#but i am scared since +1k people died here .. so yeah make sure to do whats best for you anyway!!

[putalittleloveonme]

I heard that despite what he said, he's getting most of the people who show symptoms of COVID-19 tested and if the test turns positive they must stay home in quarantine. So like, he says some stuff to the media but then takes action behind their backs. Idk how that makes sense, but I heard the info from a doctor who was interviewed recently so... Must be true.

That’s pretty good, if it’s true! He probably doesn’t want the UK economy to collapse like it did for us. But since I’ve seen with my country that, unfortunately, self-quarantine isn’t good enough I hope he’ll do even more for all of your safety.

[winterwolf0916]

Batboys with a Medium! S/O

Request: If you're still accepting Batfam requests; may I request Batboys having a medium S/O? It takes a toll on them if they witness things from horror movies A/N: Happy late spooky day. Also I apologize this is short. I felt really down today and I just felt so...sad for so many reasons. Anywho who cares... At the end of the day, there's a light at the end of the tunnel, right? Word Count: 1K

Dick

This man thought you were joking

A medium?

Fr?

Yeah he fought aliens, atlanteans-

He was raised well enough to know to never fuck with Amazons. He knows they’ll kick his ass but they adore him like a little baby

-people, crooks, animal like people, and a couple of other beings that are just questionable.

Yeah he remembers a lot of horror movies with those sorts 

Yeah he went against some “monsters” who actually turned out to be people like an episode of Scooby Doo.

But come on, ghosts?

Oh how he ate those words

He was only brushing his teeth in his apartment until he felt the room go cold and saw a woman with a half ripped face appearing in the mirror.

-Was that Dick screaming?-

You sighed and grabbed your items for communication since you’ve figured the apartment was haunted for like a good 2 weeks

Dick tried to stop you from ever entering the room

He should’ve listened to you but nooooo

His jaw dropped when he barged in the bathroom to find you and the lady giggling.

Turns out she thought her relatives still lived here and she wanted to give them a scare

Woops

After that night he believed you and promised to never make fun of the paranormal ever again

You help him so much on patrols

You get visions of the future and warn him about secret plans from every single villain

“Aha! It seems like you have fallen for-why is my henchman in my trap?” 

-Cue Penguin hanging off of a building and police cars surrounding him-

On a special day, it was Dick’s birthday

You woke him up before the sun was out and pulled him to the couch

He was confused before you held his hands and told him to close his eyes before-

Oh…

He sees his parents

He also communicated with them by your help

After a few hours, he was awakened from the couch and you gave a sheepish smile.

“Happy birthday.” 

Jason

“Am...Am I a ghost or a zombie to you?”

He was teasing of course. 

He died ok?

So of course he believes in the paranormal but he wouldn’t think they would do so much harm.

Until one night...

You pleaded him not to go out for patrol

Since earlier in the day you got a vision predicting how the night will go for Jason

He’s can’t miss patrol for the night he said

No reason to be scared of that warehouse he said

He’ll be alright, he said…

Please say sike right now 

As soon as he returned home, he was so shaken up.

Jason has always been so tough on the outside but this…

His walls were cracked open to the point where you could sense his dangerous aurora broken apart.

You were pretty angry at the spirits of what they did to your boyfriend 

He was trying his best not to act afraid in front of you and flinch by your touch

As he was fast asleep and you cleared away the bad dreams, you left to the warehouse and spoke with the spirits

Turns out those bastards were having a blast reminding him of the terrible trauma.

Oh was that how they felt?

You cracked your knuckles and gave those suckers a hell of vanishing.

How bad?

You caused a slight earthquake at Gotham Harbor giving those assholes thousands of punishments in various painful ways

Not a single soul decides to mess with Jason because of what happened that night

Like Dick, you and Jason would meditate so he could talk to his parents or his old friends.

He now believes you.

Tim

Ghosts?

Spirits???

Supernatural??????

This man sometimes uses tactics to keep himself awake at night

Watching horror movies was one of them

It was a semi for believing

He would sometimes be paranoid for certain things

Like someone watching him

Then after he confessed of his paranoia, it was strange that he never encountered that feeling again.

-You scared off a spirit that has been haunting him for the past month-

You would remind him where his items are before he could even ask or notice they were missing

“You left your jacket at the library.” “Your keys are on the counter hon.” 

Or “Babe have you seen my-” You pointed at the closet while going on your phone.

There are times when Tim have to leave for patrol after countless of all nighters

Which is something ludicrous and dangerous because one slip up could cost his life.

And you being you, would sometimes expose who was the one holding masacres or the location of the criminal to Bruce.

Or ask a friendly spirit of yours to haunt a crook for a short while so Tim would get some sleep instead of leaving for the night and haven't slept for a solid five days

Making sure he doesn’t get nightmares

You would give him calming dreams and making sure he has enough energy when he wakes up.

-You debating with Tim that tea was better than coffee-

Him asking odd questions.

“Is mothman real?” “Huh?” “Yeah, you’re right that’s too extreme… How about werewolves?”

He’s too cute

Damian

PFFT

In the beginning he thought you were pranking him but he slowly starts to believe you

Like-

“Beloved I told you I can’t-”

“Careful, you’re going to hit your face.”

“Wha-” the door slammed right on his face with full speed.

-Jason died that day-

Another time was when you were meditating while he was having trouble training

You helped him by asking a few favors from the spirits and the next day, his arm was better.

You were like Oracle to Damian during his missions. 

And his missions were pretty fast because of your visions

When one of his pets died, he felt so down for months.

So you did everything in your power to help him communicate with this deceased pet.

He felt better

Whenever your visions get intense and you start to get dizzy, he’ll always catch you when you go unconscious or fall back

You and Damian meditating together

Comforting him when he has nightmares and clearing them away

Damian pranking on Jon by using your tools for communication

When the Superson entered his room, there was a faint scream and sounds of furniture crashing. 

Damian was cackling as Jon came back to the living room and his face was pale

Boy, you were angry

You gave Damian a taste of his own medicine for a good 2 days before he asked -begged- for you to stop.

“Now you see how Jon feels.” “There’s a difference. I remained strong for 2 days while he couldn’t last five minutes.” “Ok then, I guess I could ask Benny to for a visit-” “L/n, put the Ouija Board down.”

[gtschnickschnack]

This writing’s been around for a bit. I liked the idea of writing a fic in transcript format

Plot: While sorting things Tim brings back something neat he found to show the others (it’s borrower Jon)

length: its pretty short, like 1k maybe?

cw: gt typical manhandling, borrower called by it/its for one half

The role of archivist goes to Sasha and ofc Jon is the borrower :) I feel like this is fine to read if you don’t know the podcast since it takes place in s1, but at some points a bit confusing maybe. I dont think its a nice format to read in general but it was a fun exercise I wanted to share

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[CLICK]

[DOOR OPENING]

TIM: Guys, I found something.

MARTIN: Hm?

ARCHIVIST: What is wh- (surprised) woah, what is that!

[TWO PAIRS OF FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING TIM]

MARTIN: Wh- Is, is that alive?

TIM: Very sure, it’s moving a lot.

MARTIN: Bloody hell, where did you even find that?

TIM: Under a shelf. It was carrying a paperclip.

MARTIN: Why?

TIM: Don’t ask me! I mean.. What are we gonna do with this thing?

ARCHIVIST: I'm still stuck on what that even is.

MARTIN: It's so small…It looks pretty scared though, should we set it down?

TIM: I don't know, it’s squirming a lot. I’m scared it will just hurt itself.

MARTIN: You think it has wings? Like would it get out of a box?

ARCHIVIST: No, I don't think so.

MARTIN: I'll get a box. [FADING FOOTSTEPS AND SHUFFLING SOUNDS]

TIM: It looks just like a person, but… really little.

ARCHIVIST: It does…. Very expressive face. (to Tim) You got a clue on what that is?

TIM: Not one.

MARTIN: Here, I emptied one out. Careful.

[SOMETHING IS DROPPED INTO THE BOX, MORE SHUFFLING CAN BE HEARD]

TIM: There.

[BOX IS PLACED DOWN]

TIM: What should we do to calm it down?

MARTIN: Are you asking me?

TIM: I don’t know, you’re the bug expert here.

MARTIN: I know about spiders, Tim. Spiders. Whatever this is, it’s not a spider.

TIM: Okay okay, but maybe there’s something-

ARCHIVIST: Hey guys. Is it…

TIM: Oh..

MARTIN: It… It’s crying.

[SHORT SILENCE]

TIM: Should I pick it up again?

[QUIET GASP IN THE BACKGROUND]

Martin: No, don’t. I think that’s just gonna make it worse.

ARCHIVIST: Do you think it can understand us? MARTIN: I don’t know.

ARCHIVIST: Hey, little one… it’s okay. We don’t want to hurt you.

TIM: Sorry if I scared you.

ARCHIVIST: Can you understand us?

TIM: I don’t think so, it’s just curled into a ball now.

MARTIN: What do we do with this? I mean.. should we tell Elias?

ARCHIVIST: No… Let’s keep this to ourselves for now.

[AGREEING SOUNDS]

ARCHIVIST: Oh, shoot the time! I wanted to record another one of our glitchy statements!

TIM: What? You can’t do it later?

ARCHIVIST: I mean I, I wanted to get that done before today's shift ends. Elias wasn't pleased the last time i postponed making a tape recording.

TIM: Weird.

ARCHIVIST: Yep. But… don't want to loose the new job just yet. (sigh) I'll just try and be quick about it and later we can talk this through together. In the meantime… I don't know, try and figure out what that is? I won't be long.

MARTIN: Alright.

[FADING FOOTSTEPS AND CLOSING DOOR]

TIM: Well?

MARTIN: I don’t know, it’s still crying, though. Maybe we should give it a tissue?

TIM: Hm.

[RUSTLING SOUNDS]

TIM: Don’t drop it on top of it! Now you just startled it.

MARTIN: Well I’m sorry I can’t warn it, I don’t think it can understand us.

TIM: I don’t know…it's staring between us.

[AGREEING MARTIN SOUNDS]

TIM: (slowly) Do you understand us?

[TIM AND MARTIN GASPING]

Martin: It nodded. It- You didn’t just- that was a nod, right?

TIM: Woah. Can you talk?

MARTIN: Oh my god.

TIM: Okay, that was a nod, but can you like actually talk?

MARTIN: Maybe it- uhm, they, have like stage fright? Oh hey no, it’s okay, you don’t have to talk. Please don’t cry again.

TIM: Yea, it’s alright. We’re not going to make you do anything. (to Martin) Maybe we should put them in a corner or something? Let them calm down?

MARTIN: Probably a good idea.

[FOOTSTEPS AS THE BOX IS MOVED]

TIM: On the shelf should be good.

[MORE SHUFFLING, FOOTSTEPS BACK TO MARTIN]

MARTIN: (whispering) Christ, Tim, thats like a person, a proper person.

TIM: (whispering back) I know.

MARTIN: What do we do?

TIM: I don’t know. (sign) Maybe we have statements on similar things? We could check those, or check the library.

MARTIN: I don’t remember seeing any book on tiny people working there, but I guess I could check anyway?

TIM: I check statements, you check the library?

MARTIN: What, like now?

TIM: I mean our boss gave us the task to figure this out, best to follow her orders.

MARTIN: Guess so. (sigh) Yeah, okay. I’ll see what I can find.

TIM: Alright, I’ll do the same. And keep an eye on our guest.

[FOOTSTEPS, DOOR CLOSING]

TIM: Who turned this on?

[CLICK]

—————

[CLICK]

[SOUNDS OF RUSTLING PAPER, A LONG SIGH FROM TIM AND FOOTSTEPS]

TIM: Hey uh.. don’t get startled, I’m just picking the box up again, okay?

[SHUFFLING, BOX IS PICKED UP THEN SET DOWN ELSEWHERE]

TIM: So uh.. You seem calmer? A bit maybe. Sorry for spooking you like that, little uh.. guy? one? I’ll just go with one, don’t wanna assume anything, you know.

BORROWER: Wh-what are you going to do to me?

TIM: … What? Nothing, we- just talk, we just want to talk.

BORROWER: Are you going to let me go then?

TIM: I mean of course, we’re not going to to just keep you captive. But I think we have some questions first.

BORROWER: …okay. Can you… let me out of the box at least?

TIM: Sure, I can put you on the desk I guess..

BORROWER: (alarmed) No! D-don’t touch me!

TIM: Okay, woah it’s okay! Hands are up here, see? Not gonna touch you. How am I going to get you out then..

BORROWER: I uh.. don’t suppose you could tilt the box?

TIM: Oh, that’s smart. [SHUFFLING] Just be careful sliding out.

[SOMETHING LANDS ON THE DESK]

TIM: There we go.

[DOOR OPENING]

ARCHIVIST: All done n- what are you doing, Tim?

TIM: I’m just helping our little guest out, per their request.

ARCHIVIST: Request?

[BOX BEING SET DOWN]

TIM: Oh yeah, they can talk.

ARCHIVIST: Wait what! You can talk?

BORROWER: Y-yes.

[FOOTSTEPS]

ARCHIVIST: Oh wow… I, I’m Sasha. Do you have a name?

TIM: Oh, I’m Tim by the way.

BORROWER: … Jon.

ARCHIVIST: Well... nice to meet you, Jon. Can you tell us what you are? Unless you already told Tim...

TIM: No, I haven’t asked.

BORROWER: I… H-how many questions do I need to answer before you let me go?

ARCHIVIST: Wait what? Tim, what did you tell them?

TIM: What? I di-

[DOOR OPENING AND FOOTSTEPS]

MARTIN: Sorry it took me so long I got held up by Rosie and- why are they on the desk now?

TIM: They asked for it.

Martin: Oh?

BORROWER: Y-you said you would let me go a-after some questions.

ARCHIVIST: Tim?! TIM: Not like that! I said we have some questions and that we would let them go, of course.

ARCHIVIST: Tim you-

MARTIN: Wait guys, let’s back off before they back off the desk.

TIM: Right.

ARCHIVIST: Yeah.

[FOOTSTEPS AND CHAIR SLIDING]

[rebelliouslala]

Left Behind

part five! 1k words (again whoa) :)

series masterlist

Taeil pants, opening his arm out for you. You instinctively move, but you halt. “Taeil! It’s okay—! Why are you doing this?”

“He told me that you died!” Taeil’s voice cracks like glass, and Jungwoo puts his fists up. You recognize his eyes in an instant. “Jungwoo!” He smiles back, giving a little wave, “Hi little star!” You smile wide, and Donghyuck clenches his fists. “Really Taeil? You thought I actually would kill your sister?”

“LOOK WHAT YOU FUCKING DID TO TAEYONG’S FAMILY! YOU THREATENED HIS MOM JUST LIKE JOHNNY!” Taeil yells again, and he moves the shotgun around wildly. Almost like instinct, you go towards Donghyuck, holding his arm as he lays his hand on you as reassurance. “He kills people, Y/N,” Taeil tries to explain, “M-Murdering. . .in cold blood. . .I wanted to have protection for our family. I’m so so sorry Y/N,”

Your brain clicks in.

The fear in Taeil’s eyes. The fear in the cashier’s.

The way people said his name.

His wealth. His power. His fame.

Lee Donghyuck is the leader of Korea’s most powerful mafia.

And you were falling for him.

Donghyuck watches the happiness in your eyes fade. He reaches for you, “Y/N,”

“A-Are you serious?” You whisper to him.

“I. . .” His tongue gets stuck in his throat. He wished he could tell you, tell you how much he was sorry. But his voice grew weak.

You move slowly to Taeil, and hug his waist. Donghyuck puts his hands up, and looks down. He had no one else to blame.

However, the groan of Taeil causes Donghyuck to look up, gasping at the sight of Taeil on the floor, groaning and holding his stomach. You hold the shotgun now, aiming at Jungwoo. “Y/N! S-star!” He tries to stutter, and you shove the gun in his face.

Donghyuck tries to move, his heart relieved but you aim it back at him, “Don’t move.”

“Y/N. . .what the fuck are you doing. . .” Taeil tries to get up.

You didn’t know really. It’s crazy how you went from scared to this bad ass bitch. “Haechan,” you breathe out, “L-Let’s go.”

You throw the gun near the door, and you regret it instantly. You and Donghyuck run out the door, and you try to push away everything. You run, faster than you have before, and to where? You don’t even know. All you know is that Donghyuck, the man who lied to your brother is besides you. And your brother is on the floor, groaning in pain.

Donghyuck grabs you as you continue to run, and he looks at you, “Y/N!”

The feelings aren’t gone. It’s inside your head. It’s pounding. Donghyuck holds you close as you pant heavily, your own body shaking. You should be protecting Taeil, not this murderer. Not him. But you throw yourself in his arms, and you sob in his chest.

“Y/N. . .” His hand strokes your hair, and your sobs cease slowly, he sighs. “Why did you do that?” You inhale deeply but shakily, choking on your tears quietly as you stare up at him.

His honey brown eyes. His perfect lips. His suit. His hair. His flawless skin. His kindness. His laugh. His generosity.

Him.

You lean up, closing your eyes, and kiss him, with it, abandoning all thought.

Donghyuck widens his eyes when you do so. This was a first. Usually he made the kiss.

But he relaxes and holds your hips. The one thing that he wanted since he saw you, the one thing that’s been on his mind finally happens. He kisses you back, with more passion, taking control. He pulls away for a moment, and strokes your hair, “You’re crazy, doll.”

You pause, and you widen your eyes. “My brother! Jungwoo! We should go.” You hop into the car, and Donghyuck laughs, getting into the car and quickly starting it. “Your brother is going to kill me.” He mutters, but he looks at you. Your cheeks are all red. He smirks to himself.

That had to be your first kiss.

He pulls out and into the city street with a fluid motion, and you cling onto his arm. “So. . .” He says quietly. Why did he have to be so awkward? He can bed hundreds of women but here, with you, he didn’t know what to do. “You like me?”

You turn to face him, and with a coo you kiss his cheek, laying on his shoulder. “I mean. . .yeah.” You say in a mouse like tone back. Donghyuck’s heart flutters, and he prays that you didn’t hear that. “But why? I just. . .I just told your brother that you died. I lied about who I was!” He stops at a red light, and gulps, “How do you know I’m not driving you to your own death?”

Silence covers you both like a blanket, and you lean back, the light turning green, and Donghyuck continues to drive.

“Our godmother, Taeil and I, told us something I don’t think I’ll ever forget. ‘Love is a fickle thing. There’s not an easy way around it, because you both want to plant a rose bush. Someone needs to make sure there’s light for it. Someone needs to make sure there’s water. As long as you both work together, you won’t be pricked by it’s thorns.’”

Donghyuck looks at you, and you wipe a quick tear off your eye. “You helped me. It was for a price, but I was willing to pay. And I still am. I don’t know much about you, besides the fact that your own smile lights up the sky; but I know you don’t want to hurt anyone. You kept your promise, and I really appreciate it.”

You turn to him, and this time you don’t kiss him.

He kisses you.

The car was wrecked, Jungwoo’s parking skills -and the fact Taeil freaked out and screamed at him- weren’t great at the mall.

Now they drove a van with no GPS so where was his sister and Donghyuck? Neither of them fucking knew. Taeil looks at your ring. What happened to you? Did he drug you?

“Taeil hyung—,”

“I’m going to kill him.” Taeil announces, and he puts on a grave face. “I’m going to save my sister. I’m going to make sure that the bastard dies, and that his business goes down. No more dying. I’m taking it over.”

“Yeah but—,” Jungwoo starts. “Who cares about Donghyuck’s assistants? I’ll kill them too.”

Jungwoo gulps, as he turns to his coworker, the man who he had grown up with. “Okay,” he murmurs quietly, and drives faster to God knows where.

[wocfics]

A Little Caught Up (Part 1)

Masterlist

Namjoon x POC Reader

Idol!Namjoon x Reader

Word Count: 1k+

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut

Warnings: Fluff in this part.

  Part I - Part II - Part III - Part IV - Part V

Summary: Y/N is on vacation in California with her friends, hotel parties and checking out what California has to offer before she makes the decision to move there. She loves BTS so she’s in shock that they are in the same hotel building together but of course on different floors. He’s the floor above her. They meet at the bar in the late night hours and one drink leads to many which then leads to other things. With him being an Idol and her being a regular girl, they don’t think about the consequences that night and how much their lives will change afterwards.

“So we moved your hotel room to the 4th floor instead of the 5th since that entire floor will be occupied for the remainder of the week…” The front desk receptionist continued to explain as Y/N and her friends checked in. It was better for all of them to have separate rooms but remain on the same floor but now they would be doors apart instead right next to each other as planned. Y/N was finally doing it, finally traveling like she planned on. Yeah she was 24 and to most people, she started a little late but it was better than never. She had no kids, a good paying job and was single for the last five years so it was perfect. She had also decided that if California was worth it, she’d move out there, permanently. Now at first her parents weren't very supportive about her moving so far away. California was too far from New Jersey, pretty much on the other side of the country but she didn’t care. She was the type of person that knew what she wanted and went for it, no matter the consequences, she’d deal with that later.

California was the place where people make dreams happen and that’s exactly why she chose there. Yeah, cliche, but it didn’t hurt to try especially for a makeup artist. Leaning on the receptionist desk while digging through her small wallet with freshly white polished manicured fingernails, she pulled out her credit card and handed it to the woman behind the desk. Once her new room key was in her hand, she chewed on her plump bottom lip and cleared her throat. “Who exactly is on the 5th floor now?” She asked, tucking back a curl that tickled her forehead. The woman glanced around and leaned forward, a smile growing on her lips as she whispered. “BTS, you know the Kpop boy group from South Korea? They’re here for a concert but don’t tell anyone else. I could get into trouble.” Y/N could tell she was a major fan just by the way she talked about them. Nodding, she took her card back and made her way back over to her two friends where they waited by the elevators with her bags. Taking her two suitcases from them, they boarded the elevator to their new designated floors and rooms.

Y/N was a BTS fan as well, but she didn’t let people see it. Of course she loved them after she had gotten into them 2 years ago thanks to her best friend, so hell yeah she was more than shook that she was sharing a hotel with them? Of course, Y/N being Y/N spilled the secret to her two friends when they asked what she was smiling about. “Guess who’s on the floor above us? BTS..” She whispered the last part and both of their eyes went wide before she put a finger to her mouth, telling them to be quiet. “Are you serious? Look at the luck we have! This never leaves this hotel room.” Y/F/N responded. They swore on it and with that, descended to their rooms.

*************************************************************************************

A few hours later and a shower later, Y/N got ready to go to the hotel’s bar/casino. Her medium brown skin was sprinkled with a little golden glitter, a little black dress that was form fitting, the sleeves were long and  the neckline was straight across, showing off her shoulders. Her curls sat on top of her head in a neat but messy bun with a few coils loose and she paired her outfit with a pair of black booties. She never dressed like this, she was more of a shirt and jeans kind of girl and when it came to shoes? She never reached for heels, barely able to walk in them but if she was going somewhere that required them, she wasn’t about to let herself fall. Applying a deep red liquid lipstick to her full lips, she looked over herself in the mirror for a quick glance before the body dysmorphia set in and sent a quick text to her friends that she was on her way out of her room and towards the elevator.

Waiting in the elevator, she watched the numbers go down and then stop at her floor...what she didn’t realize was that there were a group of boys on the elevator. BTS to be exact and she just stared as they looked back at her. Holy shit. She felt naked all of a sudden by the way some of them visibly gulped while quickly scanning over her dress. “Um...sorry I’ll take the next one-” One of them cut her off. “It’s okay, you can come in, we’re heading downstairs too.” Namjoon spoke and smiled a cute dimpled smile. Nodding, she finally moved onto the elevator and pressed the button to close the door, keeping her eyes down at the floor. “You look pretty.” Jin spoke up and Jungkook elbowed him. Glancing up at him, she gave him a small smile and nodded, quickly replying with a “Thank you.” Before looking back down at the floor. Of course she could feel their eyes on her, watching her and it felt like the elevator was moving extremely slow at that point. Once the doors opened, she let out the breath she didn’t realize she was holding and quickly made her way out of there before she could do something embarrassing and walked relatively fast towards the lobby until she met up with her friends, not saying a single word of what just happened, or rather what didn’t happen in the elevator.

They decided on catching an Uber to a night club and Y/N knew that meant her friends would be completely wasted and she had to make sure they got back to the hotel good which meant she couldn’t really drink. The night went on pretty late, they club hopped and Y/N had a few drinks but not enough to make herself intoxicated like her friends. She danced all night until 3 am and until Y/F/N was in the bathroom with her head in the toilet. After helping her with her other friend’s help of course, they all managed to make it back to the hotel and they went up to their room, while Y/N dug around in her small clutch for her room key. Looking up, she noticed they got on the elevator without waiting for her and she rolled her eyes, and made her way to the bar of the hotel in the back. There were a few people in there, mostly older people and that’s when she saw them. BTS, once again. They looked like they just finished practice from the way they were dressed and sitting at a table, eating. Quickly making her way over to the bar, she ordered a vodka and cranberry, sitting down on the bar stool and rolled her ankles from how sore they were from wearing the heels. Her phone was on red, so she sent her friends a quick message, letting them know she was going to be up soon and flipped her phone over on the bar and began sipping away at her drink, finally able to relax.

“Hi.” Came a deep voice and she nearly jumped out of her skin before looking to the right of her and seeing...Namjoon. She blinked a few times and looked around before looking at him. DO NOT FANGIRL Y/N. “Oh...hello.” She whispered and went back to drinking her drink, waving at the bartender for another one. There was no way he was talking to her. Her heart beat 10 times faster than normal. “Here, I’ll buy your drinks for you.” He sat down at the bar. So this was really happening. She looked over at him and smiled. “Thank you...I-I appreciate it. Thank you.” She repeated and closed her eyes before turning back to the bar. He gave her that smile again. Those fucking dimples were killing her, even in person. “I never got your name on the elevator earlier. Sorry if you scared you.” His English was so perfect and that voice! “It’s okay, you didn’t scare me I just didn’t want you guys to be uncomfortable and think I was some crazy fangirl or something. I’m Y/N.” She looked down at his outstretched hand and quickly grabbed it, his hand was soft. Strong but soft. “Y/N. That’s a pretty name or a pretty girl.” Oh shit he was doing it, he was flirting. She blinked a few times before pulling her hand away and chewing on her bottom lip.

She could see his eyes flicker down to her lips before meeting her eyes again. He ordered two drinks for them and that’s when the conversation started. Anyone could feel the chemistry between them, it was obvious but Kim Namjoon? She never thought in her entire life that he would talk to a regular girl like her. Y/N couldn’t believe this was happening but what was more surprising was how easily she was talking to him. It had to be at least 4:30 a.m when they were both a little tipsy and taking another shot. “So I’m your bias and Yoongi is your...wrecker? He’s gonna love hearing that. He’s gonna be jealous.” He kept that smile on his face. 50% of it was definitely from the alcohol and she could tell from how flushed he is now. Her phone long died but she didn’t care, they were just staring at each other every now and then and lightly touching hands before he bit down on his lip and glanced around before looking at her. “What’s your room number? I’ll sneak by a little later if you want. Just to talk…” Yeah fucing right. She knew he wanted to do more than just talk but why not? She had been paying babysitter all night anyways and this is the most she’s let loose in a long time. Holding her hand out for his phone, she quickly put in her number and sent a text to her phone with her room number and floor and handed it back to him. “I should get going. It was nice talking to you. I’m gonna go shower now..” She stood up, taking off her heeld and holding them in her hand and waved at him before moving towards the elevator, stumbling a little and making her way up to her room. This is really fucking happening!

[thefeelszone]

1k writing project, day 1: Lup and Lucretia do a rescue.

Everyday for five days: A mini-fic about two characters I wish had more time building their friendship. 

Then on the weekend I’ll do two based on characters/prompts requested by you so send those in!

Fic below the cut! 

It was a weird world, that’s for sure.

The locals darted around the team as if they were powerful gods, running out of their path to stare from the sidelines. They didn’t seem to be threats though, so after a few days of this, the group began to split off. Eventually the light of creation fell, and not to far from the town they were staying in.

“Lucretia and I got it.” Lup informed the others when they regrouped to formulate a plan. “We’ll be back in a day or two. It’s stupid easy this time around.”

“I can go too.” Taako said, starting to stand.

“Bro, I love you to death and you know that, but I swear to the gods give us some time away from this sausage-fest. I had to suffer as the only female not only in our own group, but the entire WORLD last year, and I need me some girl time.”

Lucretia frowned “I am still so sorry about that, Lup. If I had known what ink was made of in that world I wouldn't have ever-”

“Luce. It’s sooooo not your fault.” Lup assured her. She turned back to the guys “See ya soon, we got a light of creation to find.”

The girls left the Starblaster and rented a couple horses in town before heading off in the direction of the light.

“I really am sorry for dying so soon last year.” Lucretia said after a while.

“Girl. Luce. friend. Remember when Mango and I died because we wanted to know what lava felt like and we fucking fell in? It’s not the end of the world- well it kinda is but- it’s no big.”

Lucretia nodded, accepting that answer. She still felt a little guilty, she always did when she died, but at least Lup didn’t blame her.

“So because all is forgiven… What the hell happened to my notebooks?”

Lup laughed “We kept record for you.”

“Is that what you call ten pages of notes making fun of each other in one book and a stick figure war in the other?” Lucretia teased.

“Hey, not everyone can do your job as you do.” Lup teased back.

The journey was fast and efficient. They arrived back at the Starblaster with the light of creation after sundown the next day. Lup kicked the door in.

“We’re hoooooooooome!”

No answer came back. The ship was unnaturally silent. Lucretia entered behind Lup, carrying the light.

“Maybe they went into town?” Lucretia said.

“Doubt it. At least two people always stay behind.” One to get us out off the world if the others die, one to keep them from being alone. “Hey assholes! You here?”

Lup’s call once again got no answer.

The two went into mission mode, searching for signs of a struggle or anything that could give them hints. Lucretia hid the light of creation in her room before regrouping with Lup.

“There’s no sign of them.” Lucretia said.

“Then we’ll go into town.”

“Shouldn’t one person stay with the ship?”

“I don’t think we should split up, and I can’t die so if worse comes to worse I’ll fly us out as a lich.” Lup packed up supplies and started towards the door. Both girls had one thought on their minds: Find their family.

Lucretia and Lup asked around on foot, showing the drawings Lucretia had done and asking if anyone had seen them. Everyone denied seeing anything of the team since the girls left town. Lup’s grip kept getting tighter on her wand. They were lying, all of them. Covering something up. She should just blast one of their brains in and scare the others into talking.

But she knew she couldn’t do that. They were still people, no matter how cowardly, and Lup didn’t want to cause that kind of damage. So she kept wand at her side and asked another local if they’d seen her family.

They hadn’t.

The sun began to rise and the inhabitants of this world began to head to their homes. Lucretia hadn’t noticed before, but the locals were nocturnal. She could feel herself getting tired, having stayed up all day and night, so she sat on the curb for a short break. Lup sat next to her.

“Five people don’t just vanish.” Lucretia said softly. “We have to be missing something.”

Someone cleared their throat behind them.

“I know where your friends are.”

Lucretia and Lup were up in a second, whirling on the person in front of them.

“Where?” Lucretia asked at the same time as Lup demanded “Spill!”

“I can tell you… for a price.”

“Mmmmm I think the fuck not.” Lup said, pointing her wand at the guy in front of her “How about if you tell us I let you keep all your limbs. Sound fair?”

Lucretia made an ‘eep’ sound and looked at Lup with wide eyes. The local stepped back.

“Sounds fair. Very fair. Heard someone talking on the edge of town about ransom, miss. Said they wanted the ship. Gonna send you a note threatening to kill one of your team everyday you stalled.”

“Edge of town. Where exactly?”

“The northern side. By the lake miss.”

“Thanks.” Lup said with a smile too warm for the situation as she shoved her wand in her robe. “C’mon Luce. Let’s save us some doofuses.”

Lucretia waited until they were far enough away before asking quietly “You weren’t actually going to hurt him, right?”

“Aw hells no.” Lup said, honestly looking a little hurt “I wouldn’t. Not that gruesome anyways. I just… time is of the essence, ya know?”

“Okay. Yeah that makes sense.”

“Good. I’m glad.” She sighed “I’m trying really hard to keep my humanity, ya know? Like we’re basically immortal now and all these people mean nothing to us but… we cannot afford to lose ourselves in it. We’re not gods. We’re lucky. That’s all.” She paused, trying to form her next words in a way that made sense. “I’m glad you’re here, Luce. I don’t think any of us would be as grounded as we are without you. You’re… well you’re a sweetheart. I’m just glad you’re here.”

Lucretia wasn’t sure what to say to that “Thanks, Lup.”

“Don’t mention it.”

They kept walking until they came to the edge of the town. Then they were on the search again, trying to find where their friends were being kept. It was Lucretia who found the abandoned warehouse and called Lup over. They snuck in successfully, not making a single sound. Boxes stacked high to the ceiling, obscuring view and turning the place into a maze.

A ways away, voices could be heard.

“So like are you gonna let us go or am I gonna have to make you regret basically everything? Because I’ll have you know I’m a pretty damn good wizard and-”

“Holy fuck someone shut that one up!”

Lup met Lucretia’s eyes and grinned. Her brother. The others couldn’t be far.

“Okay.” Lup whispered. “Imma make a whole hell of a lot of noise. You get my bro and any of the others here, m’kay?”

“I can do that.”

“Hell yeah. Let’s move out.”

Lucretia made her way a few box stacks forward and to the left before the one they’d been standing by burst into flames.

“Holy hell!” An unfamiliar voice shouted.  

“You’re in sooo much trouble.” Merle’s voice said with a laugh.

As the captors ran after the fire (and another set of boxes ignited) Lucretia made it to the guys. They were tied to each other in a circle, backs facing inwards. Magnus and Merle started to cheer but Lucretia held her finger to her lips to hush them. Quickly she began to untie them. When she was almost done, and the room was starting to fill with a lot of smoke, shouts could be heard.

“I got her!”

“Did it kill her?”

“She looks dea- HOLY FUCK.”

Another stack of boxes went up in flames. The team grinned.

“Let’s go.” Lucretia said.

The team sat at their dining room table. Lup complaining loudly because she wasn’t corporeal and wanted to eat her brother’s cooking.

“Thanks again for saving us.” Barry said.

“It’s not your guys’ faults the only competent ones on this team are the women.” Lucretia said with a smile.

“Damn Luce.” Lup said “that fucking snark. Up high.”

Lup’s hand passed through Lucretia’s when they attempted to high-five.