#btw rest assured there are no love triangles here

[catty-words]

i think my discontent with the aneesa intro is that, if the point all along was to get here -

- which is a lovely destination to arrive at, btw, the idea that even seemingly self-assured aneesa is feeling the parental pressure to Be More Indian, we should have made that the focus of the rest of the season. or even, like, a two- or three-episode arc. cramming it all into one episode so that we’re told more than we get to see devi’s peers accepting aneesa as an indian classmate and not just a much chiller person (which she undoubtedly is) gives us no room to connect to aneesa as a character or as an indian-american teen. we only know who she is in relation to devi’s insecurities before she’s a pawn in devi and ben working out their dynamic post-cheating.

which means aneesa doesn’t actually get to be a foil despite the show insisting on her as such. and it feels like such a glaring oversight, since one of the major themes of the show is how culture does and doesn’t shape second-generation immigrant kids. having another case study in aneesa would have been hugely important but they invest less than zero time in her because of the love triangle drama taking precedence. and i am once again asking how the writers lost track of the triangle’s place as a vehicle for themes and not the main attraction of the show so completely.

[keen2meecha]

A Scandal of Blood

↬ I mean, you know the drill at this point

✯ Genres: Fantasy Romance (like historical romance but in a fantasy world), Adult (but YA friendly)

✯ Tropes: Childhood Friends to Lovers, Pining, Arranged Marriage, Sexism Only Exists When I Personally Think Its Interesting or Narratively Compelling, Please Just Say What You Mean I Am Begging You

✯ Concept:

Grand Duchess Rosalia Morgenstern has spent her entire life dreaming of marrying her fiancé, Dmitri; it helps that when the man you're honor bound to marry is the same man that you’re in love with. However, after ten years apart, it seems that Dmitri has changed; after a tumultuous ball and near break up, Rosalia has one last chance. At the same time, she is hiding a disastrous secret: around the same time that her mother was pregnant with Rosalia, her father was carrying on an affair that resulted in a child. If this child was born first, she no longer has a claim as the Grand Duchess. Not only will she lose her position in the family, she will lose the last reason to marry Dmitri; after all, his engagement is to the eldest Morgenstern. If she cannot convince Dmitri to marry her despite his qualms, then she will fail not only her own heart, but her entire family as well. And if she cannot uncover the truth of her half-sibling, she'll lose it all regardless.

✯ Tagged As: originally [unfortunately i have a new idea] now changed to #asob

✯ Characters:

Grand Duchess Rosalia Morgenstern: the eldest of her family, 26, she was engaged to Dmitri when she was very young in order to save the family name. Since she was twelve, following the death of her parents, she has been juggling taking care of her four younger siblings, taking care of the duchy, maintaining friendly relations with the rest of the aristocrats, and trying to uncover the identity -- and age -- of her half-sibling.

Viscount Dmitri Pierce: the son of a widowed viscountess, 30, Dmitri has known since he was five that he was to marry Rosalia. The two were close as children, and he willingly stepped up to support the family after the deaths of her parents. For the past ten years, he has been on a diplomatic tour of Kuerskap, and has returned just in time for the new queen's coronation.

More information (about the supporting cast and the general world under the cut!

Sir Thaddeus Salae: a bodyguard, 20s, hired by Rosalia following a break in at their country home; takes his job protecting Rosalia very seriously.

Varun Das: a tavernkeeper, 20s, who is friends with Rosalia but unaware that she's a duchess; is her confidante nonetheless, and is always happy to offer her a free drink.

Lady Cressida Morgenstern: the second sister, 21, not entirely "there" but observant to a fault; has a magical affinity for plants and animals.

Lady Violet Morgenstern: the third sister, 18, quiet and fatigued; is studying to be a scholar of magic and is vehemently against marriage.

Lady Lillian Morgenstern: the fourth sister, 16, fiery and free-spirited; has a magical affinity for creating magical perfumes with the flowers Cressida grows.

Lady Dorothea Morgenstern: the youngest sister, 14, sickly but bright; has magical abilities, but is unable to use them due to her illness.

✯ World (called Tekom): our story in particular focuses primarily on three countries. Verkap (inspired primarily by Regency England), Kueskap (inspired primarily by the Gupta Empire era of India), and Tritokap (inspired primarily by Thailand, generally). The primary setting is the coast of Verkap, but heavily features characters and cultural influence from the other two countries. They worship the stars as minor deities who grant miracles -- a religion called Sterkas. Although each country has a different view of the stars' origins and the rules of earning those miracles, everyone agrees that the stars have an innate connection to the magic that graces Tekom.

Although they theoretically come from a common ancestral clan, when Verkap and Kuerskap crossed the seas and encountered each other, it sparked a war that lasted for five hundred years -- an intense, bloody war that Tritokap emphatically stayed neutral on. Neither side won; eventually, thanks to the efforts of members of all the countries and a particularly miraculous shipwreck, the countries mutually agreed on a truce. This year will mark the fifth hundred anniversary of that treaty, meaning that they are soon coming upon a net zero of sorts. Importantly, this year will also be the crowning of the first ever Verkap queen who is of Kuerskap descent; a barely-eighteen year old woman named Chandrika Devi.

[1989xtaylorsversion]

folklore is taylor swift's best album, and i stand by that. (my album review)

hello swifties, i'm back.

folklore is taylor swift's eighth studio album, and in my humble opinion, it's her best. this album holds such a special place in my heart because it's what propelled me into being a full-time swiftie. i apologize in advance for how repetitive i'm going to get because i will be proclaiming my love for every track.

now that the pleasantries are done, let's talk about folklore aka the winner for AOTY (thank you scammy's, at least they did one thing right)

1. the 1

this song is so easy to love. it's fun, light, catchy, and so soothing. the opening line just grabs your attention, so good job ms. swift. i don't have a lot to say about it, but i think it was a great choice to make this the first track. it's one of her best album openers.

2. cardigan

i looove cardigan. the beginning may turn you off, but it PICKS UP by the third verse. i love the lyrics, and i loooove the music video. it's one of her most beautiful music videos, there's no argument. the fact that she made it during a pandemic - her power. also, selling the cardigans as merchandise was one of the best decisions she's made, they're beautiful.

3. the last great american dynasty

ok guys, here's the truth - this song was a grower. i didn't connect with it for a little bit, and i didn't really gravitate towards it. i never hated it, but it's one of the songs (yes you read that right, we'll get there) that took a minute for me to really appreciate. i eventually saw the light though because on one magical day, something shifted and i realized that it's a great song that deserves its hype.

4. exile ft. bon iver

I LOVE THIS SONG SO MUCH! if "exile" isn't in your top 3, you need to reevaluate some things. in my opinion, it's the best collaboration taylor has done. it is raw, emotional, soul-crushing, and above all magical. it transcends you into another world. the bridge and everything after is pure serotonin. i loved it from the second i heard it, and it's never let me down.

5. my tears ricochet

again, I LOVE THIS SONG!! it's also in my top 3, and it never left its place. it is so beautifully haunting. the lyrics and imagery really stay with you. there are so many meanings, so apply it to your life anyway you want. i have never felt true betrayal but this song makes me feel like i have. this is one of her strongest fifth tracks. thank you taylor, your good deeds won't be forgotten.

6. mirrorball

i can't believe i'm admitting this, but "mirrorball" was another grower. when i first heard it, my immediate reaction was, "wow this would be a great song to include in a movie when the main characters are slow dancing at a school dance." i still think that. but, one day i heard it again, and it opened my eyes to the fact that this song is amazing. the bridge is definitely my favorite part, and i hope it's your's.

the meaning is so sad, because taylor has expressed her fear that people aren't going to want to listen to her past a certain point, and she's always had to reinvent herself. it's interesting how females in the music industry have to constantly reinvent themselves, but males don't... hmm...

that's another topic, but it should be said.

anyway, i just want taylor to know she can literally release absolutely anything, and we will still listen. i just want her to be authentic, be happy, and make music that fulfills her.

7. seven

this song was another grower, and i'll be honest, it's not the song i gravitate towards a lot. but, i still love it. it's sweet, innocent, and soothing. the second verse is my favorite.

8. august

AUGUST STANS ARE WE HERE??

where do i even begin?? the second i hear the opening lines, i'm at peace. it is perfect. "august" is just pure serotonin packaged into a song. the bridge is immaculate. i've yet to meet anyone who doesn't like this song, and if you do, don't talk to me :)

also, i love the love triangle storyline lol. it makes the songs so much more interesting. there's not much to say except, thank you, taylor.

9. this is me trying

this song is so nice to listen to, and it's so easy to love. the lyrics are thoughtful, and the instrumentals enhance it so well. i really overplayed it when the album first came out lol. it's short and sweet.

10. illicit tears

wow, it was so rude of taylor to drop this soul-crushing song without any warnings and expect me to be fine. i'm still waiting for the apology video btw.

in all seriousness, this song is a masterpiece. the lyrics are so vivid, she's unbelievable. the bridge is unreal, it just makes you wanna scream (pun intended). i love the second verse, it just picks up from there. even though the storyline is sad, it is a gorgeous song. also, she taught me like 2 new words from this song, so thank you for expanding my vocabulary, taylor.

11. invisible string

swifties, this song is adorable. the idea of an invisible string connecting you and your soulmate is beautiful, and i hope we can all experience this feeling one day. it is such a cute song, i really enjoy it.

12. mad woman

this song was also a grower, but rest assured, i love it. i love the meaning, and when she dropped the f-bomb, it sure grabbed my attention.

13. epiphany

"epiphany" is beautiful. i know some people feel it's too sad, but i love sad songs, so i'm not complaining. it's calming, and her voice and the instrumentals are beautiful. i really enjoy it.

14. betty

wow, betty is a masterpiece. the harmonicas, oh my gosh. she curses in this one too, and it's great. the last chorus is unbelievable, i can't believe she actually made this song. taylor really treated us well, i'm so grateful.

would you forgive james? i wonder what people think of the love triangle.

15. peace

"peace" is so cute, it just makes me happy. it took a minute for it to grow on me, but i'm glad it did.

16. hoax

"hoax" is another hauntingly beautiful song. i think it was a good song to close with, and her vocals sound great.

17. the lakes

i wish this song made the final tracklist, but i'm glad she released it regardless. it's SO beautiful, i love everything about it. i wouldn't change a single thing. i love the meaning behind it, her lyricism is incredible. she turns into a superhero when she picks up that pen.

overall thoughts:

i don't know what else to add, i think i said it all in the beginning. this album came at the perfect time, taylor always knows when i need her. i'm so grateful for her because she just released music this year and said "here you go, enjoy." i have such happy memories with this album, it's one of my all-time favorites. it's one of my comfort albums, and i'll never grow tired of it.

my rating: 10/10

the weakest song: lol, you thought.

the strongest songs: my tears ricochet, illicit affairs, exile, mirrorball, august, and cardigan. those are the ones i gravitate towards the most, but let's be real, they're all strong and amazing. this was a hard choice to make.

THANK YOU TAYLOR SWIFT.

also, i hope you all enjoy fearless (taylor's version). see you soon swifties, xoxo.

[taeheyhey]

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Chapter 18 - What Are We Doing Now?

Taehyung x Reader - Fluff/Angst - 3.8k words

A/N - Helloooo! Here is chapter 18, I hope you all enjoy it a lot! If you have time or the inclination, please leave me a like or a comment or a wee reblog, it really helps motivate me to keep on writing and to try to create better things. BTW If you have sent me a request, rest assured I'm getting through them!

Thank you for being so lovely to me and for reading my story...it means the world! ♥

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It had taken some time and an awful lot of effort, but for the most part life had returned more or less to normal. There were still times, particularly when you weren’t working at the bar or otherwise occupied, where thoughts of Taehyung would take up residence in your mind and stubbornly stay there for an hour or two, sometimes longer. On more than a few of these occasions you had felt the very powerful urge to crack open your ancient laptop and indulge in a quick image search, just to remind yourself that, yes: that inhumanly beautiful, kind and talented man had brightened the mundanity of your life for the briefest of moments.

You had decided early on it would be advisable to persist in resisting these urges to the best of your ability, mostly for your own emotional well-being. There was no way you could trivialise the significance of the time you had spent together, but to dwell on the loss of it was ultimately unconstructive and damaging, and you decided you had spent far too much of your life allowing the actions of others to dictate your own. You would always treasure those few days with Taehyung, but you told yourself that you could – and would – move on from it.

Not only did you tell yourself, you also told Ronnie, loudly and often. There would probably have been more chance of him believing you if he hadn’t decided to check in on you on one of your nights off. He had found you most of the way through a bottle of wine and a large Toblerone, the room in darkness but for the glow from the laptop, headphones in and completely engrossed and teary-eyed over a compilation video of Taehyung with animals, gesturing despairingly in silence at the video. You had woken the following morning with a hangover and a half-melted chocolate triangle stuck to your neck and committed to a YouTube and all round Taehyung internet search ban for the sake of your sanity.

Still the hours turned in to days and then in to weeks as they have a tendency to do and before you knew it, it had been three months since that fateful night at the hotel in the city. You had spent a large potion of your days searching for an extra job to help Ronnie pay for the upkeep of the bar. He refused to let you work for him for room and board and insisted on paying you a wage, even though dwindling patron numbers and rapidly increasing rent meant he could scarcely afford it.

“I know you don’t like talking about it with me Ronnie, but how long can we realistically keep this place open if we keep having nights like last night?” you called to him behind the bar.

He was rearranging the bottles of liquor and spirits for want of something to do. He would normally be re-stocking the fridges but given that only two bottles had been removed from them, it wouldn’t have occupied him for very long.

You were counting out the money from the previous day, not that it took a great deal of time to do so. Over the space of five hours, four people had walked through the door of Ronnie’s. One was Peter, two made up an elderly couple who came in once a week to nurse one drink each over a two hour period, and the last had been a gentleman who had gotten lost on the way to the city centre and needed to use the bathroom. You had at least managed to talk him in to buying a coke.

“What’s all this 'we' talk? It’s not your problem to worry about.” He retorted, shifting his eyes indecisively back and forth between an unopened bottle of beer and the large mug of black coffee you had placed in front of him some minutes earlier.

You observed him through his reflection in the mirror behind the bar, and to your immense relief he turned to face you with the mug in his hand, before walking around the bar to sit down and join you. “What do you mean 'not my problem'? If Hannah comes back and finds out I’ve not been looking after you, she’ll nag both of us to the brink of insanity.”

He grumbled in acknowledgement. “She always was like her mother,” he smiled sadly and sighed, taking a large gulp of his drink to cover up the waver in his voice.

You reached over the table and placed your hand on his forearm and squoze in what you hoped was a reassuring manner. Hannah had been gone for over half a year now, and he was obviously missing her, and you used the ensuing silence to consider how best to respond to Ronnie’s sudden melancholy.

You had learned not to push it when it came to his vulnerable moments, you simply had to take your cues from him and wait to see if he elaborated, if he did not the most constructive option was to move the conversation on to something else. Usually food.

“Should I go down to the cafe and get us some lunch?” You proposed after waiting a sufficient amount of time for him to continue the conversation should he wish to do so.

As if by magic his face brightened, and even if it was solely for you benefit you were relieved, knowing that he would be embarrassed later on if he continued to wallow in front of you. He reached in to his pocket to retrieve his wallet, and you placed a stilling hand on his shoulder.

“Please just let me do this at least? Peter gave me a twenty last night.” You announced, pulling the note from the back pocket of your jeans and holding it aloft like a precious relic.

“Jesus, what’s that all about?” Ronnie pondered aloud, shuffling off his chair and making for the sink with his now empty mug, picking up yours on the way.

Peter had been a fixture in the bar almost all day, every day since you had begun working at Ronnie’s, always wearing the same brown overcoat and thin-lipped grimace beneath his unkempt beard, and he rarely tipped, only at Christmas and on the rare occasions he had won at the horses. “Who knows? Maybe he’s secretly loaded?”

“Well it would make sense, it’s hard not to make a success of yourself with that level of charisma,” Ronnie quipped in response.

You smiled wryly and pulled on your hoodie, pulling open the front door as Peter barrelled in with impeccable timing. As the door closed behind you and your stepped out in to the drizzling rain, you heard Ronnie bellow an overly enthusiastic greeting at Peter for comic effect.

You pulled your hood over your untidy hair and shoved your hands in to your pockets as you faced in to the wind on your way to the cafe. You could remember running down this path away from Taehyung playfully and feeling as though you didn’t have a care in the world. You imagined how different a figure you cut now, shoulders hunched over against the weather, eyes downcast as you allowed the grief to consume you just for this walk; just while you were alone.

In much the same way as Ronnie’s rapid switch from his gloomy countenance earlier was largely for your benefit, your own emotional recovery was feigned in large part to reduce how often you would find him watching you with ill-concealed concern plastered across his face. Your despondency was abruptly overpowered by guilt as you wondered how much of Ronnie’s own sadness at missing his daughter he had successfully hidden from you as you wallowed in the wake of Taehyung’s departure.

Before you could think on it for much longer you had arrived at the cafe. You placed your fingers around the door handle and took a deep breath in. You hadn’t been in here since that morning with Taehyung, and you felt that familiar clenching in your heart and the hot sting behind your eyes. Again, you allowed yourself to feel it only for a few moments before exhaling and pushing down on the handle.

There were no more than three tables occupied in the cafe, the breakfast rush long since ended, and those that were seated paid little attention to you as you entered the room, save for the couple by the front door who grumbled simultaneously as a sliver of the outside was allowed in with your arrival.

Over by the counter you could see Jess talking intimately with a young man wearing a woollen hat pulled down over his ears, and she giggled coquettishly as he stretched over the bar and planted a peck on her cheek. She looked so happy. That is until she raised her eyes at the sound of the door being blown shut again and found you smiling warmly at her. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped loose, the beginning of your name falling from her open mouth.

You frowned, perturbed by her reaction to your presence, until the man in the hat turned to the entrance to follow the line of Jess' gaze. Mark.

You could feel your eyebrows make a mad dash towards your hairline as you took in their shocked expressions, almost comical in their similarity. After a beat you allowed your face to relax as you strolled over to them, trying not to be unsettled by the dual frozen stare you were being subjected to.

You could understand why they were freaked out, but you were honestly more interested in getting back to Ronnie equipped with lunch.

“Hi,” you offered in greeting to both of them, although it left your mouth as a question.

“I’m, um...just going to...” Mark awkwardly shuffled around you and headed for the restrooms, almost pushing open the ladies door in his fluster.

You were left face to face with Jess, whose eyes were still the size of saucers and whose mouth was opening and closing uselessly like a fish. “Y/N I...” she finally mumbled.

“Jess, calm down. What do you think is happening right now?” You had absolutely no issue with her, you never had, and you certainly were not going to allow something as inconsequential as your ex-boyfriend dating her make that somehow be otherwise.

She still looked edgy and incredibly apologetic, her eyebrows knitted together in a picture of remorse. “Did someone tell you about us? Is that why you’re here?”

You sighed heavily. “Honestly Jess, I just want a sandwich. No offence, but I genuinely couldn’t care less that Mark’s out there again.” You ran your finger down the menu as you spoke, your focus on the task at hand. You raised your eyes to meet hers earnestly for a moment. “Is he good to you?”

She eyed you warily as though it was a trick question. “Yes,” she eventually answered, her posture relaxing visibly. “Oh,” she said suddenly, her face lighting up with realisation and relief. “You were with that really good-looking guy right? Of course. Jesus,” you could see her eyes glaze over and you knew she was trying to visualise him. “How’s that going?” Her tone was jovial now and she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively the way she had when you had sat opposite Taehyung a quarter of a year ago.

You gave a tight-lipped smile in response and returned your gaze to the menu so she couldn’t see the tears begin to gather at the memory. “It’s not,” you answered quietly.

“Oh,” came her reply, and she reached over the counter cautiously before awkwardly patting the top of your hand that was resting there.

Mark chose this moment to resume his position opposite Jess on the customer side of the counter, with a slight angle adjustment to ensure he left a wide area to allow for your presence as though you might physically lash out at any moment. Jess shifted her eyes back and forth between the two of you and the entire situation suddenly struck you as totally ridiculous, breaking you from your sombre reminiscence and causing an amused snort to burst forth from you, making Mark jump almost a foot in the air such was the anxiety you seemed to have instilled in him.

The tension broken between you and Jess at least, she joined you in your laughter much to Mark's chagrin, his expression only causing you both to laugh harder. “What are you having then?” She managed after taking some deep breaths.

“Two large BLTs please, hold the lettuce and tomato on one.”

She smiled and nodded, turning to face the grill and seeing to your order, leaving you and your ex-boyfriend to stand side-by-side in uncomfortable silence, from his perspective at least.

Just as Jess began to wrap the two sandwiches in paper, Mark turned to you. “How have you been?”

The words were strained, forced, and you knew he must feel embarrassed about the last time you had seen him.

“Good,” you answered noncommittally. “You?”

“Well you know...” he muttered while you fantasised about nails scraping down a chalkboard as a preferable alternative to this conversation. “Are you still seeing –”

“We really don’t need to do this, Mark,” you cut him off, gratefully accepting the two wrapped parcels as Jess handed them over to you. She took the twenty from your grasp in turn and pushed seemingly random buttons in the register to open it. You leant close to your ex so you couldn’t be heard by anyone else. “Don’t fuck this up with her, okay?” you advised sincerely before taking your change and offering them both a genuine parting smile, pulling the front door open once more to incur the passive-aggressive wrath of the chilly couple by the entrance.

 ~~~

“I still don’t understand why you want us all to wear these, Jimin.” Jin called out as he stood in the doorway of the studio, a pink towelling headband adorned with a spotted bow dangling from his long finger and held away from his body with faint disgust in his expression as though it smelled unpleasant.

Jungkook was adjusting his own headband in the wall of full length mirrors at one end of the entirely white room, frowning as he pulled it forwards and then pushed it back again. “Because it’s funny, hyung,” he answered on Jimin’s behalf as he saw him speaking quietly with a blatantly forlorn Taehyung in the opposite corner of the room.

Namjoon had been standing with them initially, the three of them whispering with their heads close together, the leader occasionally extending his arm around Taehyung to massage his shoulder soothingly. He had left just as Jin had entered, striding from the room purposefully with a determined expression on his face, and the oldest had watched him walk down the corridor to his own studio in confusion.

Hoseok appeared from behind Jin and walked over to crouch beside the maknae, affectionately ruffling his hair and undoing the work he had done to position the pink material to his satisfaction. “What makes it funny, Kookie?”

Despite his mild annoyance at the disruption, he smiled a toothy grin up at the dancer and pulled at the two sides of the bow so they stood almost vertically from the top of his head. “Just look at it,” he raised his hands to frame them around his latest adjustment to emphasise his words. Hoseok clearly remained unconvinced but returned the grin anyway, straightening up and walking back out of the room to get his make up fixed before the broadcast began, grabbing one of the remaining four headbands from the small box Jimin had placed on a chair by the door on his arrival.

Jin still stood at the door, placing his hands at his hips and eyeing Jungkook suspiciously. “Ya, Jungkook-ah, you never agree with Jimin’s ideas. What’s going on? What are you up to, both of you? Is it a prank? A hidden camera?” With each question he strode further in to the room, and the intonation of his voice rose until it was almost manic. He came to a halt beside Jungkook in front if the mirror and haphazardly dragged the head over his thick black hair and examined his reflection. “It’s ruining my handsome face, ah!” He joked loudly as one side of the band lay heavily over one eye, forcing it shut.

There was a weird energy in the room and Jin was doing his best to remedy it, and as always he was ecstatic to find Jungkook laughing fondly at him. He laughed even harder as Jin removed the band from his head and stepped in to it, one foot at a time, and pulled it up so that it was somehow encircling his waist, and began to dance around the room in an effort to catch Taehyung’s attention with the intention of perhaps making him laugh too. He had been so dejected since their arrival home all those weeks ago and – while the second youngest had seemed much quieter in general that year – it still worried him and the other members, but as the oldest, Jin felt a large amount of responsibility for all of them, especially the three youngest.

Having finished in the make up room, Hoseok returned to the mirror to attempt to display the towelling monstrosity in a vaguely flattering way. He turned to Yoongi, who had been sat silently on the floor the entire time they had been in the dance studio with the bow already perched atop his bleached hair, and huffed out a sigh. “You are okay with this, hyung?”

Yoongi looked up as though noticing there were other people in the room for the first time, lowering his phone in to his lap. “It’s something to do with Taehyung and his girl,” he said nonchalantly, but such was the quiet in the room as Jin had chosen that moment to cease leaping around it, that the sound of his voice travelled across the studio. “Just wear it.” The five other members turned to stare at him in astonishment, and he retrieved his phone from between his crossed legs unperturbed. “What? I thought everyone knew. We’ve been doing such weird stuff these past couple of months.” He shrugged and carried on watching music videos on his phone.

It took a few moments for the members to unfreeze, almost as though when Yoongi has pressed play on his media player it had affected the members too. The three youngest exchanged worried glances and Hoseok continued to stare mutely at his fellow rapper.

The eldest stood dumbly as the cogs whirred around in his mind. The penny dropping was almost audible and if the room had been dark Jin would swear the others would have seen the lightbulb ping on above his head. “Jimin-ah,” he called out accusatorily across the room. “Is that why you asked me to learn to play that song?”

 ~~~

With the wind at your back and the strange sense of closure you felt following your encounter with Mark and Jess at the cafe, your steps felt swifter and a little lighter as you made your way back to the bar with your precious cargo.

You missed Taehyung. There was no denying it. You supposed a part of you would always miss Taehyung and mourn what could have been had circumstances been entirely different on all fronts. Having said that, had the situation been entirely altered, you imagined there would have been absolutely no reason for him to come to your part of the world. Either way it remained wholly pointless to speculate on what could have been, even if it was a perfectly wonderful way of spending your time when it didn’t feel like a million pins pricking at your heart.

If Mark was able to pull himself from his funk and get back out there, then so could you. Not that you had any intention to start trying to date again, but thinking back on the state you last found Mark in three months ago, the improvement was jarring and caused the tiniest spark of optimism in you. Mark had four entire years to move on from, surely getting over three days would be an absolute breeze in comparison...right?

You arrived back at the bar and pushed the door ajar with your shoulder as you cradled the sandwiches. Walking over to the bar, you handed Ronnie the sandwich containing only bacon and took in the strange expression on his face. He looked to be on the verge of laughter but desperately trying to hold it in, his face reddening from the effort.

“Ronnie, what on earth is going on? Is everything alright, you look...” You weren’t sure how you should finish the sentence. In all honesty he looked constipated.

A weird squeak escaped him as he opened his mouth to speak. “Y/N, I know you’ve had a rough few weeks, but...” he clasped his hands together in barely-concealed delight, his face stretched in to a smile so broad it was hurting your cheeks just looking at him. “There’s someone here who might just make you feel a little bit better.”

Your entire body froze, even your heart felt as if it had stopped. It couldn’t be, could it? You stared unblinking at the door Ronnie was gesturing flamboyantly at as though he were a magician at a child’s birthday party, your breathing coming in short, sharp gasps and you felt light-headed from the lack of oxygen reaching your brain.

“Are you ready?” he asked excitedly, his voice booming, though you may as well have been under water given the way his question sounded to your ears.

Your voice was barely a whisper as Ronnie stretched out his hand to wrap it around the doorknob, drawing out the tension unintentionally cruelly and indulgently. “Yes.”

“Ta-da!” he announced and pulled open the door with a flourish.

“Y/N!” Your best friend since practically birth screeched joyfully as she ran towards you with open arms, and you embraced her tightly and gratefully, not fully realising just how much you had missed her smile, her laugh, and – especially at that particular moment in time – her hugs.

“Oh my god, Hannah! I can’t believe it! I am so happy you’re here!” You declared sincerely as you pulled her tighter in to the hug.

You felt completely ashamed at the split-second of disappointment that had swept through you momentarily as you realised it was not Taehyung standing on the other side of the door. It was then that you knew for sure that trying to move on from him was going to be even harder than you had initially thought.

A/N Chapter 19 will be out same time next week! Only 4 more chapters to go! Thank you again for reading you sweethearts xxx

[guccixstyless]

Torn Between

A/N:This is the first part of this love triangle imagine,I didn’t want to rush the story so I’ll make several parts to it.Hope you like it xx

Request:  stuckinafieldofdaises Could I get a Stiles and Theo imagine? Could it be that I am Scott's cousin and a banshee that recently moved in with them and Theo was my ex but we broke up because he moved and just left me. But once i move Stiles likes me and then Theo see's me and he realizes that he still likes me. Could you try involving Mama McCall, Sheriff Stilinski, and Agent McCall? You can choose who i end up with. Btw I love your imagines. I love the Chancelleries. Thank you!

Pairings: Stiles X Reader,Theo X Reader

Word Count: 2.08K words

Part TWO

*The imagine takes place based on season 5′s plot*

Y/N’s POV

I took a deep breathe once I saw the car going closer to the sign that says,’WELCOME TO BEACON HILLS’.This town holds lots of memories,some happy some equally depressing.

I recently figured out I am a banshee too,I was so scared.As I’m new to this stuff,my mom didn’t understand what’s going on,after lots of discussion with Aunt Melissa,my mom decided it will be better if I stay few months with Aunt Melissa and my cousin Scott.She believes as Scott’s also related to supernatural world,he’ll be able to help me more since one of his friend is also a banshee,his friend can give me tips.After I grip hold of the situation I will go back home.

“Honey,you alright?”My mom’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

“Uh,yeah.”I sighed.

She just nodded and held my hand in a comforting way.

We reached in front of my aunt’s place.I saw Scott along and Aunt Melissa,standing at the doorstep.I grinned seeing them,it’s been awhile.I last visited this place when I was in fourth grade.I actually used to live here until my parents decided to shift to New York.

“Y/N!”Scott said excitedly and hugged me tightly.

“Scott,it’s been ages!”I said grinning back.

“I know right!”

“Oh my my,you’ve grown up to be such a pretty lady.”Aunt Melissa hugged me.

“Why thank you,and must I say you look exactly the same,don’t you age?”I joked.

*at the dinner table*

“You were always the sister with better cooking skills,”my mom said to Aunt Melissa.

“Oh what can I say?”She chuckled.

“So,Y/N are you ready for school tomorrow?”Scott asked me shoving some pasta in his mouth.

“Uh I guess so?”I answered unsured.

“Oh darling,you’ll be fine.”Aunt Melissa assured me.

*in the morning*

I woke up by the sound of my mom and aunt Melissa singing loudly downstairs and making breakfast.I got ready and went downstairs.

“Seriously,you two are something.”I laughed.

“Oh shush,I made pancakes,you want it or not?”Aunt Melissa said winking at me.

“Hell yeah!”I said excitedly.

“Where’s Scotty?”My mom asked.

“Here!”Scott emerged in the room.

“Speak of the devil,”Melissa chuckled.

“Good morning ladies’.”Scott said.

“Y/n,I usually go to school fifteen minutes before the classes start.Do you mind going early?”Scott asked.

“Not at all,besides I’ll get the chance to see your friends so I’m excited.”I shrugged.

“Great.”

After finishing breakfast Scott and I were talking,then suddenly I heard a car’s horn.

“That’s Stiles,you remember him,don’t you?He picks me up.”Scott said.

“Ofcourse I do!He used to eat my red gummy bears!”I said chuckling.

We bid goodbyes to our moms and went outside,I saw a light blue jeep parked outside.I saw Stiles waving at us excitedly,and as we approached he greeted me,”Y/N,how are you?You’re all grown up.”

“Stiles!Look at you owning a jeep and all,missed you.”

“Oh yeah,you never called me during all these years.”Stiles pouted.

“I’m sorry okay?I’ll make it up to you.”I said hugging him.

I couldn’t help but admire Stiles,he’s grown up to be really good looking.He had a goofy smile and the way his hair was messed up made him look extra cute.

In the jeep we had small talk,just Stiles asking me my favourite hobby and stuff.

Once we arrived I saw three other girls and two boys standing,probably waiting for us.

“Hi,you must be Scott’s cousin,I’m Lydia.”The beautiful girl,with amazing fashion sense said.

“I’m Kira,”the other one said smiling.

“I’m Liam,”the guy with baby blue eyes said.

“I’m Mason,”the other guy said.

“And I’m Malia,”the girl with short hair said.

“It’s so nice to meet y’all.”I said genuinely smiling.

“Let’s go inside,”Liam said.

“Yeah,we also have to show Y/N the office room,so she can collect her schedule.”Scott said.

After getting my schedule and stuff,I walked towards my locker.Scott said he’ll meet me during the lunch break.As I was opening my locker I heard a voice from behind,”are you new here?”The deep voice said.

“Yeah actually,”I said turning around and my smile faded away slightly.

“Th-theo?”I asked.

Scott did warn me about Theo,he said how they are having difficulty trusting him,he showed me pictures of him.I already had grudges towards him.He broke my heart when I was a kid,I know it sounds silly,but I genuinely liked him and one day he just broke up with me and left.

“Y/N,right?”He said surprised.

“Yeah,”I said forcing a smile.

“Been ages!”He remarked.

“Yeah been ages,since you left without any explanation.”I shrugged.

“Seriously,you’re still hurt about what I did when I was a kid?”He said laughing.

“No,I was just stating facts.”I partially lied and partially told the truth.

“Well-”Theo began but was interrupted by the bell that indicated classes are going to start within five minutes.

“Gotta go,bye.”I said before quickly walking away from him.

“Whoa whoa slow down,will ya!”I was stopped by Stiles.

“Oh sorry,don’t wanna be late for class.”I said smiling at him.

“You won’t be,by the way which class do you have now?”He asked smiling.

“Uh History.”I replied.

“I have Physics now,Come on I’ll show you the way to your class.”

“Thanks.”

During lunch break I saw the pack sitting on a table,they were all chatting and laughing.As I approached they all greeted me,Stiles tapped the vacant seat beside him for me to sit.I obliged and sat there.

“How way your day?”Stiles asked,eating his sandwich.

“It was alright.”I sighed.

“First days are stressful,I know.”

“Yeah.”

Soon the lunch time was over,I now have a free period,however everyone in the pack have classes so I decided to head towards the library to kill time.

The library was serenade,I was searching to read a book when I felt a presence behind me.I looked back and saw Theo looking down at me.

“Free period?”He asked.

“Yeah.”

“Let’s talk,I want to catch up with you,been ages.”Theo said hopefully.

“Uh I actually thought I’ll finish some studying since I already missed few lectures.”I tried to go away,but I was stopped by him this time.

He grabbed my hand and said,”are you still mad at me?”

“I-,”

“Please tell me honestly.”

“Yes.”

“That was ages ago,c’mon let it go.”He sighed.

“It’s so easy for you to say that huh?”I snapped,”do you have any idea how I felt,you abandoned me,you just left without any explanation.You were my only friend besides Scott and Stiles,and I’m not angry about the fact that you broke up with me,I’m upset that you just-you just left without even telling me.”I finished ranting.

“Look,I can’t tell you why I left,I’m still not ready for it.But trust me I had a very strong reason.”He said slowly.

“Leave it Theo,we are down talking.”I said and quickly exited the library.

I know I was overreacting but I was that hurt,because after all these years when I finally saw him again,I just couldn’t control my emotion.

“Y/N WAIT!”I heard Scott calling me and running towards me.

“Hey,what’s up?”I asked with a small smile.

“What happened?”He asked.

“I just bumped into Theo and all those memories just came back and yeah.”I said shrugging.

“C’mere,”Scott said hugging me,”listen Y/N,let it go,you’ll find someone even better I promise,besides do you know Stiles have a crush on you?”

“What?”I said laughing.

“It’s true,he was talking about you all day which made me want to punch him but he was talking with so much adoration.”Scott said chuckling.

“Oh wow.”I laughed.

After the school was over,Scott and I walked towards Stiles’ jeep.

“Hey guys!”Stiles exclaimed.

“Uh Stiles,actually I have few errands to run before going home,can you just drop Y/N home?”Scott asked.

I was surprised,he didn’t mention it before.

“Scott I can go with you?”I offered.

“NO!”Scott yelled,”uh I mean no need,you go home take rest.”

“Uh okay..?”I said,slightly surprised by his behaviour.

“Alright Scott,see ya tomorrow man,come on Y/N,”Stiles said before driving.

“Today was such a long day!”I sighed.

“Oh yeah?You should take rest then.”Stiles said while keeping his eyes on the road.

“Yeah,I’ll literally collapse on my bed after I reach home.”I chuckled.

“Same here.”

We talked during the whole journey,Stiles was really funny and it surprised me seeing how much we have in common.

“Thank you for the lift.”I said getting off the jeep.

“The pleasure is all mine.”Stiles said smiling.

“Why don’t you come inside?”I offered.

“I would’ve love that,but I have to meet my dad now at the police station.”Stiles said.

“Right,say hi to Mr. Stilinski for me.”

“I will,bye,see ya tomorrow.”

“See ya!”

I went inside,and saw an middle aged man,talking with Aunt Melissa.

“You’re here,how was you day?”Aunt said me as I entered the living room.

“It was alright.”I said smiling.

“Y/N,I’m Chris,Chris Argent,nice to meet you.”The man said.

Oh that’s Mr Argent,I never saw his picture but I knew Alison,Scott made me talk with her by phone few times,I was in complete shock after I heard about her getting killed.

“Likewise Mr Argent.”I said shaking his hand.

“Mr Argent just got back in town for few days,in fact he’s got a plan to trap the Dread Doctors.”Aunt Melissa said to me.

“You’re a genius,Scott always praises you and I’m sure whatever plan you are thinking will turn out to be successful.”I said to Mr Argent.

*The next week*

I enjoyed staying with Aunt Melissa and Scott,it was a fun experience.I can’t believe it’s been a week already,so glad to be back here.

“Y/N,are you free today?”Stiles asked me as we were going to Physics class.

“Yeah,I have no homework!”I said happily.

“Umm,you know,I mean will you,like-”Stiles was stammering.

“Just say it.”I chuckled.

He took a deep breathe and said,”do you fancy grabbing a bite to eat after school with me?Just you and me?”

“Ofcourse,”I said smiling.

“Great!So after school.”He said relieved.

As I entered the class with Stiles,I saw Theo sitting at the back bench.After that incident in the library I didn’t speak to him much and we only had Physics together so I only saw him like thrice a week,so it was easy to avoid him.

 I sat at my usual seat that was beside Stiles.

“Okay class I’ve come to the conclusion that some of you need extra classes,I’ve listed the names and I’ll hang on the board after the class,so it will start from today and you can’t miss it,it’s compulsory.”The teacher finished her speech.

I just know I am on it,since I started off late,I was really behind than my peers.I looked at Stiles and he sent me a small smile.

When the class was over I saw the list and saw my name,I knew it.I sighed and looked at Stiles sadly.

“It’s okay,we can grab a bite after few days.”He said,but I knew he was disappointed.

“I’m so sorry Stiles.”

“No,look it’s not your fault,and after you get your grades better than we can celebrate.”He said encouragingly.

“You’re such a great buddy.”I said honestly.

He just laughed and went outside,I looked around and saw Theo there too.He was in the extra class too,shit.

There was only seven students in the extra class.I took a sit and started playing with my fingers,then I heard Theo clear his throat.He sat beside me.

“Hey Y/N.”Theo spoke.

“Hi.”I said not looking at him.

“Look,can we start over?Give me another chance to be your friend?”He asked.

“I don’t know Theo.”I sighed.

“Please understand,the circumstances back then was too much so I couldn’t tell you.”He said sadly.”I’m really sorry.”

I looked at him,he looked upset.Maybe I should give him another chance?People make mistake,and he must have a really good reason to leave.

“Okay.”I finally said.

“What?Really?”He asked enthusiastically.

“Yeah.”I laughed at his reaction.

The class was finally over and as I was getting ready to leave Theo offered me lift.Stiles already left so I said yes to him.It’s been awhile since I spoke to him,now we will start from the beginning,only this time we will only be friends.