#cause if i go home im going to be in the exact same situation just

[parasolids]

i am having a genuine core memory type of bad day today like serious SERIOUS things are going down and i missed a flight because genuine life changing events are happening and got put on standby for another which got delayed multiple times til i would’ve missed my connecting flight home and anyways it was overbooked so i didn’t make it on, and then now five hours after they left me at the airport im finally heading home and i was like “well at least i can eat the fries i bought that i didn’t get to eat yesterday” but my useless cousin who has not only been completely useless through this weeks long ordeal but has also been making things worse stepped in and ate the whole giant box of fries cause he “thought we were leaving” even though my mom clearly left half her stuff behind at the house and told him we did not make our flight so she was going to stay in town and try and get me home and also this whole situation (except for the fries) is straight up my fault cause i didn’t wanna get out of bed for 20 minutes when we woke up and like normally this would be fine especially since i went to bed at 2 am packing suitcases and then had to wake up at 7 and also slept super poorly anyways but i still have no self discipline and everything has gone wrong because of that

[artydonsgf]

hello my sweets, as promised, here is first time saying i love you headcanons with art, tashi, and patrick !!

Art Donaldson

- he said it first

- it was the night of your six month anniversary and you were out for dinner

- he kept looking at you all weird and you thought maybe he felt sick so you asked him if he wanted to go home

- he gets even more freaked out and basically shouts that he’s fine

- you hold his hand and ask him what’s the problem so he takes a deep breath

- and says that he loves you

- you both go silent and you’re freaking out cause the boy you’re in love with loves you too and he’s freaking out because you look shocked

- immediately backpedals and explains that you don’t need to say anything back

- you cut him off with a fat kiss to the lips in the middle of fucking applebees and tell him you love him too

- he breaths the biggest sigh of relief and kisses you again

- he tells you after you both calm down that he’s been in love with you since before he started dating you

- he has notes in his phone where he wrote down every time he wanted to say i love you

- they literally date back to your third date. he’s genuinely crazy

- half of them are drunk messages where he’s just ranting about how much he loves you or they’re stone cold sober n he’s talking about “i want to tell her i love her but im gonna look crazy, keep it together art”

- extremely obsessed with saying it to you, says it when he hangs up, when you’re literally just going downstairs to grab something

- loves you with his whole heart n is so excited that he can say it

Tashi Duncan

- you guys say it the same time

- well, you both plan on saying it the same night

- for your 6 month anniversary, she plans an at home dinner where she cooks everything

- it’s a candlelight dinner with the low lighting and romantic music in the back

- you both start to talk at the same time, telling each other there’s something you want to say

- you insist she goes first and with rosy cheeks and a shy smile, she tells you that she loves you

- you laugh out loud n the smile on her face drops

- you’re trying so hard to stop laughing but you’re near tears from how hard you’re laughing

- you’re quick to correct, telling her through laughs that you were literally going to tell her the exact same thing

- she’s giddy, you’re giddy, dinner is basically forgotten

- she slips it into the convo shyly from there on out but slowly says it way more as she falls deeper in love with you

Patrick Zweig

- you said it first

- it was a month in and for some reason, you felt like it was the absolute perfect time

- you’re cuddled up on the couch and it just falls out

- he freezes and you instantly assume you came on way too strong

- he asks you to give him a second because he feels like he’s making this up in his head

- you inform him that no, you love him and you’ve loved him since you met him

- he jumps up (dropping you on the floor in the process) and dances around

- once he regains his senses, he picks you up, kisses you a bunch, and tells you that he loves you too

- he told you he was way too scared to actually say it and thought maybe he was saying it too soon

- turns out you’re both crazy n seem to think saying i love you one month in is totally normal!

- win win situation

- he says it all the time but he also shows you too!

- kisses to the shoulder when he hugs you in greeting, genuine thank yous when you pack him lunch, back massages when you’re tired after a long day of work

i wrote this because i’m crazy n in love with all of them! hope you’re also crazy n in love, enjoy!

[luckylittlelesbian]

absolutely need more of cheerleader and nat 🤭

well you’re in luck! cause i was just daydreaming about them last night 😌

so our girlie moved from overseas (where from? up to u)

why? abusive home life.

she now lives in america with someone from her extended family. older cousin? aunt? family friend? (undecided) probably still not the best situation but it's a lot better than what she had back at home

one night she’s driving home from the shop and she sees nat just walking on the side walk

it’s quite cold outside and nat is wearing only a tank top and ripped jeans

she doesn’t recognise nat at first but once she gets closer she’s like omg i know this girl

so she slows down the car, turns down the music and rolls down the window

she’s like “nat?" still a little anxious that it might not even be her. but luckily it is "what are you doing?”

and nat faces this dilemma of like. oh it’s her. but also like she's in one of those moods where she wants to be left alone. plus she's a little prideful and doesn't really want to be seen like this. so she doesn’t really respond much and if she does it’s very short, snappy and monotone.

girlie keeps trying tho.

nat keeps walking and she keeps driving slowly next to her

“where are you going?”

“do u need a ride?”

“it’s cold, come on. let me give you a ride.”

“you shouldn’t be walking around at night, it’s not safe.”

“what are you gonna do? kidnap me?” nat eventually responds

the cheerleader kinda falters for a second but then she’s like “well, im not the one making it not safe.”

nat doesn’t say anything

“but you know what? yes, this is a kidnapping. get in”

that makes nat laugh a little

eventually she accepts that this girl just isn't going to give up so she gets in the car.

it quickly becomes obvious that there isn't really a destination in nat's mind.

they dont really get too into it but nat’s mood and just like so much about this situation is all too familiar to the cheerleader and she feels like she gets what’s going on without even really having to ask

she remembers the countless times she was in the exact same situation. mindlessly wandering around, whether during the day or during the night just to avoid having to be at home.

she is right to assume that nat just doesn’t want to be at home right now and she doesn’t really have anywhere else to go

and i think it's in this moment that nat finally gets that vibe from her as well

because she gets it. she sees that she understands. and she wouldn't have understood unless she felt it before too

like they both have that - she gets it moment

and they finally find something they have in common

[isekaisyouwithmyforearmlaser]

Hi. hate to be posting another donation post but im in a bad place. please only help if you can if you cant thats ok obviously im just at a point where im exhausting every outlet i have to get help.

cashapp is $pikman2, paypal is taylor.l.lockrem@gmail.com, my venmo is @funkymuscle

TLDR im poor and raise my little sister alone and my car broke down and im sick with strep throat and i have no way to get to my second job (my first job is doordashing so im out of half of my income entirely) and i am broke as fuck rn. im really just pressed about rent cause i need to keep a roof over my head and i can go without electricity /water if it comes down to it. i have food with assistance but no toilet paper so we are using pillow cases that i wash rn. literally any little bit helps. my rent is 1,300 , my electric is behind so its at a total of 600, and i already got "assistance" with that.

more context: my mother and father are dirt poor/out of the picture/unwilling to help, i raise my little sister alone and i already have a really hard time asking for help cause i am like hyperindependent but i lost my sales job because 1. sales sucks and also 2. my boss made a "work meeting" at a bar mandatory and ended up cornering me and stealing my phone, hr didnt care, and the situation was more complex than that but i clearly dont work there anymore. im a CNA now but cant do full time until my little sister is out of school for the summer which is at the end of this month. i start my 12 hr shifts from the 9th of june onwards but for now have part time hours and i doordash to make ip the difference. my car is totally beyond repair, ive had it since i graduated in 2017 and every 1 problem requires you to fix 4 other problems. literally if i had a car none of this would be a problem cause im this close to finally catching up on my bills, but alas. im also very sick rn like my throat feels like i gargled on a bag of rocks. i dont have insurance which isnt a surprise to anyone. im pretty much estranged from the rest of my family because theyre all super political and of course towards the right so me existing is like their least favorite thing.

i CAN take the bus TO work, but id have to walk 2 hours home, alongside a highway that crosses the mississippi that someone got beheaded on last year trying to do the exact same thing. i think im different though and nothing bad would happen to me so thats my current plan. i have no way to get my little sister to school and the school doesnt provide busing at all for where we live.

again, any little bit helps. even 10 dollars i can at least get medicine. thank you

[thegoober010]

HELLO! PAW PRINT ANON IS BACK!

I ABSOLUTELY ADORED THE ONESHOT!!! IM GOING INSANE ITS SO GOOD!!!

I have a bit of a different request this time! (It’s not Mettaton, I know, shocking.)

Could you do some Sans x reader headcanons? Preferably hurt/comfort if thats alright :33

IF IM SENDING TOO MANY REQUESTS PLEASEEE DO SAY SO!! I DONT WANNA OVERWORK YOU!!!

-🐾

AAAAAA IM SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT <333!!!

AND ITS TOTALLY FINE PAW PRINT ANON MWEHEHHE DW I LOVE DOING REQUESTS <333!!! AND OMG ITS NOTR METTATON RELATED!!!?!??!? shocking!!! absolutely BAFFLING!!

JKJK LMAO OFC I CAN DO THIS :)!! IT WOULD BE HELPFUL FOR NESXT TIME BTW LIKE WHAT TYPE OF HURT LIKE IF THE READER GOT INTO A FIGHT WITH THEM OR MAYBE THEY NEED COMFORT AFTER A BREAKUP OR IF THEY NEED COMFORT AFTER RELAPSING, AN ED, OR SUM THATD BE HELPFUL FOR NEXT TIME BTW <33!! IMA JUST DO IT THAT THEY HAD A BAD DAY AT WORK TODAY THE READER WORKS AT LIKE GRILBYS OR SUM TEEHEE

SANS X READER HERE WE GOOO 🗣🗣🗣

TW/CW -> None really- Just a depressed reader!

word count -> 1k/1164! I didnt write as much on this post sorry!! im pretty tired rn its 1:15 am where im at rn LMAOOO

"Are you alright?"

Fuck your life, you just came back to the house after a long, grueling, shitty shift. You were so tired you almost collapsed onto the snow before you even made it home. You just wished it was peaceful for once, that you didn't feel burnt out, overwhelmed all the time, you just wanted to sleep and never wake up, maybe then you wouldn't feel so tired. As you opened the door you placed your bag on the couch and made your way to San's room, who was not only your best friend but your boyfriend as well. He always helped you, even though you didn't particularly enjoy talking about your feelings to him especially on nights like this he was always there for you, always making sure you were okay and took care of yourself and had a good rest after these long days. You mumbled to yourself as you opened the door to his room until you realized. "Fuck he's not here." You grumbled. You rubbed your temple as you sat on his bed, you were stressed and you needed him. Why can't he just be there for you? Why does he always have to be off somewhere else and then appear late whenever you need him. It pissed you off even more, you knew you were thinking irrationally, he was always there for you it's only a few times where he can't be and is busy, you were just too stressed to think properly though, too stressed to even think about anything else besides how badly you just need someone to help you out right now. You crawled on top of his bed, covering yourself with the blanket. The shift was honestly terrible, many customers were overly rude at Grilby's today, mostly newcomers, and it was so damn busy you couldn't really do much about those people/monsters, you were so frustrated by all the orders and all the insults thrown your way, in fact you got way less tips than usual which caused you to be even more upset, money wasn't much of a problem but come on! Tears swelled up in your eyes from all the built up frustration from not just this shift, but all the past shifts that were almost the exact same situation, you hated working on those days and how underemployed that place was because you had to work twice as hard due to that as well.

After a good 10 minutes of you laying on the bed, muttering to yourself about all the stuff that happened and about how much you just needed someone for once and crying silently, you heard the door creak open. You wiped away your tears quickly with the blanket, shifting slightly and pretending to fall asleep. You knew it was sans and if he sees you like this he'd ask, and you don't want to bother him with any of your problems. "I know you're not asleep." Sans said walking up to you, he sat on the bed near you. "What happened?" he asked. You let out a sigh as you hugged the blanket tighter. "I don't want to talk about it." You grumbled, your tone annoyed with a hint of sadness. Sans stared at you for a bit before fixing your hair. "Are you sure? I mean you've been coming home more upset than usual, is work alright? Anything happening?" Sans questioned, his tone of voice growing more concerned. You furrowed your brows as you could feel the corners of your eyes sweet up with tears once more. You covered yourself with the blanket, not even daring to look at Sans. "Stop it, just STOP. I told you I'm fine! You don't have to pry into every little detail of my life I just want you here with me I don't want you digging into this I told you I'm fine, I just wanted you here with me, fuck." you yelled at first, calming your voice down as to not wake up Papyrus and to try to calm yourself down. Your voice cracks, you didn't really mean to come off as rude, you're just tired, you don't want him to get worried or to try and fix your problems, you just want him there with you, to give you a hug or just give you comforting words, you don't want him prying too much into this, you don't want him getting worried.

Sans seemed taken aback by your remark. He stayed quiet for a bit before nodding, he understood how you felt. Everyone has different ways they deal with this situation and how they want others to react, some want others to pry into their life and try to help solve their problems, others just want them to be there with them during this but not get too involved in the situation and many other things, everyone reacts differently to this much stress. Of course he was a bit shocked and to be honest a little hurt by your words but he knows you're just stressed and don't mean to be rude. He truly does understand, he knows how you feel, so he will be there for you. "You're obviously not fine, but I understand you don't want me to be involved in the situation, you just want me to be there for you, I understand." Sans replied, he gave you a comforting pat on the shoulder before laying with you on the bed. He let out a long sigh as he crossed his arms behind his head. "Take some deep breathes, that usually helps with stress, and make sure to sleep well." Sans said, you nodded. "Come on, let's take a few deep breathes." Sans said, you rolled your eyes but it does usually help. You did as he said and took a few small and quick deep breathes, trying to make the tension in your body disappear and just try to relax. "Feeling any better?" Sans asked, you shook your head no which caused him to chuckle a bit. "Yeah I kinda thought so. Deep breathes won't immediately make you feel bette but it helps with tension, for now just rest, cry if you want, I'm here for you alright... I won't judge you for being emotional okay. I love you too much for that." Sans said giving a reassuring hand on your shoulder. You nodded, you turned your head to face him and give him a small smile. "I appreciate that.." you muttered, he gives you a quick nod. "No need to do that, just rest, I'm here for you. No matter what happens remember that okay, I'll always be here for you." Sans replied, he wrapped an arms around you, pulling you closer. You let out a soft sigh as you moved closer to him, you closed your tired eyes and felt yourself slowly start to fall asleep in his arms. He kept his arm wrapped around you and watched you slowly fall asleep.

"Sleep well, I'm here, okay."

[blkkizzat]

They sent you an exact summary pretty much, like exactly the same. Tbf the person who posted it also got called out for plagiarizing the concept from a VERYYYYY popular jjk writer who said they don't want to get involved with all the nonsense and doesn't want anyone sending their name on other blogs due to plagiarism. The person who posted the oneshot is also a minor btw so (Also they didn't indicate they were a minor anywhere in the post so i fucking read it and wanna die I am NOT a minor, I just saw the drama in the replies on the post and came here.)

lmfao ngl im exhausted just reading all that. and thats horrible, sorry u had to read smut from a minor. urgh so cringe.

but idk anything about that situation so if i can't personally verify it them imma just pay it. i dont want u to mention the person and go against their wishes but im not accusing anyone of anything i can't personally verify.

lol especially if its just over a concept. cause no tea, no shade a lot of the shorter more smut focused content on here has no real plot beyond a single-scenario of "fucking jjk men in the car" or "making you squirt for the first time". "watching you from home security footage" falls in that category too tbh. (again nothing wrong with those concepts but its wild to get upset if someone else writes about them too).

lord knows i wouldn't be writing shit if we all got to call dibs when it comes to generic concepts like ghostface, plugs, virgins, loser men, etc. all things i believe i wrote uniquely enough about to make my own but im not the first to think of those generic concepts in the fandom by a LONG shot.

thats why i think its important to always put your own flare on things. however i get thats not always possible when it's more single-scenario driven then a developed plot but thats exactly why y'all need to give each other much more grace about these things on this app.

its not worth the drama :/

[mayg-b]

@sbk-zgvlt @psycheprincess

Chapter 3

First meeting

 

Sebek quietly looked at the silver haired boy in front of him, trying to not to wake him up ended with failure and now the boy was looking at him with the most innocent eyes every known to man-kind

 

 

And sebek?

 

He was mentally panicking inside

 

'how did this even happened?!'

 

a little while ago

 

İt has been three day since Sebek woke up sick, and tired despite being knocked out. And he spent these 3 days, trying to accept the fact that this is in fact, very much real and not a dream

(Maybe he is a bit embarrassed for taking 3 days to put himself together for someone his age, but the situation isnt your everyday problem okay!?)

 

Sebek sighed as he looked up to the covered potrait

'Lay in bed for three days and boredom gets you, I guess'

 

Sebek, finally deciding he had enough, got out from the bed and  out of the room, only to be stopped by the guards near his door.

"Young master, you should be resting in bed as the doctor said so, please get back"

 

Sebek looked at the guards and he really didn't felt like fighting so he went back in. But it didn't meant he would just lay around. 

 

That leaded him, breaking out from the balcony with a makeshift rope. 

 

Avoiding the place he fell into water, as there were a lot of guards and investigation, he went away from the mansion somehow without being seen

'That was an actual killing attempt....it somehow feels Familiar but I'm pretty sure Sebek of the book did not lived this, maybe because...'

 

While thinking about what the cause may be, sebek did not notice he went into the woods

 

He woke up from his train of thoughts once a acorn fell in front of his feet, looking up sebek spotted a squirrel looking at him 

 

'It looks just like my toy back at home..'

 

THe squirrel started to get away quickly, making sebek follow it.

 

Sebek wasn't looking where he was going, his eyes was locked on the squirrel so he won't lose it but till he trips on something and fells to the ground

"AAH-!?"

"OUF....."

sebek looked behind him and his blood froze as he saw a silver haired boy sleeping, he knew who it was. He knew where he were

 

A forest

 

Silver hair

 

Animals all around

 

Only one person this little boy can be 

 

Silver Vanrouge A.K.A the main protagonist 

 

Quietly trying to get up while hoping that already tripping on him did not woke the boy up, Sebek stood up awkwardly. 

 

....

 

 

Well it ended with failure when he saw the most innocent eyes known to man-kind looking at him curiously.

 

 

Boy opened his mouth

"Hi?"

 

Sebek, who was panicking mentally, did one of the most unlogical thing to do-

 

"HI, IM SORRY!! BYE!!

 

and he left, running, not once stopping till he went to mansion

 

Sebek didn't even knew how he managed to get way back up, considering he ran for quite a while.....

 

But it wasn't his current problem either. He was busy eating himself over the fact that he did one of the most stupid things.

 

'why did I ran away like that?! Now he will think I wanted to hurt him- AHHHHG! IDIOT ME-'

 

While thinking about Silver, Sebek finally remembered something.

 

'! The assassination attempt! It was exact same thing that happened to silver when he was playing near the river!-'

he got up from his bed

 

"Why-! Why is it happening to me!?"

 

End of chapter 3

 

Here is chapter 3, hope you like it everyone 😊

[eddie-redcliff]

okay potential mash fic, right? just spitballing ideas here So s1-3 hawkeye and trapper are very much dating and trapper and louise have a very open, very bisexual marrige going on. Trapper talks about hawkeye all the time in his letters and louise is like "im just gonna write to this guy myself" and she and hawkeye start exchanging letters, and probably write to each other more than louise and trapper do cause trappers ass keeps starting letters and never actually sending them cause he gets distracted. anyways the important point is that louise and hawkeye become pretty good friends and she's like fully accepted him as Part of This Relationship. Fast forwards trapper goes home and BJ shows up at the 4077. BJ of course is thrilled when the first letters come in from Peg, and in the early days he talks about her to hawkeye a lot, like how me misses her, and how he worries she'll be lonely without him, ect. Hawkeye, wanting to be a good friend is like "yeah okay i can see that her husband being away is hard on her. so he sends a letter to his bestie louise like "hey i know a girl who is in a simular/exact fucking same situation that you were in would you mind getting in contact with her and idk helping her through that as someone who can sympathize?" and this is where the miscommunication starts. because louise, bisexual wife of hawkeyes "best friend", gets introducted to the wife of hawkeyes new "best friend" and is like "ah, clearly the polycule is growing"

so louise and peg start writing back and forth, and then start calling, and they only really talk about their husbands on the first few letters, cause after that it's just flirting with each other. peg does mention that BJ wont shut up about hawkeye and louise is like "yeah i know how that feels, i feel like i knew that guy before we even started talking to each other" which convinces peg to send the occasional letter to hawk as well. so now we have: hawkeye who is dating trapper who is married to louise who is dating peg who is married to BJ (though the two "dating" branches here are long distance) you may notice that this is not a closed circle. That is because BJ, in korea, is still in his denial era, and Hawkeye, being very respectful of BJ's marrige and heterosexuality, is quietly pining. BUT everyone else in the polycule thinks that Beejhawk is happening. Becuase they are only able to communicate through letters and phone calls under the careful eyes and ears of the US army. So back in america they are getting letters like "dear peg hawkeye compared me to trapper again today. said i'm "same shape, same size" and such and trapper, louise, and peg, are all under the assumption that bj and hawkeye are in a relationship as well, and are communicating it as best they can to get around the censors. but actually they are just like that. Okay it's late and im loosing track of my train of thought so final notes: - at one point for whatever reason the two families get together and send hawkeye a picture of them all. hawkeye tapes a picture of him and BJ to it and puts it up next to the still. he shows is off to BJ like "look, all our favorite people togehter" and BJ is like "yeah exept i have no idea who those people (the macentyres) are" and hawek is like "that's trapper and his family" and BJ nearly goes blind with whatever emotion it is he's always feeling when trapper is mentioned. all his can articulate is "why is he standing next to my wife??" okay speep time for me

[lemontongues]

i think this restringing is gonna physically kill me lmao, whining below the cut

so. last spring, after my mom stopped doing the restringings because of her hand pain and before i offered to learn how to do the restringings because the people we were trying to send them to kept taking forever and doing shitass jobs, a woman brought in a strand of garnet beads that she wanted restrung.

the beads are cheap and shitty. like, you can get a similar size and quantity of garnet beads on etsy for 20-40 bucks. garnets arent generally that expensive and these arent particularly special in any way.

so for some reason, the person we sent the restringing to last spring took like. literal months to do it. and also she did an absolute shitass job. she used a thread that was completely the wrong size, way too thin, so

a) it fucking broke again in like four months, Obviously, and

b) cutting the fucking thing apart took me literally like 45 minutes because i kept having to stop to try to hold the thread in exactly the right way while cutting it, and when i failed i had to sit there and try to gently poke the knot that had gotten stuck inside the bead back out with a needle, because this lady somehow managed to pick the exact thread weight that would cause the knots to be too small to keep the beads in place, but just large enough to get stuck halfway through the fucking beads. incredible.

so anyway. we get this thing back. the lady is obviously mad about it. my aunt writes "ASAP" on the job and then holds onto it for a week. off to a great start.

then we have the little adventure with cutting it apart, which. mostly works. three of the beads end up with thread stuck in them so bad that i cant get it out no matter what i try jabbing through the beads. i break the nice needlenose tweezers that were apparently my grandpa's while trying.

take the three beads back into the store. give them to the jeweler in the morning so he can try drilling the thread out of them. he ignores them all day, then as we're standing there waiting to go home, he finally decides to try drilling them. starts on one. instantly breaks it. subsequently realizes maybe he should have tried soaking them in acetone first.

so he and my aunt both freak out and start talking about having the jeweler stop at a jewel cutter on his way to work the next morning to get someone to hand cut a matching bead for this fucking $40 strand of garnets

i go home, talk to my mom about it, she's a sane human being and just buys a strand of garnet beads in the same size and cut from one of our vendors. cool.

that all happened on wednesday. no further chaos yesterday.

today, the lady calls to ask what's up with them. we fudge the situation so she doesnt flip her shit on us because according to my aunt she's being incredibly high strung about the whole thing, which i believe because the stupid thing only got here like 2 weeks ago and she's already calling us to ask about it

my mom points out that even though we're missing some beads, i could start working on the other side of the necklace while we wait for the replacements to come in. im like oh okay thats a good idea!

come home. get my thread ready. the strand has these 5 weird and ugly gold foil-wrapped garnet beads in the middle, and im like 99% sure that two of the beads i cant use came from the right side and 1 came from the left. i decide to count the beads off to make sure the gold ones end up in the middle.

i count out 24 beads from each side.

there are four beads leftover on the left side of the strand.

please just kill me

[reddthekingg]

mmmm I havent been able to write much more so have another chunk from chapter one!! I need to solidify the story before I start posting, and I havent even planned out the rest of chapter one :')

Beep beep beep!  

The blaring sound of his alarm clock caused Will to jolt upwards from his sleeping position. The swiftness of the movement made him bash his head against the headboard. Scowling, he smacked the alarm clock on his bedside table. 

A dream, he thought as he dragged his body out of bed, of course it had been a dream. It’s the same one you’ve been having for months. 

Running a hand through his hair, Will sighed. He’d been having that dream a lot lately. Not that exact one, of course, but whenever sleep took him under, he always ended up back on that emerald hill, with a mysterious (But very familiar to Will) person standing there. He wasn’t complaining, of course, he just wished it were reality instead of a wistful fantasy. 

Looking back at his clock, it was 7 am, and the crisp morning air wafted in through his open window. It was mid-August, the summer warmth still ever present within their small town. Of course, this time of year only meant one thing for Will and his friends – along with anyone else attending school – summer break was over, and it was time to return to school.  No one enjoyed going back to school, and if they did, they were promptly thought to be insane. 

But for Will, he didn’t enjoy being anywhere, home or school. His home life had improved since Lonnie left, sure, but it still wasn’t the best. His mom was almost never home, but he didn’t blame her. Without Lonnie to support them financially, Joyce had to take another job to earn enough.   But school was shit, too. He got picked on constantly and didn’t have many friends left. Not to mention... the obvious. That whole situation made things especially bad for him. 

hope yall are enjoying this! I really hope I dont get writers block and abandon the story, I swear im trying

[cherrydippedkisses]

i got my heart broken by someone i trusted more than imagined i cold possibly trust someone, ever. i don't know how it happened, but i thought he would always be there for me, the exact same way he was when we first fell in love. it feels like i jumped from a very high building, thinking he wouldn't get his hands off the rope that was attached to me and keeping me from dying. no matter how hard i want that to no be true, he let me fall. i'm still here but im barely making it. its been months and he doesn't regret it. the only thing that changes is he likes me less and less. i can see it cause i can't stop texting him and through the messages i see he doesn't care the way used to. he doesn't have the courage to block me, even tought i sometimes panic saying things to try and hurt him the way he did to me, i think he's just afraid of something bad happening to me.

when we first started talking i said to him everything my ex complained, and he made me feel like it was okay to be unapologetically me. i heard pov from ariana and it didn't related to my other ex, but him.. i felt that he loved me for all of my pretty and all of my ugly too. but things starded to go to more of a last time by taylor swift kinda of stuation. he started to be disinterested, and i trusted him when he said he was to busy to spend time w me, but then for his friends time would suddenly show up (some of the friends that really hurt me and he knew) and then i went to being the person who made him feel good, to the one who doesn't let him be happy.

i know that no matter how much i try i can't change reality, but i can't stop dreaming of him. life really lost all it's meaning and the faith i put in him is now nowhere to be found. love doesn't seem so great anymore. but i can't be alone. and the new sza album really hits hard . it really is so embarrassing all of the love i seek living inside of me.

i vented to you because no one in my life seems to relate to me, and also, to avoid gossip we told the breakup was mutual and i didn't get dumped. what our situation has in common is that we feel hurt by people who don't love us back and we don't want to feel that never again, and what better way to do it than never loving someone? even tough i relate to it, i don't think it's the better way to live life, and i am in the process of letting me love again. i saw your post just after seing a tiktok of a scene from the home alone 2 film . you can find it by looking for @xslaid or "the man i loved fell out of love with me". it's simple but i felt very moved by what he said and i hope you do too. you know the whole thing of treat yourself like you would a friend? we don't know each other tho, but i would advise you to let yourself love and be loved. cause you deserve it. i don't have anything else to convince you to follow it, cause again, i too am in the process of believing in it. i hope we can do it together. you're not alone, and seeing you complain made me feel less bad, thank you.

omg u sweet angel. thank you for this message. will definitely take all of your words into consideration; and here’s me letting you know you aren’t alone when it comes to this. I’m sending you so much healing and love to get through this, and here’s to me hoping I can heal and move on the way I need to. I find comfort in knowing I’m not the only one dealing with these feelings to the extent that I am. thank you <3

[finnspace]

Vent post- jakob if you see this..go away >:T

For some reason when I’m happy for someone I get sad. Not all the time but with certain situations and then I feel bad. Like I get jealous of certin things. Why do my friends who are adopted have ways to reach out to their moms and dads and I don’t? Why do other trans kids get to go on hormones but my parents won’t let me? It’s so easy t act like that doesn’t effect me but it does. And it makes me mad, not at them but it just causes anger. Like 3 people Ik are already going on testosterone after coming out like 4 months ago. I’ve been out for 3/4 years and my parents wont even talk about it with me or just say they’re scared and then forget abt it. My bf knows almost the exact l address of we’re his mom lives and all I have some shitty Facebook message my mom read once and deleted. I know it’s not true but sometimes I just get mad and think “it’s not fair” even though that’s not how it works. I hate it so much. I hate that I get mad and jealous and then I feel so bad about it even though I can’t control those things/feelings.

Also race dysphoria. I’m Asian American but I’m adopted and my parents are both white asf. A lot of the time I feel like I’m not “white enough” or I’m not “Asian enough” I don’t like my skin color sometimes. Or the shape of my eyes, or how other Asian kids at my school are able to talk abt all the stereotypical Asian parent thing their parents do and I can’t. I make jokes abt it all the time and I’m not embarrassed or ashamed sometimes I just don’t like the way I look or how I don’t have the same experiences as other people.

Bullying. I was bullied severely. For almost 2 years. And that fucking hurt and was hard and I’m still healing from all the damage that caused. Yet people around me(even not meaning to) invalidate it all the time. “No one gets bullied in high school” yea well my brother fucking did. He did so severely he went to partial program and we had to call a crisis freak and he didn’t go back to that school for 2-3 months. So yea I was a loser who spent most my time in the counseling office. Yk why? Because I didn’t feel fucking safe in my own god damn school. And I know it’s going to be the same way in high school. So stop saying that shit. Stop saying how no one gets bullied and shit like that because you have NO idea how fucking hard that was for me. I struggled to be alive this far because of it.

“Friends” -I know there’s more to one side of a story. But He knows how hard and literally life threatening that person was to me as he still chose to be friends with them. They chose to be friends with people who bullied me. I know the other side, he has a bad home, he wants to be popular. He has a main character complex and wants cooler friends but he fucking left me over and over. So no I’m not going to stop talking about how mad I am at him because he was a bitch. He hurt me and he knew it would hurt me.

Just stfu. SHUT UP. Stop telling me to calm down or that shit. Im MAD. Im mad as upset and hurt and I just want that all to go away.

Im done. One more person brings up those last 2 things I’m telling them. Im telling them how shitty it makes me feel.

[the-fo0l]

Yan!Agent 47 headcanons

Notes: Im honestly surprised at how little content there is for 47, so tried writing some myself

Warnings: kidnapping, otherwise really fluffy

Oh you poor soul, managed to catch the eye of 47 huh?

Now you're hidden away in a hideout no one but 47 knows the exact location of, made to stay there indefinitely

Even though your new home is luxurious and beautiful in every way it is kinda creepy just how close everything is to your liking, how the hell did he know what interior design you liked..??

moving on

In contrast to the rather cold-hearted kidnapping, he takes such good care of you once you're in his home, you'll stop fighting back relatively fast

After he had kidnapped you it was...awkward between you and him, yes he finally has you but he had no idea how to properly express his feelings for you

How could he even express the love he has for you, when there's simply soo much of it <3

He would slowly build up repore with you, even if you are being more resistent than calm he'll still make sure you eat and don't hurt youself

You physically fighting him isn't a problem either cause of how strong he is

Seriously, he barely feels your kicks and punches

No matter how you behave in this situation he is extremely patient with you, you both know you can't stay mad at him forever

He babies you...in a way, not verbally, no, no, no, he's not exactly talkative if you haven't noticed. I mean that in the sense that he insists on doing everything for you

Breakfast, lunch and dinner? Done. Snack? Of course love. A movie? Your choice sweetheart. A massage? Anything for you baby. Some privacy? Fine. Freedom? No can do, anything else? <3

At some point you two started sleeping in the same bed and after one night where you involuntarily snuggled up to him in your sleep, he insisted on cuddling

Being so close to you made his heart go skjswnsjis

Cuddling with 47 is a lot more intimate than you'd think

Yeah, obviously he was really stiff in the beginning due to not having any kind of closeness or love like this in his life but he soon gets the hang of it

He wraps you up really tightly in his arms, specifically holding your head to his chest with his strong arms around your shoulders

In his mind this is optimal, like cmon it has so many benefits 1. Shielding you from intruders (even though there's no way anyone could get in he's paranoid) 2. Playing with your hair 3. Getting to see you so up close and touch you 4. Making sure you don't try to escape

Occasionally he gets really into physical affection. Normally he uses instinct when on missions but holding you starts to also come more naturally. Like, you'll be in the kitchen, making coffee, and he'll just come up next to you and firmly hold you and kiss your head for the next 10 minutes.

But if you express any discomfort he'll back off of course (he's totally not frowning wdym)

He actually starts developing more emotion through his love for you. Annoyance when he has to leave you, anger when you're threatened, frustration when you try to leave and sadness when you're upset. These are very dulled down for him but still

He makes a lot of money through his work but never really uses any of it. Now he can spend it all on you

He knows money can't buy your love but he still wants to give you the world

Im talking the best clothes, jewelry, food and equipment for your hobbies there is

He puts protecting you above all else, even if it means keeping you locked up. He simply can not bear the thought of his enemies or the ICA trying to utilize you againt him (even if he takes insane security measures and has no problem killing whoever gets in the way)

He has to keeps you safe, hope you understand <3

[jeonfiles]

once more to see you | kth 01

pairing: taehyung x reader ft. seokjin

genre: angst, fluff, unrequited love

synopsis: taehyung is the complete opposite of you, and you're so in love with him. he's not interested in you at all, but he's willing to pretend so he won't be known for breaking the sweetest girl in school's heart. he knows you'll end up hurt either way.

warnings: taehyung is an idiot, a lot of pining, y/n is annoyingly dependent on validation, y/n does a lot of silent prayers, y/n is a track star, childhood bsf seokjin (cute), mentions of deceased family member

music for this chap: she had the world , carry me out

a/n: taehyung will disappoint u in the beginning but hes cute i promise

"I get why you like him Y/N," Sohee swallowed the rest of her sandwich before finishing her sentence, "He's so hot. People say he's interested in you too, y'know?"

Sohee visibly tried to get food out from the back of her mouth using her tongue, and it made you chuckle at the sight. "I don't think he does." You sighed, resting your chin in your palm.

You were both situated at the table in the inner corner of the cafeteria, with a full view of who walks in the door, and sometimes you swore you could see Sohee drool when attractive guys walked in that exact door.

"Hello, of course, he does! Even his friend Jimin told Kang Seulgi from Class 1, who told Go Euntaek in class 3, who eventually told his girlfriend Baek Ho-rang who ran to me to tell me the great news." Sohee gasped for air after rambling, and you rolled your eyes,

"Stories change when that many links contribute." You scoffed, sitting back in your chair and reaching for your juice box on the table, taking a huge slurp, which you knew would annoy Sohee.

"You don't believe me? Guess we gotta ask a link closer to the source then." Sohee stood up from her chair, and you looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

"Park Jimin, get your ass over here will ya?" She nearly shouted across the cafeteria, and now all looks were pointed at you two, and you felt the urge to just slip down the cracks of the floor tiles and hide there forever grow stronger for each nanosecond.

You sunk further down on your tacky, orange chair, but you could still see Jimin's black locks sway a little over the crowd as he walked over to the table you were sitting at.

"What's up sugar?" Jimin smirked at Sohee, and Sohee didn't even budge, and you had no idea how she did it. He was stupidly attractive and could make any girl drop her pants with a comment like that.

"Jimin my dearest, a little birdie told me that Taehyung likes my sweet Y/N, could you confirm?" She batted her long lashes and smiled prettily at Jimin.

He looked to the left, sucked his teeth, and said, "I can't, I'm sorry." You realized you had grown a little too hopeful, and your heart sunk quite a bit when he spoke.

"Does he think I'm pretty at least?" You spoke up, eyes shining when you looked up towards the standing Jimin, the harsh lights in the cafeteria reflecting in them.

"He hasn't mentioned you much, to be quite honest." He shrugged, walking back to his table, where Taehyung and the rest of his friends sat.

Your heart thumped when he met your eyes, and you looked away in panic. The rest of lunch was just Sohee apologizing and you avoiding eye contact with any of the students at the nearby tables.

Jimin mentioned you and Sohee's name several times, he was a loud speaker, and you were so scared of what he was saying you could probably die right then and there.

Saved by the bell, you picked up your stuff and got ready to start running to your classroom, praying you wouldn't meet any of Taehyung's friends, and especially not Taehyung as you ran Usain Bolt style.

You looked down while running, not thinking twice about leaving your best friend behind, you suddenly fell to the ground with a thud. This was surely not one of your glory days.

When you looked up, you wanted to cry. It was none other than Kim Taehyung, and he didn't look pleased. You gathered your things and muttered "Sorry." under your breath probably about 10 times, and he just watched, disappointingly.

"You're a klutz. Why were you running?" He spoke, and your knees turned into jelly when you tried to stand up, you nearly fell and dropped all your stuff again, but he caught you by the arm, straightening you up like it was nothing.

"Uh... Uhm... Err..." you mumbled, and he rolled his eyes, and not in a joking manner. "Fuck that, why are you going around telling people I like you?"

Your breath hitched, and he stared at you coldly. "I didn't! Gosh, my friend Sohee told me someone had told her that you liked me, and- uh... We asked Jimin, and-" He put his hand over your mouth, making you shut up.

"I don't want you two to go around making up baseless rumors about me, it's incredibly annoying for me to go around correcting people who assume shit just because your little friend speaks louder than a bunch of hyenas at a tea party." Taehyung nearly spat, and you took a step back.

You noticed that people were listening in, their stares burning holes in your back. He was livid, and you didn't understand why, you just smiled, praying to god that this would end soon.

"I just thought you liked me-" You began, and he interrupted you, "You thought I was gonna like someone like you? Get over yourself and enter the real world."

The hallway went silent, your lips trembled as hot tears raced down your face, and like the track star you were, you fled the scene and passed the finish line into the bathrooms.

You stayed till the school day ended, not knowing what was unraveling outside the four walls of the stall.

Sohee 💜: 01:12 pm

Y/N, where are you? i heard what happened :( i hate taehyung im gonna chop his sausage off

Sohee 💜: 01:38 pm

taehyung is fighting w doyoung because doyoung decided to defend you this is hilarious

but fr where are you

Sohee 💜: 01:57 pm

doyoung gave taehyung a black eye damn

doyo is on the verge of tears when taehyung said you liked him and not doyo

taehyung cant not have feelings for you like there must be smth deeper going on

Sohee 💜: 03:39 pm

class just ended i'll wait out back

Sohee always knew when to leave you alone, so she did, partially. You usually shut off your phone when you're upset, but she still sends you texts to update you whenever you turn it back on.

This time, it was quite dramatic, and you rushed out of the icky stall and ran (again) to reach Sohee to get the full story, and as you expected, it was interesting.

"Basically, Doyoung punched Taehyung and Taehyung was a little too OP, so he failed to initiate a fight, so it just turned into Taehyung being an ass to Doyoung for defending you." She shrugged, adjusting the straps of her leather backpack as you walked home.

"Taehyung's rep is so tainted right now, I don't know how he's gonna fix this my dear Y/N, so I guess he got his karma. He's an idiot and I'm glad other people are starting to see."

You nodded yes, pushing out a fake chuckle, while silently you prayed that everything would soon be back to normal and that Taehyung would forgive you for the mess you caused.

Being in love with Taehyung for a year had taken a toll on you, and your best friend since freshman year had noticed too. You were different.

You used to be so independent and optimistic, but now you would strive for validation, and you had turned into one of the most insecure people Sohee had ever met.

Sohee tried to pull you away from him, but to her demise, it only got worse when you tried to meet other guys. She figured that the only way for you to disconnect from him was if you had your go with him, or if he treated you like a complete idiot.

You waved goodbye to Sohee as you entered your house, kicking off your shoes and throwing yourself down on the couch. You wanted to scream, but you saw your brother's and another guy's shoes in your hallway, so you kept it inside.

After having watched an episode of Seinfeld, you could hear the floorboards creak, and your gaze found its way to the hallway, where your brother, Yoongi stood, peeking out from his door.

"Ah, Y/N, you're the one who's home?" He smiled brightly, eyes turning into small crescents, which made you awe at the sight.

"Yuppers." You said and sat back again, pressing play to start the next episode. "Who's your guest?" And as you uttered your last word, another head peeked out from the door, and you couldn't help but feel the happiness brew inside you.

It was Kim Seokjin in all his glory, and this time, he looked even hotter. It had been about two years since you last saw him because he moved to Germany to study medicine.

Seokjin had been your neighbor since you were born, and you pretty much grew up with two older brothers who always took care of you.

No one dared to mess with you, because Seokjin and Yoongi always got to them first. That way, you grew up without a care in the world, protected from all evil.

You had no idea when you fell in love with him. It was somewhere during puberty, where your interest in Brad Pitt and Kim Soohyun from Dream High had grown stronger.

You remember Seokjin was scouted for modeling, acting, and even idol groups all through your childhood. He did a few ads, photoshoots, a popular teenage drama called Double Trouble, and even managed to get his own Wikipedia page.

There was no doubt that Seokjin was an attractive man, and in the two years he had been gone, his face fat was completely gone, and he had defined cheekbones, a slimmer and tighter figure, and you thought he couldn't be any more perfect.

"None other than God himself," Seokjin said smugly, opening his arms to greet you with a hug, and you threw your blanket you were covered into the side as you bolted into Seokjin's arms, legs wrapped around his waist.

He slowly put you down so your feet touched the parquet, and you felt a kind of euphoria as he smiled at you again, the same smile he had flashed you as long as you could remember.

Everything about Seokjin had matured and changed, but his smile remained the same. "What are you doing back?" You sniffled, holding back the happy tears that were forming in your eyes.

"Hey, don't get me wrong, I love Germany, but it's a little bland. I miss ahjumnas complimenting me on the subway and the bomb ass food here in SK." Seokjin grinned as he wiped a tear that fell down your face.

Yoongi was leaning against the door frame, smiling at the grand reunion. You knew he liked seeing you two together, and you had a small suspicion about him shipping you guys.

"Please don't ever leave again." You gripped onto his shirt, digging your face down in his chest, and he said, "I swear to god if you're wearing makeup right now-"

You laughed as you pushed him away, placing your hands below your chin and batting your eyelashes dramatically, "I'm all-natural."

"Naturally pretty." Seokjin leaned forward and whispered in your ear, and your heart did a little somersault.

Seokjin's always been a charmer.

You woke up in your room, pink sheets draped over your half-naked body as tons of messages poured in on your phone, vibrating so much it nearly fell off the edge of your nightstand.

You grab it while rubbing your eyes, and you're shocked to see the messages that had exploded on your lock screen.

Unknown: 08:39 am

Hey, it's Kim Taehyung.

Look, I'm sorry for the shit I said to you and I would love to make it up to you in some kind of way.

Maybe I could take you out?

I get it if you don't want to, but I heard you were interested in me so...

What kinda food do you like? Activities, hobbies?

I really wanna make this right :)

You: 08:43 am

oh hey! I'd love to, you kinda owe me one. if it's your treat, I suppose we could get some sushi and boba...

btw I don't like u like that

Contact made, saved as "taehyung <3" at 08:44 am

taehyung <3: 08:47 am

Okay. Meet me at Nori Table at 6 pm. Don't make me wait.

Your heart was palpitating, and when you pressed your phone up to your chest, you could feel your body heat up from your scalp to your toes.

Maybe Kim Taehyung had no interest in you right now, but he sure would after tonight. You were gonna make him love you, soon enough,

Running to the shower a few hours of Seinfeld later, you scrubbed with all your might with your newest strawberry scrub, did your makeup, curled your hair, and sat down on the couch, outfit draped over the armrest of the chair.

It was an hour till you were leaving, so for the time being you sat with hair rollers in your hair, dressed in pink sweats. Seokjin and Yoongi had been awake all night, you had heard them laugh and play Mario Cart all night, it reminded you of old times.

Old times where you went to bed crying because Yoongi and Seokjin's bedtime was later than yours at sleepovers. Thinking back, your parents made a pretty rational decision, but you resented them for it.

When Seokjin left for school in Germany, during your Sophomore year you cried again. You thought it was so unfair that you had to be two years younger, why couldn't you come with him?

You were painfully in love with him, and you had been probably since you were. A few months after he moved, your feelings faded. You were love-free, only to fall stupidly in love again with Taehyung just a year later.

You were forced to snap out of your train of thought because you heard the floorboards creak again. When you looked over at the dark hallway, you saw a tired, yet familiar face smile at you.

Seokjin looked quite disoriented, hair ruffled and eyes puffy, yet he looked like a Greek god. Sculpted to perfection, he smiled at you like he did yesterday and all the times before.

"Morning." He grunted out, his morning voice prominent. You chuckled when you looked at the time, feeling kind of bad for Seokjin who had slept away the majority of his day, which you knew he didn't like.

"It's 5 pm, cutie. Mom said you guys could order takeout, cause she's working late." You stood up, and Seokjin gave you a good look up and down, and then diverted his gaze to the lavender ruffle skirt and white long-sleeve blouse you had neatly hung over the armchair.

"What's the occasion?" He nodded over at the clothes and then your hair rollers and full-face makeup-covered face. He threw a few walnuts from the little bowl on the coffee table into his mouth.

"It's none of your business, but I have a date tonight," you said smugly, and a walnut flew out of Seokjin's mouth in shock.

"A date? Like a real one?" He frantically asked, and you nodded as you walked away with your outfit in hand.

You came back out minutes later, and Seokjin had to hold his mouth shut so it wouldn't drop to the floor. You had matured so well, a white blouse adorning your waist, and the lavender skirt hugged your curves nicely.

You had decorated your neck and ears with golden jewelry, and you had a pair of Air forces dangling from your left hand. You were beautiful, hair let free from the hair rollers, curls swaying as you did a twirl.

"It's alright, I guess." He pretended not to care, and your proud grin morphed into a frown pretty quickly, and he noticed.

He stood up and walked towards you, standing very close. His tall figure was hovering over you. Seokjin leaned forward towards your ear, not whispering this time,

"You're gorgeous." He pushed your curls behind your shoulder, adjusting your golden necklace as he returned to Yoongi's bedroom.

You were screwed.

The time on your phone showed 6:06 pm. You recall him saying ‘don’t be late’. What a hypocrite. It had started to pour down, so you were squeezed up against the brick wall of the restaurant so the ledge above you would shield you from the rain.

You were shaking from the cold, legs exposed because of your skirt. Sighing deeply, you reached down into your purse to text Taehyung, but when you looked up, you saw him running over to you.

He was holding a bouquet of pink delphinium and peonies. You’d always been interested in flowers, and this small gesture made you all fuzzy inside.

“I apologize for my late arrival m’lady. The flower shop was about to close down for the day, and I had to beg the cashier to let me in, promising to buy a huge bouquet if she did.” He smiled as he stood in front of you.

“No worries sir, I haven’t been waiting for long.” You chuckled, as you accepted the bouquet. His eyes scanned every inch of your body, and he said, “You’re shivering. Let’s go inside.”

This was a side of Taehyung you had barely seen before, caring and warm. This was also the side of him that initially made you fall for him.

The memories of him reading stories for children at the hospital was heartwarming. Whenever you went to visit your brother, who has now passed, you would see him read stories for all the unlucky kids.

Your brother, who was only 7 years old talked about Taehyung like a superhero, and it seemed as if Taehyung’s stories were the highlight of his days at the hospital.

Daejung wasn’t a kid you would pity. In his last months in the hospital he never once cried. You believed that Taehyung was a big part of the reason.

That’s why you fell in love with him. He hadn’t been a superhero in the form of saving lives, but he definitely made a whole lot of sick kids happier.

How could you ever repay him?

Taehyung rested a hand on your shoulder and lead you inside the door, and there stood a beautiful tall woman, black hair to her waist, almond-shaped eyes, and full lips.

She was beautiful. You looked up to see Taehyung’s reaction, and he wasn’t looking at her, he was looking at you. His eyes met yours, and you could’ve sword the whole world stopped.

“Excuse me?” An unfamiliar voice spoke up, and it kicked you right back into reality. It was the pretty woman speaking, an even prettier voice to match her.

“Do you have a reservation?” She questioned, smiling so genuinely from ear to ear. “Yes. It’s on Kim.” Taehyung spoke so confidently.

“Ah, for two. I’ll be your server tonight.” She waved for you to follow her, and before she turned around, you saw her name tag.

Bae Eunmi. A pretty name for a pretty person. Of course, she had to be pretty. Your confidence sunk even lower, and your insecurities grew.

“I’m not interested in her, by the way. I’ve talked to her before. She’s all beauty and no brains. Not for me.” Taehyung whispered into your ear, possibly to reassure you.

You sat down at the table and ordered a huge plate of different types of sushi, maki, nigiri, uramaki, and even sashimi.

This restaurant was fancy, nearly too fancy for your liking. It was huge and flashy, and it made you doubt your outfit choice completely.

The restaurant fell silent since there weren’t many guests here this early. The silence wasn’t awkward between you guys. It was just, too silent, and you decided to break it.

“Do you still write stories?” Taehyung’s face froze. How did you know about the stories he wrote? Had you been stalking him? Was this when everyone would find out how weak he truly is?

“How did you find out... About them?” He asked hesitantly, fidgeting with a small woven basket with bread placed on your table.

“When sun and moon met, moon felt bad. When the moon was alone at night, he cried, because he wanted to shine just like the sun.” You quote his story word by word, it was your favorite paragraph.

He looked at you with a confused look and his eyes told you that he wondered why you knew the story so well.

Before he could speak up, you said, “My brother's name was Daejung. He looked up to you and constantly told me about how he wanted to be like you when he grew up.” You placed your hands on top of his over the table.

Taehyung was speechless. He sat there, body completely frozen as he processed what you just said. The little boy he had mourned for many months was the same flesh and blood as you.

“Daejung told me how he wanted me to marry you because he thought no one else deserved me.” Letting go of his hands, he continued sitting completely still.

First, he felt disappointed in himself. Disappointed of the way he had treated you, how sad Daejung would be if he knew.

Second, he could see him in your traits. Your button nose matched his completely, and your eyes sparkled just the way his eyes did.

Third, he realized he had to take care of you. Fall in love with you, for Daejung. Taehyung had promised the little boy to take care of his friends and family when he has at his worst.

His expression completely changed. It softened, and his eyes looked at you like you were godsent. He believed you were too. It was fate.

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a/n: u guys know the angst isn't over lol u guys r never gonna see the light at the end of the tunnel ! this chapter was originally a bit longer but i have to test the waters and seeing how u guys like it !! pls reblog <3

[skeezsbbygirl]

kiss it better + bang chan

hello lovelies! (づ￣ ³￣)づ

im back with another bang chan scenario <3 hope you guys enjoy this one!! (oh and tmt hit 1k+ notes ahhh thank you so much >.<, also i might be uploading a prince!chan fic soon, stay tuned sunshines)

STRAY KIDS EVERYWHERE ALL AROUND THE WORLD.

"Chris, baby, please."

It's been two hours, nearing three, since Chris decided to give you the silent treatment. The cause of your current suffering rooted from the events that took place last night.

A college friend of yours happened to be visiting the city, and what better way to celebrate a rare occasion than dressing up and going for a girl's night out with a bunch of your other friends. Chris happily agreed to let you go, he didn't need much convincing since he trusted you with everything and that included you getting home in one piece.

As the late hours of the night passed and shifted over to the wee hours of the morning, Chris grew worried, checking his phone for the nth time as he expected a call or text from you to reassure him that you were fine, or that you were at least still alive somewhere.

Fortunately, he managed to get a hold of your situation through one of your friends, credits to Jisung for grabbing her number that one time you guys set them up for a date.

"Hyung, she said that (y/n) got into a cab ten minutes ago," Jisung explained over the phone. "Her phone also died, so that's probably the reason why you haven't heard from her," he added.

"Alright, got it. Thanks, Ji."

Strike one.

Your drunk self thought that it was a good idea to call for a cab, even declining your girlfriend's offer to drive you home. You insisted that you were fine and that you would only derail their way home since your apartment's route leads to the opposite direction. So, in your semi-intoxicated state, you hopped into a cab and made your way home.

Strike two.

You came home last night, struggling to keep a certain level of sobriety. Heels in one hand and your clutch in the other. You weren't completely hammered, but it was still enough to piss Chris off as he took in your drunken state.

Strike three.

Nevertheless, Chris patiently took care of you. He helped you out of your clothes, took your makeup off for you, and tucked you in bed with him.

You could've gotten away with what happened, until your hungover self decided to betray you.

When Chris sat you down for breakfast, he managed to ease in the happenings of last night, carefully bringing it up as to not agitate you or make you feel like he's blaming you for going out and having fun.

He was just worried, especially having known that you went home all by yourself without even contacting him.

"Baby, you could've borrowed one of your friends' phone and asked me to come pick you up," Chris sighed as he reached out for your hand, placing his on top of yours, his fingers tracing circles on your skin.

"I know and I'm sorry, but can you just scold me later?" you said, your tone a little harsher than you intended it to be, probably due to the lingering headache and side effects of your drinks last night. You felt like your skull was being split into two and you just wanted to eat and recover in silence.

"Babe, I'm not scolding you. I was just-"

You cut Chris off. "Alright, I get it, you were worried but I took care of myself. So let's just argue later, yeah?" you snapped.

And you're out.

Upon hearing your reply, Chris' jaw clenched, visibly appearing offended and irritated. He retracted his hand from yours, opting to cross his arms over his chest.

You bit your tongue when the words you spat out finally settled in. It sounded wrong and you definitely shouldn't have said that. You readied yourself for the argument that was about to ensue, but nothing came.

"Okay."

That was all he said before he stood up and left.

Your eyes widened at the sudden realization that slapped you back into reality, the ugly outcome of your sudden outburst.

You were about to get up and follow Chris to apologize, however, the sudden throbbing pain in your head disabled you from getting out of your seat. Instead, you were forced to sit back down and wallow in guilt.

And that's how you ended up getting the silent treatment.

You left your boyfriend alone for a few hours, hoping that his anger would dissipate by the time that your hungover got better. But much to your dismay, he wasn't having it with you.

"Baby, can I come in?" you knocked on the door of Chris' home studio.

Silence.

"Chris, baby, please," you tried again, but you were still met with silence. You let out a sigh as you ambled back towards the living room, deciding to just give him space and talk it out whenever he's ready.

Chris was naturally a forgiving person, a little tougher on his members, but a complete sweetheart when it comes to you. So when he gave you the silent treatment for the very first time that day, you didn't know what to do.

So, you waited.

A couple of hours passed, three and a half, now, to be exact, you heard Chris' door unlock. You immediately perked up at the sound, quickly scurrying on your feet to meet him.

"Chris, I'm sorry," you apologized with your head hung low, eyes on the ground, and fingers fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

Nothing. Nothing, but the cold breeze of Chris passing by, giving you no due attention. He sauntered towards the kitchen and opened the fridge, paying more attention to the cold food items that were displayed in front of him.

How you wish you were the half-eaten cheesecake now, huh?

Having enough with his torturous act, you were set on using the two tricks you had up your sleeves -- 1) faking an injury, as petty as that sounds, you were desperate, and 2) luring him with something he likes, be it an innocent gesture or a daring one, you would practically do anything at this point.

With your first plan in mind, you crept up behind him and positioned yourself near the edge of the marble kitchen island, placing your hip at the sharp corner so that it would appear as if you bumped against it.

From a third person's point of view, you probably looked stupid, scratch that, you did look stupid, but you were set on breaking Chris' silent streak.

"Ah!" you yelped in pain, hands quickly coming up to clutch your right side. You dropped on the ground, still maintaining your hold on your "injured" torso.

As soon as you cried out in pain, Chris hurried to your side.

"Baby, are you okay?" he asked with a worried expression plastered on his face. His cold demeanor immediately melting once he saw you clutching your side. "What happened, babygirl?" he crouched down to meet your level.

"I accidentally hit the edge of the counter," you said. "Come here, baby," Chris placed your arms around his neck as he scooped you up from the ground, carrying you bridal style towards the living room.

"Show me where it hurts, love," Chris ordered as he sat you down with him. He carefully moved you on his lap, making you straddle him.

"Right here," you pointed towards a random patch of skin on your right side. Chris placed his hand over the supposedly injured area, gently soothing it with the warmth that radiated from his palm.

Adding the icing on the cake, you hissed in pain as his hand came in contact with your skin. "Shh, it's okay, baby. I got you," Chris cooed as he planted a kiss on your cheek, in hopes of making you feel better.

He lifted your shirt up a bit, allowing him to inspect for any cuts or damage to your skin. "Do you want me to go get an ice pack?" Chris offered. "No, it's fine," you replied.

"Alright, just tell me if need anything," Chris responded as he leaned down to press a chaste kiss on your exposed skin, tugging your shirt back down as he pulled away.

You nuzzled your face into his neck, in an attempt to conceal the grin that was forming on your lips. Completely fooled by your actions, Chris continued rubbing your side as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

"Does it hurt anywhere else, baby?" Chris asked and you nodded. "Here," you pulled away from him and pointed towards your chest. He shot you a puzzled look, confused as to why your chest would hurt when you claimed that you bumped your side.

"Because I was trying to apologize to my boyfriend a couple of hours ago, but instead, he gave me the silent treatment," you pouted.

Chris bursted out in laughter as he heard your response.

"It's true. I followed him around like a lost puppy, but he locked himself inside his studio. Totally unfair and uncalled for," you continued and Chris shook his head in disbelief, his laughter coming to a stop as he calmed down.

"I could say the same thing about what happened last night," Chris challenged, raising one eyebrow at you.

"I'm sorry. I know I was being stupid. I should've called you or at least shot you a message from my friend's phone to let you know that I was coming home late. I just thought that if I called, I was going to end up bothering you, considering that it was such an ungodly hour," you explained, fiddling with the string of his hoodie.

"(Y/n), you could never be a bother to me," Chris said, "And did you honestly think that I could sleep knowing that you were out there?"

"I was so worried about you. Thank Jisung for having one of your friend's number because I was this close to losing it," Chris stated.

"I know. I'm really sorry," you pressed a kiss to his lips. "I promise I won't do it again, forgive me?" you added, pecking his lips once more.

"I can't stay mad at you," Chris let out a defeated sigh. "Of course. I forgive you, babygirl," he gave you a small smile.

You cheered and pulled him in for a hug, momentarily forgetting about your said injury.

"Do you feel better now?" Chris teased as he poked your sides, making you jolt in surprise. "Christopher!" you squealed, bursting in a fit of giggles as you realized that you've been caught red-handed.

Well, at least the intentions of your plan worked.

"You know what they say, desperate times call for desperate measures," you shrugged and Chris chuckled in amusement. He leaned in and gave you a kiss.

"You're lucky you're cute."

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yknow what im not even going to pretend to resist the allure of a New Au this time. already changed the blog title we're on 28.6 baybeee

anyway, have you seen ride the cyclone cause i fucking have. found it a couple days ago on holiday and ough that shit SLAPS. and then inevitably i put beetlejuice in it because theyre both musicals about dead people and i like them so im duct taping them together.

so, concept: beetlejuice and rtc happened in the same area now. dunno if its america or canada or what, but theyre near. post-cannon for beetlejuice, and lydia and beetlejuice are hanging out again, though im unsure of the exact circumstances of that. so theyre hanging out, watching shit on tv, and see a news report on the cyclone accident. news reader says there was one jane doe, and beetlejuice says the name rings a bell. lydia explains that it means an unidentified body and he says oh yeah, i remember the name because i heard something about how being declared a jane/john doe before being fully processed can fuck with netherworld systems and strike you off the records. he says it rather casually, but lydia is horrified at the implications of that and practically throws him into the netherworld to go check. and sure enough, the kid's record is fucked. lydia insists they have to do something to help. cue lydia and beetlejuice breaking into a condemned fairground on a ghost hunt.

now i dont want to write the chior out of this entirely, but it does mostly focus on jane because i love her. so at this point, the other five have either gone to the netherworld or are still firmly in their 'jane is terrifying' phase and are avoiding the situation. lydia and beej show up, and after a bit of exploration manage to find a rather lost-looking headless ghost. lydia starts trying to ask questions but given the headless situation she cant really answer, and she barely responds with body language either. beetlejuice tells them to hang on a minute, dissapears, and comes back with a mannequin head that he promptly shoves onto jane's neck. lydia protests, since that seems a bit rude, but to her suprise - and jane's apparently - it works. but even though she can talk now she doesnt remember anything. lydia asks beej if anyone in the netherworld could help her, he says theyd likely just stick her in the waiting room and forget about her. so lydia promptly declares theyll take her home. with her corrupted record jane isnt stuck in the place she died like the maitlands are, and seems happy about the idea, so they bring her home.

that premisce is pretty much all i have, apart from the vague idea that i want to bring back the rest of the choir at some point. but lydia adds more of a face onto the mannequin head with makeup and finds her a wig, and since jane can leave the house and lydia is nice to her she tends to just follow her around, and as i have said many times before, shennanigans ensue