocky.” 

You bit down on your lip, trying to hide your smile. “Oh, really now? Who would’ve guessed?”

“Shut up. I feel really sad right now.” He rested his head against your arm, pulling you closer. Pink dusted your cheeks, you felt light enough to float away but you tried your best to show you were unaffected.

Shining with light, it steals my gaze,

I want to hold it.

Putting your laptop down on the coffee table, you sank back on the seat, hands finding Seokjin’s soft hair. “It’s okay. There are… others who like you for who you are,” you said, smiling faintly as your fingers gently glided through his locks.

“You don’t think I’m cocky?”

“Nope. Not at all. I don’t think that you’re cocky, maybe sometimes a little too much to handle, but—”

“Hey!” Seeing that frown on his face, you became silent. “Mmm, well… If you want, we could watch a movie together. Try and cheer you up, yeah?”

“Yeah! Forget Tinder, I’ve got such a great friend like you.” 

Your shoulders drooped slightly at the last few words, but he didn’t pause to give you time to reply. Taking your laptop and opening another tab, he started typing, “I want to see that horror one a co-worker suggested a few days ago—”

Obviously, horror movies gave you the heebie-jeebies, but that didn’t stop Seokjin from putting on one before, and it wouldn’t that day, either. At least, you had an excuse to cling onto him for the night.

“I’m scared,” you said, blanket in hand. You had woken up at two in the morning, and too paranoid to go back to sleep, woke Seokjin up by knocking on his bedroom’s door. 

“Are you serious?” He didn’t seem annoyed, but instead raised a brow. 

“Yeah, what do you mean if I’m—”

“You’re a twenty-five year old adult, wearing her pajamas and asking for her roommate to sleep with her because she watched a horror movie and is too scared to sleep alone,” he rolled his eyes at the end, making you huff. “Well, we’re friends, consider this a sleepover, just lemme—”

“Argh, fine. Come in.”

“Can I, uhm, sleep in the bed?”

“You sleep on the floor.”

“What!?” you exclaimed, making Seokjin groan. “Nevermind. Get in the bed.”

At least you got to hug him as you tried to sleep. Keyword; tried. It was hard not to just admire his glowing features, or freak out over the fact that if you moved any closer, you could’ve kissed him. Your heart couldn’t slow down, instead racing faster and faster until all you could do was blink at him, wanting to tell him how much you liked him.

His heart, on the other hand, just a little way from you, was calm. You watched him as he breathed in, then out, and in again, only to breathe out once more at an even pace. Unlike you, who lost her breath every time she discovered a new thing to count about Seokjin.

How many times do you breathe in a minute?

How many eyelashes do you really have?

How the fuck are you so amazing?

It was another restless night, except this time, in the arms of someone you loved.

I want to try touching it,

you are just like this firefly.

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It’s the weekend before you have to move on that coming Thursday. Incheon was a bustling city, Seokjin had told you, you’d enjoy it a lot more than you did here at Gwacheon. But you had been in this place since you were born, always loved the locals. The best point was that you knew the city like the back of your hand, exploring and blogging about your adventures.

If it wasn’t for the company that you wanted to work for, wanting you to work from their building itself, not from home, you wouldn’t have to leave everything behind. Both Gwacheon and Seokjin.

Though you had always wanted to work for them, so that was one good thing about it, you supposed. Besides, driving to work everyday from Gwacheon and taking about an hour to reach there and then driving yourself home for another hour? Too exhausting. 

You were eventually going to buy yourself a house anyway, as soon as you got enough money to buy one. Till then, you’d settle for an apartment at Incheon, a lot more convenient since it was closer to work.

That meant leaving Seokjin and Gwacheon was something you couldn’t change either way.

It still hurt. But that’s fine. You were going to be fine.

As a sort of farewell, you and Seokjin decided to go around and visit places on that weekend, since he had the two days off from work. You had been trying to keep your distance so as to not get attached even more, but that didn’t seem to work, because as much as you pulled away from Seokjin, he pulled you even closer.

Still.

A day out wouldn’t hurt, right?

“Gimme your ice cream,” Seokjin pouted. 

“Buy yourself another cone if you want, I’m not giving you mine,” you frowned, rolling your eyes as you licked it over, again. 

“How rude.” Saying so, Seokjin rushed over to the nearby ice cream parlor to buy himself some more.

You lied to yourself; this day was painful as hell.

“I want to buy you this necklace,” he said, pointing to the cute accessory at display right behind the glass. 

“That’s… I’d like that, actually.”

“But did you give me your ice cream?” He raised a brow, looking at you in a suspicious manner. 

“...No?” you squeaked, before watching a frown tug his plump lips down. 

“Then why should I buy you the necklace?”

“Aw c’mon!” You stomped on the ground, crossing your arms when you realised he wasn’t listening to you. Sighing, he shook his head as he came to the conclusion that you weren’t backing down. 

“Alright, you big baby, I’ll buy it for you.” Rolling his eyes, the two of you entered the shop, particularly you, excited.

Are you ready? I still want to look.

Are you ready? At that heart.

“Thanks for today,” you said, a little more quieter than usual. Maybe it was the blues of leaving your home. Not Gwacheon, but Seokjin— your real home.

“No problem,” he replied, smiling, no, not cockily, but sweetly; actually smiling. Flicking on the mp3 player once more as you drove the two of you home, or rather, to your apartment— because you were already home with Seokjin— you heard the same music playing as you had heard weeks ago.

I can’t tell how you feel. The more I want, the more it hurts.

Even so, I could never hate you.

You blushed a little, turning red. “I appreciate this a lot more than you think.”

“I know.”

“Thank you,” you repeated, smiling faintly as you looked down to glance at the necklace you were wearing, the one he bought you. 

“Thank you, YN.”

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Thursday. It was the moving day. 

Part of you was excited for what was to come next, however overshadowed by the solemn feeling of leaving behind everything you know to work on your own. Especially Seokjin.

“Don’t forget to call me when you reach, okay?” 

You nodded to his words. The last of the boxes were being taken away by the truck, to be dropped off at the new flat. You could only hope for someone to help you get those boxes up to your room once you got there, because you definitely couldn’t carry those. It was only because of Seokjin that you had gotten those boxes outside from the current place.

“I—” Your voice failed you at that point.

You didn’t think about it. Only moved in to pull him close as you felt tears boiling in your eyes. He put his arms around you in return, running his hand over your back to calm you down. “I’ll miss you so so much,” you sniffed a little, never wanting to let go.

“Me too. I’ll miss you.”

He’d miss you. Somehow, the pain of parting felt a little more heavier then. 

‘It’s just my own thinking.’

I want to cry when I feel this way,

I want to know how you feel.

However strongly you held onto him, time would never let you say the words you wished you could to Seokjin. Taking in his features, his scent so you’d never be able to rid yourself of how beautiful he was; the one you loved. You wanted to hold on, tell him to never let go, maybe then, at least then, you could wake up to a new, bright morning with him next to you—

“...Promise me you’ll come back to visit?”

“I will. I promise. You too, okay?”

“I promise.”

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August 19th. It was about 8 p.m. when your phone rang, and you had to look away from the computer. The office place was filled with the sound of distant conversations, papers being handled left and right.

You picked up your phone with a sigh, a little annoyed that it ruined your momentum.

It was Seokjin.

Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion. Why is he calling me? It hadn’t even been a full month since you moved out, was he simply that smitten by you? You had tried so hard, so hard to move on from him, and drowning yourself in work seemed to be the best way to get your mind off him. But now that he was calling you…

There was this sick feeling in your stomach that you couldn’t ignore, you weren’t sure if it was just your anxiety or something else, something bigger.

Regardless, you put the phone to your ear, your heart palpitations being the only sound you could hear.

Then came him panting. “YN, please— YN, help me,” he was on the verge of tears, you could tell. Your hand found the desk for support as you stood up, alarmed. “Jin, what happened?”

“I’m so sorry. I forgot to close the window, and I don’t know how, but some fucking man jumped into the apartment and he has a gun, I’m so fucking scared, YN, please—”

You took in sharp breaths, head zooming in and out consciousness, it seemed, as the world seemed to spin around you. “Jin, call the police.”

“I did. They aren’t here yet, they’ll take time, I’m so fucking scared right how, please help me.” 

You trembled, hearing him sob on the other side. You wished so bad that you could be there, to help him, keep him calm, hug him, just so nothing would—

The desperation in his voice left you panting.

“Where are you right now?”

“I’m in the bathroom, I’m hiding, but he has a gun, I locked the door, what do I do!? YN, please come and get me out of here, please—”

“I’m coming. Stay there.”

Saying so, you quickly grabbed your bag, and telling your manager about how you had a family emergency, left the building.

Getting into the car, your heart was racing at the speed of light. You weren’t sure what to do, it’d take about an hour and a half with this traffic to reach your old apartment. You weren’t even sure if you could drive in this state.

But you did it anyway. You’d do anything for Seokjin.

Dialing his number as you stopped at the red traffic signal, you knew what you were doing was bad, but you needed to know he was okay.

“Jin, are you okay!? I’m coming, please, stay there,” you waited hesitantly for a response, and then heard a hiccup. He usually started to hiccup when he cried. 

“P-Please get here quickly… The police still haven't come and I hear him in the living room, I really need you right now, please…”

“It’ll be okay. I’m coming.” It enraged you to know that the living room you shared with Seokjin, the one where you worked, the one you sat in watching movies together was now being checked by some burglar so he could steal things from there. But even so, every second that passed made you even more paranoid, since you kept wanting to make sure Seokjin was safe.

“Please don’t go out. Lock the door— I love you.” Your blood ran cold. Heart beating faster, as if that was possible, your world seemed like an illusion, zooming around in circles, almost as if someone casted a spell on you. You sighed shakily, your breath leaving you.

Why did you…? Stupid YN, you can’t tell him this, right now, you—

You shook your head. “I-I… I want you to be safe. Okay?” it was quiet on the line for a while, but you heard him hum in response. You sighed once again, body tense. “Please, take care... I love you.”

And saying so, with no more courage left within you, you ended the call.

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You reached there about an hour later. Things are a blur from then. It all happened so fast, so suddenly…

You bite down your bottom lip, tears boiling in your eyes as you put on a song, starting the engine of your car.

I can’t hold it, I can’t reach it.

I can’t hold it, that heart of yours.

You remember the apartment being quiet after you entered, dark and silent. You didn’t have anything to protect yourself with, in case the intruder was still there, so you managed to get the frying pan from the kitchen without walking in on anyone.

Inspecting the whole apartment carefully, you concluded that the burglar had left.

But how did it continue? When did you two simply lose your minds to the point Seokjin had to be admitted to a hospital, to the point that you, despite seeing him laying in a pool of blood, could not lift a finger? 

You found him in the bathroom. 

‘It’s just my own thinking.’

He laid there, covered in the blood; the sight took your breath away. You were frozen, you were stuck in time until your breath returned, until your heart skipped a beat. You hastily took out your phone, tried calling for an ambulance. It was then the police finally managed to come, but it was too late.

You were all too late.

I want to cry when I feel this way.

The ambulance came. They took him to the hospital, you went with them. And then—

Our feelings can’t become the same.

They announced him dead. He wasn’t shot, the doctors explained. He had lost too much blood after he slipped and hit his head on the bathtub, they guessed, trying to get out of the bathroom.

It doesn’t matter. 

Nothing matters.

You died when he did. Home died when Seokjin did. You promised yourself you’d never call it love, but fuck, you love him. You love him so much. And you miss him, now that you are driving home from the hospital.

Tears brim your eyes as you look down at the necklace he bought you. It reminded you of your day out together, except… except he is gone. Gone, spirited away, whatever the hell people called it. He’s dead.

I want to hear you laugh, hear you chide me for eating too much.

I want to see you smile, see you pout.

I want to brush your hair, I want to hug you.

I want to tell you about how you’re my most favourite thing in the whole, entire world.

You hum along to the song he loved, the one he always played in your car.

I can’t tell how you feel. The more I want, the more it hurts.

Even so, I could never hate you.

You’re still not over it. Over the fact he died, that you won’t be able to hear his cute laugh anymore, or the way he winked at you everytime you made eye contact, or the promises that you had made together, now all broken because of him not… being here anymore.

And it hurts as if it is the end of the world. All of it hurt. How do you live without the only person you wanted to spend the rest of your life with? 

Did he even like you? You’ll never know. 

You could cry all you want, but he is gone. A part of you expects him to laugh about it, about how you’re crying over him, or for him to hug you, tell you it’s going to be okay.

But how can he do that? How do you tell him you love him more than anything else, that you want to see him laugh once more?

There’s so many words you wish you could’ve said. “I love you,” were only three of them. You could say you were driving home, but home resided with Seokjin.

There is this hollow feeling in your chest, eating you away as seconds slip by.

There once was a home that you shared with Seokjin. Perhaps, home was home because it had Seokjin. Now, there is none.

Hotaru.

[buoyantsaturn]

Out of Order (1/1)

summary: It was tradition on the first day of fall for all the year-round campers to sneak into the Aphrodite cabin after lights out for a few rounds of truth or dare.

word count: 2491

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It was tradition on the first day of fall for all the year-round campers to sneak into the Aphrodite cabin after lights out for a few rounds of truth or dare. Seeing as Nico had agreed to stay at camp rather than wonder the globe for the foreseeable future and was now officially a year-round camper, he was dragged from his cabin in the middle of the night by a grinning blond who, for once, wasn’t wearing his trademark green scrubs. 

Normally, Nico would be ecstatic to find Will whisking him away in the middle of the night, but when they wound up outside the Aphrodite cabin, Nico started feeling anxious. 

“C’mon, it’ll be fun, I promise,” Will told him with a tug on his hand. “Don’t you trust me?”

“Of course I do,” Nico grumbled indignantly, and trudged into the cabin behind Will.

It was immediately overwhelming. Nico was used to his own very empty cabin and the moderately filled infirmary - but this? The cabin was practically overflowing with campers, laying on bunk beds and sitting on the floor and standing near the walls. Nico didn’t understand how much noise there could be in a single building. How could any of them hold a conversation in a place like this? He squeezed Will’s hand, about to pull him close and whisper-shout that he was just going to go back to bed and forget that he’d seen any of this, when the rest of the cabin seemed to notice Will’s presence.

“Will!” one of the Aphrodite girls - Nico never learned their names because they hardly ever went to the arena - exclaimed, and grabbed Will’s free hand to pull him further into the cabin, thus dragging Nico further inside as well. “We were waiting for you! What took you so long?”

“I had to get Nico,” he said, and pulled Nico closer to bring him to the girl’s attention. 

“Oh,” she said, and Nico saw her gaze flicker down to their joined hands. Her eyes widened before she looked back up at Will. “Oh!”

Will didn’t seem to notice. “But we’re here now. What’s first on the agenda?” 

“Veteran’s choice.”

Nico didn’t understand what she meant by that, but by the surprised look on Will’s face, Nico figured that it was something of a big deal to him. 

“No way. Me?” Will asked. He started looking around the room frantically, spouting off names of campers that Nico recognized from the summer or from years past, though none of the names were of people present. “But… Not even Annabeth is here?”

“Nope, she’s seasonal now, remember?” the girl replied. 

“Seasonal?” Nico cut in, cocking his head in confusion.

Will squeezed his hand, all of his attention straying to Nico and making his heart flutter at the feeling of those incredibly blue eyes on him. “She’s in school now. This is the first time since she was...what, seven? That she hasn’t been a year-round camper.” He looked back to the Aphrodite girl. “Have I really been here the longest out of anyone?”

She nodded. “That’s right! So you pick the games tonight!”

Will grinned. He raised one hand into the air and called out, “Everybody, circle up for truth or dare!”

A cheer went up as campers formed a circle on the floor of the cabin. Some had climbed down from bunks to get a spot in the ring, while others had scrambled up from the floor so that they wouldn’t get caught playing. Will pulled Nico into the circle, tugging him down to sit beside him in the ring. He kicked his legs out in front of him and crossed his ankles, and let go of Nico’s hand for the first time since they arrived to lean back on his hands. 

“Alright, alright, settle in, y’all. We’re in for a long night,” Will said as the chatter of the room quieted down around them. “You all know the rules of this one. No ask-backs. You can’t pick the same answer three times in a row. Refuse to do the truth, you do the dare, and vice versa. Any questions?”

“Kinda,” Nico muttered without the intention of being heard. 

Will shot him a grin and patted his leg. “You’ll catch on quick, Sunshine.”

He turned back to the rest of the group, scanned the faces of those sitting with them in the circle with the same expression that Nico had seen him examining injuries with, like he was deciding what part of the patient was the weakest, the most vulnerable, the part that needed immediate attention. 

“Cecil.”

A groan came from across the circle. “Come on, man! Why do you always pick me?”

Will shot him a grin. “Truth or dare, coward.”

Cecil let out a heavy sigh. “Truth.”

“Do you still have a crush on that Demeter girl?”

Cecil flopped onto his back with an even louder groan, covering his face with his hands. 

The game still didn’t make much sense to Nico as time wore on, but he tried his best to roll with the punches. Someone asked him about the skull ring he always wore, and someone else asked about the coolest place he’d ever visited. Then, when he wasn’t allowed to say truth for the third time in a row, he was dared to steal something from another cabin - so he’d shadowtraveled away to the Apollo cabin and came back wearing one of Will’s flannel shirts. 

He didn’t understand the weird looks everybody kept giving him after that, nor did he understand why Will suddenly made a new rule that he could veto any questions asked that were too personal. Nico just didn’t want to accidentally steal from someone he didn’t know, and it was starting to get kind of cold in the cabin - why shouldn’t he borrow one of Will’s shirts?

It was Lou Ellen’s turn next. “Will, do you have a crush on anyone in this room?”

Nico thought he could hear Will’s breath hitch next to him, even with the chorus of ooos that rose throughout the room. When he looked up at Will’s face, he was just as calm and collected as always. 

“You didn’t ask for truth or dare,” he said instead of answering.

“You took dare the last two rounds,” she countered. “There’s no getting out of this one, Sunny Boy, and vetoing will just give us the answer anyway.”

Will rolled his eyes. “You should be a lawyer, Lou. Yes, I have a crush on someone in this room. You already knew that, of course, but thanks for making it public knowledge.”

“What are friends for?” she replied, smiling brightly. 

“Whatever. Anyway, now that it’s back to me, I’m calling this the last round of this game. If anybody’s dying to embarrass somebody in this game, this is your last chance. Chiara, truth or dare?”

The last round went surprisingly quickly, though Nico suspected it was because people were getting eager to end things. He was getting pretty tired himself, and wouldn’t have minded heading to bed over an hour ago. However, when Will announced the end of one game, he started another. Around them, people jumped in and out of the circle. Some were grabbing snacks or running to the bathroom between games, others were jumping in for a new game they preferred while others ran away from a new game they despised. Someone insisted that everyone sticking around for the next game swapped seats so that they weren’t next to the same people for another whole game. Nico ended up between Kayla and Julia, and directly across the circle from Will. 

Once everyone was settled again, Will said, “New game: paranoia. Whisper a question into the ear of the person next to you. They have to answer out loud with the name of a person in this room. Then, I’ll flip a drachma - heads, you say the question out loud, tails, you don’t. Anybody wanna start us off?”

Valentina’s hand shot into the air. “Ooh, I do!” She turned to the boy sitting next to her and whispered something into his ear.

“Oh, easy,” he said. “It’s Nico.”

Nico’s head snapped toward Will, just in time to watch him flip the coin. “Tails. Let’s move on.”

Nico pulled his knees up to his chest and tried to hide behind his own legs. 

A few rounds later, Kayla was whispering into Nico’s ear, “Who is the funniest person in the room?”

Nico took a second to scan the circle, though he hadn’t spent enough time with anyone to know whether or not they were funny. “Um. Will?”

Across the circle, Will seemed to perk up at the mention of his name. He flipped the coin and smiled when he said, “Heads!”

“I asked him who he thought was the funniest person here,” Kayla explained. 

“Dude!” Cecil exclaimed, leaning forward so that Nico could see him around Julia. “No way is Will funnier than I am!”

“Whatever, Cecil,” Will told him, still smiling brightly. “Just let him think my bad jokes are funny. Anyway, it’s your turn, Nico.”

“Oh, um.” Nico thought for a second before he turned to whisper in Julia’s ear. 

The game continued on. Lou Ellen and Cecil both admitted that Will was their best friend, which led to a short argument over who Will’s best friend had to be. By the time Will’s turn came around and he said Nico’s name in answer to whatever question had been whispered into his ear, Cecil exclaimed, “You better not mean that Nico’s your best friend over me!”

“Guess you’ll just have to wait and see,” Will replied, grinning, and flipped the coin in his hand. “It’s heads.”

Damien said, “I asked him who has the best hair.”

Nico barely noticed the light shade of pink growing on Will’s cheeks as he said, “Okay! Everybody find a new seat for round two.”

Nico stayed seated while the rest of the room moved around him, and suddenly Will was sitting beside him once again. 

“Hey,” Will told him, bumping his shoulder against Nico’s. “Having fun yet?”

“It’s...certainly interesting,” Nico replied. 

“Yeah, they’re all kind of a lot,” Will laughed. “You’ll get used to everybody by Christmas, trust me.”

“Will, it’s your turn,” Austin reminded him from across the circle. 

“Yeah, yeah,” Will said, waving a hand at his brother. Will leaned closer to Nico, his breath fanning against Nico’s cheek as he whispered, “Who would brag about being able to take down a monster, but would run back crying if they actually saw a monster in the woods?”

Nico had to really focus on Will’s words rather than the feeling of Will so close to him. “It’s Cecil, no question.”

Will snorted rather unattractively and dropped his forehead onto Nico’s shoulder.

“What did you say? What was the question?” Cecil demanded. 

Will, still laughing and with his head still resting on Nico’s shoulder, flipped the drachma; it was tails. “Don’t worry about it, Cecil. It’s better this way, trust me.” Will lifted his head and bumped his shoulder into Nico’s once more as he said, “You’re up.”

Nico was growing to hate the part of this game where he had to think up questions, so he just copied Will’s instead. Lou Ellen answered without hesitation: “Cecil.”

Will flipped the coin. “Tails.”

“Oh, come on!”

Nico grew more and more tired as the second round of the game went on - nobody mentioned either him or Will for most of the round, and Nico was practically lulled to sleep by Will’s frequent call of heads or tails. He didn’t realize that he was resting against Will’s side until Will pulled away slightly in order for someone to whisper in his ear. Either way, Nico didn’t move, and instead let his eyes slip shut. 

“I’m not answering that,” Will said, his laughter tinged with discomfort. 

“C’mon, he’s asleep! He’ll never have to know!” somebody else called from across the room. 

“Oh my gods, you guys set this up, didn’t you? This was all just a big ploy to get me to admit my feelings for Nico! You’re all the worst friends ever.”

Nico’s eyes snapped open. There was no way he heard that right. There was no way that Will actually liked him back...right?

He lifted his head from Will’s shoulder, and Will turned toward him with a look of dread on his face. “Oh, Styx,” Will whispered, and suddenly jumped to his feet. He announced, “Game over,” and ran out the door, slamming it behind himself.

The cabin was silent for a single minute before campers started shoving at each other and blaming everyone else for ruining the night. Nico found himself stuck to the floor by the look of betrayal on Will’s face as he ran from the cabin. Should he go after Will? Would Will even want to see him after that? There was only one way for him to find out.

Nico stretched the nearest shadows toward him until the space around him was dark enough for him to slip into the shadows and disappear, thinking only of reappearing wherever Will had gone to. 

He wound up on the Aphrodite cabin’s porch. 

“Will?” Nico said quietly, and in the darkness he saw Will rubbing furiously at his face.

“Hey, Sunshine,” Will croaked.

Nico sat down beside him on the steps, and Will looked away. “Hey,” Nico said, reaching out for Will’s cheek and turning his head back toward him - Will’s eyes dropped to his lap. “Why did you leave?”

Will laughed bitterly. “Because that was embarrassing.”

“This whole night as been embarrassing for me,” Nico told him, and brushed a tear away with his thumb. “You didn’t see me running out of there.”

Will groaned and dropped his forehead onto Nico’s shoulder. “I’m so sorry. This wasn’t how I planned on you finding out.”

Nico pushed him back and held Will’s face with both hands, forcing eye contact between them. “You wanted me to find out?”

“Um...yeah? I mean, eventually,” Will told him. “I like you, but I just wasn’t going to tell you until I figured out whether or not you like me too.”

Nico let go of Will in order to flail his hands around for emphasis. “You were going to tell me? I was prepared to take this to my grave!”

“You like me?” Will asked. “Why wouldn’t you tell me?”

“Because it’s embarrassing!”

“Would you just kiss already?” 

Both heads snapped toward the cabin behind them, where the doors and windows had opened to reveal the entire population of year-round campers watching their flustered exchange. 

“Oh my gods,” Will cried, burying his face in his hands, though Nico could still see the bright red tips of his ears. 

Nico pulled one of Will’s hands away and told him, “Hold on tight,” before he tugged Will with him into a shadow, and the two disappeared. 

thanks for reading!!!

buy me a coffee | more will solace week stuff

[bubmyg]

Can u write about being best friends with yoongi but recently you realized you kinda uhhh LOVE him so you’ve been acting different and a bit more flustered and he’s trying to figure out why and is sort of worried he did something wrong uwu

genre/warnings: slice of life, f2l, hoseok Knows, soft and sweet and cute :’-(

prompt: based on an article from business insider “7 signs someone is in love with you”, if you want the link lmk, i’m afraid to put one bc of tumblr’s whole link situation jfakldfjslafd aka a series of interactions that confirm your suspicion that you are, very much, in love with your best friend

word count: 3,383

1. they have fun with you even if the task at hand is not fun, per se

“Hoseok really isn’t going to help us clean?”

The red plastic cup ricocheting off your chest to fall into the open trash bag you held answered your question but you glanced up at Yoongi with a raised eyebrow anyway. He was looking at you, that look plastered across his features, hands blindly reaching to collect another pile of discarded cups in slender fingers as a challenging eyebrow quirked to match your own. 

“Yeah,” You agreed to the silence, a soft laugh leaving you, “You’re right.”

“We don’t have designated drivers here,” Yoongi jammed another stack of cups into the bag, holding your eye contact, “We have designated you get to clean up the following morning.” 

“But it’s always you cleaning.”

His fingers brushed yours as he took the filled bag from you, letting it plop on the tile with a loud clattering of plastic and aluminum into each other. The white was scrunched between his palms and tied into a hard knot, the contents in the bag sinking into the floor. 

Yoongi nodded, “Exactly.” 

Your hip pressed against the lip in the counter top, watching as he waddled around the side of the island, depositing the bag with the collection of others. A fond smile curled on each corner of your lips as you eyed him shake his head at the sheer amount of trash collecting near the threshold of the kitchen, cursing something about never again under his breath. 

“Can I at least turn on some music?” You slid your phone from your pocket, thumb already dancing across the screen, “So I can hear less of your complaints?”

“I’m not complaining about you.” 

Some obnoxious pop song trilled from the speakers on your phone as you deposited it back to the counter. A hesitant shimmy had you one, two, four steps closer to Yoongi with a soft grin. When you were close enough to see the fond caramel seep into the deep set chocolate of his irises did you shove at his waist, stepping around him to snatch a new trash bag. 

“Yeah,” You teased, bumping his hip as you thumbed apart the ends of the bag, “You better not be.”

“Can you at least change this song?” Yoongi was whining now, lips trembling on the edge of a pout. “I can’t dance to this.”

Your eyebrows shot up, “We’re dancing? I thought we were cleaning.”

He rolled his eyes, shrugging past you to grab your phone. The password came to seasoned thumbs effortlessly, something that earned a screech of protest from the back of your throat but he’d already changed the song to something any entirely new shade of obnoxious. 

Yoongi came back to you, wrapping an arm around your waist to elicit a burn to your cheeks and a gasp from parted lips as he spun you in a messy circle, baggy sweatpants brushing against the tops of your feet, hand splayed firmly on the small of your back over your thin shirt. 

“We’re doing both,” He deadpanned.

2. they look at you…a lot

A dry mouth not sated by any amount of water you downed from the glass in front of you and fingers aching to turn over your phone incessantly buzzing with notifications from you friend who’d likely just received your panicked holy shit he looks so good text didn’t ease the stupid amount of nerves buzzing through your veins. 

That’s how you found yourself gaping at Yoongi’s profile, again, drilling a hole in the part of his cheek flushed pink from the ballroom lights blanketing your table and the bow tie cinched around his neck. Conversation swirled around you but it was on ears of deaf ignorance, the only objective opinion in your conscious plagued with a neanderthal chant. 

Yoongi, Yoongi, Yoongi—

Why you agreed to go to a gala for Yoongi’s company with Yoongi, you would never know, nor would the six unworn outfits sprawled haphazardly across your bedroom. The dress you settled on itched, there were six new blisters scattered around your feet, your hair had gotten stuck in bits of charred chicken at least four times. 

And nothing said I’m in love with my best friend like staggering along behind him like a lost puppy with a permanent stutter in your speech every time he introduced you as this is my friend—

The slide of attentive dark eyes to you blatantly staring in his peripheral had your gaze jerking back to your lap, clammy fingers wringing together. The jewelry pasted to your skin slid as you worked, the ring on your thumb and index finger threatening to slide off. You jammed the metal, hard, against your knuckles, daring to peek back toward where Yoongi sat.  

His chin was craned completely for you, questioning smile the ghost of a dimple in his cheeks. More of his teeth appeared at your surprise, leaning closer to you. You jumped when Yoongi’s hand slid around your thigh, gasp swallowing hard down your throat when his breath brushed against the shell of your ear, lightly squeezing the supple skin covered by pleated silk.

“The chicken sucks,” He mumbled, thumb brushing across the seam of your dress to meet bare skin, “We’ll go get something else when we leave.”

Friend. You are a friend. Friend! 

“T-thank—” Your stutter returned on account of the cool links of his bracelet sliding into the crease of your thighs, “Thank god.” 

The tip of his nose brushed against your cheek as he pulled away with a rumbling chuckle, tsking playfully in his throat. His hand lingering and brushed off your skin and as if releasing the exhale in your lungs, your shoulders slumped all at once in a rush to grab for your water. 

If Yoongi weren’t trying to impress for a raise, you would have asked for something much stronger than the ice cubes you gulped down. Whole. 

3. they pay more attention to you

Hoseok ripped open the door before your wrist had even snapped to knock a second time, making no move to step out of the doorway as his stature sunk into the door frame. He regarded you with raised eyebrows, ones that disappeared into shaggy, freshly dyed red. 

“Why do you even knock anymore?” The bright headed boy contained a shrieking laugh with the back of his wrist, “We need to get you a key made.”

Your cheeks flamed, weight shifting from foot to foot, palms growing clammy around the hoodie you curled against your chest. 

“I’m not here that often,” You protested.

His stature rocked, taking up the opposite end of the door frame. “This is the third time you’ve been here today, love.”

“I can’t help it that Yoongi forgot his wallet in my car. Or needed me to listen to that new track he’s been working on,” You hesitated, palms flexing around the soft cotton, “…or forgot his hoodie in my closet.”

Hoseok snorted, “In your closet, huh?”

“Just let me—”

“Will you stop pestering our guests?” 

A lumbering flash later and a half asleep Yoongi was behind Hoseok’s shoulder. Curled knuckles dug into swollen eyelids, black t-shirt riding up over his hips as he yawned, elbows curling above his head. 

“After they’re here, at minimum, sixteen hours a day, they aren’t guests anymore, they’re roommates,” Hoseok’s thumb and index finger brushed together underneath your nose, “Careful and I’ll start making you pay rent.”

Yoongi’s knuckles pushed into the center of his friend’s chest, moving him out of the way to cup your elbow and drag you into the apartment. “Does more work around here than you ever do,” His palm slid down your forearm, dropping limply against his side, “Can I trade you out, Hoseok?”

Faintly, the tune of Can You Feel the Love Tonight whistled through Hoseok’s lips as he stepped around you to stalk into the depths of the apartment but you couldn’t pin point for sure when Yoongi’s hands were curling around your knuckles and taking the hoodie from your grasp. 

“Stealing my stuff again?” He teased. 

“Something like that...”

4. they show empathy — in good times and bad

You pressed your cheek against Yoongi’s arm, listening attentively as he ranted. You nodded where needed, hummed during pauses for swallowing, never stopped the brushed of your thumb across the inside of his thumb where he clutched onto your hand. 

“I don’t know why I expected anything less than the position going to Seokjin but—” His voice broke for the first time, knuckles white in your grasp, “—I don’t know."

You shifted, chin rutting into his chest, shoulders sagging as you offered a sad smile up at him. He mirrored the gesture, eyes dropping quickly from yours as the grip on your hand lessened. 

“There will be more opportunities, yes?” 

Yoongi shrugged, a full bodied movement. His bottom lip wobbled slightly, swelling below his cupid’s bow, rasping, “Probably. I just—I just really wanted it. You know?”

The syntax telling your brain that would be really dumb if you did that came after the first tear leaked from the corner of your eye, rolling down the slope of your nose. You laughed in spite of the second and third that followed it, shaking your head as your chin dropped.

But the descend didn’t get far as a thumb and index finger were curling around your chin, lifting your gaze. 

“Are you crying?” Yoongi demanded softly, laughing along with you. He dropped your hand to cup your cheeks in both palms, fighting at the onslaught with his thumbs, “Why are you crying?” 

“I don’t like it that you’re upset,” You sniffled, “and I want to fight your boss.”

He laughed, unabashed and full of gums, index fingers curling to brush underneath your eyes, tucking into your hair and dropping at the nape of your neck. “Well, please stop crying,” His tongue traced his bottom lip, an attempt to contain the wide spread of his smile but to no avail, “That makes me more upset.”

5. they remember the little things

"Oh, good, you’re here again,” Hoseok dryly commented as you shoved past him in the doorway. 

“Is he in his office?”

“Hello to you too, Hobi, yeah, I’m just fantastic and I love seeing your bright and smiling face every time I show up at this apartment which is a lot, if you didn’t know—” 

You answered your own question, nudging open the frosted glass with your hip the second you saw a fuzzy blob twisting about in a desk chair. The bag in hand suddenly felt ten times heavier, the brightly colored ropes knotted at the top burning into the curl of your digits. But you didn’t have time to turn and run because Yoongi had already shrugged out of his earbuds and rolled his chair closer to you. 

“Hey,” He leaned forward, elbows on his thighs, reaching a finger out to poke your stomach, “What brings you here?”

The longer your stunned silence lingered in the air, the hotter your skin grew, heart roaring in your ears, white blinding across your eyes. You registered the mold of Yoongi’s plush lips into a frown, pen stained fingertips prodding at your waist against but his voice seemed far away, underwater. 

Or maybe you were finally underwater, giving meaning to the statement in over your head. 

“Happy birthday,” You blurted finally, shoving the obnoxious purple bag against his chest. The heavy box inside swung like a pendulum from where the handles were clutched in your hands, brushing at the front of his hoodie for a few passing moments before he finally was reacting. 

The creaking of the plastic pieces of Yoongi’s chair seemed amplified ten fold in your hyper sensitive ears as his arms curved around your hand, taking the bag from you. The paper creaked now as he placed it down in his lap, carefully sliding his index finger between each side of the bag to pry it open. 

“But it’s not my birthday,” The tape in the center popped apart as he grinned up at you, “It’s not even close to my birthday.”

Your eyes squeezed shut like your fists next to your thighs, “Just open the present, Yoongi.”

He laughed, giggled, high pitched and gleeful as a hand dipped inside the bag, fishing around for the contents inside. He seemed to move in slow motion, brushing the bag aside, placing the nearly flat cardboard box into his lap, prying open the sides, plucking packing peanuts aside to flick in your direction, brushing the box out of his lap to replace it with the foam sleeve. 

“A...” Yoongi trailed off, eyebrows knit in disbelief as he placed the device against his thighs, “...a record player? You bought me a record player?”

“It’s the one you said you wanted, from that one shop you like,” You rushed to explain, “I went and got it after work today and I couldn’t wait until your actual birthday or Christmas or whatever to give it to you so I drove over and—”

You squeaked when he grabbed your wrist, tugging you forward and then down to center his lips against your temple, silencing only your speech but worsening your screeching heart. 

“Thank you,” He spoke against your skin, lips wet and brushing over the spot he’d pecked, “I love it.”

Your heart tripped and clattered up into your throat, clawing desperately to pry apart your lips and scream. 

I love you. 

6. they introduce you to the important people in their lives

Yoongi froze in your doorway when your hand around his wrist was no longer tugging him forward. Another bark. Another titter of nails against hardwood. A hush from you. One more bark. 

“Angel?” He called into your apartment, “What is that?”

The barking ceased but clattering toenails turned into bounding steps. You watched from the hallway as the dog slid, face first, into Yoongi’s shins, tongue lulling from his mouth, tail wagging so violently his entire back end swayed. The startled man crouched, fingers becoming lost in the dog’s thick brown and white fur as his blank stare stayed fixated on a warped spot in the hardwood where the flooring shifted to tile in the kitchen. 

“Meet Coco.”

Yoongi jumped, again, when you shoved yourself off the wall, stalking over to where he scratching long fingers through your dog’s coarse fur. He squinted at you as you joined him, pressing crooked finger tips into the dog’s hips and working soft circles with the blunt edge of your nails. 

“You have a dog?”

You nodded, “I have a dog.”

“Why...” Yoongi trailed off, shaking his head in disbelief, “When did you get a dog?”

“Two weeks ago.”

“You hid a dog from me for two weeks—” 

You reached, cupping your palm across his lips until they stopped opening like a fish out of water. “I hid a dog from everyone for two weeks,” You hushed, “So maybe stop announcing it to everyone.”

“He was literally barking when I got here.”

“He literally hasn’t barked since I got him. Just at you,” You sat down, alerting the attention of the dog as it wiggled over to step in between the cross of your lap, “Probably because you’re the first person he’s met besides me.”

Yoongi sat too, still staring at you like you’d grown a toe out of the tip of your nose. “You haven’t told anyone that you have a dog? Not even your landlord?”

“Until I have to pay extra on my rent—” Your lips brushed the top of the dog’s head, “—I’m not going to.”

Silence, and then a hushed, “I can’t believe you have a dog. I can’t believe you told me you have a dog.”

"Careful,” You shifted, dragging the panting dog closer to your chest, “Next I’ll tell you I have a mom and you’ll have to meet her, too.”

7. they often mention the future

Yoongi hummed around the rim of his wine glass, taking another languid sip of crimson red past chapped lips. “What is it about wine that makes you so inquisitive?”

Poking him no longer felt like you were burning a hole in your finger tips, not with the dull buzz of alcohol sating your heart. “Answer my question, Yoongi,” You prodded at his ankle again, traveling higher up his calf where he sat cross legged in front of you. 

“I’ve already answered all your questions tonight so—” He took another sip, letting the glass fall with a clatter against the stone coaster on your coffee table, “—tell me about your future. Where do you see yourself?”

“Can I be honest with you?” Something in your conscious screamed for you to shut up but the round of your lips forcing the words to roll off your tongue failed to listen. 

Yoongi’s curt nod of acknowledgement had you spilling, “I just wanted to see if your plans included me because mine include you—” Your attention fell to the remnants of the bleeding liquid in your glass, swirling it around, “—sorry.”

When he was silent for longer than your heart cared to take, you were shooting up from the couch, nearly spilling the limited wine left in your glass all over the front of your shirt. “I’m getting more,” You announced, tripping again in your desperate attempt to get past him. 

You didn’t get much farther than around the arm of the couch when his fingers brushed across your hips, snagging against the fabric of your shirt to tug. Your glass met the coffee table, mirroring his as he instead curled his fingers around your clenched fists, pulling until you sank back into the couch a space away from him where you’d once been. 

“Of course my plans include you,” He quirked an eyebrow, chasing your gaze that tried to avoid his eyes. When you finally blinked up at him he inquired softly, “Why wouldn’t they?”

“Yoongi, I don’t think we mean it in the same way.”

He hummed, thumbs brushing your knuckles, easing apart the tense muscles the thread your fingers together, holding your encased hands in his lap. “Try me,” He prodded, “What way do you mean?”

“Forget it.”

“No, I won’t forget it,” Yoongi eased himself forward, bringing your hands up to feather his lips over the back of your hands, “Because I tried to forget it but I couldn’t.”

“Because I thought I’d done something wrong. I mean, we’ve been friends for so long and all of the sudden you started to act like I’d burnt you every time I breathed too close. You wouldn’t even make eye contact with me yet you kept showing up at my apartment only to behave like I’d done something wrong.”

“Then I thought about it,” He tilted his head to one side, “and I thought about myself and my feelings and I realized something. Or, I thought I realized something—” When you quirked an eyebrow, he grinned, “—love, you’re not very subtle. I haven’t heard you stutter since that speech you had to give about tarantulas in freshman year communications.”

“So what are you saying?”

“I’m saying,” Yoongi leaned closer, “that I’m in love with you, too. Always have been. Always will be.”

You squeaked and you stuttered and you avoided his eye contact all in the span of a half a second, “Who said I’m in love with you?”

He tugged you closer by your intertwined hands, dropping the appendages to curl his fingers underneath your jaw, holding you in place. 

“Well, are you?”

You huffed out a laugh, “Maybe. A little.”

“Can you say it so I can kiss you?” 

“But you can kiss me now.”

“I’m not kissing you until you say it.”

“You’re so annoying.”

“But you love me?”

You sighed, centering your eyes back to his, finally, finding absolute adoration in your favorite brown eyes that you could have caught on to months ago if you hadn’t been so wrapped up in your own apprehension. 

“Yes, Yoongi,” The exhale that left you trembled at your shoulders, at your fingers that dared to curl around his wrists, “I love you.”

“Good,” He nodded, awkward albeit, eyes flicking to your mouth, “Uh, can I kiss you now?”

“Please.”

[konigsxbrg]

(Kny SS) Sanemi/Giyuu: High school AU

  Here’s the first chapter of my secret santa fic for Lala Zee ! I’m SO sorry I’m so late, I was trying to post a preview as soon as possible so you’d get something but stuff kept coming up. Here is Chapter 1 from your prompt: “Sanemi/Giyuu where Sanemi is the new kid/bad boy of Senior Year in high school and Giyuu is the only one not scared of him.”

I hope to make it justice, and that you enjoy the intro to our boys, here it goes!

Chapter 1

The day had begun like any other school day. The typical high-school noise bottled around him, chattering and giggles and a few whispers (if they could be considered such when they were obviously meant to be heard), some of them pointed at him followed by laughter.

All in all, a typical day for Tomioka Giyuu.

His eyes raised as he looked outside the window. The sky was clear, sun shining quite bright despite the season. Still, he couldn’t help but thinking it would rain later.

His thoughts were interrupted when the background noise came to a stop. English teacher walking in as everyone hurried to their seats, the snickering slowly dying as the class began.

Giyuu tried to pay attention, listening to the explanations and following the mechanical repetitions. But it was in vain. He just couldn’t help but feel slightly bothered by something. A feeling which unfortunately lasted throughout the longer-than-usual school day.

When school was finally over, he walked out, trying to glance at the entrance in hopes of catching something (or someone) when-

“Giyuuuuuuu!” A loud voice, more familiar to him than his own, raced through the courtyard and made its way to him in the shape of a loud energetic pink-haired guy. “Why are you so late?! I’ll beat you up if you stayed asleep in the roof again!” 

“I had detention,” is his calm explanation, still lost in his thoughts.

“I KNEW I-- Wait. Detention? Ooh,” coos Sabito, clearly interested and smirking as he puts his arm around a slightly miffed Giyuu. “Is little Tomo-chan finally growing up? Knew you’d learn something sooner than later. Did you rebel against the teachers? Fought that new mohawk guy who threw your lunch last week? Because if you haven’t yet then I--”

“I got into a fight.” A pause. “Sort of.”

“What do you mean ‘sort of’? You’re either in a fight or you aren’t. Don’t tell me you half-assed your first fight!”

“It wasn’t my fight.” 

“Eh? You’re not making any sense. Anyways, did you win?”

At this, Giyuu couldn’t help but frown.

Because, quite honestly, he wasn’t sure himself either.

It had all begun as follows: 

Giyuu had been on cleaning duty one day, staying over after classes to take care of the classroom. Usually, more than one person stayed on duty, but the other student, a classmate named Tanjiro, told him he had to go pick up all four of his siblings one by one after school and couldn’t stay. He seemed quite embarrassed and willing to make up for it later, so Giyuu simply nodded his assent, to which he earned a smile and clap on the back. A bit too familiar compared to what he’s used to, but it didn’t really offend him.

He also didn’t mind staying over by himself, even if he missed out on walking home with Sabito, the school turned into a temporary relaxing place when most students were out of the premises.

It was peaceful. Quiet.

Except-

Not really. 

He started to hear a commotion coming from a neighboring classroom, brow frowning as he wondered who else would be left here. Giyuu heard some shouts and the sounds of desks falling over. Now, he usually kept to himself, but years of knowing Sabito had gotten him more involved in altercations than he’d care for. Mostly playing the peacemaker, as he tried to keep his more temperamental friend out of trouble. 

So he hurried over, seeing if there was anything he could do or if the matter was serious enough to call a teacher over.

What he saw though, surprised him.

He wasn’t shocked by the fight, but he was surprised to see someone he recognised. Not because he knew them, but because they’d been recently introduced during their recent PE class. Shinazugawa Sa… Something. Giyuu wasn’t a natural talker, and this guy didn’t seem to be a naturally friendly either, keeping to himself and lashing out a few times when other guys tried to mess with him. They hadn’t ever really interacted, but Giyuu had taken notice of him several times. Especially regarding those scars he had, running across his cheek and nose and on his forehead. It was an odd sight for a seventeen-year-old, but Giyuu knew better than to stare.

The image that crossed his sight now was one of Shinazugawa, a feral look on his face for lack of a more apt description, rising a whole table desk over his head as he loomed over three guys who scrambled up from the floor, purple marks rising on their faces. As soon as Giyuu opened the door the guys shouted out,

“This guy is a monster! Come, let’s get the fuck out of here!” A guy who was still standing up ran first, the other three following behind- but not before Shinazugawa finished throwing the desk right at where they just previously were. Their loud shrieks and cursing were heard as they left running through the hallway, promises of getting back at ‘scarface’ being tossed from afar.

Shinazugawa shouted, made as if to follow them- when his eyes crossed Giyuu’s. Who’d just been standing here, impassive eyes watching the whole ordeal.

“Get back here you motherfu---! What the HELL!” Shinazugawa exclaimed as he took Giyuu in, who’d very well look like a sort of apparition with how still he was. “Who the fuck are you?”

“Tomioka Gi--” “Yeah, I don’t care for your damn name. Your friends left you behind or somethin’?” The guy sneered as he stepped menacingly closer, “Or you just didn’t have enough yet?”

Giyuu’s eyes took in the appearance of the guy. Despite his behavior, his breathing was erratic, sign he was quite agitated or exhausted from the fight. His face was blossoming some bruises of their own, but the most worrisome thing was his white uniform sleeve. It had blood spots. And he hadn’t seen any of the other guys bleeding. Unless he’d missed that, then this blood had to be his own.

“Too scared to answer, you little sh--?”

“You’re hurt” Giyuu blurted out, frowning in concern as he looked at the sleeve.

“What-” The taller one blinked, quickly arriving to a conclusion as he grabbed Giyuu’s shirt by his collar. “You think just because your friends used dirty tricks you can take me on?!”

“No.” Was Giyuu’s calm response. “Let me help you.”

“Let you--? Hah! Seriously. You must be joking.” Shinazugawa drops him, stepping away to put his hands on his pants’ pockets. “I’m done here.”

But before he can walk away, Giyuu makes a quick notion to grab him by the arm- the hurt arm. The wince and the muffled complaint were enough to prove his theory. It looked like his sleeve had been nicked by a small knife, which was definitely a dirty trick, and knowing how physically fit Shinazugawa was, and how many guys had been needed to try to ‘take him on’, there was no doubt, they’d brought some weapons to possibly try to gain the upper hand.

“I’ll take you to the infirmary.”

“Hah? You got some balls, you know? If you let me go right now I won’t plummet you to the ground too.”

“You shouldn’t leave this injury untreated,” he insisted.

Shinazugawa frowned and spelled out through gritted teeth, “Let. Go. Before I lose my patience.”

But Giyuu just stared back, unwavering deep blue eyes staring right into Shinazugawa’s grey threatening ones.

A moment passed, but neither backed down.

Shinazugawa finally tsk’d, “You can get me a band-aid if that’ll make you go away.”

Giyuu nodded, relieved as he finally let go of the other’s arm. 

“This way.”

As he silently walked along with the seething boy through the hallways and towards the school’s infirmary, he felt his rapidly beating heartbeat calm down. Why had he done that? Insist on helping the clearly unwilling new transfer student?

He wasn’t sure, he just…. remembered, when he’d just gotten into this school. The insults, the bullying. The resident delinquents bothered anyone they fancied while the school tried to keep up the facade that they had everything under control. 

But most of all, the loneliness.

Because that’s what he saw whenever he looked at Shinazugawa, not talking to others, isolating himself, scaring anyone who approached him away.

He didn’t just see someone angry at the world. He saw loneliness and hurt. And no facade the other would put up could possibly conceal something he himself knew so intimately.

Perhaps it had been because of this.

Perhaps, something else.

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Oop and here it ends, I’m really looking forward to writing more Sanemi and Giyuu interaction, and Sabito out there being the best bro ever. 

[xoexoxhoe]

Meeting Monsta X in Tokyo after KCON

A/N: YALL. SO- I’m currently in Japan and crying because although im in my mother land- I WAS UNABLE TO SEE OUR BEAUTIFUL BOYS AND GIRLS OF THE INDUSTRY AT KCON CUZ 1) i’m broke, and 2) i’m broke and my dad would kill me if I left my family for that. BUT anyways- I wrote this on the plane because I was just filled with sympathy for myself and literally broke down with my family cause I just wanna be there 😂Hope ya’ll enjoy this imagine! Cuz I enjoyed writing it. (Rant over)

Takoyaki in a park + Tokyo + Monsta X? Oh, sign me up plz 😪✨

MONSTA X & Y/N 

The flight to Japan felt way too long for comfort, but you beared with it anyways. The service was amazing, and you couldn’t shake the sense of excitement that you felt as your plane finally touched down in Tokyo. Your mask, sweatpants, and oversized sweatshirt made you unrecognizable to even your own family. Your brother poked fun at you, saying you looked like ‘one of your Kpop boys trying to evade the paparazzi’, to which you nodded and told him that’s exactly what you were doing. He’d roll his eyes as you both caught up to your father, questioning what the days agenda would entail, begging to go and see at least one anime store of the sort.

Your earphones blared a multitude of Kpop songs, ranging from your beloved Monsta X to your treasured ATEEZ. Your parents could barely get your attention after you had a good look at Monsta X’s posters scattered around parts of the airport, all promoting the one thing you truly wished you could attend: KCON Japan.

“Mom, I’m literally going to die if I don’t go one day.”

Your mom shrugged her shoulders, “Sweetie, you never know, we’re here for a few days, maybe you’ll see them after all.” she gave you a quick wink before helping your father with a few bags.

“Yeah, your mother is right, Y/N. We have a lot of walking to do, I’m sure you’ll see at least one famous person.” Your dad heaved your suitcase off of the large conveyer and you smiled.

“Having a hard time there, buddy?” You teased, looking back at your brother for reassurance.

Your dad stuck out his index finger, shaking it while scolding you, “Now, now, don’t start acting up on me just yet.”

Your brother cackled, “Easy, tiger. The trip only began twenty minutes ago and we’re already fighting.”

The car ride to the hotel you stayed at was shorter than you expected, and you enjoyed taking in the beautiful sights of various temples, food stands, as well as locals and tourists alike hustling around the large city roads. Your dad felt the need to find a ramen place as soon as you checked into the hotel and got situated.

“I- I don’t mean to be rude, Dad, but can I go ahead and walk around a bit on my own?” you gave your dad those signature puppy eyes of yours, ensuring that your lips were extra pouty.

“Y/N, if I let you go will you promise to at least hang out with your super cool family for the rest of the trip?”

You winked at your dad after coming out of the bathroom sporting a new outfit and your backpack, heading for the door,“Matta ne! (See you later!)”

Your mom hollered down the hallway as you sauntered towards the elevators, “Back by ten, no later!”

“Ara, umma! (Got it mom!)”

The city of Tokyo was exceptionally beautiful this time of year. The sakura season was coming to a bittersweet end, but the few flurries left of pink flowers signifying that Spring was alive and well created a soft smile that spread across your face. As you crossed a bridge overlooking a small pond, you heard a few shrill screams, causing your head to tilt in confusion. After craning your neck over the trees across the park, you saw a few girls holding pieces of paper with what appeared to be signatures. You rolled your eyes, not at the girls, but at the fact that they’ve probably seen idols who attended KCON, and you didn’t. You continued to walk down the park path, ending up at a  bench near a vendor selling fresh takoyaki. The smell was irresistible; a mixture of both sweet and bold flavors wrapped in the essence of crispy fish and octopus. You were certain you weren’t hungry, but your stomach said otherwise.

As you approached the vendor, you pulled out whatever yen you could to match the price of a few cheese takoyaki. You had enough Japanese language skills to get through a conversation with the kind man, thanking him for the meal and heading to the far side of his stand to place a few condiments on your plate. After reaching for sweet chili sauce, you were caught off guard by the pristine porcelain fingers that were now mingling with your own. Soon enough, the hand pulled back and so did you, looking up and bowing, saying sorry a few times before looking the person in the eyes.

With a mouth full of takoyaki as well, a familiar face that you knew stared at you with a sheepish smile, in a shaky voice, he stated in English, “I am so sorry! I reached at same time!”

Your jaw dropped, Yoo FUCKING Kihyun; you knew he was beautiful in pictures alone, but the way his smile captured the dim lights of the takoyaki stand made you swoon. You gained consciousness from your dumbfounded stupor and blinked, starting to speak Korean on instinct, “No! I’m so sorry! You go ahead first!” Your eyes darted to the side of him, and once again, you felt your heart jump.

In a husky voice, Jooheon walked behind him, nagging him about being slow, “Hyung! What’s taking you so long? Shownu hyung is asking for more sauce,” he turned his head to see you and Kihyun staring at each other, “Oh! New friend?”

You shook your head, “I’m so sorry I bothered you!”

Jooheon laughed and his crescent eyes melted your heart, “hey now! No one said you were bothering. Did Kihyun do the awkward thing where he reaches for sauce at the same time as you?”

You gulped, fuck how does he know?

You nodded, “He did- but; It’s fine! Really! I should have been paying attention!” You had a hand behind your head, running your fingers through your hair to distract your nerves.

“AIGOO! Kihyun-shi, you’re so awkward at times!” Hyungwon. With his signature ice coffee in hand, you almost couldn’t contain your laughter and admiration.

“Guys, he’s just trying to make small talk with an obviously beautiful woman.” Changkyun came from behind and gripped Kihyun’s shoulders.

“Yah, hands off.” Kihyun’s goofy smile and the way he brushed off Changkyun’s hands made you laugh as well.

With a small voice you raised your hand, “I… I don’t mean to be-“

You were interrupted by a deep voice, “Kihyun-shi, where’s the sauce?”

Shownu’s tall figure came over to your side and you almost jumped. Minhyuk came to the side of Jooheon with a vlive phone, waving goodbye to the probable hundreds of thousands of fans that were tuning in. “Who’s this?” Shownu smiled, waving at you as you bowed slightly.

“Oh- I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you all.” You bowed yet again, feeling as if you weren’t being polite enough to the people you so loved with every fiber of your being.

The boys all went down the line to introduce themselves rather than doing their typical introduction, and you smiled, thanking them for that.

Jooheon smiled, “Y/N, do you know who Monsta X is by any chance?”

Your cheeks became flushed and you felt yourself get hot, “Uh- Yes! I do…”

“That doesn’t sound too reassuring, guys.

I don’t know if Y/N likes us.” Wonho walked behind you and squeezed your shoulder while laughing, looking into your eyes and winking. This isn’t real.

You wanted to scream, run a million laps around this entire damn park; you were dying to start singing a bar or two of Beautiful, or better yet, start belting Trespass. Your inner Monbebe began to crawl out from the depths of your deep ocean of love for all things Monsta X, but you suppressed it as best as you could.

“No! I actually really admire you all, and on behalf of all Monbebe, I just want to say that we are so proud of all of your hard work and please sleep well, eat well, and live it up.” You snickered to yourself at your Japanese Monsta X song reference and awaited the reaction of the members.

Minhyuk took your hand and bowed, “And on behalf of Monsta X to our Monbebe, thank you for loving us, we hope you all feel our hard work as we continue to progress in our career.”

You were quaking as his soft hand slipped out of yours slowly, followed by his charming smile.

Kihyun shook the sweet chili bottle and poured some into your paper bowl, “I do this and mix the sauce with the homemade sauce here,” he placed another dollop of whatever daisy looking sauce was in the bottle, and all you could do was thank him over and over.

“Hey guys, should we grab a picture with our Monbebe?” Jooheon put up his hands, and the other members nodded their heads in unison. You were frozen, barely able to move with your takoyaki in tow as Changkyun grabbed your wrist and led you to a tree off to the side of the takoyaki stand. Your heart jumped into your throat when his hands grabbed your bowl and placed it on a bench to the side.

“Thank you so much.” You whispered over and over.

“No, thank YOU for not attacking us.” Shownu chuckled and you couldn’t contain your smile this time, staring into the camera as Minhyuk placed a selfie stick in the air, counting down the moments before he clicked a picture. Once you were finished, the boys disbanded from their selfie positions and looked back at you.

You pulled out your Polaroid camera and smiled weakly, “Is it too much to ask if we could take individual pictures?”

They smiled brightly, “Let’s do it!”

After taking brilliantly radiant selfies with each of the members, they grabbed the pictures and signed them, each writing a small note addressed to you. You couldn’t believe it; your cheeks were writhing in pain from the amount of happiness radiating off of your smile and body. They each waved you goodbye, stating that they hoped to see you back in Korea someday, and you lifted your arm in response, allowing your fingers to move freely to send them off. You sat on the bench where Changkyun left your food and stared at your boots in complete disbelief. You found your way back to the hotel around the same time as your family.

“Hey, honey! How was your walk? Have you eaten?” Your mother was at your side stroking your hair.

“Mom; I don’t think I’m gonna eat for the next lifetime because I just got served a full course MEAL.” Your eyes were misty with happy tears, and your brother’s eyebrows knit in confusion.

“What the hell, Y/N? It looks like you saw a ghost?”

You began to belt the chorus to Ghost by Monsta X, tears of joy trickling down your face. 

“Whoa! I didn’t mean to hurt you, sis!” Your brother looked shocked as you continued to sing the lyrics while entering the elevator .

“Umma, Dad- I SAW THEM!” You screamed into the elevator wall and your brother laughed hysterically.

You whipped out the selfies and your brother’s face dropped as well, “holy shit…” he whispered.

It was undeniably the best day of your life and you didn’t want to change it for the world. You were thankful for your sweet, kind hearted, and beautiful Monsta X. You held those pictures close to you heart the entire night, thanking the Kpop God’s for sending you this blessing. Although you couldn’t utter all the words you wished you could have, you still cried at the fact that busy people such as themselves took time out of their lives to pay attention to you for more than a second; and for that, you were forever grateful.

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1 THROUGH 55 AND 1 THROUGH 30 GO GO GO

LETS FUCKIN GO

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55 interesting questions you should drop in someone’s inbox

1. If you didn’t have to sleep, what would you do with the extra time?

I ALREADY WATCH NETFLIX AND AGONIZE OVER MY STORY

2. What’s your favorite piece of clothing you’ve own/owned?

MY JACKETS. ANY CHEST OBSCURING, BROAD SHOULDERED, COZY JACKET

3. What hobbies would you get into if time and money wasn’t an issue?

DANCING, ID NEED TO GO TO CLASSES OR SOMETHING

4. What would your perfect room look like?

IM ACTUALLY PRETTY HAPPY WITH MY ROOM BUT IVE ALWAYS WANTED A LAVA LAMP, AND 1800 MORE PLANTS COULDNT HURT

5. Do you play sports?

NO

6. What fiction place would you love to go to?

SINNOH REGION

7. What Job would you be terrible at?

DEBT COLLECTION. I WOULD BE GIVING SHIT TO PEOPLE FOR FREE. I COULDNT BEAR BEING ENCOURAGED TO FORCE PEOPLE WHO CANT PAY FOR SOMETHING TO PAY MORE

8. If you could turn any activity into an Olympic sport, what would it be?

SERVING. HOW MANY PLATES CAN YOU CARRY AT ONCE

9. What’s the most annoy habit other people have?

WALKING IN MY SPACE BUBBLE WHEN MY SENSES ARE OVERLOADED

10. What skill would you like to master?

A SECOND LANGUAGE

11. What would be the most amazing adventure to go on?

THE ONE FROM MY DREAM WHERE I KISSED A GIRL DYED MY HAIR BLUE AND WE ELOPED TO BRAZIL TO RAISE SHEEP

12. What’s your favorite drink ?

THAT CHRISTMAS SHIT. PEPPERMINT MOCHA AT STARBUCKS. A FRIEND GOT IT FOR ME ONCE. NOW I ORDER IT A BILLION TIMES.

13. What state or country would you never like to go back to?

I HAVE NOT TRAVELLED MUCH EVER

14. What songs do you have completely memorized?

I DONT REMEMBER LYRICS SO MUCH, BUT I COULD PROBABLY REMEMBER HOW MANY SONGS GO COMPLETELY

15. Are you usually early or late?

LATE. IM GETTING BETTER THOUGH

16. What takes up too much of your time?

GETTING OUT OF BED

17. What do you wish you knew more about?

SWORDS

18. What are some small things that make your day better?

COFFEE. SOMEONE SAYING SOMETHING NICE TO ME.

19. What TV channel doesn’t exist but really should?

QUEER EYE BUT BY TRANS PEOPLE FOR TRANS PEOPLE

20. Who has impressed you the most with what they’ve accomplished?

YOU. AND ME. ITS GROWTH

21. What age do you wish you can permanently be?

21, SO I HAVE TIME TO FIGURE OUT WHAT THE FUCKS GOING ON

22. What TV show or movie do you refuse to watch?

13 REASONS, THE BOOK WAS TRIGGERING SO I WONT RISK IT

23. What would be your ideal way to spend you weekend?

TAKING A WALK, HAVING COFFEE, WATERING PLANTS… IM HAPPY

24. What’s something in your life that’s considered a luxury?

I HAVE PERFUME...

25. Is there anything you’re too young/old for?

TO YOUNG TO NEVER DRINK. TOO OLD FOR POKEMON

26. What’s your favorite genre book or movie?

I DONT HAVE THE ATTENTION SPAN FOR EITHER BUT I SEEM TO LIKE URBAN FANTASY A LOT

27. How often do you people watch?

I THINK IM SO POLITE BUT HONESTLY, I QUIETLY SCRUTINIZE SO MANY PEOPLE ON THE TRAIN EVERY DAY AND GUESS AT THEIR PERSONAL HABITS AND SELF IMAGE.

28. What’s the best single day on the calendar?

MY BIRTHDAY, SAGITTARIUS SEASON RULES BABY

29. What are you interested in that most people haven’t heard of?

I DONT KNOW ABOUT ANYTHING PPL HAVENT HEARD OF BUT IM INTERESTED IN BLACK HOLES

30. Do you relax after a hard day?

FOOD. NETFLIX. DECOMPOSING ON TUMBLR

31. What’s the best book or series you’ve ever read?

I HAVENT READ A BOOK I REALLY LOVE IN AGES. HARRY POTTER AND ARTEMIS FOWL WERE MY FAVOURITES GROWING UP, BUT CORNELIA FUNKES BOOKS SLAPPED AND HIS DARK MATERIALS WAS GORGEOUS

32. Where’s the farthest you’ve ever been from home?

IDAHO?

33. What’s the most heart warming thing you’ve ever seen?

LUCIFER WAS LIKE YOU DESERVE SOMEONE WHO CARES ABOUT YOUR BORING MIDDLE NAME JANE AND KNOWS THAT EVERY MURDER BREAKS YOUR HEART AND YOU SIMPLY DESERVE BETTER SO NO MORE MOMENTS WHILE THEYRE HAVING A MOMENT AND CHLOE IS WATCHING THIS FUCKING IDIOT AND IVE WATCHED THIS BEFORE SO I KNOW SHES GONNA KISS HIM AND THEN THEY KISS

34. What’s the most annoying question that people ask you?

ANY SMALL TALK QUESTIONS

35. Would you give a 40 minute presentation with no preparation?

YES. ID MAKE THAT SHIT RIGHT UP. SKILLS

36. What’s something you think everyone should do at least once in their lives?

GIVE ME A HUG AND SOME CHOCOLATE

37. Would you rather go Hand Gliding or Whitewater rafting?

HANG GLIDING

38. Dream car?

SOMETHING I DONT HAVE TO WORRY WILL FALL INTO PIECES AT ANY MOMENT

39. What’s something so many people are obsessed with and you just don’t understand why?

STRAIGHT LOVE SONGS

40. What are you most looking forward to in 10 years from now?

HAVING A CAT

41. What’s something you’ve been meaning to try but haven’t gotten to it?

DECORATING THE DOLLHOUSE I RESCUED FROM THE BATHROOM

42. What’s the best thing that’s happened to you all week?

IM NOT VERY FAR THROUGH THE WEEK AND I HAVENT ENJOYED MOST OF IT BUT PEOPLE SAYING ADORABLE THINGS

43. How different was your life one year ago?

NOT A LOT DIFFERENT, IM JUST LONELY IN THE CITY NOW, MINUS A TOXIC RELATIONSHIP, ONE YEAR ON T

44. What/who would you rate 10/10?

MY CACTUS JAKEN. I DROPPED HIM SO MANY TIMES AN ENTIRE HALF OF HIS SPIKES ARE FLAT SCARS. AND LOOK AT HIM. THRIVING

45. What kind of art do you enjoy the most?

GENUINELY MADE ART

46. What do you hope never changes?

MY T PRESCRIPTION

47. What movie title best describes your life?

I LOOKED THROUGH NETFLIX AND I PICK TWILIGHT

48. What website do you visit most often?

TUMBLR

49. What’s something you’re looking forward to this year?

MY BIRTHDAY

50. What’s something you’d like to unlearn?

FINDING A REASON TO CANCEL EVERY SINGLE LITTLE THING

51. Where would you spend all your time if you could?

WALKING BY SOME RUNNING WATER

52. What age would you like to live to?

80. THATS MY MENTAL HEALTH ANSWER

53. What’s something you’re most likely to become famous for?

SOMETHING CREATIVE WOULD BE AWESOME

54. What’s something you’re most likely to be arrested for?

CRIMES

55. What’s something you really want but can’t afford?

A CAT

Lgbt+ ask game

What do you identify as and what are your pronouns?

I’m even a little shaken by a questioning state right now but for a while I’ve felt the best fit is the androgynous label -- I read a description of it being the purple on a pink to blue scale, both at once but not specifically either one, and something else by itself. I’m also happy with a cryptic masculine grey area. My pronouns are he/him.

How did you discover your sexuality, tell your story?

During the Puberty 1.0 nightmare, I was basically living someone else’s life, and any attraction I felt wasn’t in relation to myself. I felt disconnected from my body and gender and everything too, and I felt a lot of social pressure to experience a certain type of attraction, fit into a certain role, et cetera, and none of these feelings existed in me at all, so I used to identify as ace. When I realized I was trans, I was too caught up in the, transition safely, my life is a lie, stopping dysphoria drama to focus on this, but I had an idea I might be a gay guy judging from my gay creative writing until I caught feelings for a girl and realized this wasn’t the first time that had happened. Some bi positivity and nonbinary rage later, I am reminded that gender is a joke.

Have you experienced being misgendered? What happened and how did you overcome it?

Yes of course A LOT. Starting with my parents, who do it aggressively and maliciously. And plenty from strangers and customers, mostly after hearing my voice pre-transition. It used to hurt terribly because I was dealing with so much other stuff at the time, and one little thing could be the last straw, so I used to react strongly and harshly, to people you express yourself to anyway. On T, I’ve been so much more chill and confident, and it’s less painful to accept that some people just don’t know any better, although that doesn’t change its effect.

Who was the first person you told, how did they react?

I don’t remember, I think it was a high school friend. I vaguely remember texting someone in a bathroom during a crying session at work. My high school friends were all warm and supportive.

Describe what it was like coming out, what did you feel?

It was scary as hell. I’m sure coming out (with your gender specifically) is scary by nature because it’s a huge truth to be telling that can really change how the people you love perceive you, for better or for worse, but for me, I’m also thinking with the dread and certainty that my family would be too conservative and potentially dangerous. Coming out to my family was one of the worst, most painful things I’ve ever been through -- being kicked out and laughed at, a lot of drama, confrontations, Bible readings and being ganged up on at odd hours, trying to comfort my mom who took it as her personal failure -- I was shaking with adrenaline 24/7. I think of the “I’ll suffer through anything as long as it has meaning” comment that was about angsty fanfics, but knowing the truth about myself was a source of unshakable strength and it felt refreshing and even triumphant to say, like I was giving myself permission to exist for the first time. I came out a bunch of times, though...

If you’re out, how did your parents/guardians/friends react?

My family reacted mostly badly, my sister is a little confused but has the spirit, and my friends have been wonderful.

What is one question you hate people asking about your sexuality?

It’s more of a gender thing, but I hate it when people imply that I shouldn’t be on T or are subtly trying to talk me out of it with their questions. After all the disrespectful as fuck bullshit I heard from my parents, I’m tired of this.

Describe the style of clothing that you most often wear.

Zombie apocalypse denim? Gay Layers

Who are your favourite lgbt+ ships?

I’m not really emotionally invested in these “ships” you cool kids are talking about. I like canon, age-appropriate ones.

What does makeup mean to you? Do you wear any?

I’ve never really worn makeup. I brazenly never bothered to growing up, and if it had an effect on me socially, I was too tuned out to care. My sister always wanted to do my hair and makeup, but I wasn’t interested and wouldn’t let her, much to her frustration. I wore some for a musical once though, and I had no idea what I was doing and it was extremely uncomfortable. I felt what I know now is dysphoria and ended up using the lipstick to draw. Another aspect to this is my family forbade it (or my dad made the decision for everyone), not that it made my sister feel less pressured to wear it, so maybe it was some female presentation I could easily get out of. For that reason, I don’t have super strong feelings about it. Not understanding it probably resulted in me feeling left out a lot among my peers.

Do you experience dysphoria? If so, how does that affect you?

Yes. Before my realization, it was a numb horror I wasn’t consciously aware of, ruining nice things growing up to the point where I feel like I missed out on being a teenager. I remember it as feeling nauseous while sitting in a corner, feeling like none of my clothes ever fit for some mysterious reason. Living with my family in the closet, it defined my life, and I was obsessed with my presentation. These days, it does not bother me on that level at all, except a minor freakout now and then if I get really wild and wear feminine clothes. Or I still feel it in more subtle ways, when I default to customer service voice, or when guys my age are twice my height and I look aaaall the way up at them and wonder what gender they see me as.

What is the stupidest thing you’ve heard said about the lgbt+ community?

Trust me, I have heard truck loads of dumb shit and the winner is the Gay Agenda is R****a’s propaganda to weaken the integrity of North America. Considering what is happening over there, it was enragingly stupid.

What’s your favourite thing about the lgbt+ community?

I feel like I can be myself around lgbt+ people. I don’t feel like I have to hide stuff or put on a show, and I’m not afraid because it’s familiar territory.

What’s your least favourite thing about the lgbt+ community?

Aside from obvious problems like TERFs, ace discourse. Ace people are part of the community if they want to be and that’s enough on that, my skin is already breaking out.

Have you ever been to your cities pride event? Why or why not?

I finally went to a Pride event this year! I was surprised it was the first one I’d been to, then remembered my parents discouraged me from going anywhere, never mind to a gay where.

Who is your favourite lgbt+ Icon/Advocate/Celebrity?

I can’t think of many people right now, but Leslie Feinberg seems awesome, and some quotes from Stone Butch Blues are very validating.

Have you been in a relationship and how did you meet?

No. Technically I have been in one, but it was shitty and ridiculous, and basically platonic, and I don’t want it to count.

What is your favourite lgbt+ book?

I barely read… I read Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe in high school and it was honestly so precious.

Have you ever faced discrimination? What happened?

Yes. I got kicked out (but then kicked back in again), had my stuff stolen and damaged, was verbally harassed… and I was indirectly fired by an employer, but We Will Never Know Why...

Your Favorite lgbt+ movie or show?

Queer Eye! I don’t know of many though, and some important ones, I just haven’t watched.

Who are some of your favourite lgbt+ bloggers?

My mutuals :D

Which lgbt+ slur do you want to reclaim?

I’m okay calling myself queer.

Have you ever gone to a gay bar, or a drag show, how was it?

No, but I did see some drag performances at the one (1) Pride event I went to, and they were jaw-dropping.

How do you self-identify your gender, and what does that mean to you?

I’m not sure what this question means, but I decide what fits right by what makes me feel the most alive and emotionally real and in the moment. What makes me feel the most attractive to be honest. There’s a post about dysphoria I saw going around, the things on it are basically what I use to figure things out.

Are you interested in having children? Why or why not?

I am actually! Not anytime soon, but I’m the responsible type for sure, and judging by the way I love growing plants and being around animals, I’m probably a nurturing person. I actually like kids too, lol, they’re just so high-energy.

What identity advice would you give your younger self?

You’re a boy. Go!

What do you think of gender roles in relationships?

I think people are going to have different ways of expressing themselves that make them happy, but… I don’t think they should infringe on basic human decency. When I hear “role” I think of acting a certain way because someone told you to, something I want to disagree with on the spot.

Anything else you want to share about your experience with gender?

People move out of my way on the sidewalk and take me seriously now. Privilege or self-confidence… I never want to forget what it used to be like, or get too entitled.

What is something you wish people know about being lgbt+?

That it’s simply living one’s reality. I think that trips up a lot of straight people -- that some people just come like this, and they don’t have to make it fit into their personal identity.

Why are proud to be lgbt+?

Because I worked hard to be alive and happy right now. I’m proud of choosing to get through those rough patches, take care of myself, heal, take walks, cook breakfast, learn healthy coping mechanisms, that was out of love for myself and a defiant conviction that I have a place in this world.

[fanfics4all]

The Northside Serpent: Part 11

Request: Yes / No

Request are closed <3 Have a nice day/night

Sweet Pea x Keller!Reader

Word count: 1291

Warnings: Nothing I think

Y/N: Your Name

Summary: You’re Kevin Keller’s little sister when you’re mom left to go to war and your dad started cheating (I’m making it so he’s been cheating since season 1) You started rebelling; dying your hair, getting a nose piercing, tattoo, and hanging out on the southside.

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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11

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I woke up the next morning and it was Friday, I was so happy because a new movie was coming out and I was hoping Sweet Pea would go with me. I got out of bed and picked out my outfit for the day then got dressed. I put on a black long-sleeved crop top, a pink skirt, kitty stockings, my pink creepers with black hearts on them, and a black rose headband. For makeup a did a pink lip, and a cute pink eyeshadow to match. For hair, I just left it down and scrunched it up a bit to make it wavy.

I walked downstairs and Kevin was so ready to get to school. I swear he looked like he was ready to jump out of his skin he was so excited. I looked at him as I grabbed an apple and raised my eyebrow at him.

“What are you so excited for?” I asked and he smiled.

“I’m gonna ask Moose if he wants to go see Love Simon with me.” He said and I rolled my eyes.

“Kev, you know he’s with Midge right?” I said.

“Yeah but come on! We both know he’s gay.” He said and I rolled my eyes.

“Whatever you say brother.” I said and walked past him. We grabbed our bags and left to school. Kevin spotted Moose right away and ran up to him. I sighed and shook my head at my brother. I went to my locker and saw Toni was there waiting for me.

“Hey girl, back with the cuties colors?” She asked with a smirk when I walked up to her.

“Well, with the new romance coming to Riverdale, I wanted to get in the spirit!” I said getting my books and whatnot. Toni laughed and shook her head at me. Sweet Pea and Fangs walked up to us.

“Hey babe.” He said and kissed my head.

“Hey cutie.” I smiled up at him.

“Quinny! Don’t flirt with me when your boyfriends around.” Fangs joked making me laugh. Sweet Pea shoved him and he laughed.

“Anyway, Sweet would you come to the movies with me this weekend?” I asked with the biggest smile.

“To see that new movie?” He asked hesitantly. I nodded and before he could answer Fangs jumped in.

“I’ll go with you if he won’t!” He said with a smile.

“Of course I’ll go with you babe.” He said wrapping his arm around me.

“You guys can come with us if you want to.” I said with a smile.

“I’ll come.” Fangs said with a smile.

“Maybe I’ll tag along.” Toni said. The bell rang and Fangs, Sweet Pea and I left to go to class while Toni went to her.

Toni and I met up when we had off while the two boys were stuck in class. We were sitting outside just talking and having some nice girl talk.

“So, something weird happened in the bathroom earlier.” Toni said.

“What?” I asked confused.

“Cheryl called Jughead and told him Betty and Archie kissed for no reason then she told me to tremble?” She said confused.

“Yeah, that’s Cheryl for you.” I laughed.

“But then I told her to tell me what was wrong with her, because clearly she’s in pain and she shouted at me.” She said.

“She shouted at you?” I asked.

“Yeah but not in like a bitchy way, it was more like a defencive way.” She said and I raised an eyebrow at her. I knew Cheryl was bi, I’m pretty sure I was the only one that knew.

“Interesting.” I said with a small nod.

After school, the Toni got a call from FP telling her that everyone was staying at Sunnyside Trailer Park! FP invited them over to celebrate and when he heard I was with them he invited me too. We went to FP’s trailer and a small amount of Serpents were piled in. FP called Jughead to tell him the news, that’s how I found out that Hiram Lodge bought the trailer park…Not long after we got there Sweet Pea dropped me off at home and we made plans to meet up at the theater tomorrow night.

The whole next day Kevin and I hung out together, just the two of us. Dad was at work or with his girlfriend. Kevin and I watched T.V. and then he wanted to go to Pop’s before the movie. I didn’t go with him, instead, I went upstairs to my room to get ready. I put on a gray crop top, a black skirt, some cute boots, a gray beanie, and my leather jacket. For makeup, I did a dark pink lip and a gray and pink eyeshadow with a wing.

Once I was done I got it was time to meet Sweets, Fangs, and Toni. I met them outside the theater and the four of us walked in. We bought our tickets and were now getting snacks. I spotted my brother and went over to go talk to him, telling my friends I’d be right back.

“Hey Kev!” I said hugging him from behind to surprise him.

“Hey sis, who are you here with?” He asked and I pointed over to my friends.

“The Serpents…” He said and I sighed.

“Please Kev, I don’t get why you’re on dad’s side with this all of a sudden, I mean you dated one!” I said annoyed.

“And look how well that worked out.” He said and I rolled my eyes.

“Whatever, how’d it go with Moose?” I asked and he sigh.

“I told you he was with Midge.” I said and he nodded. Josie walked up to us with a smile.

“Hey Y/N, Kevin.” She said.

“Hey Josie.” I smiled back.

“You guys here with somebody?” She asked and I nodded.

“Yeah, I should probably get back to them. I’ll see you guys around!” I said and walked back to my friend.

“Where’s Toni?” I asked and the boys pointed over to the snack bar. She was walking up to Cheryl and I smirked.

“Oh we have to see how this goes down.” I said and we walked closer to hear them.

“Let me guess…Some cherry cola for Cheryl Bombshall?” Toni said with her arms crossed.

“Oh, my god. What do you want? And why do you keep stalking me?” Cheryl asked with her usual sass.

“I’m not. I came to see this movie with Fangs, Sweet Pea, and Y/N.” She said and Cheryl rolled her eyes.

“Are you okay?” Toni asked.

“I’m alone at the movies and I’m trying to stay away from my mother, who has turned out house into her sexual playpen. So, no, I’m really not.” Cheryl said and I frowned.

“Well, you could join us if you want. I know Y/N won’t mind, right?” Toni said turning to us and our eyes widened.

“Nope, not at all!” I said then nervously laughed. The two girls smiled and we went to our seats. The movie was amazing, it was beautiful. Once it was over Toni and Cheryl went to Pop’s together while Fangs, Sweet Pea and I went to the Wyrm. Kevin wanted me to come with him a Josie to talk to our parents but I couldn’t. It would only end it yelling and I couldn’t deal with that right now. The three of us had a few non-alcoholic drinks and I watched the boys play a few games of pool. After a few hours I told Kevin I was staying at a friends house and Sweet Pea took me to his place. He gave me one of his t-shirts to sleep in and we cuddled up together then fell asleep.

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[starwriterulia]

Reviewing Brea's Stuff - BTS Soulmate AU (1/2)

PART 1/2 (Taehyung, Jungkook, Jimin)

HI! \(OwO)/

I want to draw ya'll's attention to one of my friends: @jimin-jungshook-over-literalbae. She's a k-pop reaction/scenario/text writer, and not only have I missed her as a friend so much during my long hiatus, I've also missed her writing. Thankfully, there's a lot for me to catch up on! She asked me to give my opinions on her BTS AUs, and with her permission, I've turned my reviews it into a bit of advertising! If you wanna read the stuff I did, ya'll don't have to scroll super far to find it all. I'll be reviewing each AU from a Reader's Standing (silly, sometimes improper sentences; sO MUCH swearing; caps lock) and from a Critic's Standing (second reading; at least one paragraph). Let's get into this! >o<

—Faith

Written in Order of Whichever Came up First While Scrolling

Taehyung AU (Reader's Standing):

Man, I can't relate with being abandoned at a club 'cause I don't drink, and there's no club in my town, but I love how Y/N is essentially abandoned, ha ha ha! Also, poor Y/N, the only person among their friends who hasn't found a soulmate yet and feels so damn lonely about it. :'(

'...soft masculine voice'—bless you, Brea, for describing this scum as feminine.

'It makes you want to scoff, honestly'—All right then, this Y/N is a bit of a bitch, when it comes to meeting strangers in a club. I like Y/N, already. :D

'...back hitting a wall'—Aw yeah, good going, Y/N. Cornering yourself, good shit.

Strong Tae is hot, like that whole wrist grabbing sequence, ooh.

'Excuse me, sir'—My inner Englishwoman accent has been summoned.

Bitter chocolate on Y/N's tongue?? Where did this come from, hm... HM... hm.

Oh wait this is the soulmate bit. NEATO, I LOVE CHOCOLATE!! Milk is cool too, I mean, I'm vegetarian. If you bring meat into any of these AUs I will riOT.

Internal screaming holy shit it's the gang they're here hi Jimin my baby TwT

Yas to fun dancing with the puppy that is Taehyung

'Your back is pressed against his chest and his hands rest on your hips'—AERUNAWERAWENURAWO cute yes thank you

More chocolate taste, mm, yes. *w*

Holding hands on way to friends = classic, love it.

scREAMING HE CALLED Y/N HIS SOULMATE YES BLESS THIS AU I mean I don't usually read them, but my friendo-burritos are special occasions, OK??

Physical manifestation?? All right, sure. I'm so confused about this because, as I just said, I don't read soulmate AUs.

Love how the flavour of chocolate changes, it's kind of romantic.

*Sees typo at second last paragraph for 'had' instead of 'hand' and holds breath* Save it, Grammar-Nazi alter-ego, it's just a typo.

Super cute paragraph though awoureraelr

'As though he's meant to stay there forever'—Is just too cute, oml.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THAT LAST PARAGRAPH AND THE LAST LINE OF Y/N MY HEEEEEEEEEEART GOD DAMN SO CUTE UUUUUUUUUUGH

It's over? ;w; It's over...

Taehyung AU (Critic's Standing):

I'll say this here so I don't have to repeat myself, but I don't tend to read Soulmate AUs because I honestly think they're a very basic and beginner's way to write fan fiction. But they're also a great way to practice, so no, I don't hate them, I just don't tend to read them. As you know, I've made an exception for my friend. The first paragraph set the atmosphere very well, and easily stated how Y/N was feeling about not having found their soulmate, yet, and how they're just forced to watch their friends, who already have. The creep insertion, while a common trope, was well executed—I especially approve of how Brea described the wrist grabbing and the little struggle Y/N had.

And then there's Taehyung to the rescue, and for a moment I forgot I was reading a soulmate AU, I was confused about why Y/N tasted chocolate for second. Like the subtle inclusion of Jungkook, Jimin and the other guys, and the dancing section where the taste of chocolate changes according to Taehyung's emotions was really neat. I also loved how Taehyung took Y/N home, and their little kissing moment was the cutest. Not the mention the killer one-liner Y/N delivered, at the end. This was a brief AU, but that's often a good idea, for these kinds of scenarios. If I could improve one thing about this, I would have done... nothing. I seriously can't find anything that I would change, in this. Great job, Brea!

Jungkook AU (Reader's Standing):

Ooh, a Big Bang concert!

OOH, bells to signal soulmate status, that's really cool! Also, cute stumble is best stumble.

'bunny teeth'—Yes, Jungkook is a bunny in disguise, I knew it. *w*

YouTuber Jungkook is a concept I would sell my soul to Satan to see IRL

Ey yo, Seungri! \(>w<)/ Feels like a real concert, lol

Oh boy, whispering...

Awwww group waving to Jungkook's camera, how nice. ;w;

OH BOY JUNGKOOK IS ESCORTED

Oml Jungkook must have been so embarrassed, standing on stage like that, as a mega-fan. Lucky dude.

Never mind, boy was hyped as hecc

Happy Jungkook is best Jungkook, that was so cute to read.

Ye boys and girls, let's go with Jungkook and see what happens next oml this is too cute aaa

iS THIS THE SAME BAR AS THE TAEHYUNG AU?!

Hi Jimin I love you ;w;

Riot for Jimin? Yes, very possible.

beLL RUNG AGAIN GOOD LORD

I approve of Y/N's choice of Daesung as their favourite member

Thank you Jimin for approving of Y/N's choice

Jungkook shooing because he's secretly a possessive puppy, cute

bELLS AGAIN

'pretty damning evidence'—This is suddenly a detective AU? Nice.

'princess'—Aaand now I'm trying not to squeal.

Good choice of bar over apartment there, Jungkook.

Clasped fingers are cute, yes, thank you

More bells, aaaaa

Soft kiss ;w; Ow my heart

Evolving bells? YES.

Seriously this was really cute, I loved it. I love everything Brea writes, tbh.

Maybe that's just a friendship thing, idk.

Jungkook AU (Critic's Standing):

When the story began at a Big Bang concert, I immediately started to recall every bop they ever made, and it made me so nostalgic and happy. Really nice concert vibe, felt pretty alive, for being described in one paragraph. The first occurrence of the bells stole my heart, I'm a winter fanatic and bells are such an iconic symbol of that season, so I really enjoyed finding out that the little soulmate signal for this AU was bells. Not to mention the little confused looks that Y/N and Jungkook gave to their surroundings before introducing themselves with yelling (because concert, makes total sense) was really nice. I also loved how Jungkook was a YouTuber, that's totally something he could be, if his life went a different direction.

Seungri noticed Jungkook, told the guys about him, and they all gave Jungkook's camera some love was neat, too. They got him onto the stage and Jungkook fulfilled his mega-fan dream of performing with the big boys, that was ultra sweet of them (and Brea, I guess). And the excited Jungkook after he returned to Y/N was so easy to picture, it was great. As I said in the Reader's Standing, is this the same bar Y/N in the Taehyung AU was taken to? It was nice to see Jimin again though, hee hee, and I really liked how Jimin and Jungkook talked about why Jimin wasn't with Taehyung—the struggles of being a famous idol, right?

Jungkook shooing away Jimin was also cute, and how Brea mentioned that Jungkook and Y/N just sat with a couple drinks and talked with a little buzz was nice. Jungkook's explanation of how he and Y/N are soulmates was a nice touch, I really can't get enough of picturing how those bells sound. Small kiss from Y/N to Jungkook was super sweet, and yes, YES, I would love it if those bells evolved into like, an entire little melody, ah. This one was somehow very relaxing to read, I enjoyed it.

Jungkook isn't even my bias wrecker and I want to punch him with a pillow for being so cute in this AU, dammit.

Jimin AU (Reader's Standing):

For some reason the picture of Jimin wouldn't load and I'm immediately a little sad because I don't get to see his pink hair and those amazingly adorable cheeks of his. Not to mention his gorgeous eyes and just AERNUOEWATO Jimin is great. ;w;

Y/N is legit me, but I'm reading hentai manga instead of an 'actual book'. Just kidding, I'd be reading Piers Anthony.

Cool cafe, would definitely go there.

But reading sometimes stresses me out, so... I just stick to Piers and other fantasy others who don't write about female leads, sorry, but I really fucking love men. >w<

Aw yes look at that, his pink hair is peeking through, I wish I could reach into this story and touch it, fuck

The Chim just keeps getting closer... and closer... God that's cute, it's so like him, I love that.

'marches his way right over to you'—AEUROOAEUNCOWEASNLU thank you Brea, I'm dying a little

Soft speaking is so cute, good Lord, bless this AU

I'm just excited to read this for a second time, I love Jimin so damn much, aaaa

Just reading with Jimin would be so nice, that one paragraph had such a quiet feeling to it, ah.

Oh no, he went back on tour </3

he'S BACK AND HE TAPPED Y/N'S HAND MY LORD

I would totally jump up and hug Jimin, sorry not sorry, that man needs so much love for being so cute and... A N D *heavy breathing*

Oh right Y/N does it anyway

Awww yes he hugs back ;w;

Ooh, familiar scent and a long hug, that's definitely romantic.

bOOK HANDING OVER INCEPTION. Thank you for that little nod, ah.

I would probably fit in his suitcase tbh I mean I'm 145cm and he's what, 165cm?? It would totally work out, guys.

fiNGERS ENTWINE SCREEEEEEE

Sneaky Jimin putting his number in Y/N's pocket. Wait he's also part of the pervert line, BREA ARE YOU SURE HE DIDN'T TAP Y/N'S ASS A LITTLE? Lol just kidding, but still, nice move, Jimin.

He smells like books, bless

NOT TO MENTION THE KISSES GOOD LORD

That note was so sweet holy shit

Good ending oh my God that was such a nice ending

Jimin AU (Critic's Standing):

How do I write a formal review, again? I loved the book cafe, that was such a natural place for this to happen. Y/N and Jimin meeting week after week, and Jimin inching closer and closer until he literally comes right up to Y/N and all I could think of was a fluffy puppy running, and it killed me. I really liked how Y/N and Jimin established a quiet relationship, that's like, friendship, and friendship is so nice. Then Jimin left and I felt a little empty with Y/N, and I'm just sitting here thinking about how easily you were able to make me relate to Y/N. He came back blond (I refuse to add the 'e' for a male; I'm Canadian, that's just how the French do things, nothing wrong with the more modern/American way >w<) and had to tap Y/N's hand to get their attention, and then there's that adorable hug that just warmed my heart.

Then there was a very well executed explanation of how Jimin knows he and Y/N are soulmates and how he slipped a note into their pocket when they hugged. And I'm completely serious when I say that I would love to just stuff myself into Jimin's suitcase, ha ha ha! The kisses were also a really nice touch, the note was very sweet, and again, Y/N's last say in this scenario as they gave in to temptation and texted Jimin was adorable. Jimin's explanation and the note really did it for me, heh. I enjoyed Jungkook's the most, out of these three, but this was also really relaxing to read.

OK, that's it, for the maknae line! Onto the hyung line. Thanks again for reading, everyone.

[potentiala]

Soudam Week: Day 1 - Non-Despair School Life

Hi! This my first work for Danganronpa, and I thought’s be a nice break from GM and Voltron as a whole, so please enjoy! <3 (and yes, all of these will be posted on my AO3)

This was utter nonsense.

  Pure, unadulterated tomfoolery in his opinion. And, considering it was the opinion of the Supreme Overlord of Ice and future ruler of this pathetic mortal realm, it should’ve mattered a great deal. Yes.

Should’ve.

  But against his very vehemnet protests, this... menial task was still thrust upon him. Him! The Great Gundham Tanaka! This was an insult, an outrage . And yet...Gundham didn’t dare refuse. For fear, cold blooded and rabid, fear of one homeroom teacher Chisa Yukizome. A truly monstrous mortal that even Gundam wished never to anger. Not again.

Never again.

  So here he was, the cursed offspring between an Angel and a Devil, having to ask a classmate of all things for assistance. Which was, as Gundham had previously stated, utter nonsense. The classmate in question was one Kazuichi Souda. The Super Highschool Level Mechanic.

And someone Gundham would’ve rather not interacted with.

  N-Not because that mortal with the wonderfully hellish teeth and the sharp, glitteringly intelligent eyes had caught his own all-seeing eye! N-Nor the fact that even his wonderful Dark Devas of Destruction had deemed such a mortal worthy of their nuzzles and affections. Or e-even how that loud, boisterous laughter can bring even his all-powerful ice heart to a steady melt . Wait-

Was had he been talking about?

  Oh! Right! Final projects. Yes, the projects... which are final . Those projects. Ahem, anyway, Gundham needed Souda’s help. You see, he project was to design a product that would assist one in Ultimate Talent. His other classmates had steadily finished their’s over the past months.

  The Always Hungry One had created a sort of portable sandwich holder. The Devil Dancer had invented a speaker that shouted recorded insults at those the machine recognized, greatly distressing the Timid One. The Red Eyed One and the Baby Faced One had collaborated on a project and produced a sort of decoding device. Naturally, the Great Gundham Tanaka had came up with something even better.

A cage!

  But not just any cage, this was a cage that could read the wait of an animal and adjust it’s diameters to fit the warrior properly. It was ingenious! So when his homeroom teacher had informed him that the idea and the sketches he made weren’t going to be enough to pass, the Overlord of Ice was begrudgingly forced to seek out the Sharp Toothed One for assistance on creating a prototype.

But that was proving rather difficult.

  Hope’s Peak was a huge palace with many twists and turns, not to mention seemingly infinite lab space for each of its students. So Gundam was forced to run back and forth in an increasingly frustrating search for the mechanic. It was then that his cursed ears picked up the distant siren song of a radio.

“I don’t wanna talk about it...I don’t wanna think about it.”

  It was coming somewhere further down the hall of endless garages. Could it be? Gundham decided to take a chance all follow the call of the radio enchantress.

“I’m just feeling low, feeling low.”

  All the papers and folders and pamphlets containing help information pertaining to Gundam’s project suddenly turned moist under his palms. There! Underneath the voice trapped in the radio, was that-? Gundham’s heart leapt to his throat.

Beating far too fast for something made of ice.

“Even when you’re next to me, it’s not the way I’m picturing.”

Souda.

  Gundham knew it, felt it. Underneath all that noise, was Souda’s voice. Quietly following along the song with near masterful accuracy. NOt quite melodious, but far from off-key. Just right and wonderful . This...actually came as a shock to the Ultimate Breeder.

He’d never heard something quite like it.

  Yes, he, the Great Gundham Tanaka and Super Highschool Level Animal Breeder, had never heard Souda’s voice like this . N-Not that he had actively listened into the Sharp Toothed One’s conversations! No! Not at all! I-It just seemed out of the ordinary for someone like Souda.

Which only flustered Gundham even more.

  Clearly , this was previously unknown side of Souda. Side no one knew. Until now. And he, Gundham Tanaka, now knew something about Kazuichi Souda that no one else did! Not even his beloved ‘soul brother.’ It made the Overlord of Ice preen up just the slightest bit in pride as he ventured even closer to that soft voice.

“You wanna be friends forever?”

Then it hit him.

  The Sharp Toothed One...He would most likely detest the idea of Gundham’s knowledge of this particular behavior of his. Which sent his cold heart plummeting to the deep, dark pit of Gundham’s stomach.

His mood coming down with it.

“I can think of something better.”

It was because of the She-Cat.

  That’s all Gundham was able to decipher from the absolute anomaly that was Kazuichi Souda. Apparently, the Sharp Tooth One was under the misunderstanding that he, the Great Gundham Tanaka, held romantic... affections for the Dark Queen.

Which was far, far from the truth.

  While it was true that the She-Cat was a strong and welcomed ally in his plans for world-domination, she was just that. A trusted and valued ally . Souda... Souda was different. Souda was the twist in his stomach and the worrying falter of his heart. Souda was sleepless nights dreaming of dyed hair in his hands and restless mornings filled with vain efforts to try not to stare too much at still sleep-soft expressions on Souda’s face. Sonia was stability and simplicity. Souda was nothing like that.

Souda was chaos.

“I’m just feeling low, feeling low.”

And Gundham loved it.

  It was because of the chaos Souda created within him that the Overlord of Ice could see no other being worthy of sharing his path. No other person qualified to rule the world by his side.

But that just wasn’t meant to be.

“Sleeping here right next to me...”

  For even he, the Great Gundham Tanaka, was subject to the cruel mistress that is fate. And that mistress had foretold of Souda’s doomed feelings for the She-Cat. But, what was once a strained, uncomfortable relation, had now grew into a fairly stable friendship.

Leaving him behind.

“But will you ever mess with me?”

It was Invading Black Dragon Cham-P that woke him from his stupor.

  Rubbing against his commander’s poisonous cheek softly, as if to raise his spirits. An action Gunham took full advantage of to pet his beloved Deva in a similarly caring manner. The other Devas eventually emerging from the Angel’s scarf to see what else they could do to combat their commander’s sudden sadness.

San-D’s eyes glinting dangerously.

  That alone should have tipped Gundham off. But thoughts of his rotting relationship thwe Souda and the Sharp Toothed One himself had made the Overlord of Ice weak , soft. As they always did. If only for a moment, a second .

Which was all the Devas needed.

  Shooting from their home in the Angel’s scarf with all the power of true hellbeasts. Sprinting, as if their lives depended on it, the second their paws hit the cool floor. Gundham jolting in shock. Wait! No!

They were going to Souda!

  Oh no. Oh no, no, no. Gundham could only run after them in a near-mad dash. They couldn’t alert the Sharp Toothed One to his presence! Not when he was so unprepared! But the Devas’ plan had worked. In forcing the pair’s meeting to occur faster, Gundham’s misery was altogether forgotten.  

“No...”

  Souda’s voice was but a soft howl as the Devas disappeared around the corner and into Souda’s open garage. Gundham barely able to skid to a halt at the edge of the doorframe. His, now frantic heart, almost beating out of the cage in his chest. The music was louder now, as was Souda’s voice.

Oddly comforting.

  A soft squeaks of his Devas finally gave Gundham the push he needed to peer inside Souda’s garage. And, for the second time that day, the Great Gundham Tanaka was once again shocked.

It was...different than what he had imagined.

  With large windows taking up nearly half the massive walls. Letting a great deal of natural light that made even the greasiest tools and half-finished projects sparkle. Like a magic spell, the garage was suddenly transformed into a room full of secret runes and treasures Gundham immediately longed to understand. Large metal shelves piled with current works and spare parts. And there, near the largest work table in the center of that sunlit scene, was the Ultimate Mechanic himself.

Souda.

“But at least i got you in my head, oh yeah...”

  And, like casting a magic spell, Gundham was entranced. Souda stood, with his back to the door, his long pink hair tied together in a single, glorious braid flowing between his lean shoulders. The soft, curling ends just fluttering above the small of his back treacherously. Gundham’s bandaged fingers twitching to the sudden urge to wrap his fist around the velvet rope of hair and tug the mechanic closer to him. The Overlord of Ice had seldom seen Souda’s hair like this, only appearing every seasonal heat wave or so. But, apparently, the Sharp Toothed One seemed to prefer to bind his hair whilst he worked, his beanie long since discarded. Oh Dear Dark Gods.

Gundham really liked his hair like that.

“At least I got you in my head, in my head.”

  Oh vexed vixen! Just as his all-seeing eye had trailed down the shining length of Souda’s tetresses, the little minx moved! No. No, moved wasn’t the right word for it. Not when Gundham felt a cursed heat spread throughout his face. Oh no.

He was dancing.

  Swaying his hips lazily side to side as he sang along to the radio. Gundham’s eyes following every movement. The garishly yellow jumpsuit was gone. Leaving the Souda in nothing but a stained white tank top and equally smudged jeans. The outfit clinging to his muscled frame in such a way it was downright sinful.

And wonderfully so.

“Sleepovers in my head, oh yeah…”

  As if that wasn’t already dangerous to Gundham’s health, Souda’s shoulders also adapted that same torturous swaying motion. Making the long braid of pink hair dangle teasingly behind him. Souda then moved to the short side of the table, taking a long stream of mechanized joints along with him.

Still never catching sight of the Ultimate Breeder.

  Much to Gundham’s relief, as his heart felt as if it would burst from the sheer pressure of this...this trance the Sharp Toothed One had him under. Damn it, he had underestimated the sheer amount of demonic energy this lusty creature had! The Overlord of Ice was surely paying for such negligence now.

Especially as he saw the Devas inching closer to Souda.

“But at least I got you in my head...”

  The Overlord of Ice had to furiously bite his tongue in order to resist the urge to call them back to him and indefinitely alerting Souda to his presence. Unable to do anything except look desperately into their hellfire eyes and beg them not to reveal themselves. But they just sat there, near the other end of the table. Staring at him as if to say, “Give it a chance.”

A chance?

  What would a chance do? Gundham didn’t need a chance! He need Heaven and Hell in his hands for Souda to even consider him, the Great Gundham Tanaka, as a...a romantic partner! He needed bend the very fabric of reality to-

San-D bared her teeth.

  Tiny and flat, they didn’t look dangerous. But Gundham knew better. San-D was a fierce and powerful warrior who commanded both fear and respect amongst all of Gundham’s trusted army. As such, Gundham valued the pull of her devilish instincts to a very high regard.

This was one such case.

  She looked at him and bared her fangs with all the esaperated anger of a third wheeling friend. Forcing Gundham to, once again, re-evaluate his situation. Casting Souda under his all-seeing eyes once more.

  The Ultimate Mechanic's body was leaning over the table, fussing over another joint in the machine. The end of the screwdriver pinched between those magnificently sharp teeth, the music long forgotten as he zeroed in on the offending part. Gaze sharp enough to dismantle the project before him with his mind, but hands skilled enough to fix any and all errors. No matter how miniscule.

Gundham swallowed.

  It was that razor-sharp focus and tunneled passion that drew Gundham to Souda in the first place. In addition to the vicious teeth and cackling laughter. And, ever since the, thing have only gotten worse and worse between the two. Much to the Overlord of Ice’s dismay. But...perhaps...it wasn’t too late.

Souda cheered.

  The sound shocking Gundham from his place at the door frame as Souda blessed the bright, mechanical room with the warmth of his smile. Having been proved victorious in correcting whatever foul error dare cross his path. Sharp toothed and gleaming in the light. He had a smudge of oil on his cheek. Under his left eye, with blobs of it sticking to the part of his hair too short to make it into his braid. Flopping around his face and fluttering up into the hair. The sun’s light only further highlighting how soft and achingly touchable it was. That’s it.

That was the final straw.

“In my head...”

  Gundham looked to San-D and the rest of his beloved Devas. Nodding to them, he gave his permission to continue with their plan. And just like that, the Devas quickly ran up to souda and pounced on the unsuspecting mechanic. All while their commander busied himself with flattening down his hair and straightening his scarf. Souda screaming as the Four Dark Devas quickly took hold of the object of their commander’s pining.

“In my he-GAH!”

“Bwahaha! Foolish mortal, leaving your guard down while I reside within this world? Truly, this is another victory for the Great Gundham Tanaka!”

[monawhiterose-blog]

Blackmail Is Not A Favor

Pairings: Eric X Oc Mature theme Contains explicit sexual themes and possible rape This is a AU version to Time Does Not Heal All Wounds

Summary: Olivia has been a Dauntless member for the past eight years and seven of those years she's managed to avoid Eric for the most part, even though he's her next door neighbor. But when his friend threatens to assault her in the worst way possible, he offers her protection but at what cost? Olivia isn't sure she wants to know but she can't afford to not accept his offer either.

Chapter 1

“Hey, mom. How’s Amity life treating you and dad?” Olivia asked her mother conversationally as she walked around her apartment, straightening up, with the cordless phone tucked between shoulder and chin.

“Oh, I’m fine, dear. Your father got a mild cough a few days ago but the doctor said it was a cold, nothing to worry over. How has work on the fence been?” Linda asked.

“Good. I noticed that your roses are coming in nicely this year.”

“I’ve been trying a new fertilizer Erudite came out with and they’ve been growing twice as fast.” She replied, enthused by the success of her garden. “It’s a comfort to know that you’re watching over us, Olivia, but speaking of the fence… Have you had any more problems with those boys?”

“Mom,” Olivia said, annoyed she was bringing it up again, “I already told you not to worry about it.”

“How can I not worry? You’re my only child in another faction where your father and I can’t protect you and they’ve been bothering you for years. If ignoring them isn’t working, then maybe you should tell someone.”

“You and dad practically dragged me to the Dauntless bowl and now you’re complaining that I’m not around for you to protect?!” She rolled her eyes and flopped down onto her bed. “Besides, it won’t work. They’re friends with Eric and he’s a leader. He won’t let them get into trouble.”

Not to mention he was usually with them when it happened, so he definitely knew, but she wasn’t about to tell her mother that. He visited Amity often enough, she didn’t need her mother marching up to him and demanding he help Olivia get his friends into trouble.

“We only wanted you to be happy, Olivia. It was obvious you belonged in Dauntless but you needed a push in the right direction and we gave it to you. But if we had known you wouldn’t have been safe there… Well, you’re a beautiful girl, and sometimes that can be a dangerous thing. Perhaps it’s time to make a conscious effort in making your appearance… less appealing.” Linda suggested.

“Mom.” She growled. “I’m not going to make myself ugly just so two idiots back off. I’m Dauntless, I can handle it.”

Linda sighed heavily on the other side of the line. “If you insist on not listening to me, at least find yourself a boyfriend. Dauntless or not, one woman against two men doesn’t sound like good odds and I’ll feel better knowing there’s someone there to keep you safe.”

Olivia threw her arm over her eyes in defeat. Her mother was right, of course, but it was easier said than done. Her looks got her a lot of dates but that was the only thing those guys cared about and it wasn’t something she was interested in. She wanted a guy who cared about her because of who she was and liked hanging out instead of just taking satisfaction from her, like so many did, without a care about her own needs.

The problem with being limited to your Faction when it came to romance was that the options eventually ran out and instead of choosing to settle, she decided to not bother until the playboys finally got bored with screwing around and wanted to settle down. Except, it was taking a lot longer than she thought it would.

“I’ll see what I can do, mom. Okay?” She said with a sigh.

“That’s all I can expect, I suppose.” Linda trailed off. “But you sound tired, so I’ll let you go. I love you, Olivia.”

“I love you too, mom, and tell dad the same. Bye.” She said and hung up. She tossed the hand held phone beside her on the bed and closed her eyes.

It was ten o’clock at night and it had been a long day but she called her parents anyway because she had promised she would and now a massive headache was brewing behind her eyes. Olivia curled up and threw the covers over her still clothed body and began drifting off, that is until music started blaring from the other side of her bedroom wall.

With a groan, she rolled over and stuffed her pillow over her head but it couldn’t stifle the pounding base of the music and she flipped the blankets off. It only took seven angry strides to reach her front door, which she whipped open, and another two to bang on the door that shared the wall with her bedroom.

The door swung open and the view of a shirtless Eric took up her whole view into the apartment. His hair was disheveled and there were scratch marks across his broad shoulders but he didn’t seem surprised to see her in the least. Probably because he did this almost every other night and she complained every other night too.

He leaned against his door frame casually and smirked. “To what do I owe the pleasure to, tonight?”

Olivia insecurely crossed her arms over her chest and glared. He may not be into harassing her like his friends did, but he was still her leader and that was intimidating enough. “You know why. Turn it down or turn it off. Some of us have to sleep like a normal person.”

“And I intend to do that, just after I finish entertaining my friend. You’re welcome to join us.” He teased, like he did every other night and like every other night, she turned him down.

“I’d rather not be a statistic on the STI board in the infirmary, if you don’t mind, and flirting with me isn’t going to help win you points.”

“It never does, but it’s fun to piss you off.” He said with that smirk faltering just a fraction. He pushed himself off the doorframe and said, “Sweet dreams, Amity,” just before closing his door on her face.

Olivia’s fingers curled into fists, the urge to bang his door down thrumming through her veins, but she turned on her heel instead and slammed her door behind her.

Thankfully, he did turn the music down, not by much, but she’d take it and went to her bathroom cabinet for a Tylenol. The argument distracted her from the pain momentarily but the throb was beginning to return and she turned all the lights off and crawled back into bed before it got worse. Her thoughts were slowly muddling together five minutes later and as she lay there between lucidity and dreams, a voice drew her back to reality.

“Hmm… Yes… Ugh, yes… Eric… Yes… Keep going… Yes…”

OMG… He has to be kidding. She screamed in her head. She rolled out of bed a second time and pounded on the wall. “Eric! You know this is the wall beside my bedroom! Have the decency to at least screw her in your bed instead of on your living room couch!”

Her attempts to sway him clearly went ignored because then the banging started. The painting on her wall rattled every time he rammed the couch against it and the girl would repeat the word ‘yes’, and over and over it went. Olivia gave the wall a disgusted look and went to sleep on her couch where the sound was muffled by the second wall between it and them.

In the morning she woke up stiff and sore. Her alarm clock, which was normally blasting in her ear, was quietly beeping away behind her bedroom door and she bolted up. A quick peak in her room told her that it had been going off for the last forty minutes and she was late.

It was a good thing she went to bed dressed, because all she had time for was a quick ponytail instead of her usual braid to keep her long, naturally curled auburn hair in check and a good teeth brushing before dashing out her door and running for the train. *** “You’re late.” Maxi frowned at her arrival and paused. “Did you sleep in your clothes?”

“Yeah I know. I’m sorry. I ended up sleeping on my couch and missed my alarm.” She panted in apology and took the gun Maxi handed her.

“Why?”

Maxi wasn’t exactly her friend. She had the night shift at their shared station, so they only saw each other for a few minutes before Olivia began the morning shift but because Olivia was late, Maxi had to stay late and so she owed her an explanation.

“Eric.” Olivia sighed. “He can’t keep it in his pants, can he? They were doing it right up against my bedroom wall last night; I wasn’t going to stick around to listen to it.”

“Why not?” Maxi said, her purple pixie cut glinting in the early sunlight. “If I know no one’s dusting your cobwebs then he knows it too. Maybe he’s trying to help you out.” She winked at her.

“You’re just as disgusting as he is.” Olivia said, stunned. “I don’t want him dusting anything for real or imaginary, okay. So, mind your own business.”

“Ah, don’t pretend like you haven’t wanted to, if you haven’t already. He’s hot as hell and every girl wants him.”

“Good looks diminish when the personality isn’t as appealing.” She retorted.

Maxi laughed. “Whatever you say,” She called as she began climbing down the ladder to the ground level.

Olivia frowned. So what if he knew she wasn’t getting laid? It wasn’t his business anyhow and besides, he didn’t seem the type to help anyone out unless it directly helped him too. Annoyed that he was on her mind at all, she turned to face the Amity fields and tried to ignore her thoughts and the crick in her neck.

The sky was clear that day and from her height, just beyond the main building, she could see her father trudging through the dirt with horse and plow. He was digging up rows of earth to plant the seasons’ corn crop and off to the right of that was their cottage. Her mother’s rose bushes were indeed flourishing, the bright pink flowers stood out against the dark green foliage, and in the back the washing was already hung out to dry.

The scene was always a comfort to her soul, to see that they were doing alright, and it allowed her to acknowledge that she made the right choice. Dauntless was her home and it made her feel alive. *** Olivia was dying. The headache she had last night was back and it was monstrous but she couldn’t get her hands on any medication until her shift was over and she got home.

The train wasn’t quite full but there were a few people in the same car as her and that included Ralph. Doing her best to ignore his staring from across the car, she watched the scenery wiz past as the train made its’ way through the city to the Dauntless compound.

“Have a rough night?” Someone beside her said. She was staring out the window so intently that she never noticed Ralph approach and jumped at his voice in her ear.

“My night was fine. I just have a massive headache and I would appreciate being left alone right now.” Her tone was clipped and she hoped he’d get the hint and leave but he didn’t.

He took a step closer even and said, “I know the best activity for curing headaches. We can go back to my place and I can help you out with it.”

Her lip involuntarily curled in revulsion at the idea. “No, thanks, Tylenol should do just fine.”

Thumps of more people hopping onto the train came as they passed the Factionless sector and a large hand clapped down on Ralph’s shoulder.

“Hey, man.” Eric said to his friend with a brief glance at Olivia and she watched, to her relief, as he steered Ralph to the other side and they began talking amiably.

He must’ve just come back with the recent patrol squad because he had a rifle slung across his back and the black vest he wore allowed his tattooed arms to get a light tan. Next to his tall and bulky height, Ralph was maybe a few inches shorter and much leaner, and his hair was a longer thick wavy brown compared to Eric’s meticulously gelled blond hair but they both had blue eyes.

Eric’s were a steely blue that seemed to penetrate your soul and make you freeze but Ralph’s deep ocean blues pulled you in to a never ending wave of malicious thoughts and at the moment she could feel both on her but she refused to look at them. When the Dauntless compound finally came into view she jumped off with practiced ease and made her way home without a backward glance. *** An hour later, Olivia was woken up by a knock on her door. Still tired and in pain, she grumpily climbed out of bed in her t-shirt and opened her front door but the hallway was empty. She was about to close her door when she noticed the pill bottle sitting on the ground.

With a great deal of confusion and caution, she picked the bottle up and read the label. It was Advil. The blood in her veins froze the second she registered that it was medication for her headache and a chill went down her spine. He hadn’t gone from comments to gifts, had he? Maybe she was in more trouble than she’d thought. Filled with fear, she put the bottle back and closed her door and locked it.

[myaekingheart]

Even more weird dreams in the past two nights. I had one Friday night, too, but at this point I can't even remember it unfortunately, but I remember Saturday and Sunday nights' dreams as clear as day.

Saturday night started off with me being in this really weird school (another school dream, big shocker) that was like a combination my high school and my middle school. I remember something about having lost my backpack so I was running around searching for it everywhere, which proved to be way harder than expected considering my backpack is custom painted. Turns out I wasn't the only one with a painted backpack, though, as I remember running into oe person, a girl I actually went to high school with, who had the exact same backpack. I did end up finding my backpack, though, in some weird room in what I can only assume was the engineering building of the school just by the design of the interior itself. The scene then transformed from the school to this massive mansion that was perhaps the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in a dream before. Downstairs, there was a candy shop with assorted candy apples and gummy candies and the entire place was dark wood with nice ambient lighting. It kind of reminded me of the bakeries in Seaworld and the Norway pavilion at Epcot. The rest of the place, however, was fucking stunning. Everything was white marble and regal and elegant. It was like being in Cair Paravel itself. I distinctly remember, just before waking up, a scene where I was walking up this winding marble staircase in a flowing pink dress (or at least a pink skirt, I couldn't see the top portion though now I'm getting the feeling that maybe it was a dress? I recognized the skirt as this pink chiffon maxi skirt that I do, in fact, own in real life but then the more I think about it, the more I remember the top looking the bodice of this dress http://little-angel-secret.com/index.php?route=product/product&product_id=730&search=disneybound). But anyways, I remember walking up this winding marble staircase with that skirt and a pair of heels on (which I felt but couldn't see) and there were all the long tree branches with pink flowers hanging over top of the staircase so low that I had to either duck beneath them or part them to get past. And then when I reached the top of the staircase, I hesitated but dared to look up to the ceiling to find the most beautiful crystal chandelier hanging from it. And that's about the time that I woke up.

Unfortunately last night's dreams weren't nearly as beautiful as they were bizarre and discomforting. The first half had me and my boyfriend in a kitchen almost exactly like my parents' except the coloring was different, specifically the cabinets.  These were white and plain and kind of cheap compared to my parent's medium toned wood ones. The lighting was pretty shitty, too, like someone stuck an incandescent bulb from the 80's into the socket. But so my boyfriend and I were standing in this kitchen and we were meant to do something but then I don't know how she got there but my boyfriend's dead ex showed up and was standing at the counter doing something, but she kept sneaking sideways glances at us as if she was offended. And I don't know why but I remember her wearing a white hoodie and her hair was dyed a reddish light brown, straightened, a little past her shoulders, with her thick side bangs across her forehead like how I've seen in certain pictures. I remember feeling really competitive with her and frustrated that she was there, afraid my boyfriend was going to dump me for her. She kept shooting me near-offended sideways glances meanwhile I kept glaring back at her, mostly when she wasn't looking, and before this segment of the dream ended I remember standing up on tiptoes and wrapping my arms around my boyfriend's neck and being all cutesy flirty and bullshit and he wrapped his arms around my waist and seemed completely oblivious to the silent rivalry me and his ex were having and it was just fucking lovely. Guess I'm not as over it as I thought I was or something. Fuck. Anyways, the second half of the dream spared no expense in being bizarre as fuck. I was led to this massive room that kind of reminded me of the music room at my elementary school with high ceilings and white walls and dingy gray carpeting. Along the back wall were these tall rickety shelving units (if you can even call them that) where young men and women were hanging up and storing various costumes. I was apparently there to audition for a spot in Disney's theater group, even though it was like a combination of a theater group and a classroom, and the specifics of "theater group" were never clear. And the woman leading this whole production was none other than my US History teacher from last semester, who did recognize me. The only difference was that this time, she had a haircut. I don't know why I remember this, either, but she was wearing a coral blouse with short sleeves and a scalloped hem. But that's not relevant to anything. So anyways, she basically told me to gather up a costume or something and get changed and then everyone was forced out through these double doors onto a dance-floor-turned-ice-skating-rink in the middle of what I can only assume was some sort of hotel ballroom. There were countless chairs surrounding the entire thing with thousands of people watching. Many of the people on the rink were already seasoned performers and knew exactly what to do, unlike me who was basically floundering. I started panicking because I knew full well that I can't ice skate and I was terrified that was going to cost me my spot on the team. When I brought this up before going "on stage", however, Mrs. US History Teacher said it didn't matter if I couldn't skate or not, what mattered was my acting, that she apparently wanted to see personality despite a low skill level or whatever, so that's what I kept in mind stepping foot out on that rink. The way it went was that people were in full-on makeup and costume, some of which aboard large contraptions like I distinctly remember a Marie-Antoinette style Queen of Hearts type character on a massive chariot being pulled by other performers shouting at people to get out of the way, and the ice skating rink was treated like a cat walk of sorts. Everyone would skate down the length of it in a procession giving it their all and then skate back up the length to the double doors we came through doing the same. Everyone was wildly expressive and even acrobatic meanwhile I skated down that rink trying to be as extroverted as possible but feel I failed in really expressing that. I remember just skating down the rink trying not to lose my balance, being kind of straight-backed and blank expressioned even though I was trying my hardest to really do a good job. When we all got back to the big classroom, Mrs. US History teacher instructed us to change our costumes yet again for another round, this time it was just straight-up dancing, no ice involved. For some reason I remember what I wore this time as opposed to the first time around, and there were other girls wearing the same thing: hot pink high waisted shorts, a white t-shirt with some childish floral design (I'm pretty positive I had that exact same shirt when I was like, six? I think it was from Target) and plain white sneakers. I distinctly remember having a hard time finding the second half of my pair of shoes, like I had one that was the right size and style but every other shoe I grabbed either was too big, too small, or not even the same shoe. I don't remember what happened with that, I think I might've just resorted to grabbing a shoe that was a half size too small. The dancing portion of the audition thing was wild and definitely more overwhelming than the ice skating part, but I also think I certainly did better? I remember dancing down the dance floor with two other girls in the same outfit as me, and then one of them grabbed this table from seemingly out of nowhere and started scooting it all the way across the dance floor behind me, basically forcing me to go with it. It wasn't until we reached the end of the dance floor that I realized she was pushing the table too fast, though, and I had no choice but to somehow backwards jump on top of it. Even when we reached the edge of the dance floor, however, that wasn't stopping this chick. She pushed that table past the audience (who were all staring at the two of us in awe like we were fucking crazy) and all the way to the wall at the back of the room, where I remember she ended up backing it up against a door. I had no idea what to do then so I ended up doing perhaps the most terrifying thing ever: I pressed my back against that door, facing the audience and the dance floor, and started crunking hardcore. I don't even know why. I just...I don't even know why. I forget what really happened after that in regards to the dancing but I do remember that when it was all said and done, we went back into the classroom, putting our costumes back into our shelves/cubbies/whatever (for some reason my teacher gave me the short one at the end of some shoe rack that's far too short to hang anything up on??? Meanwhile everyone else had ones taller than themselves from which they hung a couple mermaid Ariel costumes and even a village Belle) and seating ourselves at these round and rectangular gray tables like the kind you'd find in an elementary school classroom or cafeteria, respectively. I remember sitting at the table with some purple notebook in front of me and the teacher going around and passing back graded papers, which I got mostly 100's on and some really positive marks about "super confident writing" or some shit. I don't know, I remember something written on paper about "super confident" something. As I started trying to file my papers into the folder pocket at the front of my notebook, however, I realized two things: 1) the folder pocket was only half the width of the notebook, meaning I'd have to hot dog fold all my papers in order to fit them in and 2) half of the stack of papers I got back weren't even mine, they belonged to other people. Once I separated mine from the others, I went up to the teacher's desk at the front of the room and told her what was up, asking her to take care of it, but then she seemed offended and almost like she didn't understand what I was telling her as she told me to just hold onto them and not worry about it or something. This caused a minor uproar from the other half of the room which was mainly filled with the owners of the papers I had accidentally received. I remember one girl, specifically, standing up in her seat and protesting that they worked hard on those papers but the teacher didn't really seem to care. It was all so strange and bizarre, and I don't really remember what happened after that except for just placing the papers on the corner of the teacher's desk and heading back to my seat, and then I vaguely remember something about packing my things as class was dismissed and thinking to myself about how it was super late and I'd need to either take the bus home or ask my boyfriend to pick me up if he was off work already or something, and questioning how this would work in the future if he can't leave work to pick me up or something. Or at least I'm pretty sure I remember thinking that, probably because my boyfriend mentioned something about me potentially having to take the bus to campus for orientation in a month. I don't know, either way, it was all really strange, both last night and the night before, and in certain regards I would've much rather preferred to just not have dreamed anything at all.