#i wasn’t processing a damn thing after that live yesterday LOL

[akkivee]

i keep calling these hub worlds but i do mean that these could be the battlefield backdrops that spawn when you enter a rap battle lmao

[rollinouttahere-writes]

Platonic Yandere live action Garp who has a soft spot for a pregnant marine reader (I can imagine him telling reader , the baby will be a strong marine) XD 

please ; also what are your thoughts on live action Garp ?

My thoughts on live action Garp are similar to my thoughts towards most of the live action depictions. He's good, but I prefer anime/manga Garp. I think he needs that little bit of silliness to maintain likability lol

It's Better This Way

Platonic Monkey D. Garp x Reader

1.9k words

warnings: pregnancy related things, vomiting, yandere themes, misogyny

Going from being a marine captain to managing paperwork for a vice admiral was not what you ever wanted to happen in your career. You felt like a glorified secretary. Even if it is supposed to only be a temporary position, it still felt demeaning. It’s not like there was anything you could do about it, though. Even you could admit that you were in no state to be fighting.

Not when you were as pregnant as you were. If you tried to so much as jog right now, you would throw up and piss yourself. Possibly at the same time.

Your due date was yesterday, but the baby was a no show. Clearly, they have not inherited your punctuality, much to your dismay. Pregnancy was not the beautiful process it had been made out to be. It was exhausting, painful, and downright gross at points. You were more than eager for the whole thing to be over, and you were about to roll up an eviction notice and shove it up where the sun don’t shine to help the baby get the hint.

As if the baby could read your mind, and didn’t care for what it read, you felt your overdue bundle of joy nail your diaphragm with a kick that new recruits would find enviable. You gasped and lurched forward as the air was knocked from your lungs and coughed a few times.

Papers were dropped onto the desk nearby and a chair squeaked as the man in it sat up straight. “Are you okay over there?”

You coughed a few more times before you could breathe properly again, “I’m okay… the baby just kicked me again.” At least they didn’t kick your bladder again. You would throw yourself overboard if you pissed yourself in front of someone again.

Garp sighed and stood from his seat before slowly approaching you. His hand settled on the back of your chair as he looked down at you, “Just go on leave already.”

“No… I can’t just sit around at some random marine base until I give birth. I’ll be bored out of my mind.” Not to mention you don’t want to deal with everyone there judging you for being a single mother. You get enough of that as is on the rare occasion you’re in the company of anyone other than Garp and his crew.

“You can barely walk anymore, just let yourself rest. You don’t even need to go to a base, you can stay on the ship. I could even make arrangements to let you stay at a village on land if that’s what you would prefer.” Garp wasn’t one to back down easily, and that included when bickering with you.

In all honesty, staying on Garp’s ship sounded ideal, but you would hate to be more of a burden to him after being demoted to light duty work on his ship. You were grateful that he agreed to take you in, especially since you were doing a job that you’re 99% sure Bogard was already doing before you got here. Because of that, you wanted to get out of his hair as soon as the baby was born.

“That’s very kind of you, sir, but I couldn’t ask that of you.”

“Sir? You were calling me Garp even back when I was training you, drop the unnecessary formalities.” Garp sighed and rested his hand on your shoulder, “Stop being so damn stubborn and accept my help. It isn’t going to help you or your kid to be like this.”

“I appreciate the offer, but I want to do this for myself.” Your hands rest on your overly swollen abdomen and rub circles on it. You’ve gotten so huge that you’ve been wearing Garps’s shirts for months now. That, and you’ve forgone buttoning your pants, but the shirt helps to cover that fact. It looked like you had twins in there, but the doctors insisted that they only ever heard one heartbeat. 

There’s a question that has been on your mind for a while now, and this seemed like as good a chance as any to ask it. You inhale to steel your nerves, then begin, “Can I ask you something, Garp? I want you to be brutally honest with me.” Garp didn’t answer you verbally, but his nod was enough for you to continue, “Do you think they’re actually going to let me return to my position after I’ve had a chance to recover?”

“No.”

Not even a second had passed between the question and the answer. You had asked for honesty, but the immediate, blunt answer still shocked you. “You can’t be serious.”

“You wanted honesty, and I’m giving it to you. It’s a raw deal for you, but every time I’ve seen this happen, the women never return. It’s deemed too much of a liability. The people in charge don’t believe that you’re going to be as physically capable after the birth.” Garp’s gruff tone softened ever-so-slightly, and it sounded like he did genuinely feel bad for your situation.

Your emotions were running wild. You felt betrayed and beyond frustrated at your circumstances. “But I’ve worked so hard! I was a captain! They can’t just throw me to the wolves like this!”

If your outburst affected Garp at all, he didn’t let it show. He heaved a sigh and the hand on your shoulder tightened. “They can, and they already have. You were terminated the same day you came to my ship.”

“What?!” If you were in better shape, you would have sprung out of the chair from shock.

“I arranged to have you stay here for the time being because you were once my student, and I wanted to ease you into this. I had hoped to wait until after the birth to spring this on you, but here we are.”

All you could do was gape at him as he casually informed you of what your status actually was. It felt like a rug had been pulled out from under you in the cruelest way possible. Before you could even register what was happening, hot tears started pouring down your face. Great, just what you needed. Now you’re humiliated on top of everything else. You turn away from Garp to try and obscure his view, but there was only so much good that could do for you. Getting up out of the chair you were in required help from at least one other person and you were definitely too embarrassed to ask that of Garp right now.

His hand dropped from your shoulder to your back and patted it. “I know that this isn’t what you wanted to hear, but it’s not all bad. I know that the father is deceased, but I’ll do everything in my power to help make up for his absence.”

Your blood ran cold and your tears ran dry. Slowly, you pull your hands away from your face and look at him over your shoulder. You never told a soul about who the father was. Your voice shook as you spoke, “How do you know that?”

Garp rolled his eyes, “I may have been born in the dark, but it certainly wasn’t last night. I saw the way you acted around that pirate and how you were after his execution. You even made the mistake of mentioning growing up on the same island as him. You’re lucky that no one else has figured this out.”

Words were lodged in your throat, right along your heart that had leapt up there. This can’t be happening. You thought you were careful!

“I haven’t told anyone, and I don’t plan to. I don’t want that kid’s blood on my hands if someone finds out who the father really is, and I’m sure you don’t want that either.”

“It’s just a baby! They haven’t done anything wrong! The marines have no reason to hurt them!” You were yelling now, something that you knew was unwise, but you couldn’t help it. Not with how frayed your mental state was by this reveal.

“They’re the child of a pirate, and one that had a high bounty at that. That’s all the reason they need to get rid of them. You would be lucky to even get a chance to hear them cry before they’re disposed of.” Those words sent a chill down your spine. You knew that there were dangers associated with having the child of a pirate, but hearing someone spell it out was gut churning.

As if predicting your next move, Garp grabs the bucket next to your chair and holds it up just in time for you to lose your lunch into it. You cough and gag while Garp holds you steady, completely unphased by the sight and stench. He sets the bucket away from you and hands you a handkerchief to wipe your mouth with.

Speaking in a low tone, he starts talking again, “But that isn’t going to happen. What’s going to happen is I’m going to take you to an island in the East Blue after the kid is born. You’re going to stay in a place called Windmill Village and raise the kid there. I’ll come visit whenever I can to help you.”

You’re still too stunned to speak, and Garp takes that as a sign to continue, “My other grandchildren live around there. It’ll be a nice home for you and the little one. It’ll be a much more quiet life than what you’re used to, but I think you’ll adjust in time.”

It’s like he already has every tiny detail ironed out in his head, almost as if he’s done this before. You look up at him, equal parts distressed and bewildered, “How long have you been planning this?”

“Since I got word of your pregnancy.”

“What am I even supposed to do there? I’ve been in the marines almost all of my life, I can’t just start living as a civilian.” This was the least of your problems, frankly, but you didn’t want to confront the bigger ones right now.

“I would be more than happy to cover your living expenses myself, but I know you would never accept that. There’s a tavern in the town that an acquaintance of mine runs. She’s already agreed to let you work there once you’ve recovered.” Garp’s eye’s drifted down to your belly, “I know it’s a major change, but it’ll become easier when the kid gets older. You can relive your days as a marine by training them to be an even stronger one. I’ll help train them, too, of course. They’ll be one hell of a marine, I can already feel it. Out of all my grandchildren, I think this one will be the most likely to actually become one.”

Garp grabs your shoulders and helps you get onto your feet, a task he accomplishes with ease thanks to his inhuman strength. He guides you out of the room and down the corridor to your own, “Now go get some rest, I know this was all a lot to take in.” His tone left absolutely no room for argument.

You just nodded weakly. Your mind was all over the place trying to make sense of what was happening. Sleep would probably be really good for you right about now. You had no idea how you were going to adjust to the sudden change in your life, but after how Garp just spoke of it… You’re not sure that you even have a say in the matter. 

Especially not if he’s already seeing your baby as one of his grandchildren.

[gordontheengineswifenirmal]

Thomas and Nirmal lol

I was watching this yesterday -

N tbh, it’s funny. @9:26, he goes in about how he was more into the live action elements than the Thomas segments. He was more bored by the Thomas segments n enjoyed the station house skits more. Tbh - I liked trains, as me dad n his mates were into them, n I liked the Thomas segments. The issue here was I don’t really remember them. I remember Thomas more for his association with shining time. I remember watching the show as I got ready for school in gone morning. I also remember being too old for it even then, but it was cute n harmless, n I enjoyed it. Mum was happy because it wasn’t offensive. Like can, I was watching more for tiny ringo n George Carlin. In fact I had become aware of the show because I was obsessed with the Beatles already, n was watching more for ringo. I remember the jukebox band being amusing, but kinda weird. lol. Schemer was funny. He reminded me of some of the blokes the golden girls dated.

Anyhoo, somehow, I wasn’t aware of him in the 80’s. Thundercats, inspector gadget, heathcliff, Garfield, he man and she ra, transformers, even count ducula n duck tails for some odd reason? The latter two were weird af, but I watched them. They weren’t memorable favs, but they did amuse me. I was a i also remember car 54 where are u n get smart reruns. And this old house. Bob Vila lol. I was often busy in me own world then.

Somewhere between then n 2 years ago, a lot of life happened. I’ve revisited dark shadows a few times, 1776, several 60’s and 70’s musicians, some evergreen actors like ray bolger n jimmy stewart, the desi side of me heritage, and more.

Then it happened. My world fell apart. Mum because seriously ill in 2021. It started off small. I was in the middle of me last semester of college, a day in February, doing online classes, when the drs rang. I had also realised I was sexual about a month bdfore, and was beginning to explore this. Mum had some blood leaking somewhere that they couldn’t find. She was in n out of hospital. In may, things got more serious. June was worse. I managed to graduate, n then was going to Plymouth meeting near Philadelphia frequently in hopes she’d pull thru. At the end of July, she passed. I had been married at the time, I had gotten married in 2002. The husband n I had never been really intimate, n we had awkward times, but we were friends. (We still are, despite the fact that he’s thicker than an influencers bubble bum). He decided out of the blue that September, that we would divorce. I was still reeling from mums death. I wasn’t really able to process the divorce too. He had secretly been living with a female roommate who he claimed was lesbian, n divorced from her partner. Whatever. I trusted him, because he was never a ladies man when I knew him, and wasn’t really into sex in general.

He then asked if I’d cat sit over New Year’s Eve. He told me he was going on holiday n do was the rooommate. Cool. I figured as often happens, they were going at the same time, but to their own seperate destinations. Hoo-boy. So I get to his place, n the cats were adorable. There was no telly or anything, so I mucked about on the phone n I believe the iPad or laptop. I forget now. I started feeling wierd when I saw a pic of him posing next to the roommate. It wasn’t overtly sexual, but it was unnerving. It was….unnatural. Getting him to pose with me, unless it was for his immigration, was like pulling teeth. I kept getting the feeling something was going on. A couple days after new years, he let me know he’d b delayed. I got to stay with the cats longer. I was happy, but tried to ignore that damn picture.

Someone sent me a couple Thomas parodies. I enjoyed them. They were the George Carlin compilation dubs of swearing, and Ernest the engine. They were brilliant, and led the curiosity to check out the series again. I was actually looking for shining time, but found the original Thomas clips without the shining time bits tacked on. (Despite my upbringing, I was relatively unaware of Thomas until he was on pbs.) I decided to watch n see how I felt. The jaws immediately dropped n I sat there questioning meself. I thought ‘is stress causing me to find these trains good looking? What did I just think? Huhhhhh? Lmfaooooo’. I kept watching, and they kept getting better looking.

I’ll b honest, I hadn’t remembered there being other engines. I remember dad having a toy Annie or Clarabelle buried somewhere under the mess that was our dining room table. He had purchased her for some project he never got to. I hadn’t made the connection back then. Damn. Missed opportunity, that. Then again, I would have lost me Thomas stuff in the several moves that took place. I digress.

I returned home the next month, only to be sidelined by a swollen kidney that required 2 weeks bedrest. (This would be one of many that would eventually lead up to last year’s hysterectomy n 3 week hospital stint.) I binged the show whilst I healed. Up until season 5, it was just a succession of sexy male engines. We still had sexy males, but then we started getting more females and ugly engines. Diversity n the way of progress, I suppose. I did a couple digital drawings during this time. I need to really go back n practice more. As I got better, I started playing with the show clips, n put together that lovely filthy audio full length film I have swimming about somewhere here. I started collecting, i started writing filthy fanfics. Thomas got me into all sorts of creative things. I revisited the love of trains, and that’s bustling more than ever.

The frustrations I had with attraction (or lack thereof) with people has now found a healthy and amusing channeling via the engines. It’s given me confidence, n I no longer need to persue blokes (who were all adults - there were a few blokes who were just barely legal who were into me as a fetish, n I wasn’t going to entertain that. I’m not cougar material. It made me uncomfortable. I was into older men.) when I was into men, it was more for attention n validation. I had been so deprived of it all me life, I felt maybe it would help me feel whole. Yeah….no. However, apparently talking steam engines with sexy faces does tho, so yay!

[danger-noodle-uwu]

I'm new to tumblr so is this how you do request? May I request the brothers forgetting mc's birthday and later remembering it. How would they react? Maybe they were busy or something. Your choice if you wanna do the dateables too.

Trigger warning

Mentions of Angst/sad/slight comfort

Lucifer

Busy almost all the time, the first-born barely spent time with our dear Mc. He would try to finish the work only for more to be slammed on his desk.

Never would his brothers acknowledge his efforts or the sacrifices he made for them. Instead they'd mock him. Mock him for being absent at all family times. Mock him for doing what he does.

It was once again such a time, such a day. They didn't bother to care what the day has held for his beloved. It was their birth.

The birth of the one who truly changed his life along with his brothers. It was such a blessing yet he forgot about it. Entirely.

The Avatar of pride was strong, Lucifer wasn't. He was weak. Vulnerable. Especially against his brothers whom he adored with his entire being.

And the mocking words had stabbed him deeply, which made his current state as to how it was. Drunk. Wounded. Crying.

Rubbing his eyes, he awoke to a mess of his office which screamed the need for cleanliness.

During the process, he found the calender. A sweet calender gifted him by his doll.

A smile had crept on his face as he lifted it for what? Perhaps to calm the unsettling feeling in his bones that told him to run but where he didn't know?

While their lover was, Mc wilted much like a delicate flower would if the sun stopped shinning, they were laying curled on the floor of his room. Mc needed him.

How could he forget his own lover's birthday?! even after he promised... it hurts.. so much...

Yesterday. The poor human cut the cake wished themselves a happy birthday when he didn't...crying...in pain...

The realization hit hard. He ran to Mc's room as fast as he could. A shiver ran his spine and the horror in his stomach grew as each and every step was taken.

Yet could not find them, so he went over to his office expecting a fuming Mc.

He was once again not right, for his beloved was breaking down as he took them into his arms. Consoling.

He apologised and comforted them. Reassuring them over and over again. Reminding them his heart still is with them and no-could ever take it away.

He later threw a party, just like how you wanted. You. Him. And the growing fragrance of the candles surrounding you both.

Though late as it may have been, it was the best birthday the innocent human had. Smiling while he kissed your knuckles, he asked for your hand in marriage.

Never had you expected this...

"I Found the reason for my smile, the day I found you. Will you let me be the reason for your smile and marry me, my love?"

Mammon

As most had expected, he forgot your birthday due to witches or the modeling gig, he did not.

Instead he forgot about preparing your birthday gifts. His excitement had always gotten the best of him.

The Avatar of greed did not have enough budget to prepare the gift you dearly wished for, therefore multiple part-time jobs and skipping RAD became more often.

Despite the scolding, he didn't bother and worked on, just imagining the smile you'd make once you saw what he got you.

''I'll make Mc smile. Just one more hour extra and the budget would be*chef's kiss* '' he thought as his co-workers packed their belongings up.

It was late night and the moons shined brightly over the streets of devildom however he wasn't much worried because it was not like your birthday the next day. (it was)

Stretching his arms, he woke up around 1:35 pm due to his fucked up sleep schedule, only to be greeted by your excited figure cuddling him.

Grey-haired demon thought it was the Delirium before the day itself. He was wrong.

At first he acted totally oblivious to the fact any special day was just around the corner. He knew that surprises even more better!!

And then your great mammon ignored you for a while to rid of the risk of you following him to the destination.

Though his plan was to get your hopes down, he ended up making you cry. It hurts a lot especially when the love of your life forgets your birthday afterall you gave him everything he wanted on his.

The visit was successful. He even had extras left to treat you!!!

The was big achievement for someone who hated working to the slightest, to work for 3 weeks and multiple jobs!!!

But before he left, the seller mocked him about being a damned day late for this gift could have been sold at a better price if not booked.

That is when it all clicked and he panicked. Today was your birthday! Oh shit!!

He rushed home back to you. As he ran, he planned how to ask for your forgiveness.

" Oi Mc I'm sorry!--Oh hell no!!" "Mc I fucked I am sorry, please forgive afterall I'm your first man.--fuck this shit imma just play smooth."

Panting, he paused right before the door of your room and knocked lightly. Seeking your permission to enter.

You lazily opened the door for him, tired after shedding many tears for him.

Mammon instantly knew what to do. "Oi Mc I'm sorry for not wishing ya' a happy birthday earlier but I was busy buyin you somethin', here darlin' close your eyes."

Hearing his apology, you felt oddly happy and followed his request. Soon you felt a soft cold metal cling to your wrist. A bracelet, huh.?

"Open y'er eyes, human." On your wrist was bracelet that said 'His human' and another matching one was on his wrist which said 'Their stupid' . (Now isn't that adorable?)

"I was savin' up for this, so ya' better appreciate it. Hmph!" Giggling you yelled 'I love you' at him making him blush immediately.

However, when he spoke, he spoke genuinely and not in tsundere.

"Ya' make my life worth living. You bring smiles to my face, and y'er touch shows me how much you love me and care for me. Y'er my friend and my lover. Happy Birthday!"

Leviathan

With envy filled to the brim, Leviathan was very focused upon you and having your attention only for himself. To not let anyone snatch you away for they could better be than him, he'd make notes to treat you like royalty and improve his guilt-tripping habits.

Guilt, regret, shame. His heart screamed within the confines of his chest, as he rubbed your back assuring you that he still loved and will continue to do so.

It was his envy. It had always been his envy. Who always held him captive like a bird in a cage, he struggled to break free. He just couldn't.

The fault was his for if he hadn't given in to the jealousy named poison, you would be happily celebrating your birthday rather than crying in his embrace.

The fault was his for if he hadn't screamed at your friends who just came to congratulate you about getting in a relationship with the demon you very much loved and to wish you a birthday.

They left because of him. Not because he humiliated them but he forgot his own lover's birthday and called them a pathetic cheater, as they didn't feel like reminding of what the day was. They had left off with their friends, returning at HOL at night only to get yelled at.

Caring friends as they were, they tried convincing Mc to leave which his love refused. So, they left pitying the poor human.

No-matter how much Mc begged her companions to stay, they didn't.

Oh the suffering for His Normie, they ran upto him vulnerable-ly and started hitting him weakly, breaking down. Why was he? Why was he like this?! Why must he always leave you crying due to his envy?!

"Hey easy...calm down please, I'm sorry. I really am sorry, please forgive me and I promise I will make everything right. Please." "How..?" "Please trust me. My love." "Are you sure..?" "Yes...yes...I love you..."

Could you really trust his statement? You wondered. He could forget his word much like how he forgot your birthday.

The great admiral of hell's navy was true to his word, and successfully united you again with those who almost abandoned you or it seemed like--but no they were just disappointed. They were never going to do such a thing.

The meet went smoothly, and soon the the sun was setting casting shadows along with dying light, it was a dreamy sight for anyone.

Leviathan had known that he still had to make upto you properly and therefore, he took you to the cosmos of frodane.

Red, blue, yellow, any colour you could possibly think of was there, shining as brightly you were.

Taking in a shaky breath, the Avatar of envy gave you a bouquet, each flower consisting different scent which complimented the other.

The shimmer in your eyes gave you away and he gave you a sweetly addicting kiss while mumuring...

"I always cause some mess. It is never your fault. I’m sorry for making you feel unhappy. I cannot believe that I cause hurt to you. You are my only hope for my life. I promise you that I will do my best to make a better version of myself for you, my 3rd waifu~"

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And here we go... the pain and the suffering. Lol

Hope you like it and stay safe everyone. ♡♡♡

Have a good day!

[1ddotdhq]

💿Sun 13 Dec ‘20💙

Happy Birthday, Fine Line! Have a Louis show! (Seriously, why can’t I get cool shows for my birthday like that??). So today’s been a busy week, huh? 

It is, of course, Fine Line’s anniversary, and the celebration kicked off last night, with a twitter emoji (it's Harrrry! Doing the FL pose so so tiny!) and the DYKWYA website changing. It’s pink and black and blue and white, and now tells us that we’re “loyal” and “marvelous” and “memorable” and “powerful” and “rare” and “real” and “staying six feet apart” (or 70 other lovely options). So either HSHQ got their thesaurus out, or they tuned into Louis’ show last night, because that’s EXACTLY how I would describe it. Anyways, the day started with a Harry sighting! Well, a video from last week that is, of him doing a MakeaWish FaceTime in a blue snapback. And then there was a Harry Lambert interview, where he directly addressed the discourse around Harry’s fashion choices, saying, “Harry will never wear something that he doesn’t want to wear...I always say, 'I‘m not doing my job if I’m making someone wear things' because I just think if someone gets comfortable in what they’re wearing, then it doesn’t matter if I think it looks good.” He went on to say, “There’s never an element of me forcing him to wear anything”. So - TAKE THAT, transphobes! We all recognize that saying “the mean gay man is making Harry look gay/genderqueer” is, uh, a REALLY bad take, right? Anyways, hopefully that’s the end of it, but we all know it won’t be. He also told us that Harry chose the (fake) pearls, asking “can I just wear these every day?” and they were only replaced with real ones after that strand broke, that he tried to get H out of the Vans for the Golden vid but he said nah, and about the Golden and WS videos “I kind of saw it as the same man just in a different place in the world” which, well- yeah? But the implication that that man was not Harry is interesting. Aside from that, we got some more terrible merch from HSHQ (including a shirt that is a glove with legs stuck on it, wtf), a few celebratory tweets from HSHQ, The Forum, Jeff Azoff (there's a theme here lol) etc, AND! A post from Harry himself: “I couldn’t be more grateful for you all continually finding new ways to change my life. Thank you for listening, and for everything else. I love you always, but especially today. H”. What? That’s his name, isn’t it? 

But, of course, H wasn’t the only one celebrating online today! Louis came back and answered some of our questions about the show. The first is that he sold over - are you ready for this? - OVER 160,000 tickets for the show, making it the biggest online show of 2020 by a solo male artist, and the third largest overall of the year. Even the Sun had to admit how “exceptional” that is, describing the show as "the equivalent of eight nights at London’s O2 Arena." Doing the math, this means he raised over $3.1 million from ticket sales alone! HOLY SHIT! Hearing that, Louis came on twitter to say (in reply to a quote by his PR company lmao), “This is truly incredible. No major label, no radio, yet here we are. The feeling of support I get from you all every time I do something is unbelievable. Forever Thankful! And they never see us coming!”. Of course, this incited another round of label discourse, wondering if this means he is still an unsigned artist. Does this simply mean the livestream wasn't put on by a label, yes, does Louis absolutely know about the discourse and is he being deliberate, I would also say unmistakeably yes. Which is not to say we know ELSE it might mean -- is he signed to an indie? Still label shopping and waving how much more they need him than vice versa in the hopefuls' faces? Signed but the contract doesn't start until there's a record in play (which when you negotiate your own contract and establish artistic freedom, as we can be very sure was Louis' priority, is what labels DO - they don’t manage every aspect of an artists career)? Signed by a major label, but shading the FUCK out of Syco about radio play for Walls? What we DO know is that it wasn't a label that put the livestream on, and damn if that doesn’t make it 1000% more badass. “Memorable”, “powerful”, and “rare” indeed! He’s still early in the process of LT2, as he told us yesterday, so we might have to wait a little longer to figure out what’s happening business-wise, but he made sure to tell everyone that his fans were an integral part of his processing the most inspiring way possible: “the power and the magic comes from the people you guys,” I COULD CRY that's MY inspirational leader THANK YOU. He goes on to say “don't undermine your role in all this... together with your support we're unstoppable!” He also called us “fucking relentless” (god knows that's true) as Walls hit the charts AGAIN, and talked about how the money raised will go a long way. “WE did that!!”

And with that, let’s talk a little bit more about last night’s (“bold”, “extraordinary”) show! ‘‘Copy’ is making its rounds on the internet, but YouTube continues to take down recordings of the show, which SUCKS, because everyone should be able to see it! Maybe in a few days when some time has passed, they’ll let it go up without an issue, or maybe they'll answer our pleas (come through one more time Louis!) and put out a DVD (and live album too how about, YES? Yes.), til then there are the downloads going around tumblr! Good thing we got Louis' seal of approval or just imagine the discourse. The ‘H’ shirt Louis was wearing last night is a Reebok shirt, which was being distributed in a few different places, such one where you could get a discount if you used the code ‘HL40’ and another where it was $28, lol. Was it the loudest Louis shirt ever- I mean I would say an unqualified NO but many are voting YES and are reeling so that's really fun! Welcome to the gang guys. Not likely to win any awards for being loud with such incredible competition but still very good SBBing-- Louis was wearing a stuffed bear t shirt in rehearsal pics. When you know you know, I guess! ;) The band is also soaking in the praises (as they should!) and have been re-posting fans’ stories on Instagram all day (as did LTHQ) - cheers, boys! 

Today’s Liam and Roman alarm was ALL us (well, not allll us, Roman did explain that the alarms would feature fans every Sunday, but then he handed the mic over). “Waking up to Liam and Roman is the best thing EVER! I don’t know why it gives me so much serotonin,” said one fan. I do! It’s because Liam is a real, live puppy dog and he’s so genuinely sweet to his fans. Love him lots, but I love him even MORE when he’s ON the advent alarm!

[licuadora-nasir]

Thoughts on Eldarya ANE Episode 6.

Ah, yes, this great moment where I have to truly think about one of the reasons why I'm obsessed with fictional characters and realise that it's full of plot holes and incoherence. Great.

This is quite large, so I've splitted the ramblings in several topics, therefore, if you want to read about an specific subject, you just have to scroll down and take a look a the titles lol.

Erika

To begin with, let’s talk about Erika. I’m glad this episode inserted internal dialogues to give her development and personality, but there are some things I don’t get. How’s that you do not miss the place where you’ve lived more than 20 years? You have literally been one year and two months awake in eldarya.

That crap about how useful and appreciated you are here? At the beginning they saw you as some kind of hindrance, and now you’ve become both a myth and a legend, a tool, they don’t worry about your mental health nor Leiftan’s.

Basically, they’re relieved that you’re here again so you can fix their new and growing problems, to add insult to injury, you’ve been sent to a mission where if you hadn’t magically (and I said magically cause the sparkling guard already knew Leiftan wasn’t going to help her) recovered your powers you would have almost died several times. To pinpoint, I’m kinda disappointed this hate towards Lance has already ended. You literally despised him yesterday.

Koori

Koori, well, makes me very nervous. Yes, please do not come to roast me, I fully understand that this mission is a trigger to all her traumas, stress and anxiety, but there are behaviours that doesn’t justify it. The peebles, for example. In the battle, it was a delicate situation and it wouldn’t have been convenient to tell her how dumb she has been, but I dont agree with the “Don’t worry, it wasn’t your fault thing”, yes, yes it is.

You almost end your life because of the stupid peebles, and you knew they were dangerous for both you and your crew and you still kept them after being told to drop them. Very unprofessional. What I did like was her new growing friendship with Leiftan. I feel like those two might get along.

Leiftan

At first, I did understand Leiftan’s attitude. It’s completely understandable that he needs time to think about his well-being and mental health, but there are things that I can’t stand. One thing is that you do not want to use your powers and hurt people (whether enemy or not) and another is doing absolutely nothing, which is worthless.

Leiftan is completely capable of managing in any situation with or without his powers (please, he was part of the sparkling and managed to kill several people disguised as a stupid lorialet), and If he had wanted, he could have helped Koori waking her up, try and assist Matheiu when the kitsunes were after him OR KEEP EDGAR SAFE with a low-key profile. However, his great decision was running to the boat leaving his crew in a dangerous and mortal situation. Lol.

Yes, it was Huang Hua’s fault for forcing him to go to that mission but he isn’t dumb, he knew what to expect from this situation.

Nevra, Lance, Mathieu.

I don’t have much to say about Lance and Nevra? Yeah, it was utterly cruel leaving Edgard to froze to death, but honestly? Coming from those two I’m not surprised lol. It was a logical and a stupid decision, cause I don’t know what they would have told Huang Hua as an excuse of why the two most powerful men in the guard coouldn’t find a solution to get a human in the boat. Guess you’d have to eat less, but after living in a world where food and water used to be racionated, I think you’ve been through worst lmao.

I liked how they expressed that Mathieu was very worried for his friend, during the whole episode we’ve seen he was genuinely concerned about Koori and how he appreciates her.

Edgard.

Edgard is a great example that explains that Beemoov does know how to write characters, but sometimes I don’t know why but it seems that they don’t feel like doing it. We’ve get a character with humanity (You cannot convince me that Erika and Mathieu act like humans lmao), that has reacted as any other human would have done in his circumstances, suffering cold, hunger, fear and dirtiness. I’ve liked him since pretty much the beginning, I’ve even become fond of him.

Honestly, even though it has been heartbreaking and expected, my favourite scene it’s his death. During the whole episode Mathieu and Erika have been trying to cheer him up, to calm him down, while they’re hope about saving Edgard and show him the world of Eldarya (starting with the companions while Erika, Edgard and Lance were having a conversation) was sinking. Damn., even I for a moment was hopeful.

The moment where Ophelia appeared and said that one of them was going to die while Edgard was terrified freaked me out, but it freaked me out in a good sense.

His assassination was… Scenic. After all those promises Erika made to the man, telling him she would keep him safe and sound, Tenjin threw a dagger at his throat in the middle of their departure, and Edgar falls dead. Gardienne doesn’t even have and opportunity to process how all her expectations are shattered when she was dragged to the boat, leaving Edgard's lifeless body on the snow. A reminder of how Eldarya is a cruel world where humans doesn’t have a place. A very dramatic moment, one of those that characterize Eldarya and that I missed so much.

Conclusion

In a nutshell, the plot’s development has been slow, there have been a lot of filling about useless explanations of obvious things that could have been replaced with MORE MOMENTS with the LOVE INTERESTS, and the last dialogue with d¡the crush… LMAO, come on let’s be honest, I’m glad they didn’t forget this is an otome, but was it really the moment after that failure of a mission? HAHAHAHAHA, oh goddamn, you better give me the flirting soon or I’ll drive mad Beemoov. A slow episode but with good moments.

[timextoxhajima]

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*SHORT SERIES

Member: j u y e o n

Genre: drama with chaebol/lawyer juyeon

A/N: I’m investing way too much feelings and emotions into this i might cry when it ends. this chapter is more serious i guess i can’t be writing angst and smut every chapter LOL

Link to other parts: 

I Never Wanna See You Again

Frustrated (light smut)

Love Somebody (light smut)

Play With Fire (smut)

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“i’m playing with fire.”

all you wanted to do was have breakfast, but you walk out along the hallways of the second floor only to watch an entire crowd of staff members push and pull countless of racks across the living room. 

the female staff member who recognised you from the previous week notices you standing awkwardly behind the wall, struggling to process the crowd at the foot of the stairs. 

you watch her say something to another staff member, before she strolls across the living room and heads up the stairs to greet you.

“i’m going to hope you don’t have any clothes of your own,” she smiles at you, eyes flitting to your neck for a split second and looks at your bare legs. 

“uh--” you stumble on your tongue, having trouble finding any words to say. you completely forget about the marks on your neck, and you were only in his underwear with the large pullover barely covering your rear. 

“i’m gonna get you a robe while you choose your clothes for today and i’ll run you a bath before you have breakfast.”

you watch as she walks away into the bathroom, and again, you wonder why it was so difficult to think of anything to say. you had expected the house staff to be judging you for sleeping with him, but they all seemed so nice and candid, it was a little difficult to believe. 

you just couldn’t get the idea of juyeon being such a kind, relaxed boss out of your head. 

she returns from the bathroom with a robe, the water now running and a rose scent begins to waft through your nose. “here,” she hands you the robe and waits for you to put it on. 

“mr lee wanted you to pick out as many clothes as you wanted, and he wants you to know not to worry about the price.”

you reach the bottom of the stairs with her standing right next to you, and you see at least three racks of clothes surrounding the living room. there were at least two full-body mirrors next to the sofas, and a separate mobile shelf with shoes. 

“uh... do i have to? where are my clothes from yesterday?” your hand unconsciously reaches up to your neck to cover your skin. 

“in the laundry! we’ll get it steamed and ready for you by lunch, but right now, he’s told us he wants to see you in something from any of these racks. he didn’t exactly give us much choice either,” she gives you a look that comforts you, gently patting your arm to encourage you. 

you choose out exactly five different sets of clothes, which included shoes. you suddenly feel like you went on a splurge and your credit card would’ve exceeded by now, judging by the brands the clothes were from. 

you soak yourself in the bathtub, the light from behind you illuminating the white, black and golden surfaces. you couldn’t help but to let your head replay the memories from the night before as the rose scent pulls all the knots in your body apart. 

it felt like you were on vacation, when you were really just... feeding off your boyfriend’s wealth. you felt guilty, and frankly, a little worried that people were going to start thinking you were with him for his money. 

you haven’t done anything for him besides curse at him, take the credit for his workings for the case and sleep in his bed. 

you shake your thoughts away, deciding that it was time for you to get your due breakfast before working on the case. 

you were pushing the last few bites of the strange looking pudding around in the bowl, and the female staff from before was in the dining room with you, arranging the cutlery and utensils away from sight.

“hey, uh--” you call out, looking at her while mrs jung comes out of the kitchen. you wonder why it took you three meals before you notice that you could see into the kitchen. the dining table was right next to a black counter where mrs jung would leave the food right after it was prepared, and the kitchen itself looked extravagant.

“you called?” the female staff lays down the plate and walks over to your side. 

“yeah, uh...” you scratch your temple, slightly pulling on the turtleneck you chose to hide the bruises he left. “you don’t-- happen to think that... i’m with mr lee for his money... do you?”

the female staff blinks in surprise at you, and before she could respond, mrs jung does the honor. 

“oh, my dear, definitely not! you’d be surprised at how good juyeon-nim is at picking out who’s genuine and who isn’t.” you turn and watch mrs jung carry some leftover food back into the kitchen. 

“we were very surprised when he asked you to stay last friday, past the time where the house staff gets off work. he doesn’t like guests over, unless they are his parents... so it was nice to see him bring someone back.”

you let a small laugh escape your lips, feeling the blood rush up to your ears and cheek. 

hold on. 

‘someone’?

“you mean he’s never brought anybody home before?” 

“not willingly, no.” mrs jung responds from the kitchen. “juyeon-nim is only friendly to people he trusts and even then he’s extremely cautious, though sometimes a little dense... but now that we know how comfortable he is with you, and we’re all just happy for him.”

you feel a second wave of embarrassment wash over you, your hand now wrapping around your own neck and pulling up the material to hide any possible marks that were peeking out from under. 

“you don’t have to hide those as long as you’re here. everybody knows what happened,” the female staff member teases you, clearing the plates that you literally licked the crumbs off from before. 

“awh... nooooo,” you whine, hiding your face in your hands. 

the staff member laughs at your embarrassment, encouraging you to finish your dessert before she tells you where his office was. 

you get the door open, and the first thing you notice was the similar L-shaped glass windows like his bedroom had. the desk sat on the right side, with a main leather seat back facing a large shelf. the levels were alternated between files and small, expensive-looking statues and souvenirs. 

right before the glass panels were two single-seaters with a small coffee table between them, and your eyes took awhile to notice the little fridge under the table. 

you log into the computer with ease, surprised that there wasn’t a password required. you remember mrs jung saying that he doesn’t have anybody over, and you figure that nobody else has been in his office anyway. the worry about someone hacking into his files was non-existent. 

your suitcase was already placed by the table, and you wonder when did it get here. did he leave it in here last night? this morning? or did he get a staff member to do it?

the online system was perfectly synced with the system you had in the office, and all you needed to do was log in with your information before your case displays itself on the screen. 

you get to work almost immediately, every now and then looking past the computer screen to look out the large glass windows. 

the clouds were so fluffy against the bright blue sky today, and you couldn’t help but imagine chanhee, eric and sunwoo’s reactions when they notice you didn’t clock in today.

oh. chanhee, eric and sunwoo.

you reach over to your suitcase and pull out your cellphone, noticing the nearly ten missed calls you got from them starting about five minutes before the supposed reporting time. 

chanhee: where the hell are you? its 7.55am!

eric: did she oversleep

chanhee: she doesn’t oversleep

sunwoo: not with that annoying ass alarm she’s got

you smile to yourself, unable to contain your happiness as you scroll down.

chanhee: why do we have to hear about your absence from our manager?

sunwoo: wait

eric: OH MY GOD

sunwoo: mf WAIT

eric: DID THE BOSS TELL OUR MANAGER THAT YOU WEREN’T COMING IN TODAY

sunwoo: DID YOU SLEEP WITH HIM AGAIN

chanhee: but he’s in office! 

sunwoo: so? he could’ve just left her at home and came to work to reduce suspicion cause it’ll too obvious if the both of them are absent

eric: unless...

sunwoo: i’m betting on that and OTHER REASONS

eric: i was thinking about other reasons

chanhee: whatever the reason, call us during our lunch break!

eric: yeah we want details

sunwoo: fucking disgusting

you snort to yourself, ready to keep your phone away and finish up the case. 

but the aggressive vibration from your phone stops you just as you laid it down, and you sigh heavily when you see the caller ID. 

“yello,” you put the phone down on the table, keeping it on loudspeaker. 

“why do you sound so glum? i return from a two month trip and this is how you greet me?”

you roll your eyes, laying your hands right at the keyboard. “hi mom, how was your trip to san francisco?”

“oh, it was gorgeous!” she says with a strange accent. must’ve been the american air for two months. “i was pretty sad to leave, but nothing can stop me from coming back to see you!”

“when have you ever needed to see me?” your tone was unenthusiastic, and you resist the urge to hang up altogether. 

“aw, no, honey,” she whines. “are you still mad about last year?”

“just so you know, i’m gonna stay mad for quite a bit, so don’t expect anything different.”

“aw, but you did say you wanted swavroski--”

“yeah, a swavroski ring! not the damn brand!” you huff, burying your face into your hands. your eyes were on the screen, staring at the case document, but all you could hear was the heavy breathing over the phone. 

“i take it that you haven’t signed the contract to claim ownership of the brand.”

“of course i didn’t! i left home so i could build a life for myself. you promised me that you’d leave me and my finances and my life alone. you know i don’t want you or dad’s help but you go ahead and buy a whole jewellery brand?!”

silence. 

“i’m never signing that contract, just so you know. it’s been sitting at home since you had it mailed to me while you ran off to canada.”

“are you still living in that tiny flat by the lake outside of town?”

you pick up a pinch of contempt in her voice. “yeah, what’s so bad about my 'tiny flat’?”

“nothing,” liar. “i just want you to have the best we can afford.”

“again with the ‘we’. how many times do i have to tell you that i don’t want you or dad’s help?”

“but--”

“no,” you snap into the phone, picking it up and hovering your thumb over the hang up button. “i’m gonna go now because i have work to do. don’t call me unless it’s to tell me that someone else already owns swavroski.”

you finally hang up and you throw the phone back into your suitcase, hands on your forehead as you return your attention to the screen. 

needed me? what a load of bullcrap. 

maybe if she didn’t treat you like some kind of trophy when you were younger, you’d believe that she genuinely loved you. 

you were called to lunch when the sun was at its highest, the blinding rays bouncing off windows and the metal from buildings that it heated up the room like a toaster. 

mrs jung’s food never fails to deliver, and the female staff from before struggles to tuck your napkin into your clothes so that the gravy doesn’t fly about. 

you were mindlessly praising the hell out of mrs jung’s pasta when you hear a staff outside the dining room shout. you turn at the sound of the doors swinging open, and you find yourself standing immediately at the sight of a lady who looked like a million bucks. 

“what do you mean he’s in offic--” the lady finally turns her attention from the staff outside the dining room and to you. “and... who are you?”

so much for that lunch phone call to your friends.

you find yourself sitting awkwardly opposite her, carefully watching as she swirls the wine in her glass. you feel her eyes pierce right through you, and your hands reach up to your turtleneck in a bid to pull it upwards.

“there’s no need to hide,” she nearly scolds you, and the harsh tone strikes a chord in you. “i know who you are.”

what?

“you’re the reason why my son’s fiance is in shambles right now.”

his what--

“i’m sorry, who?” you squint your eyes at her, for a split second forgetting that she was the mother of your now-boyfriend.

“he didn’t tell you?” she offers a smile of disbelief. “and here i was thinking he changed for the better.”

“’for the better’? he wanted to leave the country to do charity work, not run away.”

“he was running away from the responsibilities he was born to shoulder. we do enough charity for him to stay,” she leans forward on the table, one palm pressed flat on the surface. 

“but he didn’t even want the damn law fi--”

“mother!” 

the both of you turn to the door of the dining room. every staff member within your line of vision looked like they were scared shitless, which was a strange sight, considering how relaxed and candid they were in the absence of this... crazy lady.

who might be my mother-in-law? ugh. 

“you should’ve told me you’re visiting,” juyeon walks in the doors and the staff members shut them behind him. he grabs a seat next to you, and it visibly stuns his mother. 

“i wouldn’t have bothered if i knew you weren’t even at home,” she watches in slight disgust as juyeon leans into your face and plants a kiss on your cheek. your eyes widen and your heart feels extremely heavy. “care to explain what is going on?”

juyeon carefully sits his suitcase next to his chair as the kitchen staff serves him a glass of wine. you remember the only food that was prepared was only for you and the staff members.

“what’s there to explain? i never said i agreed to marry anybody i was told to.”

you watch anxiously, eyes switching between juyeon, who was calmly sipping on his wine, and his mother, who was so angry that you could almost see the steam escaping from her ears...

“and so you run off and sleep with some random girl?”

ouch.

“will she still be ‘some random girl’ if you knew what she was capable of? she’s closed more cases in six months than i did in a year, mother.”

“i didn’t think a lawyer would let someone leave such savage marks all over her body like this!” she berates you, hand carelessly gesturing to all of you.

“which year did you walk through a portal from? it’s not the 1800s, mother.”

wow, so she blames me and not the one who made these marks?

“girls nowadays.”

you could feel juyeon’s frustration hit the roof, and the atmosphere in the dining hall gets heavier as each second passes in silence. 

“what are you here for, anyway? just to ask me about me dumping my fiance who i never even loved? i don’t even like her face, mother. she’s an incapable princess who does nothing but sit around and gets waited on.”

“forget about that, you’ve gone ahead and spent your weekend breaking off the engagement anyway,” his mother glares at the two of you. 

didn’t he spend his weekend with his family--

“but i do want to know why you’re back in the office.”

juyeon locks his jaw in odd angles, and if you didn’t know it was his mother who was pissing him off, you would’ve thought he was going to throw a punch across the table. 

“what do you mean ‘why i’m back in the office’? doing my job and accepting my responsibilities like you wanted to!” 

“and you didn’t have the decency to at least inform us? we were ready to re-sell it to the bureau director!” 

juyeon sucks in a deep breath and stands up, eyes tightly shut as you watch him collect his feelings. his mother remains relaxed in the seat opposite you, arms tightly crossed over her chest but her face still brimming with anger and dissatisfaction. 

“okay,” he leans downwards, pressing his palms flat against the surface of the table. “if you’re so upset then i assume a contract has already been drawn up, yes?”

his mother doesn’t respond. 

“alright, i’ll contact the bureau director and i’ll explain the situation. it’s you the bureau director has a problem with, anyway. it’ll be easy for me.”

your face was turned to juyeon, but your eyes couldn’t resist the temptation to look at his mother. she had just been outspoken by her son, and you felt so proud of him for standing up for himself. 

his mother finishes the win, visibly angry. she gets up and leaves the dining hall, and when you hear the lift ‘ding’ followed by the sound of its gears shutting its doors, you heaved a sigh of relief.

the entire room relaxes and begins helping to clear the table. juyeon was the only one who looked like he was about to burst from anger and frustration. 

you stand up and wrap your arms around his torso, leaning your chin on his shoulder.

“hey.”

“i’m sorry you had to see that.”

you shake your head, pulling away and hugging his arm instead. 

“i’m sorry that i lied about what i did over the weekend, and i’m sorry i didn’t tell you i was already engaged.”

you let the pain of the realisation sink in for a moment, before giving him a weak smile. “well, it wasn’t really a lie. you said it was something to do with your family... and besides, you broke off the engagement.” you reach over his chest and find his arm to pull him to face you, looking up at him whose eyes were filled with remorse. 

naturally, a shitty feeling swamps you when you lose sight of his prideful, authorial self, so you pull his face down to meet yours and you feel him melt into the kiss. 

“do you need to go back to the office?” you let him go, his hands now resting on your waist.

“yeah,” he sighs apologetically. “i only came back because the lobby called to tell me my mother was here.”

“aw,” you grin in attempt to shake off the tension that was still hanging in the air. “nice to know you came back to save me from your mother.”

a smile appears on his lips, and he pulls you in all so suddenly, planting a soft kiss on your forehead.

“maybe i shouldn’t leave my marks so high up your neck next time.”

you sigh with your lips in smile, pressing your head into his chest as he wraps his arms tightly around you. 

THE NEXT DAY

your arm was linked tightly with juyeon’s as he walks you up the stairs of the grand hotel, the ends of your gown dragging along the marble surface to the restaurant where he would meet the bureau director. 

you couldn’t take your eyes off him, though the simple suit was nothing compared to the dress he had prepared for you within a day’s notice. you reach the restaurant entrance and the lady immediately recognises him, turning to lead you two into the restaurant and in the corner where the private rooms were.

“so just to be clear, ignore your mother and be nice to the bureau director, right?” you giggle as the restaurant staff knocks on the door. 

juyeon laughs and pecks you on your temple. “maybe if you ignore her enough, she’ll start wanting your attention.”

you snicker to yourself, watching the door pull open and the light from inside spills out. 

you trail behind juyeon and look into the room, and your heart stops in your chest.

the world stops revolving around the sun and your breath hitches in your throat, your grip on juyeon’s arm tightening instantly when you see the two people in the room. 

“mother,” juyeon awkwardly starts, only noticing your sudden grip on his arm. 

mother. 

she looks at you with wide, surprised eyes before they dissipate into a wide smile. 

“this is the bureau director, mrs--”

“it’s alright,” she stops juyeon. “i know who she is.”

you gulp and your chest collapses in on itself. 

of all people, THIS bureau director just had to be your mother?

Part 6: Bourbon

[threeletterslife]

On a Cold Summer Day

→ summary: Maybe deciding to leave California to attend uni in New York was the dumbest decision you've ever made. It's fucking freezing here! You don't think you can survive without the beach twenty minutes away from your living space. At least you have a native New Yorker Kim Seokjin to help you adjust. Kinda.

→ pairing/rating: seokjin x reader | PG-13

→ genre: 70% fluff, 30% crack | college!au

→ warnings: profanity, mentions of sex, implied sex, dating apps lol (tinder & bumble)

→ wordcount: 7.2k

cr. 

This is a motherfucking abomination.

They're asking you to come to class on a Monday at 8 in the morning??? What kind of fucking monstrosity was this? You thought college was supposed to be a goodbye to waking up early. Now you have to take your goddamn philo 101 class at the asscrack of dawn (okay, it's not exactly dawn, but still).

It's too early to be discussing Socrates and human ethics and all that head-aching shit. And even worse, it's fucking freezing in New York!

You're what people call the basic SoCal girl. You grew up with palm trees in your backyard. Anything below 80 degrees is enough to make you bring out your winter jackets (which aren't really real jackets either). In fact, your definition of a winter jacket is slipping on a lightweight flannel over your usual tank top.

But now, in New York, damn the weather wasn't kind. You wear a parka to class and when you're waddling about the campus, you look like a giant marshmallow. Honestly, it's a little humiliating.

It hasn't even been a month and you already miss California. God, you miss the sunshine. And also In-N-Out.

The college workload isn't as bad as you anticipated so even after attending your dreaded morning classes, you're left with a sufficient amount of time. You used to spend those extra hours on Tinder, passing left and right on guys with the swipe of your thumb as you drooled over their shirtless profile pictures.

But ever since you met Jungkook—

Ah, Jungkook. He was a very interesting story. How do you start telling this? Hm.

Well, it really started on the first day of college. The moment after you attended orientation, found your dorm, kissed your parents goodbye and said hello to your roommates, you revisited your trust-worthy dating app, Tinder while lounging on your bed. All that professional business on the first day of uni kind of made you horny.

Back in California, you had a few memorable encounters with your Tinder partners that left you blushing and hot-faced for weeks. When your high school besties found out you were moving away from the Golden State to attend NYU, they would not let it go about all the hot NYC men you would be able to, er for the lack of better word choice, bang.

So you were going to listen to them and hook up with a New York guy. And not even twenty seconds into your swiping party on Tinder, you spot him.

His name is Jeon Jungkook. 20. NYU student. Civil Engineering. Hot damn. You had to take a few seconds to stalk his profile before screaming internally and victoriously swiping right. Now you just had to wait until he swipes right on you. If you're lucky, maybe you could get laid tonight.

And lucky you were.

You dressed in a simple outfit (that'd be easy to discard) and met Jungkook at the Shake Shack for a casual date (in which the burgers are not as half as good as the burgers in In-N-Out). After some casual discussion that honestly didn't last too long, he took you back to his rented apartment.

And then you had the worst sex in your life. Not that Jungkook was lacking in the downstairs department, (no, no he was pretty measurable), but apparently he had a roommate that would not fucking shut up for the life of him. It's not a very sexy experience when you hear someone loudly rage quit Minecraft in the room next to you.

But you and Jungkook had both laughed it off. After all, the two of you already really clicked. And on your part, although you didn't quite have the perfect hook up, you found a likable NYC man. You were surely going to see him again.

See him again you did. Jungkook made sure his roommate would be gone this time before the two of you lay down on his couch and began watching some random rom-com. Halfway through, he initiated some making out, which was as perfect as making out could get. Until you muttered something about how "sexy a NYC man is."

Jungkook laughed so hard he almost fell off the couch. The rest of the night was not spent having sex. Instead, the two of you stayed up late talking about your home states, which both happened to be California. You were so excited about meeting another Californian that your horniness completely dissipated.

And from then on, you and Jungkook became close buddies with slight benefits. (You found him to be a better platonic companion than a sexual partner.) Mostly you came to him to rant about New Yorkers, and he would laugh at you, telling you that you would get used to it.

So, that was your story with Jungkook.

Now you're on your way to his apartment with some Shake Shack to-go so the two of you can watch Shark Tank (which you've been dying to see). When you finally reach Jungkook's apartment and knock on his door, to your surprise Jungkook doesn't answer it. Instead, a tall man—a handsome man—stands looking at your rather puzzled face.

He's so unbelievably hot that your breath hitches.

"Hey," the man says, grinning. "JK's girl?"

"I'm single," you blurt out, no doubt making googly eyes at the man in front of you. "I-I brought some Shake Shack," you offer. "Um, Jungkook and I were, like, supposed to hang out..."

"I'm here!" Jungkook's calls from inside the apartment. "Let her in, bitch!"

"Yesterday I was 'motherfucker' and today, I'm 'bitch,' apparently," the Bitch Man says. "I think JK's forgotten my name." When he laughs, you don't know why you feel flustered. "I'm Seokjin," he says, gesturing for you to come into the apartment. "But you can call me Jin. Or any variation. I don't really care. As long as it's not 'bitch.' " Seokjin glares at Jungkook who's snickering in the background.

"O-Okay," you say, stumbling into the apartment and nearly tripping over your own shoes as you place the takeout bag on the kitchen counter.

"Hey, Y/N!" Jungkook says, slapping your back as he greets you merrily as usual. "Long time no see! I have the show on TV already. You ready?"

"Yeah, yeah," you say quickly. "Dude, but like who the fuck is the hottie?" you whisper urgently to your friend. "Like I don't remember you telling me you know someone like that."

"Oh, him?" Jungkook snorts. "That's my roommate."

Your eyes turn wide as you gape open-mouthed at the handsome figure casually lounging on the couch already. "Shut up. He's the fucking Minecraft rage quitter??"

Jungkook laughs. "Yeah. Not so handsome anymore, huh?"

You're still in shock, stuttering to find an answer, but Jungkook laughs at your pathetic attempt, grabbing the Shake Shack bag and dragging you over to the couch.

"Dude, is he like going to hang out with us?" you ask Jungkook in a low whisper, nodding over at Seokjin who was busily using his phone.

"Yeah, I hope you don't mind," Jungkook tells you as he man spreads on the right side of the couch, putting you in the middle of the two men. "His Bumble date canceled on him last minute. So I'm trying to patch up his enormous ego."

"Fuck, of course I don't mind," you hiss at him. "But if you told me earlier, I wouldn't have come here in sweats. Like I thought it was weird that you ordered two burgers, but like I just thought you had a huge appetite today!"

"I think you look hot in sweats."

"Well, thanks." Wait. You freeze. That was definitely not Jungkook's voice. A blush creeps up your cheeks as you turn to your left, only to see Seokjin, gazing at you with friendly eyes and a bright smile. "O-Oh!" you sputter. "T-Thanks, Jin. Sorry, it's just that like, I, uh I take first impressions pretty... um, seriously."

The man on your left laughs out loud. "Y/N, my first impression of you was weeks ago. I heard you and Jungkook through the wall."

Your mouth drops open. "No."

"Yes," Jin insists.

"NO!" you shout, leaning back from Seokjin and squishing Jungkook in the process. "Were you trying to be a loud gamer to drown out our noises?!" you shriek.

"Yes?" Seokjin says so obviously that he even phrases it like it's a question.

"Oh, god," you groan, burying your face in your hands. "I'm sorry. I'm, like, actually so, so sorry."

Jungkook tries hard not to burst out laughing at your humiliation and even Jin can't help but grin.

"It's fine," Seokjin says. "You made it up to me with the burgers!" he exclaims, fishing out his Shake Shack hamburger from the bag and breathing in deeply. "Ahh," he sighs dreamily, "the best hamburger money can buy."

Okay. You have to admit that his perfect New York accent is hot, but you can't just ignore what he had just uttered. "I think In-N-Out has the best hamburger money can buy," you say, crossing your arms over your chest quite authoritatively. You tend to become quite defensive about Californian culture.

Jungkook snickers at how serious you've become in a matter of seconds but he stays silent.

Seokjin looks at you with his eyebrows raised and an amused smile on his lips. "Really?" he says. "You should get used to the Shake Shack then. We don't have In-N-Out around here."

Your mouth drops open for the second time today as you jerk your body around to stare at Jin. "What the fuck do you mean there's no In-N-Out?"

The man shrugs, relaxing back with his burger in hand and grinning at you. "I mean, we do have better burgers at the Shake Shack."

You groan, collapsing back on the couch and staring defeatedly at the bright TV screen. "I miss California."

"Jungkook went through the same thing," Seokjin assures you. You slowly turn your head to look at him. "I helped him assimilate to NYC life. And now look at him! He's so good at acting like a pure-blood New-Yorker that you even called him a 'sexy NYC man!' "

Oh, no. That particular memory sears through your head, leaving you flustered and quite frankly, frustrated.

"What?? How do you even—" you pause to glare at Jungkook who suddenly refuses to look your way. "I can't believe you told him, Jungkook!"

"We're roommates. We tell each other everything," Seokjin proudly says.

"Oh, god," you mutter under your breath.

"Seok's right, though," Jungkook pipes up. "He's the man to go to when you want to get into the NYC spirit! The dude was born and raised here. He knows everything you need to know about New York. Hang out with him a few times and you'll surely have to drop your SoCal girl status."

You huff. "But like I love being a SoCal girl!"

"We'll see how fast that can change," Seokjin grins.

This isn't a date... is it?

Seokjin had offered to take you out to wander about New York and guide you around to sight-see. He'd told you to dress casually, but how casual is New York casual?? You end up wearing a wine-red sleeveless romper and some cute gladiator sandals, which would honestly make you feel underdressed if you walked anywhere around LA like this.

But one step out into the cold night air, your teeth begin to chatter aggressively. Seokjin's already waiting for you outside of your dorm building and he laughs out loud when he sees you shivering violently.

"You sound like a woodpecker," he snorts. "You look cute, by the way."

"T-T-Thanks," you stutter. "Holy shit, Seokjin, how are you in a T-shirt and shorts right now? It's so motherfucking cold, goddammit!"

Jin throws his head to laugh—almost as if you told the funniest joke in the world. Which, you did not. "It's only 70 degrees, Y/N!"

"It is not!" you argue. "Shiver me fucking timbers, it has to be at least thirty degrees. Where's the snow??"

"Well, maybe you shouldn't have worn a sleeveless romper then," Seokjin teases you. "Do you want to go back inside and change?"

"No!" you say. "It's called fashion. Back in California I could wear whatever the fuck I wanted. Like, do you understand that my wardrobe's being limited here??"

Seokjin shrugs, nudging you playfully as he gestures toward the night sky. The brisk air nips at your bare arms and tickles your nose, making you huddle closer to the man next to you. He merely smiles at your action and wraps a warm arm around you. "Welcome to New York, Y/N."

School keeps you busy for a good few months. Meeting up with Jungkook to rant about New York's rat problem and nasty subways while drooling over California's great wonders has become a rarity especially when you're trying hard to maintain your straight-A streak (literally since the day you were born). You haven't even touched Tinder on your phone for a good three months! (And that has nothing to do with the fact that you kinda might have a crush on Kim Seokjin.)

You've been texting him a few times a week (though you've never really gotten to meet up after your first, uh, "date." But the flirty texts he sends you and the promise of meeting up after all of your major exams makes you work twice as hard on your schoolwork. Jin also incessantly teases you about your strange Californian dialect, but you don't mind—especially when you can bag him for replacing every 't' sound with a 'd,' thanks to his New York accent. (He keeps pronouncing 'the' like 'da' and you have to admit, it's a little endearing.)

By the time Thanksgiving Break rolls around, you're deep in the process of organizing your lecture notes so you don't let yourself go out for a whole week.

And when Winter Break rushes in, you and Jungkook take off to California to reunite with family, leaving Seokjin to drown alone in the New York festivity while you and Kook enjoy a hot winter (literally). But the two of you make sure to come back to New York during New Year's to celebrate the iconic ball drop.

"I don't have to watch it on TV anymore!" you had said triumphantly.

When the countdown had signaled a New Year, you weren't lip-locking with either of your friends (but you didn't really mind). Instead, Seokjin had popped a bottle of apple cider (because you and Jungkook couldn't legally drink yet). Jin sipped his own champagne as he watched his younger friends get sugar drunk on apple cider.

All too soon, Winter Break is over. And now's the start of a new semester at NYU, but you already know your classes and professors so you finally let yourself relax. (Jungkook always tells you it's crazy how strongly you radiate work-hard and play-hard energy.)

Yet no matter how long you spend in New York, you just can't get used to it. It must be because you've mostly been stuck inside studying.

The moment you meet up with Jin again, you're brought into the world of New York once more.

"I missed your accent!" you yell as you nearly bulldoze over Seokjin to hug him when he opens the door to his apartment for you.

"Wow. You didn't miss me?" he jokes as he embraces you, tugging you into his apartment and closing the door behind you. "I thought you'd be happier to see me and not hear my insanely hot accent."

"Keep talking, please," you giggle, burying your face against his chest.

"You have no shame, Y/N," Seokjin sighs, but he lets you cling onto him as he waddles backward and towards the small living space with the TV set in it. "JK's out on Tinder date so the apartment is for us," he tells you as he practically throws you on the couch. "What do you wanna do?"

You huff, straightening up your clothes and glaring at Jin for tossing you. "I appreciate it. Like I'm totally not a fragile package," you mutter sarcastically. "I don't know. I guess we can, like, do anything. Are you in the mood of staying in..? Or, like, do you wanna go out?"

"Hmmm," Seokjin pretends to think. He collapses on the couch next to you, staring up at the ceiling with a thoughtful look on his face. "How about we go out?" he says. "You've been cramped up in your dorm room for so long, I think you need fresh air."

"It's like you can read my fucking mind," you grin. "Where to?"

"We're going to get some New York-style pies!"

"Oh, shit," you say. "I love pies."

Apple pie, blueberry pie, key lime pie... Fuck, I'm practically salivating already.

Seokjin winks at you, hoisting you up on your feet and marching toward the apartment door. "Pies, here we come!"

"I fucking thought we were getting pies, Seokjin. Like, dude. This is a pizza parlor," you grumble, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Oh, Y/N," Seokjin laughs, ruffling your hair with affection, but when you glare daggers into him, he stops with a nervous chuckle. "Well, we New Yorkers call whole pizzas, pies. It makes more sense that way."

You nearly rip out your hair. "How does that make sense? Pizza and pie are two completely different things! What do you call your pies then??"

"We call them pies!"

"Huh??"

"Whatever," Seokjin snorts. "You need to get used to all of this New Yorker dialect and slang," he says, nudging you. "What do you want on your pizza pie? I'm getting a whole one so JK can have the leftovers."

"Um, I usually get cheese, mushrooms, goat cheese and oregano," you say. "But, like, I'll take anything except pineapples. Pineapples on pizza is a fucking sin."

Jin gasps loudly, putting a hand on his heart. "I always put pineapples on my pies!"

"Oh no. Don't tell me you're one of those people," you groan. "Come on, Jin, I thought you knew better! Like I swear, it's a New Yorker thing—"

"Don't you try to put the blame on New York!" Jin says. "Besides, JK likes pineapples on his pizza pies too, so maybe you're the weird one."

"God, not Kook too."

"Well, we'll get half with pineapples and half without," Seokjin compromises. "How does that sound?"

"Abominable," you mutter under your breath. If there are pineapples anywhere on the pizza, every slice will still have that disgusting tangy taste to it.

"Sorry?"

"I-I mean, that sounds great!" you feign an over-enthused look on your face as you pump your fist in the air. "But you're paying."

Seokjin rolls his eyes but agrees.

And the rest of the time spent goes rather smoothly. The two of you poke fun at each other as usual, and you only mildly get offended when Seokjin pulls the:

"Hey, Y/N?"

"Mm?" you say with your mouth stuffed with pizza (you never thought New York-style pizza could beat the Californian-style but here you are).

"I need to ask you one more thing before we wrap up and I walk you to your dorm," he says, handing you a napkin when you finally swallow your food.

"Thanks," you say. "Ask away."

"I've always wondered," Seokjin says as he leans forward, resting his chin on his upright hand, "why do you excessively say the word, 'like?' "

You let out an unflattering yelp, almost choking on your own spit. Quickly, you take a sip of your ice-cold water to ease the scratchiness of your throat. "Like, what do you mean?" you manage to choke out after an embarrassingly awkward pause.

"I mean, I'm just curious why you say 'like' every five seconds," Jin says, cocking his head. "Is it a SoCal thing? Or a Y/N thing?"

"It is not a Y/N thing! Like a lot of other girls do this, I swear. And it's not like I wanna say it," you huff. "I guess it's like this kind of habit that I, like, can't really get rid of. I dunno. I've heard it was a SoCal thing, but like I'm not too sure."

"Five," Seokjin says.

"What?"

"You said 'like' five times in approximately fifteen seconds," Jin says. "That's about one 'like' every three seconds. That's quite a lot. And I take back my previous hypothesis in which I said you said 'like' every five seconds. I guess it was three."

"I literally hate you!" you scoff. "When did you get all mathematician with me?"

"Since I applied to NYU as a compsci major," Seokjin answers, "which was about three years ago."

You huff. "Whatever I'm gonna major in, I hope it's not related to math."

"Come to think of it," Jin hums, "I never got to know your major." He brushes the pizza crumbs off from his hands and stands up to toss the used napkins away in a nearby trash can.

You stand up as well, taking up the pizza box as Seokjin guides you out of the pizza parlor. "I'm undecided," you tell him. "Like I really don't know what I want to do."

"Well, you're an undergrad, so you'll find something you'll like soon," Jin assures you. "You've got time."

"Thanks," you smile. "Honestly, you're the GOAT."

"Excuse me, I'm a what?" Seokjin looks mildly offended.

"The GOAT?" you say. "You're not even in your thirties yet, keep up!"

"A goat??" Jin bellows. "A fucking barn animal??"

You want to facepalm but your hands are occupied with the pizza box. "The Greatest Of All Time???" When Seokjin still looks puzzled, you shake your head, "Might wanna check out Twitter now and then, old man."

"Maybe that's a California thing!" Jin protests. "It's totally a California thing. I mean, look, Y/N, New Yorkers aren't that crazy to go around calling people barn animals."

"New Yorkers are definitely crazier than Californians," you say. "Oh, and we have to cross the street soon, my dorm's close."

"No way in hell we're crazier than you," Seokjin snorts. "C'mon we can cross the street here."

The here that Seokjin's refers to is a street full of cars and no pedestrian crossing. "Are you really suggesting that we jaywalk?" you say incredulously. "This just proves my point further!"

"What?? Jaywalking is normal," he argues. "Plus, it saves time. We New Yorkers are busy!"

"Puh-lease," you say. "You won't be so busy when you're dead," you point out. "There was this girl who went to my high school, right? And like one day we all heard that she died after some stupid car hit her when she was jaywalking. Dude, her boyfriend's still mourning her death. I think his name was Taehyun. Or Daehyung. Or Taehyung? I don't remember. But my point is," you pause dramatically, "that I don't want to die so we should not jaywalk."

"Californians are way too laid back," Seokjin sighs. "Fine!" He throws his hands into the air. "We'll find a crosswalk, then. I'll spare your life."

You giggle, nudging him to the side. "Thank you. Chivalry is not dead."

"Shivering is definitely not dead either," Jin jokes. "It's only sixty degrees, Y/N. And you're wearing a whole coat! Do you really need me to give you my jacket?"

"Oh shut up," you say, hugging the warm pizza box closer to your chest. "New York at night is freezing. Like I still haven't gotten used to it. And no, I don't need your jacket," you scoff, upturning your nose away from Jin.

"Fine, but if you become a frozen popsicle, I'm selling you off to a museum."

"Wow," you deadpan. "I rescind what I said earlier. You are not the GOAT. You are the WOAT."

"I don't have to be a genius to understand what that acronym is," Jin snorts. "And I am not the worst of all time. That's Jungkook. You know, he brought in his Tinder date again yesterday and they've been really, really loud in the bedroom. I can't fucking sleep."

"Oh, poor Jinnie," you coo. "What are you gonna do?"

"I just blasted the Baby Shark song yesterday on my speaker and they stopped on their own," he shrugs. "It's an instant turn-off, apparently."

"That's evil!" you cry. "But so genius."

"I know, I know," Jin laughs. "Any more song suggestions to prevent Jungkook from banging at the craziest hours of the night?"

"Hm..." you say. "What about the Winx Club theme song? Or the Pokémon theme song? Or, oh my god, like what about the Sofia the First theme song???"

"What the fuck are the Winx Club and Sofia the First?" Jin says.

"No way," you say, shivering slightly when a gust of wind decides to torment you and your hair. Pulling the strands of your hair from your mouth, you yell, "You're missing out! I grew up with the Winx Club! And I only watched Sofia the First because my younger sister liked it so much."

"You have a younger sister?" Seokjin asks. "Well, figures. I'm an only child so the only things I watched as a kid were Transformers and the Avengers." He snorts. "Maybe a little bit of Pokémon."

"Dude, I could name all 151 Pokémon from Generation I," you say. "I was obsessed."

"Oh yeah? I can name all 807!" Seokjin declares. "Every one of them from Generation I to VII."

"God, you have me beat," you giggle, shrugging your shoulders. “I thought you watched only a little bit of Pokémon!” 

“Maybe I just have a fantastic memory,” Seokjin teases.

You roll your eyes, though you’re grinning uncontrollably. Sighing, you turn to a stop in front of your dorm building, holding out the pizza box for Jin to take. "Oh, wow, what do you know? We're already here."

"That went by quickly," Jin laughs, taking the pizza box. "Time always flies quickly with you."

You don't know if he really meant the last part, but you blush an embarrassing color of fire-engine red of which you hope he can't see because of the darkness.

"I agree," you admit. "I had fun. And thanks for the pizza. New York-style reigns over what I'm used to back in California."

"No problem," Seokjin grins fondly at you. "Guess I'll see you around?"

"Yeah," you smile. "Just text me whenever Jungkook's being too loud on his sexscapades. I'll send some good turn-off music recommendations like right away!"

Seokjin laughs, nodding his head in agreement. "I can't wait."

I can't wait either.

Your crush on Seokjin literally amplifies by tenfolds every time you hang out with him, which is quite often these days.

One "date" with Jin had turned into two. Two turned into three. Then, five, then eight. Now you're seventeen "dates" in, you and Jin have yet to define your relationship with each other. But you suppose you don't mind.

It isn't very often that you're so emotionally attracted to someone. I mean, how long has it been since I liked someone before I had sex with them??

But your relationship with Seokjin is special, and you're willing to drag on these "dates" (at least you hope they're dates) if it means that you and he will eventually become a couple. Unless Seokjin's not attracted to you in that way.

But that's crazy. Who isn't attracted to you in that way?? Okay, maybe a lot of guys. But you've always had a sixth sense when it came to men! Usually, you crush on the same ones that like you back. So maybe something could really blossom out of your current relationship with Kim Seokjin.

Unless he friendzoned you the moment he heard you have sex with Jungkook.

You are in quite a dilemma.

Two weeks later, your dilemma has extended from your love life to your academic life. There is pressure from your parents and peers to choose a major—especially since you've already lasted one semester in college already.

You have to start studying for the final exams as well. And everything is driving you nuts.

You've always considered going to med school, but law school doesn't sound so bad either. You have to choose your majors according to what job you want to have in the future, but you don't know what you want to do at all! You're just really good at doing what you're given to do. So, honestly, if someone pulled a random major from a hat, you could probably take it and do something with it.

Hm. That idea doesn't sound that bad.

You end up FaceTiming Seokjin for guidance.

"Well, you look like you haven't gotten sleep," he comments when he sees your dark circles and frenzied hair.

"I need to choose a major," you tell him immediately. "Like, right now. In the next twenty minutes or I'm going to blow."

"Oh, shit. How can I help?"

"Okay, so I made this huge list of NYU's majors and like all you have to do is randomly scroll through the list and pick one!" you say. "Easy! Whatever you pick, I'll do it!"

Seokjin scrunches his face. "I don't think that's a good idea, Y/N. What if I pick something insane? Like bagpiping? Or mining?"

You roll your eyes. "I don't think NYU even has those majors. C'mon pick one, hurry up! I'll close my eyes. Tell me when you're done."

Seokjin looks at the long list of majors you had sent him, shaking his head at you in disbelief. He doesn't want you potentially ruining your future because he picked a shitty major for you. And you looked pretty serious about this idea too. As if the moment Seokjin chose a major, you'd pick it and run with it.

Jin's not going to jeopardize your future like that. He doesn't even have to look at the list to declare what he thinks would be best for you. (And besides, if you didn't like it, you could always change majors... And if you couldn't change majors, you can't really blame it on him because you made him choose randomly. So it would be your fault. So either way he's immune!)

"I landed on business management," Seokjin says. "You can open your eyes."

Your eyes are wide the moment you open them. "Management?" you gasp. For a second, Seokjin thinks you're going to throw a tantrum, but a huge grin erupts on your face. "Oh my god! Management! Why didn't I think of that before?? It's perfect! Thank you, Jin! Thank you so much! You're literally fucking magical."

Seokjin's almost taken aback by your positive response but he plays along with it rather coolly. "I am pretty fucking magical. You're welcome."

"You just reduced my stress levels by fifty percent," you say, sighing as you fall back on your bed. "I still have to study for all my final exams... Not very fun... You know, back in California, if I ever felt stressed out or something, I'd, like, drive to the beach for a fun day with friends."

Seokjin cracks a smile. "Yeah, well we have sewage water here in New York. You can swim in there if you miss the beach so much."

"Sounds appetizing," you deadpan. "One day, I'm going to take you to SoCal and show you the beaches."

"That honestly sounds great, Y/N," Jin says. "Never been to the beach before."

Your jaw drops open in shock. "No fucking way, Jin. No fucking way."

"Well, you never saw snow before until you came to New York," Jin points out.

"Yikes," you mutter. "Touché."

Seokjin smiles fondly at you before shaking out of his little reverie. "Hey, you have to study, right? I'll stop bothering you."

"Oh, please," you laugh. "You're not bothering me. I feel even better now. Not even a beach trip could elate me to this extent."

And it's true. Just talking to Seokjin for a few minutes dissipates all of your pent-up stress. And you have one less problem to worry about—you finally have an idea about what major you want to pursue! Seokjin is a walking miracle.

Maybe after your exams, you'll have to ask him out on an official date. If you don't chicken out, that is.

It is officially summer!

You've maintained your straight A's, have finally decided your major and even found a part-time job at a local thrift shop. Life is great.

It would've been better though if one, it wasn't so fucking cold during May and two if you were dating Seokjin.

Jungkook's been teasing you about how head-over-heels whipped you are for Jin, but you threaten to hack into JK's Tinder account and lock an unflattering photo of him on his profile picture whenever his teasing becomes extremely annoying. It's so strange that you've been stuck on one crush for nearly eight months now since usually, you have a new 'boy toy' every other week.

Seokjin is special.

So special that you literally gave up your hookups. And sex. You also deleted your Tinder account. You are serious about this man.

There's something about him that makes your insides twist in a funny way and your heart feel warm and fuzzy whenever he texts you. Have you mentioned how attentive to your needs he is? The man's a genius gift-giver! On your birthday (April 4th), he bought you an embroidered double-sided jacket that not only made a bold fashion statement but also kept you warm in the abominable New York weather.

God, you might even love this man.

You should confess to him soon before some other girl snatches him. But it seems as if Seokjin has stopped going on dates, and the only girl he actively hangs out with is you. (You had to ask Jungkook to figure that out.)

So maybe you have a chance.

And today is the day to act upon it.

Seokjin promised to take you out on a walk around Central Park after you finished your shift at the thrift shop. He's eagerly waiting with a warm cup of hot chocolate for you by the time you're finished.

"Hey!" you say, beaming. "Thanks for the drink."

"No problem," Seokjin answers, winking at you before sipping his own ice coffee. "Central Park's about forty minutes away from here. Are you up for the walk?"

"I walked around a lot in California so maybe I should ask you if you're up for the walk," you smile, strutting out of the shop with Jin quickly at your heels.

"Where's there to walk in California??" he asks when he catches up to you.

"Oh my god, Jin. You're forgetting about all the cool shit in LA!" you say. "I walked to Urth Cafe like every day after school with my friends. And then like we'd have these photoshoots on Melrose Avenue... Man, sometimes I wonder what would've happened if I went to UCLA."

"You got accepted into UCLA??"

"Yeah," you say sheepishly. "I'm kind of glad I didn't go, though." You would’ve never met Seokjin.

"Oh?" Seokjin laughs. "Are you finally getting accustomed to New York, then?"

"No way," you say, shaking your head fervidly. "Dude, do you not see the jacket I'm wearing right now? It's freezing! And you're wearing a short-sleeve shirt!"

"It's the jacket I bought you!" Jin exclaims, smiling. "Well, the weather here's something you gotta get used to. By the time you graduate, though, you'll be fine."

"I hope so," you say. "I really, really hope so."

"But I mean, other than the weather situation, I feel like New York is your home now," Jin says. "You like the people here, at least, right?" He bats his eyelashes flirtatiously and you roll your eyes, though the butterflies in your stomach wake up from their slumber. "How have your Tinder dates been?"

"Oh, uh..." You awkwardly scratch your head. "I deleted my account."

Seokjin laughs out loud. "Oh no! Were the New York guys not cutting it??"

You flush, biting your lip and twiddling with your fingers. He kinda put you on the spot, here. Maybe you should come clean now...? You originally planned to confess at Central Park, but maybe it’s smarter to confess earlier. (That way, if he feels the same you two can have your official first date at Central Park. And if he doesn't feel the same way, the two of you can go home before visiting Central Park to avoid awkwardness. It's a master plan!)

"Well, I wouldn't know," you shrug coolly. "The only New York guy I had sex with turned out to be a Californian dude in disguise," you giggle. "And... I just didn't find the need to get with other guys."

"Oh?" Seokjin smiles amusedly. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Like, I don't know," you sigh. Your head is jumbled with words you've recited and also the words that you just thought of to string together. Your chest feels heavy and your stomach twists in knots but you force yourself to follow through. With a deep breath you let it all out: "I guess like I've had a teensy weensy crush on you since like the moment we met," you start slowly, carefully. "And I'd uh, I'd like to officially date you, if you, like, feel the same way as me..." you trail off, looking at Seokjin to figure out if his initial reaction would give away his true feelings toward you.

But to your utmost relief, he grins. That's a good sign—it has to be!

"Y/N..." he smiles. "Five. Again! In twenty seconds this time! One 'like' in every four seconds. You're slowly getting rid of your SoCal dialect, look at that!"

When Seokjin sees the unamused look on your face, he throws his head back and laughs. "I was just teasing you, love," he says. "You know, I deleted Bumble the day I met you in person?"

"Really?" you squeal, turning to Jin with such high velocity that you almost spill your hot chocolate. Your insides melt, and your head repeatedly echoes the way he had called you 'love.' You feel faint.

"Yeah," Jin says. "So we're official, aren't we?"

"Hell yes!" you say.

"Our first date is at Central Park," Jin laughs. "This was the best timing ever. It's even in the summer. You know, when everyone scrambles to find love. We don't have to look anymore!"

You snort, linking your arms together and leaning onto Seokjin—who just now became your boyfriend. "I still can't fucking believe it's summer," you sigh, shaking your head. "Like dude, it's so fucking cold that I'm drinking hot chocolate!"

"Oh!" Seokjin exclaims. "Right! The hot chocolate?"

"What?"

"Open the lid, please," he grins. "A pleasant surprise will be waiting for you."

Carefully, you do as he says, only to find the white cream on the hot chocolate to be shaped into a sort-of mangled heart. You gasp, staring at the heart in utter shock. "Were you going to ask me out today??"

"You beat me to it," Jin laughs. "Saved me the trouble, love."

The butterflies in your stomach flutter about every time he calls you that (which was only two times so far, but still).

"We're really meant to be, then," you giggle.

"Like, we really are."

Seokjin taught you many things. How to be a good New Yorker without even being a native. How to hail a taxi gracefully. How to get a seat on the Subway. How to order the best pizza pie ever. And most of all, he taught you commitment.

Never have you been this committed to a man in all your life. That being said, you've only lived for nineteen years. But then again, it's hard to change your habits of being finicky with guys in your high school years. Yet they're changed now.

You've said goodbye to Tinder, to hookups, to meaningless sex. You've said hello to your boyfriend, to continue your pursuit of business management, to navigate around New York.

July becomes your favorite month quite easily when you realize it is possible for New York to have hot weather too. You bring out your short skirts and tank tops and have a fashion show every day choosing which outfits to wear. (Seokjin becomes your personal outfit-picker against his will.)

You have to say, New York isn't so bad. You haven't really missed California at all for a while.

"You know," you tell your boyfriend as he braids your hair for you so you can complete your outfit of the day with a stylish, “effortless” side braid.

"Hm?" Jin answers, his tongue peeking out of his lips from hard concentration.

"I think I'm getting used to this place," you say, turning around to smile at your boyfriend.

Seokjin laughs, tying your braid in place before leaning in to kiss your lips. "Finally!" he says between small pecks. "It took you awhile."

"Oh, come on. It didn't take me that long. It hasn't even been a year yet!" you protest. "I love New York. Honestly!"

Your boyfriend smiles. "When do you think you'll start to talk in a New York accent?"

"Never!" you say. "I'm keeping my 'likes' and 'dudes,' thank you! I have to keep some part of my Californian self."

"Oh, trust me," Seokjin snorts. "You will never lose the fashion-crazed part of you. Please don't make me fly on a plane to go to Coachella."

"Damn, you know me too well," you huff. "Fine. No Coachella. But I want to take you down Hollywood one day. Or at least Urth Cafe. No, holy shit, I need to take you to the beach! Or In-N-Out! There are so many places to go in LA! I'll be the best tour guide ever, Jin!"

"Aw, love," Seokjin says, nuzzling your nose against his. "I can't wait for my tour in the Golden State with my native Californian girlfriend."

"I can't wait either!" you giggle, kissing his lips while placing your hands against his soft cheeks. "I had the wonderful experience of getting my own, personal native New Yorker tour guide, so it's only fair I let you on a tour around my home state too!"

"We'll go during winter break, how's that?" Seokjin says. "We can celebrate Christmas in California."

You grin. "It'll be a tropical Christmas. You up for that?"

"I'm down!" Seokjin says. "I've never lived through a hot winter before. I'll have to see all the rave about California myself."

You wink at him. "You'll love it. Like, really, really love it."

"If I don't, you have to try pineapple pizza pie," Seokjin says. "Bet."

"Oh, you're on!"

All too soon, summer is over and the fall season creeps upon you and the rest of New York City. The freezin' season is back and ready to haunt you and turn your mornings into motherfucking abominations.

Except, it's not as cold as you last remember it. Maybe this year's winter in New York will be warmer for whatever reason. Or maybe it's because Seokjin always does a great job of keeping you warm when it's cold. (You definitely think the latter is the true answer.)

Because with Seokjin, even waking up on Mondays at 8 in the cold fucking morning isn't so abominable after all.

masterlist

[waejinyoung]

Can’t Swim - EP . 5

word count: 4.4k+

a/n: a quicker comeback unlike last time. i know the ending might annoy some people but i wanted to try out a cliffhanger having got the chance.

warning: swearing, thats it lol

EP . 1 , EP . 2 , EP . 3 , EP . 4 , EP . 5 , EP . 6 , EP .7 , EP . 8 , EP . 9

Well, Friday was unexpected. Friday answered many things. Jinyoung’s job. Jinyoung’s friends. Your feelings. Jinyoung’s feelings towards your feelings. So much happened in one day even you couldn’t believe your life had gotten so much action.

Now it was the weekend and luckily you had things to do to take yesterday’s doings off your mind. The eco-hotel.

Saturday Midday

You had Beck come over for the weekend to work on the eco-hotel together. The sheets for the new hotel plans were distributed across the living room floor and the sun was at its peak. You went over to your air con and switched it on. Beck wasn’t a stranger, so you were dressed in a pair of shorts and an oversized short sleeved top. Your hair was up in a messy bun with a pencil behind your ear. You had all your equipment around the room. To be completely honest, the room was an organised mess. Note the word organised.

“Y/N can we take a break? It’s boiling in this room.” Beck looked absolutely drained from the morning session working to finish the eco-hotel.

“I was about to ask the same thing. Want an ice cream or a cold drink?” You signalled that you were gonna head to the kitchen.

“A cold cup of water should do. I’ll be out on the balcony.” You headed over to your kitchen and grabbed a glass of cold water for both of you.

You made sure to manoeuvre through the sheets of paper without dropping a single drop on the them. You gave the drink to Beck. He downed the whole glass in seconds.

“Beck, if you were this thirsty you’re no stranger you could have gotten some water.” You chuckled at his obvious thirst. You sipped some of your water.

“I didn’t even realise how thirsty I was either. Let me go grab another glass.” Beck went back to grab more water.

“Be careful of all the sheets on the floor. No frog movements please, just be extremely careful.” You shouted back into your home hoping he got the message.

You thought to yourselves how you’ll be able to have all the drawings done for Monday morning. You and Beck decided that it was both of your faults for having one of the pieces of land stolen from the next door firm. Hence why you called off all your employees that were working on this project. So, it was just you and Beck until Monday morning

“It’s going to be a rough weekend isn’t it?” Beck came back onto the balcony and saw your nervous face.

“I’m so scared we won’t finish it on time. I even considered calling the client and completely blowing off the project.”

“Good thing you didn’t. I believe we can do it. Even if it does mean less hours of sleep. This is nothing new Y/N. This has been our lives since the first year of architecture school.”

“Speak for yourself. I didn’t cut any hours of sleep for our under grad.”

“That’s true and somehow you still completed your work with flying colours.” You brushed your shoulders and flicked your hair trying to act out the phrase ‘what can I say? I’m that good’ in actions.

“Don’t get too happy. We need those skills back in action until the end of this project.”

“I think what hurts is that this project is actually finished but the client wants hand drawings as well as digital orthographics. Who even wants hand drawings anymore?” You sighed at the unnecessary request by the client.

“Ya! Don’t say that, especially not near the client.”

“I know, I know. He’s a big deal. Everyone knows him and his creations. Who thought he’d want a hotel built in a small town like Jinhae?”

“I guess he heard about the increasing number of tourists coming to Jinhae, especially during the cherry blossom season. If you ask me, it’s a smart move.” You nodded in agreement.

“Come on, let’s get back to work. Enough chit chat.” You headed back into the living room. Beck straight behind you.

“I finished the floor plans. So, we have elevations and sections to draw. We’ve done the axonometric drawings digitally anyways. Mr Chan is gonna have to excuse us for one missing drawing. I may try and do it if we have enough time.” Beck looked at you with a shocked expression.

“You have all the plans done already? Why in hell are we stressing then?” Beck had a smile on his face. Why in hell is he smiling?

“Why are you smiling? We still have so much to do, come on.” You faffed your hands around trying to get Beck to now focus on his work.

“Okay, okay! I’m working.” You guys returned to working at a reasonably fast pace hoping to have most of the drawings done by the end of today.

6:00 PM

You both ended the day by 6:00 pm. You guys had most of the drawings done by then anyways. Beck had never actually had a sit down session alongside you and was shocked at how quick you were. You were done with your drawings, but he had a couple left which you guys both agreed on finishing for Sunday. You still insisted for him to stay the whole weekend which was the original plan.

You guys made eye contact having declared that was enough for the day.

“Takeout.” You both mouthed to each other at the same time.

“Great minds think alike.” Beck exclaimed as you grabbed your phone to call in your usual order. Pizza. A food that’s simple, easy and you just can’t go wrong with.

“Can you order a x-large for today? I’m feeling extra hungry.”

“Alrighty, give me a second?” You rang up the usual place and processed your order. The person on the other end of the call took your order and read back that it should be there in 20 minutes.

“We have 20 minutes to kill. What do we do?”

“I think you should make a call to the leisure centre too.”

“Why?” Were you missing something?

“The meeting is at 11:00 am. Your swimming lesson?”

“Ah shit. I was looking forward for that lesson too. Maybe I can move the lesson so it’s after the meeting. Are we available then?”

“Bad news. The client said to leave the rest of the day free after the meeting. He didn’t say exactly why but I say we listen to him.”

You were looking forward to seeing Jinyoung. More than that whenever you couldn’t make it for your lessons, Max would be the one to cover for your group. Although, everyone knew that wasn’t a good option considering the awkward situation. But you had no choice, it was now up to Jooheon to solve the issue.

You dialled Jooheon’s number.

“Hey Y/N!” He seemed really cheery. You were sure the news you were gonna give him now would kill the mood.

“Hi Jooheon, got some bad news.”

“What is it?”

“You know about the eco-hotel… The presentation for the project is at 11:00 am on Monday meaning I won’t be able to come for the 10:00 am beginners class.”

“That’s fine. I’ll let Max know he has a cover for Monday.”

You waited in silence hoping Jooheon got the idea why it was bad news.

“Oh shit…” Took him long enough.

“Yh… hence why I said bad news.”

“We don’t have anyone else free during that period too. You know about that.”

“I was going to see if we could rearrange the time but turns out the client wants the whole day off with us. No clue why.”

“I’ll talk with Max, you don’t worry. If you can contact Jinyoung prior to the lesson too that would be great.”

“I’ll try my best to squeeze in some time. We are busy as you could imagine.”

“You guys get back to work. I’ll solve the problem. You don’t need to worry. If that’s all I need to get back to my own work too. Talk to you later Y/N!”

“Thank you so much Jooheon!”

You hung up.

“Sorted?”

You nodded at Beck.

The afternoon continued calmly, and you guys discussed the eco-hotel presentation that’ll take place. The pizza arrived and you guys tucked into your food. Your anxiety was growing as the minutes went by. How was Monday going to turn out?

…

Sunday Evening

You guys were actually ready. You both were shocked after rehearsing the presentation for the 10th time how well produced all the work was.

“I wouldn’t have even thought that I’d be getting a night’s sleep before this meeting.”

“I think sleep was the big motivator. You know how I can last on a hand full amount of sleep.”

“That’s true. You’re useless when it comes to working during the night.”

“Wooow, rude much.”

“I’m kidding. You performed really well. You reminded me why I partnered with you to start up a company.” You smiled at this compliment.

“You gonna stay over tonight as well or crash at home?”

“Could I stay over so we can just go to the meeting together tomorrow?”

“Yeah sure, this is like your second home after all. I feel like you’d also want to take advantage of my signature breakfast.”

“Was I that obvious?” Beck laughed at his failed attempt.

“I can read you like a book. You don’t need to hide your intentions.”

“Damn it.”

“I’ll prepare the long awaited breakfast tomorrow morning. Be up for 9:00 am. Set an alarm if you have to. I’ll tuck into breakfast with or without you.” You headed over to your bedroom and waved Jooheon goodnight.

“Goodnight! Sleep tight, don’t let the cantilevers bite.”

You went back to react to his really dead architecture joke.

“Get in the bin.” With Beck laughing at this really bad joke, you went back into your room and headed off to bed.

…

Monday morning

“Beck get your ass up its 9!” Typical, he hadn’t moved a single inch for the past minute that his alarm has been going off for.

“Y/N 5 more minutes.”

“5 more minutes and you’ll get no breakfast.”

“Breakfast…BREAKFAST!” Beck jumped out of the bed and flung himself grabbing some clothing on the way straight to do bathroom.

“This guy” You laughed at his reaction.

You left him to get ready and went back to the balcony and poured both of you some rich black tea. You settled in your usual seat and started filling your plate with all the different delicacies you laid on the table earlier on.

“You’ve done it again! I love these Mediterranean breakfasts you make. I need to come here more often.”

“Be my guest. It’s sometimes lonely enjoying a feast alone.”

“I could imagine. Although, that should have changed no?” What was he on about?

“Once you’re gone I’ll be back to having lonely breakfasts.”

“No, I mean you and your new boyfriend. When were you planning on telling me? You’ve been silent all weekend about it- “

“Boyfriend?? In who’s world did you hear that I have a boyfriend?” You used all your strength to not spit out the tea you had just sipped.

“The singer-actor guy? What was his name again? You were making headlines with him all weekend have you not checked your phone at all?”

You leaped back inside and grabbed your phone. No messages. No calls. What? Was this some kind of joke?

“Beck I haven’t got a single notification. Are you taking the piss?”

He grabbed your phone from you and enabled your WIFI. He knew you would switch it off whenever you had important things to do like this weekend. As soon as your phone connected to your router, all sorts of things flooded your phone screen. You took it back off him and read all the headlines.

Love strikes under the full moon

Waves were not the only things crashing that night

GOT7’s Jinyoung and his secret lover

Who could she be?

Secret Girlfriend and Aspiring Actor kicking it off on the Beach

“You’ve got to be kidding me?! Right before an important meeting as well. The company’s image. My image. My parents. How in the hell did this all happen?”

“Y/N sit down. It’s kinda late. You’ll just have to explain everything to whoever asks. Don’t worry about the company’s image, we all know how hardworking and talented you are.”

“Give me a sec. I need to make a call.” Jinyoung must have seen all the news too. You gave him a ring but no answer. He might be thinking that he’ll speak at one point during the leisure centre and you hadn’t found the time to let him know you won’t be in.

“Y/N calm down. Focus on the meeting please. You can sort out whatever this is afterwards.” You sat back down and tried to calm yourself down. Beck was right. You guys had an important meeting to focus on.

“Sorry.”

“Y/N shut up. I don’t want to hear it. Eat up, we have a long day ahead of ourselves.”

You tried to eat something, but it just wouldn’t work. Every mouthful felt like labour. You guys cleared up the table and went to prep for the meeting. You brushed your teeth and took a quick shower. You knew you were ready for this meeting, now it was just time to act on what you knew. You took out a pair of cream shorts alongside a white oversized tank top and a brown belt. You grabbed your nude heals and the gold accessories off your drawers to put on as you left. You had your hair wavey from your twisted bun that you always slept with in and a little mascara, the usual. Beck had loaded your car with all the sheets to pin up for the meeting alongside all the small scale models you had at your house.

You locked your house and ran to your car. Beck was ready in the passenger’s seat running over the minor things on his iPad.

“Have you rung the company to check the room is prepared, refreshments all that jazz.”

“Erm… yeah but there’s apparently loads of paparazzi that security is trying to hold off.” Your head shot towards Beck. As if that was needed.

“Guess we are entering through the back entrance. Call the client at let him know to do the same.”

“On it.” Thank god for Beck.

…

20 minutes later

You were driving past the usual entrance of the company and saw the tons of people that the security was blocking off. In a million years you wouldn’t have thought you’d have paparazzi at your company door.

“Can today get any worse?” You questioned out loud.

“Don’t say that. Just get in through the back, it’ll be over soon.”

Your receptionist let you through the back entrance and you guys moved to the meeting room that was prepped for the meeting.

“The room looks great. Just like how we agreed on.” You smiled at your receptionist.

“The presentation team did a great job. I’ll treat them for a meal.” Beck offered. You agreed with his statement.

“Mr Chan should be here in 30 minutes. Let’s pin up the sheets and bring all the models to this room.” You both left your belongings in the room and went down to the fabrication labs down stairs. To head to fabrication, you guys had to walk past the front entrance. You peaked to see if the people had gone but no. It had gotten worse. There were more people we even bigger cameras. How on earth?

JINYOUNG’S POV

You were right on time for your lesson. You and the kids were waiting at the pool side for Y/N. You kind of felt giddy after what happened on Friday. What stage would you call you and Y/N now? You checked the clock and saw that she was 5 minutes late. This didn’t seem like Y/N, she’s always early. Or has been for the past 2 lessons anyways.

“Woojin, is Miss ever late?” Woojin shook his head no.

Jaehyun heard from his dock and decided to let you know about the news.

“Jinyoung hyung, Y/N has a really important meeting today. She called in to say she won’t be making it for this lesson meaning Max will be taking over for today.”

Max… is taking over? This isn’t going to go well.

“Thanks, Jaehyun.” Jaehyun saluted which is his way of saying ‘no problem’.

You were thinking why Y/N wouldn’t have told you until you realised… the missed call this morning. She tried to get in contact with you, but you weren’t available. Damn it.

“Jaehyun, do you know where Y/N’s company building is at?”

“Yh, it’s the one and only big fancy glass building in the town centre.” She works there? She’s very humble for a CEO.

“Right, I’ll be absent for today. You can let Max know when he does the register. Also, what time is the meeting?”

“It starts at 11:00 am, why did you ask?”

“I’m going to attend.”

Jaehyun started cackling, “Do you think you can just walk into a client meeting? You must be mad. Jinyoung hyung it’s a serious meeting, you can’t just barge in.”

“Fine, I’m going to wait for there then.”

“No can do.” Max was behind you ask he listened to the conversation. You turned around to face Max.

“I can leave if I want.”

“Kids, do we want Jinyoung to leave this lesson? We all want him to stay don’t we?” You couldn’t believe he was going to use the kids as bait for you to stay.

“Yes, Jinyoung oppa please stay!”

“Jinyoung hyung, don’t go!”

The kids started whining, hoping you would stay for the lesson. He used his weapons well; you couldn’t break the kids’ hearts especially when you knew how much Y/N cares for the kids. You were gonna stay for her sake.

You knelt down to the kids and gave them a smile, “Fine, I’ll stay.”

You gave a glance to Max and hopefully you both sided with getting through this lesson without any disruptions. And so, the lesson commenced.

“We will be doing a test today.”

“A test?”, Hyungwon gulped, “But Miss didn’t mention a test last week?”

“Well Hyungwon, this is a surprise test. I’ll be marking everyone on how well they perform on the things Miss taught in the past 2 weeks.” This guy is doing this on purpose.

“How will you be marking us?” You spoke up.

“3 columns. Speed. Technique. A race. The place you come in the race will determine how many points you get for the ‘race’ column.”

“I’m gonna beat you all.” Woojin was already hyped to get the highest score. You would have probably been as excited as Woojin if the teacher was different.

“Right, we will be starting with Technique. I’ll be going off the register order so line up in that order and I’ll be testing your technique swimming front stroke.” You lined up along with the kids. You were obviously last.

Max got to you. You had a feeling he was gonna try and do everything to give you a bad mark. You remembered all the things Y/N had taught you and starting swimming to the area Max marked. You hated that this man was good at something you weren’t. Knowing he was ahead in something gave him more say and material on you.

“I feel sad for Y/N,” You waited for him to continue to see what he meant, “For having such a crap student.” He jotted down a fat 0 next to your name under the technique column. Jaehyun heard from his dock the comment Max had made and made eye contact with you. He was pleading for you to not react to Max’s words since that was exactly what he wanted to do. You clenched your fists and took a deep breath. You weren’t gonna lose this easily.

“I feel sad for Y/N too. Different reason though.” You gave Max a dirty look so he got the idea that you were referring to him in some way.

“Max hyung, are we moving onto speed now?” Woojin separated both of your focusses onto him.

“Yes Woojin-ah, get ready I’ll be timing you guys. You all have to swim in whichever style you want from one end to another.”

“Get to the side.” Max turned his face back to you and spoke in a demanding tone. He was really grinding your gears. This was going to be a long hour.

Y/N’S POV

“Good morning Mr Chan. I hope your flight yesterday was well.” You shook Mr Chan’s hand as he took his seat in the meeting room.

“Good Morning Miss Y/L/N and Mr Longing. I arrived without any problems. I got some rest too. All in all, I’m ready for today’s meeting.”

“Agreed, Mr Chan. I’ll begin with the site analysis and our response with our design.” You and Beck agreed for Beck to start the meeting and then you to end it.

“So, as you may have heard one of the plots of land were taken out of our hands. There was some complications with the landowners, but we decided that one plot of land was enough to fulfil the criteria of an eco-hotel.” With that Beck continued with explaining the new updates on the hotel design after the land issue.

“Mr Chan, the maquettes and models are laid out in the order of development. This is how the overall design developed into the final result. The 3D printed large model at the end is the final version of the hotel in a simple representation of the surrounding area around it.” You moved towards the model and showed Mr Chan where the sun would be travelling throughout the day. You brought along all the hand drawings from the past couple days too to show what each individual room would look like from all angles.

“These look amazing. I’m really thankful for the models and the drawings, they give a really good idea of what the final outcome will look like.” You and Beck looked at each other and gave a smile. All the hard work you both had put on for the past couple days had come through.

“Although, I wanted to ask one thing.” You diverted your attention to Mr Chan.

“Yes, Mr Chan go ahead.” You were nervous from his sudden question. You were sure you and Beck hadn’t missed out on any information.

“It hasn’t got to do with the project.”

“What exactly are you referring to Mr Chan?”

“You, Miss Y/L/N.” You looked up at Beck. What could Mr Chan want to know about you?

“Go ahead, Mr Chan. I’m listening.” If you were honest, you weren’t feeling well. You started breathing heavier than usual scared of what Mr Chan was going to ask.

“The paparazzi’s at the front door. Why are they here?” Fuck. This should have been something you should have thought about earlier on. You looked at Beck for help. You had no answer to give.

“That wasn’t Miss Y/L/N, Mr Chan. There has been a misunderstanding. The news reports are still speculating who the person is and Miss Y/L/N has just been mistaken for the girl that the actor was with. As you may have seen the photographs were taken at night, so it is hard to tell who it is, as expected.” Beck covered up for you.

“I see… and Miss Y/L/N what do you plan on doing about the news.”

“I’m aiming to get in contact with the actor’s agency to speak up and deny allegations about my involvement since that is the truth. I’ll also be holding a conference soon to news outlets about the situation. I don’t want anything like this to throw dirt under our company’s name.”

“I thought it was you Miss,” Is he being serious?, “I was going to congratulate you on your new relationship. That was the reason for the flowers. You’re also human. I thought you were taking a step forward in your person life. I know about how popular you are among fellow architects, for your work and for you too.” Me? Popular among architects? Step forward in my person life? Can life stop throwing new surprises nowadays, you were happy with your boring life.

“Mr Chan.” Beck addressed your client.

“We thought you would be disappointed about the truth. If that is the case I’d like to firstly apologise for what I just said. I didn’t mean to lie Mr Chan, but we didn’t want anything to cause you to- “

“It’s fine Mr Longing. Congratulations Miss Y/L/N. It’s really nice to see the new generation finding love. I’m sure you have found the right person for you.”

“Mr Chan, I appreciate your comments although it’s a little more complicated than that. We are not exactly dating or haven’t exactly clarified it between ourselves.” You struggled to keep eye contact with your client at this rate. Beck eyed you knowing you could have just suggested that you had a fling days before an important meeting.

“I’m sure you guys will even end up getting married one day. I sensed it when I saw your photos side by side.” You just smiled at Mr Chan’s observations.

“I hope whatever is best for the both of us is what happens.” Mr Chan agreed and focussed back on the project.

“Was there anything else you’d like to ask Mr Chan?” Beck wanted to make sure Mr Chan was completely clear of the new changes in order to process the build.

“Can I decide on which trees and floors to have planted in the hotel? I know the botanic designers tend to do so.”

“Of course, Mr Chan. As long as the greenery you choose passes the climate test meaning they’ll stay alive in Jinhae’s weather conditions, you can choose which ones we decorate the hotel with.”

“Great, that marks the end of the meeting. You guys have done an outstanding job. Better than what I expected. What’s the estimated date of completion?”

“If everything goes well, the hotel should be completely finished and ready for service for the month of March 2022.”

Mr Chan clapped in happiness. You were happy to have made your extremely important client over the moon.

“I’d like to take you guys out for dinner. I hope you guys made sure the rest of your days are free-“

You were getting a call from Jooheon. You never get calls from Jooheon during meetings, he knows not to disturb unless it’s an emergency.

“Mr Chan, could I please take this call?”

“Sure, go ahead. Me and Mr Longing will decide on where to eat.” You smiled and left the meeting room and picked up the call.

“Jooheon, what is it?”

“Y/N.. I-“

“Jooheon please tell me. Did something happen?”

“Jinyoung…He’s in the- “

“The what Jooheon can you just say it already?”

“The hospital.”

“HOSPITAL?!?”

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Oooooo… the suspense. I haven’t tried these sorts of endings before, so I wanted to give it a shot. I want to leave it up to you guys for now to imagine what may have happened. Until the next episode, see you! Next episode will be extraordinary, you can count on me.

writer-nim x

[btsqualityy]

Amour Vincit Omnia / 30

Author’s Note: This is the final part of this series! Don’t worry, there is gonna be an epilogue (which is something you guys are gonna want after reading this part lol) and it will be posted once I finish the last three parts of the Second Pregnancy Series! Thank you guys for all the love and support on this story and I hope you enjoy it!

“Will you stop fussing over me?” Akeem whined, reaching out to try and take the spoon out of Akira’s hands but she moved it away from him, making him frown. “I can feed myself Kira.”

“Ah, you’re still recovering and you aren’t supposed to be moving too much,” she reminded him. “And besides, you scared the hell out of me. Let me take care of you.”

“I can’t win against that and you know it,” he grumbled, reluctantly opening his mouth and letting Akira feed him a spoonful of tomato soup. He let her give him a few more spoons before opening his mouth to speak again. “Did everyone get home safe?” He wondered, referring to Jin, Namjoon, Yoongi, Hobi, Cassie, Jimin and Jungkook, who all decided that they should head back home since Akeem had been awake from his coma for the past four days.

“Yeah, and they all told me to tell you that they’re keeping you in their thoughts,” she told him. 

“What about Taehyung?” Akeem asked with a small smirk on his face and Akira rolled her eyes at him.

“He’s still here,” she said. “Still staying at the house.”

“Different room?”

“Different room,” she confirmed. 

“Are you still ignoring him?” Akeem questioned and Akira shook her head immediately. 

“Not purposely, I’ve just been focusing on what’s more important,” she replied.

“Or more like using me as an excuse,” Akeem snickered, making Akira raise her eyebrows at him. “You know he offered to pay all my medical bills, and to pay for my physical therapy?”

“What?” Akira gasped, because this was definitely new news to her. “When was this?”

“Yesterday, when you went home to shower and change clothes,” he told her. “He came in and told me and mom that he knows that stuff can get expensive and that he didn’t want us having to worry about it so he offered to take care of it,” Akeem explained. 

“God, that man,” Akira muttered, shaking her head lightly.

“I know you aren’t mad at him about that.”

“Not mad but come on Keem,” Akira chuckled. “Doesn’t the gesture seem a little weird, given how things are between me and him right now?”

“Sissy, I love you and I’m only about to tell you this because I care about you, ok?” Akeem said and Akira nodded her head. “Stop being such a big bitch and let the man take care of you.”

“How is him offering to pay for your medical bills taking care of me?” She wondered.

“Because we both know that mom can’t afford it with our insurance and Dad sucks so you would’ve taken on the burden of trying to pay for everything yourself and we all know you can’t swing that,” Akeem pointed out and Akira couldn’t even argue with him because she knew that he was right. “And besides, I asked him to look out for you and he’s trying to do that, so I’m not mad at it.”

“When did you ask him to do that?” Akira asked.

“Thanksgiving, after the whole showdown thing with Dad,” he replied. “I know you Sissy, so I knew that you were gonna need someone to look out for you after that whole thing.”

“Keem,” she whispered, a small smile coming over her face.

“And while we’re talking about this, I have something else to tell you,” he said and Akira nodded, motioning for him to continue with her hand. “I called Taehyung after I got off the phone with you on New Year’s eve.”

“What?” She gasped, her head starting to spin from all this new information. “Why?”

“Because you two needed to talk and you’re so damn stubborn, I knew that you weren’t gonna call him so I did it for you,” he shrugged.

“I’ve been called stubborn so much over the last week, it’s ridiculous,” she mumbled before looking up at Akeem. “That’s how he knew to come to Jimin’s house, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“Wow,” she whispered. “The crazy thing about that is, we didn’t even get super far into the conversation because Mama called to tell me about what happened to you.”

“So you’re telling me that I set it up for you guys to talk and then I’m the one who ruined it?” He asked and Akira laughed while shrugging her shoulders. “Damn, I had one job.”

“Not your fault,” she reminded him.

“I know but you knew what I meant,” he shot back, which she nodded to. “I know that you guys talked a little bit the day that I woke up, but I can tell that you two haven’t really settled things.”

“He told me a lot of things in that conversation Keem,” Akira huffed. “I’ve had to think about it all.”

“And you should go talk to him since it’s been a few days,” Akeem encouraged her. “You’ve been super distracted and since I’m ok now, that could be the only other thing that’s bothering you.”

“Am I that transparent?” She joked.

“Only to me and Mama, since we know you best. Oh, and Yoongi and Cassie,” he replied. “So go and sort your shit out. Even if you guys don’t get back together, at least know where you stand with each other.”

“Alright, I’m going,” she relented, standing up from her chair and grabbing her jacket, shrugging it on over her shoulders. She then stepped closer to the bed, leaning over and kissing Akeem on the forehead. “I love you Keem.”

“Love you more sissy,” he whispered, giving her a small smile before she turned around and walked out of the hospital room.

.................................

After Akira walked through the front door of her mom’s house, she was greeted by the sight of her mom walking down the stairs.

“Hey sweetie,” Tonya grinned, walking over to her daughter and kissing her on the cheek. “How’s Keem?”

“He’s good,” Akira told her. “I helped him eat lunch before I left.”

“Good, good. Well, I’m on my way there now so I’ll see you later, yeah?” Tonya said and Akira nodded. After she put on her boots and jacket, she gave Akira another kiss before rushing out of the door. 

“Tae?” Akira called out and she heard footsteps rustling before she saw Taehyung pop out of the kitchen. 

“Hey,” He greeted her and she gave him a small smile in return. “Everything alright?”

“Yeah, yeah, everything’s fine,” she nodded. “I wanted to know if you wanted to talk though.”

“Of course,” he agreed, walking all the way out of the kitchen and following her into the living room. They both sat down next to each other on the couch and Akira turned her body that she was completely facing Taehyung. 

“I’ll start this time,” she said, making Taehyung chuckle and nod. “First off, I just want to thank you for trusting me enough to tell me about your past and your history with your uncle.”

“It was time to,” he shrugged. “And I needed to.”

“It helped me understand a lot,” Akira said. “And I thought about it a lot over the past few days, whenever I wasn’t occupied over worrying about Keem and...I think I know how we should move forward.”

“And how’s that?”

“Tae, I think we should break up,” Akira announced and Taehyung’s eyes widened.

“Why?”

“You telling me everything about your life and your uncle and everything, it just showed me that we moved really fast in this relationship and that we should’ve slowed down,” she told him. 

“But you never said anything about how fast we were moving before,” he said confusedly.

“You’re right, and that’s because it always felt natural,” she replied. “I didn’t mind how quick it all happened because it didn’t feel rushed, you know?”

“Yeah,” he nodded sadly. 

“Taehyung, I love you but all of this just showed me that I had no idea who you really were,” she said. “And I had no idea who you were because you have no idea who you are yourself.”

“You’ve helped me start that process of trying to find myself though Kira,” he pointed out and she shook her head. “I told you that when we were in Jamaica.”

“ I know but that’s something that you have to do for yourself, by yourself,” she explained. “You’ve always been defined by your family by the mistake that you made at 17, you’ve been defined by the public as this creative genius who runs Vantae, you’re all these ideas that have been created by other people and yet, you don’t even know who you really are.”

“I do know who I am.”

“Ok, then how would you describe yourself?” She questioned, quirking her eyebrow up at him. “And don’t say what you think others would say. Really think about it Tae.” A few minutes of silence passed between them before Taehyung huffed harshly.

“Ok so I can’t,” he admitted. 

“It’s not a bad thing baby,” she assured him .”I just think that you should take the time to find yourself, you know? Figure out who you are without your uncle’s influence, or thinking about Vantae 24/7, or even without my influence.”

“But what about us?” He wondered.

“It’s not about us,” she told him. “I want you to be happy, and I wanna be happy too. Not saying that I wouldn’t be with you or that I wasn’t for these past six months, but we both know that I’m too sure of myself and what I want. It would just be argument after argument between the two of us.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever be as assertive with myself as you are,” he joked and Akira smiled.

“I don’t expect you to be,” she giggled. “I just want to you to find yourself, like I did. Until you do that, you’re not gonna be comfortable in a relationship with anyone, let alone me.”

“Deep down, I know you’re right but is it selfish that I don’t want to let you go?” He wondered and she shook her head.

“Not at all,” she said, giving him a sad smile. “We love each other, so I don’t want to do this but I think it’ll be better in the long run.”

“I know,” he agreed. “I should probably head back to New York then, huh?”

“I’ve appreciated you being here, but I’m good now,” she told him honestly. “I’ll never forget how you great you’ve been though so thank you.”

“No need to thank me,” he replied. “I did it because I love you and I want you happy.”

“Ditto,” she smiled. They both stood up from the couch then and Akira couldn’t help herself as she placed her hands on his cheeks and pulled his face down before pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“What was that for?” He questioned after they pulled away. “A goodbye kiss?”

“Not goodbye,” she chuckled. “Just a ‘see you later’ kiss.”

“Well, see you later,” he said, leaning down and giving her one last peck.

[purplesurveys]

1040

survey by amandahudson48

When's the last time you said you were sorry? Maybe last Friday or yesterday? I haven’t been replying to Andi because I was in a slump, then when I was finally able to get back to them I made sure to apologize first and explain why it took me a while to respond.

Have you done anything interesting in the last week? I got to dine in at a restaurant again after nine months last Monday, and I brought my parents to treat them as well. The three of us had ramen, then I also treated them to frozen yogurt after. It felt nice to be out, but we also headed to a mall Gab and I used to regularly go to so everything ended up being too difficult to process and I was fighting tears the whole time at the ramen place.

Are there any songs you listen to everyday? I don’t think so. There have been a lot of days where I’ve avoided music altogether.

What do you consider a waste of time? Having to manually go to a government office nowhere near your house to queue for an ID or document when it could be done digitally, but you can’t and have no choice anyway because the agency’s website isn’t even working. In short, welcome to the Philippines where the government can steal billions but can’t maintain their own damn websites.

How do you react to stress? I tend to have a shorter fuse around people. So that I don’t accidentally lash out on anyone, I’ll bring myself to work on autopilot until I get a task done. If I find time to myself, I cry in private for a few minutes because stress sucks; then I try to dust myself off and get back to working.

Have you ever considered what you would do in certain life/death sitches? Sometimes. My game plan for the most part is to simply scream at the top of my lungs to rouse attention, but I’ll never really know what I’ll do unless something actually takes place. I have a track record of being scared frozen when scary men have approached me in the past, so idk if I will have it in me to scream in a life or death situation.

Have you ever gone mud riding? No. Photos don’t look too appealing mostly because I’m not into vehicles and driving them on unconventional terrain lol, but I mean I would still give it a shot at least once.

Do you edit your photos? Just sometimes, if I mean to show off or promote someone/something to my mutuals; like the time I promoted my uncle’s business when he gave me a free cheesecake. I usually use the VSCO or Foodie apps.

What kind of cookie do you like the most? Chocolate chip cookies that are crispy on the outside and gooey inside; and dark chocolate macadamia cookies.

Do you enjoy working alone? Sure, though I don’t mind the occasional groupwork.

Is there anyone you're not over and feel like you never will be? Yes, I’m in exactly the same place I found myself at five years ago.

Do you like long or short surveys? Medium-length, so like anywhere between 40-70 questions is the perfect length for me.

How often do you listen to your iPod? I used to listen to it everyday because I brought it with me throughout middle school and the first half of high school. When iPods slowly went out of style in junior year, I started using it less frequently.

What kind of house do you want? Something modern and minimalist; I’d like it to be predominantly rectangular or square in shape with large windows. I do also want a brutalist style for myself but I might have to give that up if I ever end up with a family, as I don’t want my kids thinking their own home looks aloof and unapproachable.

Would you like living on the coast? It sounds like paradise. Yeah, absolutely.

What song was the last you listened to? To Let A Good Thing Die - Bruno Major. Then I got really sad and had to stop listening to music altogether and scramble to watch something hilarious on YouTube.

When's the last time you were really late to something? Last week, for a meeting with a client :/ I wasn’t accustomed to my weekly calls just yet and ended up attending a 4:30-5 PM meeting at 4:57, right when it was ending, because I thought it started at 5. It was embarrassing and my manager was rightfully jokingly mad at me.

Do you prefer to take back roads or the highways? Highways as much as possible, but if I’m stuck in traffic and if it looks like I wouldn’t be able to get to my destination on time then I ask Waze to guide me through backroads.

How do you spell your name without consonants? Rbyn or Rbn, depending on what you consider y to be.

What's the last movie you watched? Uhhh it was still That Thing Called Tadhana but it’s been a while. I mainly watch a Korean drama titled Start Up these days.

What would you like your generation to change? The people society votes into office. Young Americans seem to be leading the charge on this front, which is so so great. Meanwhile in my country Manny Pacquiao is planning for his 2022 presidential campaign and we are once again fucked because voter’s literacy is so fucking low that I actually see a possibility of him winning. Migrating has never sounded more attractive.

Do you use your cell phone a lot? Yeah, it’s beside me with the screen turned on nearly the entire day.

When's the last time you saw an ocean wave? Not sure about an ocean wave, but the last time I saw a wave in general (we were at a beach) was August 2019.

How long can you hold your breath? Maybe a minute max? I haven’t had to try in a while.

Would you rather work behind the scenes or be the star? Behind the scenes. I loathe the spotlight and I’ve never been the performing type, and I always hated it whenever I’ve had to perform in school or for a family function. It’s also why, as fun as hosting looks like as a career, and as much as I know I would’ve been decent in it if I tried, it was just ultimately never the path for me.

Are you a sore loser? Yeah, I hate it. I’m competitive to the bone, which personally sucks too because it’s hard for me to enjoy games lol. I make it easier for the playing crowd by just watching at the sidelines so that I don’t ruin things for them.

When's the last time you used a pair of scissors? Yesterday when I was doing embroidery.

What was the last word you thought? I mean...’embroidery,’ I guess, since I typed it last before reading this question.

Is it easy to make you angry? It takes me a while to explode.

Have you wondered if other people wonder what you’re thinking? No.

Do you sing a lot? When I’m alone and am certain no one can hear, yes.

Do you think you have an addictive personality? Uh no, not really. I like keeping a certain distance with everyone I interact with. As nice as I can be, I try to make sure my personality isn’t the type that would ~leave people wanting more~ so to speak.

Which affects us more: our genes or the environment in which we're raised? For me, it’s the environment. Genes are strong too, but they’re already there; they’re given, they’re constant, they’re wired into each person. The fact that people can still be constantly affected depending on what kind of situation they’re in says much about the capabilities of being raised in a certain environment. For instance, I know for sure I would’ve ended up being more emotionally stable if I was provided with a healthier, gentler upbringing.

Why do you believe that? Oops, I may have already answered it above.

Honestly, do you enjoy arguing? Nah. Watching others do it can be fun, but I avoid them myself.

Do you prefer to use tape or glue? Tape. More secure.

Do you see routine as a comfort or a rut? Comfort. I do like bursts of spontaneity every now and then, though.

When's the last time you cried? Last night. I wanted to this morning, but I already did so much heavy crying last night that I just gave myself a break today.

Do you believe that love can get you through anything? No. I know that now.

What do you wish you had more of? Money is always a good answer. Also, weekends.

If you HAD to change one thing about your best friend, what would it be? I wish Angela lived nearer, so that it’s easier to visit. I wish Gabie wasn’t so selfish.

Have you ever gone to sleep mad? It’s harder that way, lol. But I mean yeah I guess I’ve felt angry while trying to go to bed; it’s just that I usually use certain outlets so that I could calm down and fall asleep more easily.

Do you like your computer? I love it. Even though it’s an older Macbook Air I have no plans to replace it; it’s still so low-maintenance and reliable after all this time.

Which theory do you wish but perhaps not believe was true about afterlife? This is a good question and something I always wish was verbalized more. For me, it’s the idea of reuniting with all your deceased family, friends, and pets in death. That has always given me comfort, but I don’t necessarily cling to it.

Is there anyone that you truly could not live without? I can think of one such person, but we’ll see if it holds true.

[sleepywinchester]

Behind The Story S2 | Pt. 25

Summary: Everything good must come to an end... 

Author: sleepywinchester (prev. deanwinchester-af)

Characters: Jensen, Reader, Jared, Gen and Cast Cameos.

Pairings: Single!Jensen x Actress!Reader (Nina Dobrev = Faceclaim)

Words:  1.7k

Beta: N/A

Warnings: none really :)

Disclaimer: NO HATE TOWARDS DANNEEL! We wuv her in this acc but this is just for science lol

Visual Credit: @musemisha​

Note: I really hope you guys like this.  ♥

Title:  Time of Truth.

MASTERLIST

Memories of last night roamed your mind as you walked with Jensen. It was 9 AM and it was time for Gold Panel. This day was going to be a big one. It was time for you to speak the truth and let everyone know what was happening before they learned the truth from another source. 

The anticipation before the events was turning you into a ball of nerves and anxiety. Feelings that you couldn’t hide from Jensen. You knew this because of the way he looked at you, his eyes were soft and understanding.

“Everything is going to be okay… You are not alone.” Jensen said.

“I am not alone but… is this the correct decision? What if-”

“Babe, you already made the decision.”  He said. “You are just letting everyone - the ones who don’t know already - that you are taking a step back to be a mother. You shouldn’t feel bad about it.” 

“I-,” another deep sigh interrupted your words, “I shouldn’t but why do I feel like I’m letting everyone down? Why do I feel so damn selfish for choosing to be a mother?” 

Jensen hugged you. “Because you have a big heart and you have a love for everyone… Which is not a bad thing. That is why I love you, is why everyone loves you. People will understand… and if they don’t, fuck em’.” 

You couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Fuck em’,” you said and walked into the green room, greeting everyone.

“I do not get this,” you whispered as you peeked through the curtain backstage. 

Turning around you began to breathe deeply. The panic slowly building up.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Jensen holds your face softly with his two hands. “You got this.” 

“I- I don’t think so…” You said with doubt. “I-I I think I’m going to have a panic attack.”

“You are not going to have a panic attack,” Brianna joined, and with her Jared and Gen. “You are going to put on your big freaking girls pants and you’re going to tell them.”

You shake your head. “You said it so easily.”

“You’re a fucking actress,” Bri said. “You played two of the baddest woman character IN HISTORY. We understand people will understand, and if they don’t?”

“FUCK THEM,” everyone around you shanted.

“The people who care, the ones who really care, will understand and at the end of the day. It is your life, not theirs.” 

Your eyes went up, taking a moment to look everyone in the eye. Everyone in that room loved you and supported you with everything you did in life. Every little decision you took, they were always there backing you up. That’s something that you were mostly thankful from all these years of working in Supernatural. You guys were really a family. One that was there to give you the toughest love of all when you needed it most. A family that was there to be with you, in the good and bad. 

“And now… ladies and gentlemen… the trio that we love and the person that we missed… Jared, Jensen and Y/N!” 

Jensen glanced at you, extending his hand, reaching for yours. “You’re ready?”

After taking a deep breath, you hold his hand. “Fuck yes.”

The energy the audience always gave was so electric. It was like a source of energy traveled through your body every time you walked out of backstage and meet with hundreds of fans. Their shouts, smiles and round applause were contagious. All you wanted to do was to hug every each of them. 

It was almost impossible not to dance at the incredible rhythm of the band. Jensen quickly joined you and did silly dance moves as the band shortly finished their introduction for the three of you. In chuckles you sat next between Jared and Jensen. 

Neither of you could speak because the crowd was still shouting, all of them standing and applauding. You could see the posters with ‘WE MISSED YOU, Y/N’ in the distance. Jensen’s hand touched your knee, you reached for his hand, continuing to smile widely. This was one of those moments, the unforgettable ones. 

“I’ve missed you guys…” You spoke, still smiling. “Sooo freaking much.”

“We missed you, Y/N!” A fan shouted.

“I missed you more,” you replied and looked at Jensen. 

He was already looking back at you, your hands still holding on to each other. Jensen nodded softly, reassuring with his eyes that everything was okay and it was going to be okay.  

“First question!” Jared shouted. 

You glanced at him, smiling and looking over the fan waiting in front of the microphone. Your smile grew wider when you recognized her from Starbucks next to set. 

“Hey, guys!” She waved at you guys.

“My favorite barista!” You shouted cheerful.

She smiled widely when you recognized her. “Hi, Y/N!”

“Hey, Kelly!” You waved back. “Guys, she is the best barista ever. Her coffee is what brings me back to life when I’m on set for Arrow.”

“I can’t believe this, you know why?” Jensen said. 

“Where’s our coffee, Kelly?!” Jared asked over Jensen, making the entire crowd burst into laughter. 

You couldn’t help but laugh as well. 

“Can you let me talk?!” Jensen told Jared.

Jared smiled at his best friend like a ten year old that just did something he shouldn’t be doing. He laughed when Jensen rolled his eyes yet scoffed with a smile. 

“I was going to say - because you didn’t bring us coffee, Kelly.” Jensen said with the same mischievous smile Jared had. 

You could see that Kelly was so starstruck because Jared and Jensen were calling her by her name. She couldn’t believe what was happening. 

“Walk by the shop tomorrow and I’ll take care of those coffees myself. I promise!” Kelly chuckled.

“It’s a deal,” you winked, pointing at her with your index finger. “What was your question darling?”

Kelly placed a lock of her hair behind her ears. “My question is for you actually… Which set is more fun? Arrow’s or Supernatural’s?” 

You dropped your jaw in the most dramatic way. You fixed yourself on the seat as you could feel the curious stares of Jared and Jensen aiming at you. Biting your lower lip, you shrugged, “You… really… want… to get me fired?” You said with a chuckle at the end.

“Answer sweetie,” Jensen teased.

“Here’s the thing!” You spoke. “Arrow’s set, production… etc. It’s what you can call-,” you looked for the words to say boring in the most professional way. 

“Just say it!” Jared joined Jensen’s teasing. 

“Let’s just say it’s more strict and that they have set rules than we do at Supernatural set.” You replied. 

“More like we do whatever the hell we want,” Jensen whispered on the microphone. 

You shrugged with a smirk on your face. “I like both but Supernatural set is quite more fun.”

Another fan took the microphone, she smiled and waved at the three. 

“Hey, guys!” She greeted, “My question is for Y/N.”

“Is this Y/N’s solo panel?” Jared jokes.

Jensen laughed, “I’m good with that.”

You chuckled and turned your attention towards the fan. “Yes, darling?”

“Was it hard working in two sets practically at the same time and being a mother?” 

That question hit you right in the heart. 

“Yes, it was very hard, time was very limited because the days I wasn’t shooting with Supernatural, I was here in Toronto, shooting for Arrow and I honestly never had a full day off to be with my family. I would have to between takes see JJ in Supernatural set and when Jensen was off from Supernatural and conventions, he would visit me with JJ to Toronto.”

You stood up from the seat, feeling this moment was the moment you had to speak the truth. 

“Since we are on the topic of how did I worked in two shows at the same time and how I was able to still spend time with my family, the truth is that… I wasn’t able to spend proper time with my family…” Your voice broke a little. “I missed my daughter’s first steps because I was working. I missed her first day in official daycare because I was working. I missed a lot of firsts and lasts with my daughter and husband,” you looked at Jensen. “And it sucks, it sucks because I love my job but I love my family even more.”

You took a moment to breathe and look at the faces staring at you as you spoke. There was silence in the audience. Jared and Jensen were silent. Everyone was silent, listening to you speak. 

“It really sucks what I am about to say but-,” you caught the tear dropping down your eye, “I need to be honest with you guys. Yesterday was my last day as Catwoman in Arrow and-,” the upcoming news was the ones that hurt you the most. “Next week is going to be my last week as Katherine Pierce.”

When you finally let out what you’ve been holding in for so long, it felt like a weight was dropped off your shoulders. You finally could breathe calmly. Everyone kept their silence, processing what you just said. Jensen reached your side, hugging you. 

“I know this is big and it’s upsetting,” you said, “but I need to be a mother first and I need to have time for myself and I needed to be the one who told you guys up front and not through articles or media.” You took a minute to look at the fans. “With this being said, any questions?”

Suddenly something you’ve never thought it would happen, everyone in the line for questions sat down. Except one woman, she stood in front of the microphone, you could see she was sad. 

“We love you, Y/N.” She said and you felt it, she sounded genuine. “I think I speak for everyone when I say that we understand. We follow you guys, we follow your amazing lives and we understand that you being a mother is your priority.” 

“It is,” you nodded, “thank you guys. Thanks for all the love.” 

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As the World Burns - Part 4

Story: Blood Bound

Pairing: MC (Amy) x Adrian x Jax x Dracula x ? (it’s basically a clown car up in here, y’all!)

Warnings: Language, violence, sexual innuendo/discussions, pregnancy, date rape

Word Count: 2449

Find Part 3 Here

A/N: When I stumbled on the theory about MC being pregnant as the reason for the “darkness within” line from yesterday’s chapter of BloodBound (Book 2, chapter 14), I had to write something super dramatic and funny (read: ridiculous) because what’s life without a little whimsy? Haha :)  This series is going to be 3-4 parts.  Enjoy! (This really went off the rails... sorry not sorry! lol)

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Amy wasn’t surprised she’d gotten Drac to agree to go on this ridiculous spectacle people called a TV show. What has my life become?  Neither Adrian or Jax were happy about the idea of doing this, both of them much preferred keeping their private business, well, private. When she’d reached out to Drac to explain the situation, as she’d predicted he was less than enthusiastic about doing anything to make her life easier.

Also as she’d predicted, he was more than willing to donate his DNA once he’d heard it would be a televised event. She’d just conveniently forgotten to mention that this particular TV show aired on daytime cable TV and was watched mostly by bored housewives. I guess that plays right to his target audience, though. Huh. 

She found herself now backstage amid the hustle and bustle of preparing to film this monstrosity.  Amy had been binging past episodes of this show to prepare herself for what to expect and she was pretty horrified at what she was about to go through, but it was more important to her to know what she’d be dealing with father-wise when it came to her baby than she was worried about her pride.

“We don’t have to do this, Ames,” Jax said, watching her wearily. “We really, really don’t have to do this.”

She wrinkled her nose. “Yes, we do. I need to find out and this is the only way to be sure. It’ll be over quick and by the end of today we’ll know.”

Adrian was pacing the room, not looking at either of them and not speaking. “Adrian? Are you okay?” Amy asked hesitantly. 

He ran a hand through his hair, sighing loudly. “Not really. I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

She could relate to how he was feeling. She couldn’t believe she was doing this, either.

“I know, but thank you,” she said, standing and wrapping her arms around his waist. “I know this is basically the worst possibly way any of us could imagine to do this, but hopefully no one will see it and we’ll get the answers we need.”

He pressed a quick kiss to her forehead. “Hopefully.”

**

The bright studio lights were hotter than she’d expected and Amy found herself sweating her makeup off. She tried to believe that despite the high definition TV cameras projecting this shit show all over the country, they wouldn’t somehow catch the beads of sweat on her forehead or the trickle running down her throat. 

She rested her hand on the swell of her belly, rubbing gently this new life she’d created. It had been a couple of weeks since she’d found out and her pregnancy was progressing more quickly than a typical one would. She felt better, though, and she was thankful for that now as her stomach rolled with nerves. Not that many people watch this circus, do they? 

To her left sat Jax and to her right, Adrian. To Adrian’s right was Drac looking just as eccentric as ever with a black sheer lace bell sleeve top and leather pants. He had his long hair loose and wavy and about 100 chain necklaces around his neck. Seeing him under these bright lights, she couldn’t imagine what the fuck had gone through her mind when she’d let him fuck her against the ceiling. The fact she was revealing this fact to the entire country disturbed her on a level she wasn’t ready to deal with at this point. She swallowed and buried those thoughts deep, deep down inside, slamming the lid on that particular horror. 

She’d process it later, or maybe never, she thought.

Amy brought her attention back to the host. Maury Povich. The man had been profiting off of other people’s ridiculous drama for years and he was damn good at it. He had become famous for his lines, “You are NOT the father!” and, “The lie detector test determined THAT was a lie!” He smiled warmly as if he truly cared about them and Amy decided that was where his true power existed. The fact he could get people to let their guard down and believe that he cared about their best interest, almost like a friend.

It was the beginning of their segment and the four of them had made their way to the stage, none of them speaking to Drac either backstage or on their way out. None of them had anything to say to each other and Amy couldn’t imagine what it would be like for her if this was his baby. Adrian, Jax and she had discussed what would happen if that was the case and they decided they’d do everything they could to get him to agree to them keeping and raising the baby as theirs. None of them wanted him involved and, based on his lifestyle, none of them believed he’d want anything to do with a baby.

After all, he had only agreed to this whole thing because of the TV cameras and chance at publicity.

Maury was interviewing Drac now, asking him about what had happened between them and whether or not he was interested in being a father.  All four of them had agreed to not discussing the whole vampire part of the equation in this circus. Vampires weren’t exactly out in the open officially and no one needed to know that part, so when Amy heard Dracula begin to talk about centuries of living without being able to have a family, she felt a jolt of panic before she felt Adrian slam his foot down subtly on Drac’s.

Drac winced before finally realizing what he was saying, correcting his statement to “feeling” like it had been centuries. Amy exhaled loudly. This was going to be worse than she thought, and had known it’d be bad.

Maury smiled at her. “So, Amy,” he began. “We have a bit of an unusual situation with you. We usually don’t do these tests until the baby is actually born, but your story was so compelling we had to have you on the show. Let me just make sure we’re all clear on what’s happening.”

She swallowed, shifting nervously in her seat, her hands clinging on one side to Jax and on the other Adrian.  She nodded, taking a breath before speaking. “We’re in a relationship, but it’s open. We love each other and are honest with each other, but I thought I couldn’t have children,” she said, changing the story slightly so no one would question them too closely.  

“I have been sexually… adventurous, and suddenly found myself pregnant.  We’re hoping it’s either Jax’s or Adrian’s, but there’s a chance it belongs to Drac.”

She heard the crowd oooh and aaaah at her expense and her gaze fell to the floor. What am I doing? “And Jax, do you hope the baby is yours?” Maury asked, turning his questioning eyes on the man to her left. 

Jax cleared his throat. “Of course. I mean, it’s not something I ever imagined I wanted, but now that there’s a possibility it’s kind of exciting. The idea of it at least,” he said honestly, squeezing her hand.  

“How about you, Adrian?” he turned to the man on her right.

“Of course, I feel similarly to Jax.” Adrian wasn’t wanting to give much away in this whole process and she couldn’t blame him. Maury frowned slightly before regaining his composure. 

“And you, Drac? Who’s baby do you think it is?” Maury’s eyes were sparkling with excitement. He knew Drac would give him a good sound bite. 

“Oh, this baby is definitely not mine. There’s no way. I’ve had sex with hundreds, maybe even thousands of women in my time and never once gotten one pregnant. There’s not even a chance this baby belongs to me. I don’t even know why I’m here,” he finished, winking at the audience. 

They laughed and booed him simultaneously which made Amy want to put her hands over her ears. The audience felt like they were out for blood and the producers only encouraged the reactions from behind the cameras. This whole spectacle repulsed her, and yet… here she was.

Maury turned toward the audience. “Well, we’re gonna find out right now,” he said, pulling out a manila envelope. “Are you ready?” he turned to them, making eye contact with each one individually as they nodded their agreement. Amy felt her heart race, her stomach was in knots. Here we go, she thought. She hoped everything wouldn’t change for her after these results. If the baby was Jax’s or Adrian’s, everything would be fine. If not, well, she’d think about that later.

“Let’s start with Jax. In the case of Amy’s unborn baby, Jax you are NOT the father.” Fuck. The crowd jeered and cheered, and Jax squeezed her hand, leaning over to whisper in her ear. “It’s going to be okay, Ames.” She squeezed his hand back, giving him a small, nervous smile. 

“Adrian, you are NOT the father!” Double fuck. That could only mean one thing… Amy felt like throwing up.

Maury’s eyes were dancing with joy as he hesitated for dramatic effect. “Drac, you are NOT the father!”  Drac was making a big show of standing up, arms spread wide, a huge grin on his face. “I told you! I told you!” he was declaring over and over again to wild cheers from the crowd. She wanted to break the wooden chair he had vacated and stake him through the heart, but she refrained. We can’t have the whole world find out about vampires that way, she tried to convince herself. 

Wait, what?  Adrian and Jax exchanged a look over her head and she wanted to die. How could none of them be the father? She thought back and couldn’t figure it out. Had something happened during one of the nights she’d drunk too much and not remembered anything? She supposed it was possible. But… who?

“There’s someone else who thinks he’s the father of Amy’s baby and he’s here to prove he’s right. After the break, we reveal the test results!” Maury announced before the cameras went dark for a quick break. Maury didn’t say anything to them, just walked off the set for a retouch on his makeup. Drac grins. “Well this has been fun so far. Who do you think’s coming out next?” he asked them, a wide smile on his face. 

“What the fuck, Drac? Just shut up and go over there,” Jax said, pointing his finger in a direction away from them and where they still sat. Adrian had pulled her closer to him, wrapping his arm around his shoulders. “I don’t know what to say, Amy. I’m in shock right now. I guess I didn’t realize how much I had been actually hoping the baby would be mine,” he said wistfully. “But no matter what, we’ll get through this.”

“He’s right, Ames. This still doesn’t change anything. No matter what, we’re raising this baby together,” Jax finished, bringing her hand to his lips and pressing a kiss to her knuckles. 

“I love you both,” she told them, and they both smiled at her softly. “But who do you think this other person is? It’s strange I don’t remember anything and that the producers didn’t mention anything either. I don’t like it and it doesn’t feel right,” she said, worry furrowing her brow. 

“I don’t like it either, but there’s nothing we can do about it now except wait and see,” Adrian said.

Jax’s eyes wandered toward the back of the stage where he’d told her he stashed his sword before the show began taping. “Agreed.”

She sighed, shoving the despair she felt at the idea of this baby not belonging to either of the men she loved deep down with everything else and slamming the lid on it. I’ll deal with those feelings later. 

The producers were hyping the audience up again when Maury came strolling out, smiling at them wickedly, the huge secret he knew was eating them alive bringing him joy. The asshole. 

The lights came back up and the cameras turned on. The audience cheered. “We’re back with Amy, Jax, Adrian, and Drac. We just learned that these three aren’t the father of Amy’s unborn baby, but there’s a fourth man who claims he knows the baby belongs to him and he’s here to prove it. We submitted his DNA and have the results in, but first let’s meet him.  Ladies and gentlemen, please give a warm welcome to Gaius!”

Adrian and Jax’s heads both whipped around, frantically searching for the man they’d been hunting practically non-stop for weeks. Adrian whispered in her ear, “You slept with Gaius?” 

“What? No! Of course not. At least… I don’t think so?” she said, suddenly not so sure. She’d been unconscious when Jameson and Gaius had kept her prisoner, but it certainly wasn’t something she did willingly. “If it happened, it was when they held me captive and I don’t remember it,” she said sadly, hoping that wasn’t the case.

She suddenly felt extremely violated at the situation but she wouldn’t put it past the villain. She glared at him fiercely as she watched him walk onto the stage to boos and cheers from the audience. 

He made a show of waving and bowing at the audience before confidently taking the chair next to Jax. Amy gripped Jax’s hand tightly, feeling like if she loosened her grip at all Jax would retrieve his sword and try and behead Gaius right there on studio recorded TV. Maury would get the show of his life. She almost giggled out loud at the absurdity of this entire situation. 

“Gaius, everyone on stage looks surprised to see you. What makes you so sure you’re the father of Amy’s unborn child?”

All eyes in the room lock on Gauis, waiting with bated breath to hear his response. “I have a… feeling of sorts that she was fertile when we engaged in our lovemaking,” he said with a smile as if he were talking about the weather. Oh, my god, Amy thought, wanting to crawl under her chair. 

“What does that mean?” Maury pressed.

Gaius shrugged. “Just call it a sixth sense of sorts,” he said with a wink.

“Okay, then. Shall we get to the results?” Maury asked as the audience cheered loudly.

“In the case of Amy’s unborn child, Gaius…” he drew out the pause for dramatic effect. The crowd grew silent. Amy felt like she could hear a pin drop if her own pulse hadn’t been wooshing loudly in her ears.

“You ARE the father!”

[babblingblondegenius]

Happy Mancrush Monday

Sorry I missed the last two Mondays, but I’m back with the final installment for season 2 of Mancrush Monday, Olicity Edition, featuring episodes 2x14 to 2x23.  For those who don’t know, these posts are gifs of Oliver with captions that focus on fashion (if he’s wearing anything ;)) and the Olicity moments.  All the thanks in the world to @xspeedytrashx for suggesting my silly posts be a series. :)

The banter and fun (and most of the shirtlessness) of the previous season 2 episodes came to an abrupt halt when the TPTB decided to slow their roll on Olicity.  In order to do that, Olicity scenes were limited because the natural chemistry can’t be denied when they are in close proximity to each other. 

A sparring session leads to everyone talking about the scars they have.  We learn that out of all of Oliver’s scars, none were caused by a grenade and  Felicity’s only scar came from having her wisdom teeth removed.  Oliver is wearing pants in this scene, like we care lol.  

Comfortably chic in his coat and jeans, Oliver’s panties got in a twist when he saw Felicity working out in stretchy, thus skintight, yoga pants and cute top.  

Oliver comes across as brusque and borderline judgmental in this scene.  But if you look closely, the arched eyebrow and the fact he literally couldn’t take his eyes off of her give away that the emotion coursing through him wasn’t anger. ;)

In the Arrow suit, hood down, Oliver was going to stay in the bunker to help but Felicity sassed him right into that awkward and awful Lance family dinner.  TBH, it’s what he deserved.  #sorrynotsorry

Uh-oh he’s got angry face.  Only one person who can help with that and he can find her in his phone without even looking.  We’ll have a better look at his navy peacoat in the next gif.  For now, just admire the chiseled jawline. 

Cloaked in his navy blue peacoat and broodiness, Oliver takes a moment to tell wifey that he plans to face a Mirakuru-enhanced Slade all by himself without any backup.  Obviously, Felicity (like the rest of us) realize that is a dumb idea.

Again on the phone with wifey.  Oliver’s outgoing call history:  Felicity, Felicity, Felicity, Felicity, Felicity, Thea, Felicity, Felicity, Felicity, Felicity, Felicity............ This is the look I prefer to see when Oliver works with the police. Cause dayum.

Oliver’s first instinct is always to protect Felicity.  It’s reflexive and as natural as breathing to him.  He’s looking heroically badass in his leather jacket and jeans as he flips them over the railing (very fortuitous that Felicity wasn’t wearing one of her trademark skirts or dresses -- Slade would have gotten an eyeful) :P

Damn, our OTP looks hawt in their all black, breaking and entering, we’re gonna blow up a building, outfits.  Oliver’s gorgeous face is incredulous when Felicity tells him she didn’t think he would go along with her plan.  As if that boy wouldn’t do anything she asked and he can’t believe she doesn’t know that lol.

Oliver’s spidey (arrow-y?) senses were tingling that bae was in trouble.  It makes me laugh that Oliver came right at the guard, no stealth, no sneaking up on him,  and dude still didn’t see that punch coming.  How fast was Oliver moving for that to happen?  In their matching black leather jackets and gloves, Olicity could’ve blown up the building with their fiery intensity and explosive chemistry.

He may look like a regular (albeit very attractive) human in his business suit but it takes a superhero to stab themselves with a large dose of Lidocaine in their busted knee so they can go about their day.  Felicity, who we know has a fear of needles (all pointy things really), watches in horror and then disgust. Same, girl.

Oliver dressed in a somber black suit and tie to attend his mother’s funeral, but instead went to be alone with his dark thoughts in his other secret lair.  Leave it to our broody boy to have a secondary secret lair.  TBH, it’s actually pretty smart since the primary lair isn’t that secret. :/   But there is nowhere on earth where he could go Felicity can’t find him and there is never a time when she won’t try to encourage him to find another way.  

Our stubborn sacrificial lamb remains set on his suicide mission to stop Slade.  Felicity reluctantly lets go of his hand but she isn’t going to let him go too far.

When encouragement doesn’t work, there’s always a tranq dart. 

Felicity and Diggle save Oliver so he can fight another day and another way.  I know this isn’t technically an Olicity scene but Oliver deciding not to go it alone and who he chooses to have by his side in the end is monumental.  This is one of my all-time favorite lines from the show and my mantra to the Arrow writers.

Things go sideways (literally) and Felicity is injured.  Rather than have the strong and able-bodied member of OTA carry her to safety, Oliver and his busted knee hand his bow to Dig and hoists Felicity into his arms.  I love the aesthetics of this but logically it wasn’t the smartest move.  Here we see Oliver’s decision-making process and internal dialogue lol.  

I’m reaallly nostalgic right now for the old Arrow suit and the mask.  The city is burning but these two are on fire as they walk together in battle.

Even at his lowest points, when he doesn’t believe in himself and he isn’t sure of anything, he hangs on for dear life to every word that Felicity Smoak speaks.  Her words break through the walls of self-doubt and fear to the hero within.

Many fans have stated that they believe Oliver realized he was in love with Felicity when they hugged after her epic ‘you are not done fighting’ speech.  Me personally, I think Oliver was aware of his feelings long before then but did his level best to suppress them, ignore them, beat them down with a stick and self-loathing into the darkness.  But this amazing woman’s kindness, generosity, compassion, wit, and trust brought him and his feelings into the light where he was struggling to hold them back.  

This is such an underrated Olicity scene, imho.  Felicity worries that Blood has set a trap for her boys.  She tells Oliver and Dig she is gonna be really pissed if they don’t come back.  The man who was more than willing to die for the past few weeks not only gives her a smile but also a reassuring shoulder squeeze because now he wants to come back and more importantly, believes he will.

There’s something about Oliver being in the suit while returning to the darkened foyer of his childhood home with Felicity.  Maybe it’s that his past, present, and future are all colliding at once.  I remember I got goosebumps the first time I saw it because everything about this scene--the music, lighting, camera angles, close ups- told me something big was going to happen.  I had no idea how big lol.

Exhibit A of one of the close-ups.  He takes a moment to just soak her in.  She has inspired him to want to live.  To embrace his humanity and have a life filled with love.  But the city needs saving and he still holds wellsprings of guilt within his heart.  This is always Oliver’s struggle within himself.  

Eyes shining with emotion, expression earnest, Oliver lets go of his internal struggle over his feelings as those three little words slip through his lips.  

I adore this kiss.  I’m fine that they didn’t use it because honestly after that sincerely whispered ‘I love you’ they really didn’t need it to sell the “ruse.”  With the hood down and mask off but still in the suit, this was Oliver’s dual identity coming together for one brief moment because all of him loves Felicity Smoak. 

Talk about unthinkable...that these two wouldn’t end up together.  Even though Oliver wasn’t quite ready to follow-up on the admission of his feelings to Felicity in the light of day, his heart eyes and adoring expression give him away.  

I said on Discord during the re-watch yesterday that I really didn’t like this scene when it first aired because I wanted them to kiss but over the years, I have come to appreciate the aesthetics. <3

In the last gif, Felicity says ‘let’s go home’ and Oliver nods with that soft smile he only has for her.  I made a header about Olicity and the concept of home when Oliver returned from prison in 7x08. I think it was just as true then as it is now. <3

Thank you to all the fandom’s awesome gifmakers!  :)  SA interview gif credit to giphy.com.  2x14 scars gif credit to RolePlayGateway.com.  2x14 sass gif credit to FanForum.com.  2x14 Oliver staring gif credit to lyricalarrow.tumblr.com.  2x16 gif credit unknown.  2x22 hug gif credit to fangirlish.com.

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To All The (Stray) Kids I’ve Loved Before | v

Member: Seungmin

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I threw my phone on the bed and sighed loudly. “Those fakes” I whispered to myself. Both Jisung and Jeongin promised to go to the library with me to study but cancelled one hour before. Jisung went to help Changbin with a rap and Jeongin said he doesn’t feel like it. I got up and grabbed my bag. Might as well go early. I knew I wasn’t gonna be able to understand anything, but with the test coming up tomorrow, I knew I had to go study either way.

Curse my procrastination.

I got to the library and made my way to one of the tables. I got my things out and started studying. One hour later, I had highlights and pens sprawled on the table, my notebook and the notebook Yeojin lent me, a drink on my desk, I had everything with me , expect my motivation.

I put my head into my hands and sighed before looking at the notebook again and whispering “I’m gonna fail this class.” 

“Mood, but do you want some help?” I heard a voice behind me say. I turned around to see a guy around my age, with black jeans and a green hoodie. “Yes please.” I whispered, desperate. “Physics?” He asked, sitting next to me as I nodded “You poor child.” He chuckled, causing me to let out a faint laugh. “I’m Y/N.” I said “Seungmin.” he said. 

“May I?” he asked, pointing at my notebook as I pushed it towards him. “So, basically I’m assuming you know how to calculate the relative error?” He asked as I shook my head no in shame “I use to, but I forgot.” I said “Well, for that, you need the absolute error, and for that you need the average value and then you take the observed value minus true value and then....” Seungmin explained, drawing on my notebook.

Next thing you know, I was solving equations by myself, and they were correct! “Are you a magician? Because suddenly PHYSICS makes sense.” I looked at him in shock as he chuckled, blushing. “if you need any more help with anything, make sure to find me, ok.” He said as I extended my hand. “What?” He asked “Phone, I don't have your contact, idiot.” I said as he smiled and gave me his phone. I gave it back after adding myself on kakaotalk on his phone. He was about to leave, when I stopped him

“Oh, one question! Do you know Math?” I asked as he nodded “Could you please tutor me tomorrow?” I asked as he waited for a second before replying with a “Yeah, sure, same time, same place?” He asked as I nodded, smiling. I did some more equations before packing up and heading home, where I called Jeongin. 

“JEONGIN! I UNDERDSTAN PHYSICS!” I yelled “Wait...you? Physics?” He asked, shocked “I was just as surprised as you!” “But how do you understand? What happened?” “There was this one guy, Seungmin in the library that explained everything and I understand it now.” I said as Jeongin paused. “Say his name again.” “...Seungmin?” “Kim Seungmin?” “I think so.” “Y/N, you just had a study date with the smartest guy at this school. Everyone askes him to tutor them, but he always rejects.” “wait, what?” “OMG HE THINKS YOUR CUTE” “JEONGIN, WHAT NO HE DOESNT” “YES” “NO”

and we didn't stop arguing until 2am, when his mom told him to stop yelling and get to bed. The next day, I told Yeojin, who teased the hell out of me. “Wait, you’re best friends with a cute boy, then one of your best school friends is cute, then your neighbor is also cute, then the most popular guy at school decides to let you borrow his hoodie, and now this? Can we change lives, please and thanks!” Yeojin teased as I blushed. 

I’m 99.99% sure Seungmin is a genius and helped me ace this test, which made my day. I was so happy the whole day, I even let Jisung make me drag him through the halls, since his “legs don't work after PE”. I was looking forward to going to the library and studying for the first time. 

When I got to the library, Seungmin was already sitting at the desk we sat at yesterday. 

“Oh, am I late? I’m so-” “No, you’re right on time, I came earlier to study for my history exam.” Seungmin cut me off and smiled, before gesturing me to sit down next to him. I sat down and got my notebook out of my bag. The same process happened as yesterday, he scanned my notebook, explained while drawing on my notebook, and I felt like I was finally smart again. This happened lots of times. Me and Seungmin started to have study dates at cafes as well, as neither of us could bare the time apart from food. 

I did well on every test Seungmin tutored me on, so I tried to repay him by paying for his drinks, but he refused, but settled on having a “I pay this time, you pay next time” system as he knew I wasn’t going to stop insisting. As we started going on these study dates in cafes, we started becoming closer, I felt like I’ve known him forever and I've had so much information about him, that I would probably ace a “How well do you know Kim Seungmin?” test as well.

I had the most important test of the whole semester coming up, so I asked Seungmin, if he could meet me before school at a café near school. He agreed and helped me memorize as much as possible. I was so nervous I couldn’t even finish my hot chocolate, offering it to Seungmin, who gladly finished it. “Hey, you’re gonna do great, like you did every test, and it’s all because of me.” seungmin stated, flipping his hair as I rolled my eyes. “I’m just really nervous, what if I get super nervous and write in latin or something?” I asked,slightly  panicking.

“You know latin?” He asked “No.” I answered, making him laugh. “You’ll do great, sweetie, I believe in you. Now, we both have 10 minutes till school starts so I think we should be heading to class. And even if you won’t need it, because you won’t, good luck.” He said before grabbing his bag and patting my head and leaving. I sighed and made my way to class. I was shaking so much I could barely walk, but thankfully I got to class and finished the test.

Seungminie

I hope you’ve calmed down, don’t worry about it too much, you probably did great and if you didn't, well, you won't die lol

I smiled at the text, causing Yeojin to tease me once again. “texting your boyfriend?” Yeojin asked, teasingly “What boyfriend?” Changbin quickly asked as both him and Jisung looked at me, confused and concerned. “I’m texting my tutor, since when do you believe Yeojin?” I asked “Hey!” Yeojin yelled, playfully hitting my arm as I noticed both Jisung and Changbin relax. My brain was now filled with questions of why would they react like that, but my thoughts, thankfully, got cut off by the bell ringing. 

A few days later, we got our test back and my eyes widened as I saw an 100% mark on my test. I got so happy, I hit Yeojin so hard that she almost fell from her chair. “Omg, I’m so sorry.” I said, outing a hand over my hand and helping her to regain her balance. After school, I texted Seungmin to meet me near the school as I happily walked to the meeting place we both agreed to.

“GUESS WHO GOT AN 100%?!” I yelled, when I saw Seungmin as his face lit up. “Omg! I’m so proud of you!” he yelled back before hugging me. I’m pretty sure if I hugged him even more than how I was hugging him, he would be dead. “Drinks on me, come on.” He said, taking his hand in mine and dragging me into a nearby café. It was only then, when I realized how nice Seungmin actually was, he actually cared if I get good marks, not just tutoring me for the hell of it. He was so nice to do all of what he did just so I could get good grades. 

I smiled at Seungmin, who was ordering us milkshakes and beaming with happiness, because I got such a good grade. “What?” He asked, looking up from his milkshake “Nothing.” I lied. It wasn't nothing. It was the first time I realized that I may have developed a crush on him. For the whole café date, I couldn't stop thinking about my crush on the cute boy in front of me. It was only when I got home, that I squealed and jumped around my room, feeling the crush hype combined with the happiness of my grade take over my body. Once I calmed down, I sighed and looked at the box.

That damn box. 

Might as well, as it has become somewhat of a tradition.

Dear Seungmin,

….

A/N: This is probably the worst one I’ve written. I would really appreciate you giving me any feedback on my work, as it does make me wanna do it more and that way, I can improve and give you better content lol. Also not proof read, but which one of my works is lmao

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I need you : Chapter 3

Hi!

Next chapter! I’m pretty excited because things become angster <3 (And well... I’m surprising myself read again few chapters so it should not be so bad?)

Here, I let you enjoy! Don’t forget to push gently my door to read on AO3 (or just smash it!!)

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A soft smell was floating around. Niles moved a bit in the sofa and realized there was a pillow under his head. He could tell that was coming from his room and he pressed his fingers on it. The perfume was really soft but he could tell it was food and he didn’t want to eat. He needed to look the hour too but couldn’t.  He preferred looking the TV, where you could see dolphin. He didn’t like dolphin because he could remembered that time in an aquarium where one throw himself on the glass and Connor started to cry so much, terrified. Their mom had scolded him.

He hated him for that day because he should have explained what happened to their mom. It was really frightening… and it was worst even when they bought them plush. Dolphin plush and he didn’t dare asking something else for his brother who had hated that present for weeks.

He was awful.

All he had was his brother and he hadn’t protected him. He couldn’t protect him…

He curled up and pressed his knees against his chest. He needed to reach the controller to change the TV but he felt weak. He also needed to go in the bathroom. He needed to do something…

The memories were coming again and again in his mind. He curled up more. He felt so bad.

“G… Ga… Gavin?”

The Android appeared pretty quickly and jumped when he saw the tears rolling on his cheeks. He rushed to him and pressed his vest on them.

“That’s okay,” he said.

“Can… can you… change… the channel?”

“Lol cats?”

Niles nodded.

The TV changed to funny videos with cat.

“Nightmare?” the Android asked.

Niles shook his head. “I hate dolphin.”

“Those motherphcker!”

“Yeah,” he said under his breath.

“You should watch a reporting where they’re killed by Japanese!”

The man forced himself to smile just a tiny bit but it was hard. So he just pressed his head on his arms.

“I made hot cocoa for you.”

“I’m not hungry.” He snored, curling up.

The tears were still rolling, he felt so bad. So bad. He didn’t have cry for weeks and now he cried two days one after the other…

“Sin… Since when are you there? I can’t remember…”

“Five days.”

Niles looked him without a word, his eyes still wet and letting tears coming.

“You know what? I’ll keep the tracking! Look that!” Gavin left the room and came back with a tiny board you could erase and write back it.

In was on the refrigerator.

It was a present from Connor.

Gavin wrote ‘I’m here since’ and then ‘Days’ a bit lower. He crouched in front of the man and gave him the marker.

“Can you?”

“I’ll try…”

Niles took the marker in his shaking hand and moved it on the board. The five was weird but there.

“Great job!”

The man didn’t think so and he put down the marker. He closed his eyes, didn’t dare to ask Gavin for helping him to go in the bathroom.

“Can you… I’m okay for the cocoa,” he said.

It will be easier for him to go on the bathroom that way…

“Nice! I go get it!”

The kitchen wasn’t so far away so Gavin reach it pretty quickly and from there, he could hear a sound of the floor. He turned his head and saw Niles on the floor, moving toward the bathroom. He wanted to help him but knew also it was a bad idea so he stayed there. Moving things and doing like he was busy.

And Niles needed a lot of time. He didn’t care. He looked lol cats from there, tidy up things, came at the windows to look the car moving around, asking himself how the Human was doing, stretched himself even if he didn’t need it. He came back to the mug and touched it to see if it needed to be warmed.

From the corner of his eyes, and some processing and probability stuff, he could see Niles coming back. In fact, he could see a lot of things. He was Elijah Kamski’s best prototype few years before.

How did he end like that?

When he saw Niles coming at the sofa, and struggling, he moved to him. He stopped in front of him and smiled widely.

“Well, well, well,” he teased. “You fall from the sofa, now?”

He put down the cocoa on the coffee table. It was colder, of course.

Gavin bent and took him in his arms to install him in the sofa, throwing him a cocky smile.

Niles thought it was less humiliating that way. A bit. He still hated himself…

“Here come the cocoa. I didn’t put too much for your tiny cuty belly.”

“Hm…”

“You asked for it,” Gavin said, sitting next to him.

Niles moved from an inch to let him a bit of room.

Gavin looked him and then took the cocoa and handed it to him. The man looked the mug but didn’t reach for him.

“You asked for it.”

“I’m good.”

Gavin knew from almost he beginning it was a trap for him to go in the bathroom without feeling ashamed but he still hoped. He looked the brown liquid then the Human.

“I drink, you drink?” he said.

Niles watched him. He didn’t want to drink, at all. Yesterday, he had made well enough effort for a day. For a week! For the eternity!

God, he hated himself. So much. He glanced to the TV and seeing a cat fall from a window, toward the living room, he felt the need to try to from the window. Toward the street.

Something was wrong with him. Really wrong. He felt something creeping under his skin. A tiny but so cruel voice saying to him he was a terrible person because he couldn’t move anymore after so little…

“Yeah…” he forced himself to say, wanting to kill the little voice.

He straightened a bit and Gavin knelt near him to offer the first sip. He took the second one, thinking how he’ll throw this up without alarming Niles. But now… he’ll enjoy the short moment with him. Watching him sip a bit was nice even though the man looked deeply annoyed to drink…

How could he cheer up the Human? He hadn’t the tiniest clue…

 The cup was emptied in few sips and Gavin got up to clean it and find a solution before the liquid start to attack his circuits.

Ah!

“I’ll take the trash out! I’m coming back.”

“Yeah.”

Soon enough, the Android got out.

Niles was getting drowsy, in the wrong way… the one who numbed his mind but didn’t offer rest, when he heard the door open. He moaned and moved a bit, nestling his head against his arm, still curled up in the sofa too tiny to gather him entirely. He was surprised because he felt like Gavin wasn’t out since longtime but he didn’t have a good estimation of time. No wonder why since his mind wasn’t really in the same dimension as the others.

Or maybe Gavin was already there because he had forgotten something?

Perhaps the problem was the among of trash. He didn’t made his chores since so many time…

“Ah, you had cleaned up. You finally started to move again.”

Mom?

Niles blinked several time. He wanted to look at his mother but just couldn’t. Especially because, soon enough, he’ll fail her. She thought he had changed but everything was Gavin’s work…

He was nothing.

“Since you move, come see me,” she said.

Niles closed his lips. He couldn’t say a thing. He couldn’t say how much he was unable to do it. He couldn’t speak because if he did it, he’ll cry and he couldn’t cry in front of her. He was gathering all his last strength on it. Because his mother haven’t much consideration for him since he was in that state and if he slipped a bit more in the horrendous well he was digging… it will be the end of him.

He couldn’t even look her! If he’d see her eyes…

“Niles?”

He couldn’t. He wanted to hide under the blankets. He was shaking. Please… Please make her go away.

“Is it something?” she said. “If you don’t want to see me, say it. Or is it because you still hadn’t call for having back your job? I saw Fowler. If you’re able to move to clean, take back your job!”

But he couldn’t reply to her.

He was on the edge.

The door opened. And he heard his mom moving around.

“What is that?”

“Well, hello, Ma’am?”

“Who are you?”

“Who are you?” Gavin said. “I didn’t invite you and Niles neither so get the phck out.”

“Excuse me?!” She walked toward him. “He’s my son, I’m always welcome there!”

“Hu… You’re black.”

“And what?”

Niles was even more shaking. No, no, this was bad. He needed to stop this and trying to straightened. Please, make that stop.

“Oh! I get it! You adopted them.”

“No,” she said in a harsh tone.

“So, I don’t get it…”

“Stop…” Niles said under his breath.

The tears were coming. If he started to cry in front of his mother. What to do.

“MOTHER GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!”

His throat was aching.

The woman looked toward him and he looked away but it was too late…

“It’s not your house,” she said. She walked toward him.

He moved more his head but couldn’t prevent his shoulder to shake, and the tears to roll over his cheeks. Damn.

“I know your brother is paying the rent. You must be ashamed.”

“What?” he said, looking her.

But he couldn’t. His vision was so blurry.

“He paid your rent. You didn’t even notice the money was coming back to your account every month. You’re pathetic.”

“GET OUT OF THIS FUCKING HOUSE!!”

Gavin took the lady and pushed her out. He closed the door with violence then ran to Niles and passed his hands on his cheeks.

“It’s okay, I’m there.”

Niles looked up to him in his blurry face, his teeth clenched. That Android. That fucking Android. If he wasn’t there, that wouldn’t happen. He pushed him with all his strength.

“GET OUT!”

“What?” Gavin said, surprised.

“Get the fuck out of here! I never want to see you again, you fucking plastic!”

“Wh…at…?”

“Do you think you helped me?!” He was still crying. “You worsen everything! I was better without you! Get back in your fucking tube!”

Gavin got up, his legs shaking. He took his hoodie and tugged it in his face.

“But… I need you,” he muttered.

“Nice. I don’t need you.”

The GV200 wanted to say ‘you said you needed me’ but he was afraid now and he tugged more the hoodie.

“GET OUT!!!”

“Yes, Master… As you wish.”

Gavin turned around and went to the door, closing it after him.

Niles curled up in the sofa and cry even more. What was happening? Why? Why his brain was crumbling? Why he was so lost? He had the feeling he couldn’t breathe anymore. But that was a good thing.

He didn’t want to live anymore.

His mother hated him and saw a weak in him, the worst thing ever for her, and his brother was ruining himself! Now he got why Connor was still living with their mom. And he wasn’t happy at all with their mom. So Connor was hurting himself… because of him? For what? He was unable to do the simplest things. He hated himself.

So much.

He really wanted to die. He was a weight for the person he loved the most. If he died, Connor would feel better.

Okay, maybe he’ll be sad, at first… But he’ll quickly see how much he didn’t need him. He was the best twin. He was the kind heart and even if he wasn’t the most intelligent and the best in gym, he was really good. If he died, Connor would be seen as he was… He needed to disappear!

He fell in the floor and moved his hand on the coffee table, seeking for something. The mug? If he hit it very strongly, he’ll break it and could use the pieces. Then he’ll push it in his throat…

But he couldn’t find the mug.

Maybe he could hit his head very strong, and break it?

His hand bumped in something…

He closed his fingers around and dragged it to him. It was something white and quite squarely. Bringing his hand to his eye, he noticed what it was… The board. With Gavin neat writing.

He thought he was a weight for everybody but the way Gavin said ‘I need you’… The Android told him his story and if he was put in a glass tube, he was certainly unaware of the true life. That was awful for him. The way Gavin said ‘I need you’, his LED becoming red. Gavin wasn’t lying. Gavin actually needed him. And he needed him too… His presence was somewhat soothing. He was awful but wonderful.

Somewhere in this world, someone needed him in a way and… he needed him. Why did he say otherwise?

Why?

He could remember he had already talked like that to Connor in some moment but that wasn’t the same… Because Connor would always come back.

Ah, what a jerk.

But Gavin…

He needed to reach to Gavin.

How?

Niles bit his lower lips and rubbed his eyes.

He got it.

He started to crawl toward the door. He couldn’t stand on his legs. He hadn’t used them for too long. But he was crawling so slowly…

He pushed himself, even if he was puffing and huffing. He needed to reach him before it was too late! His elbows and knees were rubbing the floor. It wasn’t pleasant but whatever…

Niles arrived to the door and then looked the second obstacle. The handle was way too high. Rising the hand, he couldn’t get it. Almost but not completely… He rolled and pressed his back against the wall, puffing. He didn’t really eat, didn’t do a lot of sport… how could he do that? Especially with a really poor sleep.

But he must!

He pushed as much as he could on his legs and was now sad. He rose a bit much and caught the handle, opening the door.

“GAVIN!!” he shouted.

No reply.

Of course… he was certainly outside.

Niles tried to get up, pushing on his legs, on his back and holding the handle. He struggled and was out of breath, his legs shaking. But… oh… God! He was standing. He did a pace to go to the lift and… fell loudly. He couldn’t help but moaned.

Damn!

He bit his lower lips and looked the stairs.

Maybe he could crawl on them…

He looked the rail.

Fuck! He could do it. He crawled toward the rail, his knees and elbows hurting him more but also his belly and his legs and arms. And… his face because he fell a bit on hit.

“GAVIN!” he tried as he was coming near the rail.

He moved forward and turned a bit. He needed to sit in the steps…

To help him, he rolled a bit…

Too much.

He moaned and groaned as his body hit the third step. He tried to catch him up but his hand missed the rail and he ended just in the wider step between two flights of stairs. He was shivering with pain, could see the bruises starting to appear slowly and felt the blood in his mouth.

He was so weak…

He could remember the time he jumped through window to catch criminal, ran so much, landed with a roll and continued to run.

He was pathetic.

His mother was right.

Maybe Gavin was better without him? He said he needed him but it was because he had nobody else. When he will be alone and in the street, he’ll understand… He didn’t need him. He was strong…

But… he had hurt him so much. And if Gavin couldn’t trust someone because he had been so awful with him.

He needed to apologize…

Just that.

He threw his legs in the first step and sat. Rolling his arms around the rail he forced to get up. Now… he needed to come down.

And it wasn’t easy at all. Niles was more often on the floor than walking or moving. Well… rolling and crawling, he finished by ending in the hall but he felt pain everywhere and he couldn’t stop having blood in his mouth.

Damn!

“GAVIN!!!”

He went to the first door and did his best to get up. His legs were shivering and when he succeeded to get up, he opened quickly to prevent from falling to fast. Then, he moved to the second door, holding him at the wall.

He couldn’t believe he did it…

When he opened this door, he heard a bunch of voice asking if he was okay. He fell on the floor.

“GAVIN!!!!”

The voices around him didn’t matter. He even didn’t hear them… they weren’t the ones he sought for… But Gavin wasn’t there.

Of course.

And… he cried.

In front of everyone.

After all, why not? He was nothing, a mess, a trash…